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I'm sharing this with you unassuming men as a means of educating young men who are unaware of what princesses desire. Apparently many men don't know the right methods, and they usually, instead of making the female gasp in pleasure, end up slobbering all over her fragile body, and ruin the entire experience that could have been the best numero uno she would ever remember.

I remember lying on my back, Mark hovering over me, as he ravished my lips in the best way ever.

This is the way to kiss, guys, if you didn't know already.

His lips first brushed over mine in a single sweep. At this point, I closed my eyes and savoured the experience of our deep kiss. The folds drifted over my lips for a bit, and then I felt his tongue, swiftly flicking over my lips. I opened my mouth, I let my tongue drift outwards, but he ignored it.

It's always annoying when this happens, so my eyelids fluttered open. Mark had lifted his head. He smiled at me, eyes slanted to a slit.

'You don't like this?' he asked mischievously, lips still lingering against my lips. I pouted and he swept down again. This time, it was tongue. All tongue.

How to put it? I felt like my heart had dipped to the edges of the earth everytime his tongue pludged into my mouth. And when he sucked my tongue with his lips, it was as if my entire heart was being sucked out of its place.

THAT GOOD.

A bit later, he was nibbling on my lower lip and I was already burning flames of urgent desire.

This guy just wouldn't touch me!

Tip #1: Keep your hands to yourself. It's more fun when the girl cries out for you. Her hands will move up to guide you when the ecstasy of a very, very good kiss makes her ask for more.

Which was precisely what Mark did. His hands were resting on my back ALL THE TIME. The frustration of feeling his touch ONLY on my lips and my back was quite agonizing. I hate to admit this now, but his holding back just made the kiss ever more so intoxifying.

So it was a good thing.

And my hands moved up, of their own accord, to bring his head down to my chest.

Tip #2: Resist your urges. Make her crave for you.

He refused to budge. Instead of obeying my hands, he chose to linger his lips against my chin, and my neck. His tongue flicked in a left right, up down sequence down my throat, and it made things even worse. I mean, even better.

I moaned. I twisted. I moaned. I twisted. I moaned. I twisted.

Urgggghh…. Damnit. The guy's an adonis-lah. He's just amazing in bed. But he didn't want to touch me… how could he just be… satisfied with kissing.

'Get down…' I gasped, pushing his head down. 'Down. Down.'

It was only then, that his hands finally obeyed my command.

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