There is a strata of the male populous soooooooo genetically..

There is a strata of the male populous soooooooo genetically gifted that women (both married and single) practically send them engraved fucking invitations personally signed by their vaginas. These are the alpha males who pretty much have it all in order. The looks, the build, the smile and the cock – all of the attributes that park them squarely in the top 1% of all men. And while many men fancy themselves as “bull” material, it’s really only these one percenters who have the type of gifts that a rutting female can literally smell. To be frank, a man such as this has the power to soak her cute little panties by doing nothing more than stepping into an elevator with her and smiling. And let me be clear - later that afternoon when this otherwise model wife and mother misses her fifth grader’s soccer game to spread her married thighs for this one percenter, it’s in no way because she “wants” to. To the contrary, she does it because she simply cannot help herself. The hormonal tsunami that almost quite literally deposited her onto the crusty mattress of a double bed in some cheap motel just off of an exit ramp clouds her mind of all the risk she’s assuming to enjoy this one little amazing coupling. It’s a testament to just how powerful the human mating instinct can be. And it’s the times when a woman is most vulnerable to her desire when men like these have the easiest time separating her from her panties - When she’s full-on ovuIating. But interestingly, there’s one little trait I’ve found that these men all seem to share to a tee. They will not, for the most part, eat pussy. And this commonly shared characteristic isn’t all that surprising once you actually stop for a second to think it through. Why in fac, would one of these gifted alpha bulls ever “stoop” to do such a thing? In just about every sexual circumstance in which they find themselves, there’s absolutely no need for it. From their opportunistic perspective, when the soaked panties are already lying crumpled at the threshold of the motel doorstep, and the fruit which they delicately protected only moments before is already so engorged with lust that it dangles before him from the lowest branch by the slimmest of threads – well, that’s t the time to fuck it - Not eat it. But sadly, most women are only presented with such carnal opportunities on the rarest of occasions. And life, for the most part, really is all about the things that happen in between - Which is where husbands dominate the landscape. So, in those day-to-day situations where her hormonaI storm isn’t ramped up to much more than a mild shower, she’s going to need some help in blocking out all those little stressors with which she routinely finds herself confronted – cookies for the bake sale, that report for work, interviewing new pool b0ys – and that my dear hubbies is where your sexy little mouths earn their bread and butter. And if you take the time to learn the precise location of her most sensitive little spot and develop the perfect technique for lighting it the fuck up … well, you might actually be able to cloud her mind of those stressors just enough to get her almost as ripe for the taking as she naturally gets for elevator b0y. But for those hubbies, like my Scott, who sometimes get to enjoy the privilege of watching a bull have his way, a bit of advice. If you EVER see him stop and take the time to please your wife orally, be very, very afraid.