New Sex Revives Dead Female Hollywood Executive

New Sex Advisor #35 © 2001 Clint Arthur & www.NewSex.org
New Sex Revives Dead Female Hollywood Executive
She hasn’t let the L-word out of her mouth other than to say that she loves my cock…
She loves the way I fuck her…
She loves the way we feel…
She loves how I fill her up, so deep inside…
But not that she loves me.
A week ago we were in New Orleans, partying and bootlegging music at Jazz Fest.
Popping into a voodoo shop on Bourbon Street, I ask the man behind the counter for a love potion.
“You want a love potion?” he says calculatingly. Then he points to a short, trim black man with a graying beard and red vein-streaked eyes, a guy just seemingly hanging out in the middle of the store.
We step over to the little man and I ask, “You got a love potion?”
“Do I got a love potion?!” he chirps brightly. “Come with me!”
He drags us both by the arms out onto the street and around to the front window of the store.
“Look at that picture!” he says and points at a 5-by-7 color photo plastered onto the window pane.
A picture of him…
In some kind of African tribal costume…
And written in blood-red nail polish across the top of the photo, the headline “Modaddy, Prince of Love.”
My eyes bug wide as I read the words aloud, then look at Cheryl for her reaction.
“Oh my God!” I exclaim in shock. “It’s the Prince of Love! I found the Prince of Love!”
“Holy God!” Cheryl breathes, the words escaping her hidden consciousness…
Modaddy’s eyes flick between our faces wild and charged with electricity of Bourbon Street night as I inspect his features for authenticity – and see it there pure.
“You want a love potion, man?” he says with a big cracked
yellowing grin. “I got your love potion. I got love potion number 9!”
[Continued tomorrow] Have YOU tried New Sex™?

New Sex Advisor #36 ©2001 Clint Arthur & www.NewSex.org
New Sex Revives Dead Female Hollywood Executive (Part 2)
The screams and loud live music of Bourbon Street all fade away into the background as Modaddy, the Prince of Love, produces out of his pocket a tiny brown vial of dark, cloudy herb-tinted oil.
A torn and soiled label on the container identifies its contents as “Love … #9”
He slowly shakes the bottle before our eyes…
Cheryl digs her fingernails into my waist…
Again, our eyes totally bug with disbelief…
Is this really happening?
How serendipitous can life actually be?
“This is the real love potion, man…” he says with all confidence and joy. “You put this on your woman – it’s guaranteed you gonna be doing some hot fucking.”
“We’re already doin’ that!” I told him. “I want her to fall in
love with me!”
“Oh, that’s for sure, man,” he laughs. Then he turns his eyes away from mine and takes in Cheryl’s amazingly sexy curves and beautiful face.
“Dude,” he says, “you are one lucky man.”
“I know! I want this woman to be in love with me.”
“Oh, she gonna be in love. This potion do the trick fo’ sho’.”
“How much?” I ask him.
“Yeah, how much?” Cheryl chimes in, with just the slightest anxiety in her voice.
“Usually I gets twenty dollars, man – make me an offer.”
I peel a picture of Alexander Hamilton off my wad of cash and hand it over, not wanting to haggle over something so important with someone so special.
“Now what?” I ask, appraising the mysterious dark concoction in my palm.
“Put a drop on her left wrist,” Modaddy says as he pockets his loot. “Then rub your right wrist on it till it feels hot.”
“That’s it?”
Modaddy steals a quick peck on Cheryl’s cheek, then says,
“That’s it, brutha.”
I twist off the cap and feel a crusty grit give way as it loosens.
Then I rub a dot of the lavender-scented oil onto her wrist and press against it with mine, per the instructions of New Orleans’ Prince of Love…
Then I kiss Cheryl on the lips…
Her mouth and tongue and soul yield to my own…
And when we come up from the kiss and look around, the intoxicated din of revelry throbs in our ears…
And Modaddy is gone!
[Continued tomorrow] Have YOU tried New Sex™?

New Sex Advisor #37 ©2001 Clint Arthur &NewSex.org
New Sex Revives Dead Female Hollywood Executive (Part 3)
Last night she finally said it.
We had crawled into her big luxurious bed at one minute
past midnight…
I was totally exhausted after a huge day.
Woke up around eleven, immediately started making love in the v-berth on my boat.
Her body so receptive and healthy, plush with sexual availability to me…
Pumping into her with my forearms and hands under her back, supporting and gripping her shoulders…
Positioning her torso and hips to the perfect angle…
Her legs yield wide open to me…
My naked hardness frictions against her naked interior
vault…
Her head lolls on the pillow, ecstatic from our perfect
connection…
The moment so hot and sexy and NATURAL to me that I
feel my seed welling up from deep within…
So I pull out and splatter her stomach with a Rorschach of
cum…
Her green-gray saucer eyes stare with loving desire and
fulfillment, but she does not say anything about…
Love…
Seven days have passed since our encounter with Modaddy, the Prince of Love.
Her birthday had fallen on the Monday, and I gave her a LONG series of female ejaculations and G-spot orgasms using the New Sex™ techniques, step-by-step for guaranteed effectiveness…
Bringing her to peaks of puddling, cum-splashing ecstasy…
Just as I KNEW I would…
Because the New Sex™ Techniques work every time…
But still she refrained from saying IT.
In her house on Saturday I gave another huge series of
ejaculations and New Sex™ passion, but still she held tight against any reference to the L-word.
Then, after an intense lovemaking session Sunday morn, we got dressed for the gym and I put a dot of Modaddy’s secret formula on her right wrist, then rubbed it with my left wrist until it got hot.
“What if a woman puts the potion on a man’s right wrist?”
she asked me, quite the little joker.
I said, “Don’t mess with voodoo.”
We had a good gym workout, then went back to my boat, lunched on raw oysters and steak with raw goat cheese and Perrier. Then I worked on my engine and got it to start again after too many months lying dormant, and we moved my boat and entire life from my old marina to the new one.
My legs were SORE.
She massaged them during dinner, which, as usual, we ate seated on the floor in the living room of her home…
Raw beef and lamb and mussels with goat and Manchego cheeses, fresh basil, olive oil, and two varieties of imported olives…
Cold Pinot Grigio…
Then we went to bed and as we cuddled, she batted her long beautiful eyelashes. I saw her make a mental decision to stop fighting against it…
The potion and the techniques are much too strong…
Even for her…
The tough, battle-scarred, heart-hardened Hollywood executive…
Looking into my eyes as we hold each other’s naked bodies, she softly speaks those words I’ve been so longing to hear:
“You know I am in love with you.”
[Tomorrow, the Conclusion]

New Sex Advisor #38 © 2001 Clint Arthur & www.NewSex.org
New Sex Revives Dead Female Hollywood Executive (Conclusion)
At 6:57 a.m. I awake from a dream in which I’ve been elected U.S. Senator for the state of California. I was smoking a joint in my office in the Capitol building, casually informing people that I’d been elected – because nobody knew…
Next thing I know the dream is gone, and lying naked beside me in her big fluffy bed, my tan, curvy, sweetie-pie – the luxuriant and ever-receptive Cheryl…
I look at her sleeping there, and I know that she is completely available to me…
Her total willingness to yield and open herself for me…
Is like a drug – Viagra.
I spy a small piece of a white plastic bag stuck to her shoulder, and as I gently remove it she stirs from slumber and looks at me…
Those big green tigress eyes somehow sharp and alert even fresh from REM…
Playfully, she says, “What?”
I just dive down under the covers, between her legs…
Her thighs spread to allow access…
Breathing hot breaths, my mouth an inch from the close-trimmed hairs of her love zone…
Just breathing and breathing…
I kiss her there, tenderly with my lips and tongue…
Soon she shifts her body so that she lies beneath me with her mouth in position to do to me what she does so exquisitely.
In moments she is also kissing my sex…
And it fills with blood and passion-energy so quick from her expert nibbles and licks…
Sucking me into her throat…
The base of my shaft…
Such authority…
It makes me delirious!
Soon I am too big for her to deep throat…
We rotate for insertion…
And my raging hardness fills her…
I can feel that my penis is bigger…
Desire is the inspiration for growth and edge-cut throbs…
Her walls so soft and wet and warm…
Our lovemaking, as usual, so full of passion…
Especially when we dog…
SO dripping wet.
After, we cuddle and I keep staring into her eyes because I can’t even believe how lucky I am to have such a sweet, wonderful, passionate, sexual, sensual, loving, good-hearted woman in my life…
To be in love with her…
Together with her…
“What are you thinking about?” she asks.
It’s so totally quiet – only the sounds of our breathing, a bird chirping in her garden…
I’m stroking her left temple, just at the base of her golden hairline…
I whisper, “How sweet this moment is.”
She takes one breath, then another, and then one more… Then she says, “You brought me back to life. For so many
years I was just dead inside.”
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