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skills are better. Oral sex is crucial. You need to drink from her and she from you. It’s not just to get her off. Going down on her brings more of her spirit into your body. I’ll go more into that later. Stamina is also important. The very first time you make love to her, be there for the long haul. Quickies aren’t acceptable. You want her to be tired afterward. You want to fuck her so good that she falls asleep. That first time is crucial. It’s the only opportunity you’ll get to leave a first impression. Make sure she can feel you. I don’t mean beat the pussy up and be rough with her. I mean, do it right. Aggressive sex is fun, too, but it’s not appropriate when you’re with her the first time. Start slow and build up. Ask her what she likes and what she wants if you’re clueless. Most important, be dominant. Don’t let her control you in the bedroom that first time. You can get into that role play ‘mischievous boy and mean teacher’ shit later.”
    Laughter burst forth.
    “I have several sex therapy videos available that go into great detail about how to do this. If you follow the steps and practice, I promise you that she won’t be looking anywhere else for great sex. She won’t have any complaints, I guarantee you. Also, be romantic. Flowers and candles are a must, but also try to be creative. Set the scene in advance. Have nice music. Be well-groomed and clean. Start seducing her days in advance. What I mean by that is you need to make her pussy wet before you even touch her. Send her flowers, text her sweet messages, call her just because, present little gifts to her, and compliment her. Make sure it’s sincere. The art of seduction is fucking a woman’s mind first, then her body. By the time you get to her pussy, she should be putty in your hands. On that note, I’ll take a few questions before we take a quick break.”
    Saint took his seat and dabbed the slight perspiration along his brow.
    “Great job, Saint. You’re a real inspiration for these guys,” one of the speakers whispered to him. Saint nodded and waved, maintaining his silence while the host approached the podium.
    “I hope you guys realize what an honor it is to have someone as important as Dr. Saint Aknaten come and speak to you. He’s usually booked at least two years in advance but went out of his way to be here for the L.A. Rainbeau Valentine Conference even though he had a sudden scheduling conflict. He knows how important this is. We’re going to take some questions from you and then after a refreshment break, we’ll resume with his portion of the lecture,” the host announced. “Raise your hand if you have a question. We won’t be able to get to all of them right now, but we’ll answer a few. Yes, you over there.” The spotlight moved to a lanky young white man. Saint slowly stood up and approached the podium.
    “Hi, Dr. Aknaten,” the man said nervously. “It’s an honor to speak to you. I’ve read all of your books and watched your videos. I’ve dated a couple of Black girls, but I must be turning them off or doing something wrong, because they tell me they only see me as a friend after the first one or two dates. Can you help me figure out what I’m missing?”
    “So you were put in the friend zone? It’s hard to tell what went wrong without hearing the particulars, but let me start by doing some shooting in the dark. Did you mention anything, and I mean anything at all, about race?”
    The young man thought for a minute. “I think I may have told one I really find Black girls attractive,” he said tentatively.
    “OK, were you specific about what you found attractive, and did you say this early on?” Saint questioned.
    “I believe so. I told them I liked their complexions and their lips. One of them, I told her I liked her hair and asked her if it was really hers, and I think she got offended.”
    “That may have been the problem. Saying you like Black girls doesn’t always come across right.