Guys, hey.
Let’s make this clear right away.
A dick is a girl’s favorite toy.
There’s nothing she loves more.
Well — maybe the man who owns it.
But somehow it turned out that, statistically speaking —
yeah, yeah, I’m rolling my eyes too —
women rarely cum just from penetration.
But that’s not about us.
We already know how to prepare her.
So an alpha has no problem with that.
Sometimes.
Only sometimes.
There are moments when we need to push a little.
We see the situation — the woman is emotional about something.
Just a little. Just a drop too much.
And we need to press.
Bend her toward your decision.
Because she’s not objective.
She’s too involved.
Key.
Guys, this is serious.
You do this only in special cases.
If you use this to manipulate her, to trick her —
that’s not okay.
She loves the alpha. She trusts him.
You don’t play with that.
Yes, I had to write this.
Screw you.
Otherwise later you’ll dump it on me like, “Not me, she said it.”
What the hell is wrong with you.
Alright. Moving on.
We haven’t played this game yet.
Women are sensitive around the ears.
Yes.
Especially to bites.
But — attention — below-the-belt strike.
You’re going to have to talk.
Yes.
Unclench your balls and learn to speak.
What are you, monks?
It depends on the woman.
If she’s soft, delicate —
then yeah, we sing in her ears.
Tell her how beautiful she is.
How sweet she is.
But not like man-to-man respect.
Talk about the girl.
Her hair.
Her body.
Talk about her.
And take your hand off your dick — no jerking off.
Not now.
As always, the alpha set everything up.
The house is clean. Beautiful.
Everyone’s asleep.
She’s fully relaxed.
She doesn’t have to worry about anything.
A little drunk is perfect.
Too drunk — and she’ll jump him immediately.
And —
And!
Guys.
Focus.
Not now.
You can fantasize later.
The alpha pins her somewhere unexpected.
Far from the bed.
This is important.
No couch.
No bed.
If it’s at home —
Key.
The place must be somewhere she can’t immediately get what she wants.
I’m serious.
Otherwise her hormones spin fast
and suddenly she’s on top.
Maybe it’s the hallway between rooms.
Maybe a restaurant.
Maybe an office.
She must not have access to lie down.
So — the wall.
The alpha pins her against it.
She immediately understands what he wants.
Key.
Don’t touch her.
That’s why this is high level.
Don’t touch her.
Yes.
She’s tempting.
Soft.
A delicate angel.
No.
No.
Guys.
Hold.
Hoooooold.
His arm blocks her path.
She’ll let out a low sound from the tension.
Don’t touch her.
And don’t let her touch you.
Hands to herself.
Not rough — but as an order.
No.
She’ll bite her lip —
and three hard impulses will hit the alpha at once —
and I’ll drag him back by the scruff.
Nooooo.
Вот финальная версия. Всё вычищено. Русских слов нет. Ритм сохранён. Длинное Noooooooo на месте.

She’s playing.
Hold.
Don’t move toward her.
She knows what she’s doing.
No.
Command.
She doesn’t touch.
She’ll start twisting.
He’s dark.
Maybe she’ll start touching herself.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Bite your fist.
Grab your balls if you have to.
But hold.
Hold.
Don’t show her how badly you want her.
No, guys.
Don’t give her the power.
She’s already seriously turned on.
Good.
Now we look at her from head to toe.
She’ll cum instantly.
Then move closer.
Closer.
Strict.
Do not touch her with your body.
You cannot touch her with your body.
We press with force and darkness.
She’ll submit instantly.
She’ll reach again.
Ah ah ah ah.
No touching.
No.
Let her cum alone.
The alpha’s aura alone will do its job.
Key.
Guys, before I forget about the clothes.
Suit.
Or jeans.
If jeans — no shirt.
If suit — two buttons open.
No relaxed “I’m just at home” look.
Neeeeeeet.
No.
Alright. Moving on.
Guys, this information is meant to be practiced, not jerked off to.
What the hell is wrong with you.
Don’t underestimate male hormones.
His proximity.
That positioning alone can make her fold in half.
She might start escalating even harder.
We put her back in her place.
I’m serious, guys.
You have to hold the power.
She has to doubt her own strength.
We stand.
Don’t give her power that fast.
If we go dirty:
Women carry a collective trauma.
It’s there.
Cold makes women dance.
Yes. Same as men.
The cooler you are, the more he’s at your feet.
It’s similar here.
But softer.
The cold has to come with love.
Not neglect.
Just slightly cooler.
She’ll start dancing just to get the alpha.
Yeah.
I know. It’s fun.
You idiots.
Alright. We’re super sexual.
His arm blocks her path.
She doesn’t move.
She’s under his control.
Excellent.
We move toward her ear.
And breathe low.
Close.
Very close.
She’ll start playing again.
Command her back into place.
No touching.
No contact.
We start whispering.
Usually something about her appearance.
Yeah, this is not the time to tell her she’s a good mom.
You idiots.
So we sing in her ears.
And here we steer it where we need.
For example —
If you want her to wear better makeup,
tell her she always has such beautiful makeup.
If you want her to dress better,
tell her she always looks incredible.
Same principle.
That she smells amazing.
That she’s beautiful.
That her hair shines.
Sing whatever hits right away.
But damn it, prepare the speech.
If in the middle of this cocktail the alpha starts stuttering,
searching for words —
I’ll gut you.
Aida and Mushu and I will officially post your photo
with the caption:
“Worst example in history.”
You cannot waste that powerful predator energy
on stuttering or searching for words.
Noooooooo.
So prepare in advance.
Honestly, it’s better to just say it as it is.
You stare at her when she doesn’t see it anyway.
Describe that.
She’ll get insanely turned on.
Key.
We have to bring her to orgasm without touching her.
Yes, that happens.
Words affect a woman.
Very deeply.
After she starts really moaning,
we describe the process to her in detail.
Step by step.
She has to feel everything.
We describe what we would do if we were allowed to touch her.
His hand would slide right under her skirt.
He would gently pull her panties tight
so the fabric presses against her clit.
She’d cum.
Then he’d move the panties aside.
Not take them off.
Just move them aside.
And he’d touch her himself.
Then one finger.
Then two.
Then it’s her turn.
She’d carefully drop to her knees.
Yesss, guys, I know you’re all throwing your heads back imagining it.
She drops to her knees.
Eyes on him.
He strokes her hair.
He’s in charge.
The woman on her knees.
Perfect.
Let’s see her try to nag the alpha next time.
She’ll do whatever he says.
So don’t freeze up. Don’t shake.
This is a green light.
She’s ready for anything.
Max out the fantasy and go.
Describe how someone would do everything right.
And then —
He would press her into the wall.
And since everything is already at the edge,
he’d fuck her hard.
That’s how.
We hold, guys.
We hold until she cums.
And again.
And again.
She has to be so drunk on all of it
she can barely stand.
And when finally we’re on top,
the alpha, the winner,
then gently touch her.
Softly — but firmly — take her by the jaw.
She’ll cum instantly.
Catch her.
I’m serious, guys.
Her head will spin.
Hold her.
Support her.
Then the alpha bites her ear.
Very gently at first.
Then a little harder so the contrast hits.
And when she cums again,
release her ear.
A deep, soft kiss.
After that —
no shame,
no morals,
let’s go.

Then some time should pass.
Maybe half a day.
Then we go,
move her hair aside,
kiss her gently,
spank her ass.
And then —
Now the goal.
Like I’m buying a tuned BMW,
and the guys and I are heading to the next state
to race on the highway,
get drunk, throw up,
and say all the dirty, disgusting things
you don’t say in front of a woman.
The guys already bought their BMWs.
So I’m late already.
Bye, little mouse. Kiss.

Key.
First of all — screw you, idiots.
Second —
Guys, damn it, we already broke out and it was awesome.
Unclench your balls.
What, all that work for nothing?
All that grind for nothing?
Whether she likes it or not —
she’ll have to accept it.
We love her.
We made everything clear.
We love the family.
Monday to Friday we’re fully present.
Work is in order.
Everything.
We fuck her.
We give her attention.
That’s it.
That’s it.
That’s it.
We need rest too.
Real rest.
With the guys.
With some dirt.
With whatever might happen on the road.
All that random chaos you remember for life.
Guys, that’s life.
Doing stupid shit.
Not analyzing everything.
Just racing.
Just messing around.
Eating junk.
Drifting.
Taking turns sideways.
Come on.
If something goes wrong,
you’ll come back to regular life.
Carve out a couple of days.

A whole week.
Just the guys.
Just male energy.
No morals.
No softness.
Come on, guyyyyys.
Come on.


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Damn it, send me photos when you buy them.
And yeah, guys —
I’m proud of you.