Sex again.
Yeah.
What could be better?
Key point.
Guys, I’m serious.
If there are kids in the house and they’re old enough, none of that energy around them.
It can seriously mess with their heads.
All those tricks and games — only when you’re safely away from the kids.
They shouldn’t feel sexual tension in the air.
Romance?
Tenderness?
Love?
Healthy.
But not sexual energy.
Alright, let’s go.
The woman’s getting ready for bed.
We’re hoping the magical elves burned the hoodie and those baggy sweatpants while the princess was in the shower.
Had a proper bonfire.
Danced around it.
Sang elf songs so the evil would leave her and she’d finally stop wearing that stuff.
So we could finally see her boobs in broad daylight.
And she lies down in a thin nightgown.
If not — you ask.
Walk up to her.
Wrap your arms around her from behind.
Kiss her shoulders.
Her hair.
The top of her head.
Ask her to put on a nightgown.
But —
no panties.
Alpha lies down shirtless too.
Yeah, spare me the outrage.
That’s how it should be.
What the hell are we training for in the gym if it’s all hidden under fabric?
Key point.
On Saturdays and Sundays, when the kids are at grandma’s — walk around shirtless.
Yeah.
Just pants.
Guys… I don’t even need to spell out what that does to women.
Alpha, tousled after sleep.
After sex.
Bare torso.
Yeah.
You’ll have to pull her off him.
Even that Korean cheer squad would lose it over that.
Yeah, Alpha.
For real.
So here she is, lying down.
Alpha pretends he needs something in the bathroom.
We let her wait a little.
I don’t know.
Ten minutes.
We tease her, guys — not jerk ourselves off.
By now she’s already worked up and restless.
Camera.
Lights.
Action.
Close-up on Alpha’s chest.
What did we build it for all this time? Let people see it.
Scene one. Take one.
Alpha lies down next to her.
Strokes her hair.
She starts melting.
Look into the camera.
Deep breath.
Everyone freezes.
Cameras don’t breathe.
Extras stop eating chips.
He kisses her gently.
Alright, Alpha, keep going — we’re all on edge here.
He tells her how much he loves her.
How much he values her.
How much she means to his heart.
The woman starts crying.
Alpha spreads his hands like, “Well? Am I the best or what?”
Yeah. I know I am.
Applause.
Women rush in to get Alpha’s autograph.
Security drags the fans away.
Not now, girls. Not now.
Alpha’s busy. Come on, girls.
Moving on.
Alpha gently wipes her tears and kisses her deeper now, slow and heavy.
She arches with desire.
Alpha raises an eyebrow to the camera —
like, “See that? I haven’t even gone in yet and she’s already in ecstasy.”
His hand slides along the short little nightgown,
moves up to her waist.
She starts moaning.
Alpha kisses her neck.
Runs his fingers through her hair.
And at the same time undresses.
Alright, that’s it — film crew out.
No outsiders get to watch Alpha naked.
You pay extra for that.
Nobody gets a free show.
Nope.
Alpha’s body isn’t public access.
Not even for the superfans.
Not even for the admirers.
Sorry, girls — time to go.
Tonight only his wife gets lucky.
Now where were we?
Right.
He undresses. Of course.
Because when everyone’s fired up like that,
nobody wants to wait.
Waiting kills the moment.
Alpha turns her around and gently runs his hand down her back.
Her body arches and she feels that someone is very much awake.
The harder he gets,
the wetter she becomes.
Just the contact with his dick makes her climax and shudder.
Alpha breathes heavily into her hair.
She’ll get even more worked up from his heat, his raw wildness, his impatience.
Alpha touches her neck.
Her hair again.
Then kisses her slowly.
But with a promise.
The woman starts aching with desire.
Alpha moves down to her nipples
and very gently bites.
She cries out from the pleasure
and pulls him closer.
Alpha on top.
Good.
Let’s go.
Key point.
Guys, don’t fuck like dogs.
Damn, I’m serious.
Enjoy the sex.
Take your time.
Slow.
With feeling.
Yeah, sure, you want to come.
But sex is a process.
Not just the result, guys.