𝘼 𝙒𝙖𝙠𝙚-𝙐𝙥 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙈𝙚𝙣 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮’𝙧𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝘽𝙚𝙙

Most men have no fucking idea what they're doing with a woman's body.

I don’t say that lightly. I say it because it’s true, and if we don’t start saying it out loud, nothing will ever change. Women will keep faking it, tolerating it, tiptoeing around male egos like fragile glass, while they secretly wish someone would please, for the love of God, figure out what the hell they’re doing.

Now, if you’re a guy reading this and feeling offended already, sit with that. Maybe even read it twice. Because if your first instinct is defensiveness instead of curiosity, you’re already proving my point.

Let me be clear: I’m not saying you’re a bad person. I’m saying you were likely raised in a culture that taught you jack shit about female anatomy, pleasure, and emotional safety. And unless you took it upon yourself to learn something beyond what you saw in porn, you’re probably winging it. And women? We can tell. We always can.

We know when you’re in your head, trying to remember some sequence from a sex scene you watched on your phone. We know when you’re just trying to get us wet enough to justify getting inside. We know when you think you’re doing a good job but are actually grinding into us like a squirrel on Adderall. We know when you’re trying to make us orgasm so you can pat yourself on the back, instead of just being with us.

You want to know the truth? The raw, uncomfortable, ego-shattering truth? Most women are orgasm-deprived. Emotionally depleted. Tired of sex that feels more like a favor than an experience. And it's not because we don't love sex. Oh no, we love sex. We crave it, dream about it, ache for it. But not the kind we’re getting. We want the kind that lights us up, dissolves us, resurrects us. The kind that fills our lungs with fire and our eyes with tears. The kind of sex that connects body and soul and reminds us why we ever let anyone inside us in the first place.

But instead? We get rushed. We get groped. We get ignored. We get jackhammered. We get two minutes of friction and a sigh of male relief, and then we’re left to clean ourselves up while you roll over and fall asleep. No kiss. No breath. No witnessing. Just the distant hum of a man who thinks he “did good” because we moaned once. (Newsflash: we moan for you, not because it actually felt amazing. It’s called social conditioning.)

And foreplay? What is that, even? A few kisses and a boob grab? A quick swipe down there before entry? Gentle reminder: we are not microwaves. We don’t warm up in 30 seconds. We are ovens—low and slow, baby. We need time. Presence. Attention. Emotional connection. We need to feel like our bodies are being worshiped, not scanned for entry like a goddamn QR code.

Our desire lives in our hearts, not just our genitals. You want us to melt? Meet us emotionally. Be present. Look into our eyes without agenda. Kiss us like you mean it, not like you’re racing the clock. Touch us like we’re art, not a checklist. Get curious. Ask us what we want. What we like. What turns us on today. Because it changes. We change. We are not machines. We are moons and tides and fire and storm.

You want us to climax? Start by being consistent. You find something that feels good? Stay there. Don’t switch it up because you got bored or panicked. Don’t think you have to “spice it up” every thirty seconds. We are on a ride. If you keep yanking the wheel, we crash.

And listen, about the clitoris—it’s not a mythical creature. It exists. It’s not optional. It’s not something you can tap twice and move on. It is the epicenter of pleasure for most women. If you don’t know where it is or how to approach it, learn. Ask. Observe. Pay attention. If she flinches, back off. If she breathes deeper, stay. It's not rocket science, it’s just care.

You know what else matters? Emotional safety. If we don’t feel safe, we will never fully open. Period. I don’t care how skilled your tongue is or how big your dick is—if we don’t trust you, our bodies will lock up like a vault. You can’t fuck a woman into opening her heart. You hold her, love her, see her into it. You make her feel like you’re not just taking from her body, you’re honoring it.

But most men weren’t taught that. They were taught to conquer. To perform. To achieve. Sex became something to win, not something to experience. And now we have generations of men who think good sex means lasting long and making a woman moan loud enough to validate them. Never mind that she felt nothing. Never mind that she went home and cried. Never mind that she now avoids intimacy with you because it makes her feel more alone than being alone.

Here’s a little secret: when a woman is deeply satisfied, you can feel it. She glows. She’s softer. Calmer. More generous. More alive. Her voice changes. Her energy expands. A well-loved woman becomes a radiant force of nature. But a woman who is chronically unmet? She hardens. She becomes brittle. She gets sharp, closed, tired. And she starts to believe maybe she’s just not sexual anymore.

No. She’s just starving. Depleted. Touched too much in the wrong ways and not enough in the right ones. She doesn’t need more sex. She needs better sex. Conscious sex. Reverent sex. Sex that gives instead of just takes. And you know what? Most of the time, that starts outside the bedroom.

Make her tea. Run your hands through her hair. Tell her she looks radiant when she’s not wearing makeup. Hold her when she cries and don’t try to fix it. When she tells you what she likes in bed, don’t take it personally—take notes. When she sets a boundary, don’t sulk—respect it. That’s how you make a woman feel safe. And when a woman feels safe? That’s when the real magic happens.

You think women don’t like sex? Please. We are sex. We are the source, the portal, the fire. But you have to know how to approach the flame without snuffing it out. You don’t barge in and demand heat. You sit near it. You feed it. You tend to it.

And if you can’t last long enough to get her there? Learn other ways. Your hands. Your mouth. Your words. Your patience. Being a good lover isn’t about what you were born with—it’s about what you cultivate. There are men with average everything who are unforgettable in bed because they give a damn. They listen. They adapt. They care.

So stop thinking you know. Stop assuming she’ll tell you if it’s bad. Most of us won’t. We’ve been trained to be nice. We’ve been trained to spare your feelings. We’ve been trained to smile and say “that was great” when we felt like a flashlight left on in a drawer. But those days are ending. We are done being polite about our pleasure.

If you really want to be a good lover, stop watching porn and start watching her. Notice how she breathes. How she moves. How she tenses or softens. Ask her afterward what felt amazing. What didn’t. Let her be honest. Don’t make it about your ego. Make it about your growth.

Because here's the truth: women are not that complicated. We're just tired of being misunderstood, mistreated, and misused. If you want to access the fullness of a woman’s body, start by accessing the fullness of her being. Don’t touch her until you can see her. Don’t enter her until you can meet her. And if you can't handle that responsibility, then don't ask for access to what you haven't earned.

A woman’s body is not a place for a man to prove himself. It is a sanctuary. A temple. A wild and holy thing. And you don't get to enter it just because you think you're entitled to. You enter with reverence, or not at all.

So yeah. Most men have no fucking clue what they're doing with a woman's body.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t learn.

And if you do?

She’ll never forget you.

She might even finally stop faking it.

Ready to Stop Guessing and Start Actually Pleasuring Her?

If this hit a nerve (or lit a fire), good. That means you're ready to step up. Most men have never been taught how to truly connect—with a woman’s body, heart, or desire—and that’s not your fault. But staying in the dark? That part is on you.

If you're done fumbling in the dark, done with disconnect, done wondering why she pulls away instead of pulling you in—then it’s time. I work with men who are ready to activate real presence, deep connection, and actual skill in the bedroom and beyond.

Book your private activation call now—because your woman deserves more than guesswork, and so do you.

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As always loving you from here,

Rene Schooler