A woman gets turned on when you make her feel it before you even touch her. When your voice drops to a whisper close to her ear. When you look at her as if you’re undressing her with your eyes, and she knows it. When you grab the back of her neck, gently pull back, and kiss her neck without asking permission. Down there, she’s already wet. It’s not magic. It’s biology. It’s confidence. It’s feeling that you know what you want, and that what you want is to devour her. When you pull down her pants with that mischievous smile, when you slip two fingers inside her while looking her straight in the eyes, her brain shuts down. She stops thinking. She only feels. And if you then whisper in her ear, «You’re going to moan my name tonight,» she’s completely lost control. A woman gets aroused when she feels truly desired, not when someone tells her «you look beautiful.» She gets aroused when you act as if touching her is your only obsession. And when that happens, there’s no going back. She gets wet. She surrenders. And she’s left trembling.