Here's to My Sexual Prowess

Everybody has a "move." That one thing they do that they know, at least most of the time, will knock the socks off of the object of their desire. It's the stealth manuever, the emergency ICBM that we keep stockpiled, hidden away until we're ready to obliterate our target with a mushroom cloud of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. It's what we use instead of standing up and shouting, "Prepare to be left a spineless, quivering mass in the wake of my unparalleled erotic manuever. Also: You will fucking enjoy the shit out of what I'm about to do to you."

So my question to you today is: What is that thing you do when you absolutely, positively want to reduce someone to a puddle of helplessness? And I mean that in the good way; not, like, kicking someone in the jimmy.

Mine? Funny you should ask. Well, let's just say it involves my tongue, gentle pressure, an alternating sucking/licking motion, and forking over a stack of dollar bills.

Happy Friday.