By Chelsea Biondolillo

She had been reading her mother’s books on seduction and explained that learning to be good in bed would take commitment. If we ever hoped to get the kinds of husbands that would take care of us and let us do whatever we wanted, we had to become experts at sex.

“Here’s how I will drive him totally crazy: I will lick his chest in little circles while I unbutton his shirt. One button, one lick. That’s practically guaranteed.”

“But what if he tastes bad?”

“You just have to pretend that he doesn’t.”

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