The Language Of Lust

The Language Of Lust

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How To Make Any Woman Sexually Obsessed With You (And Only You) Without Even Touching Her…
Even Better: She’ll Have No Idea What You’re Doing… Why She’s Suddenly Repulsed By Other Guys… Or Why She’s Suddenly So Desperate To Give YOU Everything You Crave.
You must read this right now or miss out on the greatest sexual opportunity for average, regular men in over 1,000 years.

Hi, I’m Lawrence Lanoff…

But by the time you’re done reading this letter you’ll join thousands of other men and women who call me “The Darth Vader Of Dirty Talk”…

And right here, right now I’m going to let you in on a blistering secret about female lust that man-hating feminists and sleazy pickup artist are terrified you’ll find out…

A secret that will immediately open a sexual buffet to you filled with variety, lust and sweaty, amazing intensity you thought women only faked in porn movies…

And will give you the power to make even the nicest, most conservative and most innocent girl cum like a freight train on command… and without even touching her…

Oh, and just so you don’t make any excuses…

This secret I’m revealing in about 15 seconds will have gorgeous women clawing at your pants and ripping open your fly with their teeth (often 2 or 3 at a time)…
Even if you’re short, broke, fat, or old…
Even if your cock is so small it looks like it belongs on an action figure.

It literally does not matter how repulsive to women you are, how much money you make or even how often you take a bath…

If you just read what I have to say (like a growing army of guys have already) you’ll be spreading women’s thighs on command…

Why?
Because the feminist nightmare has finally come true… And it’s incredible, fantastic, amazing news for anybody with a dick and the desire to use it…

In fact, if you’re a guy between 20 and 73 and you aren’t sleeping with at least 3 different women a week…

You’re not just letting yourself down…

You’re disappointing every one of your male ancestors for thousands of years who would KILL to have the sexual opportunity you’ve just had dropped in your lap…

Who the hell am I to make such huge promises and such crazy claims? And why is the “Feminist Nightmare” going to lead to you getting laid on autopilot?

Like I said, my name is Lawrence Lanoff…
I’m 50 years old… skinny… bald… and I’ve got a completely average cock.

And in order to tell you how you’re going to open the door to abundant, incredible sex with a ton of eager women…

I have to tell you about the most humiliating moment of my entire life…

And how the feminists “winning” the battle of the sexes is the best damned thing to happen to your cock since you first learned to masturbate.

WARNING
If you’ve ever been rejected by a girl, what I’m about to tell you may trigger feelings of embarrassment and rage in you…
But whatever you do it’s incredibly important that you don’t stop reading until you have the whole story…
“Get away from me you creep!” she screamed in disgust…

Suddenly, I felt my testicles crawl back up into my body and a flood of nausea and panic pulse through me as every head in Trader Joe’s whipped in our direction…

She was hot.

Gorgeous, actually…

A 28-year-old brunette in tight yoga pants with the most beautiful pair of gravity-defying all-natural D-cup tits I’d ever seen…

5 minutes ago…

I’d seen her giving the broccoli a hard-on in the vegetable department…

She smiled at me in a way that sent an electric tingle right to my crotch… licked her lips… tossed her hair…

And when she walked away I caught the scent of her and felt something hungry rise up in me as I imagined her naked and writhing and moaning my name.

For 5 agonizing minutes I dug through every “line,” every “open,” every way of “approaching” a girl this hot I’d ever heard…

But I knew the clock was ticking (it always is)…

I knew I HAD to talk to her before she left the store, before it was too late, or I’d regret it for the rest of my sexual life…

She was in the bread aisle when I found her again…

Bent over at the waist, so I could get lost in her ass and thighs and delicious, toned calves…

Her hands were caressing a loaf of gluten-free-fair-trade-organic-BS-whatever in a way that made my heart pound and my mouth go dry…

I took a deep breath and gathered my confidence…

I walked up to her smiling and friendly and with no hint at all of the pornography she’d inspired in my mind.

Suddenly her eyes flashed to mine like a deer in the woods…

She parted her wet lips…

I watched her incredible breasts rise and fall like waves I wanted to surf on as she took a long, deep breath of her own…

I felt electricity and fire and anticipation for the sweaty, passionate, connected night I knew we were going to share together…

And that’s when she screamed and destroyed my world
(It wasn’t until months later that I could appreciate the incredible favor she’d done for me…)

My neck spasmed and my jaw went tight like a bear trap…

I was just going to tell her how beautiful she looked…

How it was women like her who made me so happy to be a man, so happy to be ALIVE, when…

“I said GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!”
She screamed even louder this time, like a heavy metal guitar solo blasting in my ear…

I stumbled back confused… away from the scent of her clouding my mind…

And that’s when I noticed the pack of scantily-clad sorority girls staring at me like I was some kind of monster…

The roided-up muscle-head in the shredded tank-top flexing his pecs like he couldn’t wait to prove his “masculinity” and kick my ass…

The fat security guard fingering his radio like it was Dirty Harry’s revolver and reporting an “assault” for who-knows-who to hear…

And then I almost cried as I felt the handcuffs snap closed around my wrists…

Strong hands dragged me by the arm like some 12-year-old boy caught throwing rocks at recess.

I had hours to kill before things got “sorted out”…

Hours to think…

To torture myself for being so “stupid” as to walk up to a pretty girl in public in “Emasculated America”…

To feel ashamed…

To make a decision that would change everything, not just for me but for thousands of guys around the world just like you…

I was so ANGRY…

Not at her…

Not even at our PC society that treats men like dogs just for being guys…

But at myself…

There I was, a fully grown man who loves women…

Who was raised by women and who was taught to always respect women…

Who would rather kill myself than ever hurt a woman…

And in 3 terrible seconds the girl in the yoga pants made me feel like a… rapist.

When they released me (no charges after they saw the security tape), I went home and stared at myself in the mirror…

And I saw what I always saw…

A nice guy…

A good guy…

So why did she look at me that way?

Why did she smile at me if she wasn’t flirting with me?

And why did she SCREAM when I just wanted to say hello?

Why was it so WRONG for me to want to talk to her?

To want to make love to her?

Why did I suddenly feel so disgusting?

I spent hours lying awake in bed that night… rubbing my wrists where the handcuffs had dug into them… tasting bile in my throat when I thought about what had happened not just to me, but to men everywhere.

I thought about the never-ending torrent of news stories about “creepy” guys who DARED to look at a woman with lust…

Militant feminists celebrating The Death of Men…

How more and more guys are flunking out of college…

How all the powerful jobs are going to women…

How having a dick is becoming a societal handicap…

I thought about guys in Japan and around the world giving up… deciding they’d rather be celibate for life than become the emasculated lap-dogs the world is trying to turn them into…

And then I thought of all the women I knew…
Women who are lonely and horny and scared …

Women who wake up every morning wondering why they can’t find REAL MEN anymore…  who settle for Metrosexual shadows of masculinity – while us REAL guys get treated like dogs…

Laying there, I realized something shocking and terrible and wonderful too…

I realized the feminist nightmare had come true… that men and women had been brainwashed into sexual misery… And I knew I was at a crossroads when it came to me and women and sex…
I knew when I got out of bed in the morning I could do one of three things that would change how women looked at me and treated me forever.
1. I could blame her.

I could call her a “crazy bitch.”

I could become one of those guys who uses rejection as an excuse to become a woman-hater and an asshole. Who harasses girls online just to feel OK. . .

I could see the rising power of women as a CURSE…

I could bitch and moan and become the monster I was already being treated like.

2. I could blame myself…

I could learn to hate myself for being born with a cock…

I could become one of those “sensitive” guys who thinks “respecting” women means treating women like they “hate” sex… who thinks his totally natural masculine urges are disgusting and wrong… who lines up to be emasculated, hoping to be “lucky” enough to get a blow job once every couple years.

or…

3. I could see The Feminist Nightmare as the incredible opportunity it is…

I could open my eyes to the terrible lie that you, and I, and every woman in the world had been tricked into believing

I could choose to learn the truth about women and sex…

What women really want from men but refuse to tell us…

Why they say one thing but mean another…

WHY nice guys like me got rejected and abused again and again while douchebags get laid as easily as going to the ATM…

I know this sounds wrong…

But I could choose to get revenge…

Not on her… but on the world that had transformed desire and sex into something dirty and shameful.

The next day I woke up early, my heart pounding… recovering from a nightmare of a world without testosterone…  my mission pulsing through my veins.

I cracked open my laptop and I got to work searching for the truth…

But quickly I got frustrated… and then angry…

All over the internet I found books and articles and videos from sleazy pickup-artist type guys saying they’d figured out how to trick drunk girls into screwing them…

And violent screeds by so-called “feminists” talking about so-called “male privilege”… and the “evils” of the penis and how MEN as we know them were dying off and that was a GOOD thing.

But I didn’t want to learn how to manipulate women…

And I didn’t want to learn to hate myself…

To cut off my own balls and put them in some girl’s purse.

I didn’t want to learn how to change myself into something I hated…

I wanted to learn how to make women want me…
To look at me the way I looked at them…
To fantasize about me…
To connect with me.
To screw the living hell out of the REAL me, giggle when I slapped them on the ass, come back for seconds and bring their gorgeous friends and thank me for being a MAN…

Only when THAT happened would I feel like I’d gotten my “revenge” on our messed up society…

Only then would I feel like I was a MAN again, in a world where MEN are an endangered species… where men are treated like we’re BAD and WRONG.

The next few months were a rush of mind-bending revelations as everything I’d been tricked into believing about women and sex was shredded like a sacred cow in a wood chipper…

The idea that women don’t like sex …that a woman is doing you a “favor” when she sleeps with you…

I saw one simple statistic that blew that one out of the water…

In 1963 the population of the WORLD was 3,201,178,277

Today? It’s over 7 BILLION (and it’s headed for 10 Billion by 2050)… .

So, ask yourself, if women don’t like sex, how the heck did the population of the world DOUBLE in just 50 years?

Why did “50 Shades Of Grey” soak the panties of hundreds of millions of women around the world?

Why is the vibrator industry a $15,000,000 business?

Why is every “number one best seller” on the Amazon Kindle ANOTHER story about an “innocent” woman being “taken” and “ravished” by a strong man, again and again and again?

I’ll tell you right now, the answer is pretty easy…

It’s because, despite everything you’ve been told, women don’t “like” sex…
They LOVE it…

The truth is that most women walk around every day horny as hell…

Fantasizing about sex even more than us guys do… WAITING with baited breath for the right guy to come along and fulfill her dirty, delicious fantasies…

To open her to the connected, erotic pleasure she only dreams her body is capable of…

Only to go home every night to snuggle up to her vibrating “Rabbit” wondering if she’ll have a strong, respectful guy in her bed (and in her) ever again…

And I know what you’re wondering right now, because I used to wonder too…
If women are really THAT horny
(and trust me, they are)…
Why aren’t YOU knee-deep in eager, thrusting female flesh every single night?

And the answer is psychologically WEIRD and very important, so I need you to read closely…

It’s because no matter how dissatisfied a woman is with the devastating emasculation of men…

No matter how much she desperately wants to be seduced, romanced, ravished, made love to…

No matter how much she craves your strong hands on her… your teeth nibbling her throat… your weight on top of her…

She can never, ever admit it – not to you or any other man…
Why?
Three “confusing” but powerful reasons:
1. Women are terrified of rejection… even more than us guys are

(In fact, since most women never make the first move even ONE rejection could leave her catatonic and “giving up on great sex” for weeks or months.)

2. Women have been taught that only SLUTS want sweaty, passionate, animalistic sex with men.

And admitting what every cell in her body yearns for could destroy her reputation and could even ruin her life… if word gets around or it gets out on social media.

Fear of rejection and shame alone are enough to keep most women’s legs sealed closed with emotional super-glue.

And to make hot girls VERY careful about how they choose the men they sexually surrender themselves to…

Which brings us to the third reason (the most important of them all)…

3. To avoid rejection… to avoid being JUDGED… When it comes to sex and lust and connection and pure physical pleasure…
Women speak in a Secret CODE most men are biologically incapable of understanding…

A code where a certain tilt of the head means “I want you to take me”…

And where whispering the right “coded” words instantly lets her know she can share her deep sexuality with you…

And spread her legs almost like magic, with her smiling the whole time like it’s her idea (because it is and she’s so glad you figured it out.)

The fact is, knowing this “Secret Sexual Language” lets you tune in to a woman’s “Sexual Broadcast” and follow the signal back to carnal delights beyond even the most pornographic imagination.

Now, I didn’t discover this Language Of Lust by accident…

It was the Holy Grail at the end of a personal mission that took me years to complete as I learned and tested and tried again and again with dozens and dozens of amazing girls…

All while watching more and more guys who didn’t know this secret bathe in an endless stream of rejection and anger and shame…

Accomplishing my mission to learn the secrets of female lust was difficult and even painful…

After weeks of digging, I found a romance novel millionaire on a forum, called her up, and discovered the incredible “Primal Ravishment Fantasy” secretly carried around by “good girls” all over the world.

I went to Las Vegas and interviewed a straight professional male prostitute…

I was shocked at how out-of-shape and normal-looking he was…

But this fat little gigolo taught me the “Fort Knox Phrase” that had women ripping open their purses and PAYING to have sex with him while so many other guys can’t get laid to save their lives

I got five of my best female friends drunk and listened like my life depended on it…

As they went into EXQUISITE DETAIL about the many times they “dropped the good girl act”…

And gave a random dude the ride of his life (while forcing the “nice” guys they were dating to WAIT for weeks and weeks just to get half a hand job.)

What shocked me even more was when they told me about all the times they WANTED to go home with a guy…

And were devastated when he didn’t know the “Passion Password” which wouldlet her finally drop the act, cut loose and give in to her urgent sexual need.

I interviewed psychology professors, sat in on a women’s studies course, read SMUT written by women, learned “Linguistic Triggers” women refuse to ignore…