Hannah Moore

5 days ago | coupletherapist.medium.com | Hannah Moore

Never hear “not tonight” again. There’s something you need to understand about women. It’s not the hands that make her weak — it’s the words. You can touch her clit, sure. You can slide inside her body, fine. But if you want to own her mind, make her wet from a whisper, turn her into your good girl gone filthy, it starts with what you say. Not just during sex, but before it. In the kitchen. In public.

5 days ago | coupletherapist.medium.com | Hannah Moore

Most men shove. Jab. Rush. Don’t be like most men. You want to know how to finger a woman? Really finger her? Then stop thinking it starts at the pussy. It starts with her mind. Because when a woman gives you her panties — soaked, desperate, already sliding down her thighs — she’s not just turned on. She’s surrendering. And if you want to earn that surrender, your fingers need to be smarter than your dick. Slow. Curious. Worshipful.

5 days ago | coupletherapist.medium.com | Hannah Moore

Then Thanks You With Her Mouth FullThere’s something you need to understand about pussy — and no one’s told you this straight, so I will. She doesn’t want to just cum. She wants to let go. She wants to explode into a thousand messy pieces, shaking, gasping, dripping onto your fingers, with tears in her eyes and your name in her mouth. And if that’s not what she’s getting… then you, my love, are leaving everything on the table.

5 days ago | coupletherapist.medium.com | Hannah Moore

And Fuck Her Like She’s Your Dirty Little SlutThere’s a moment that rewires something in a woman’s body. It’s not when you kiss her. Not when you slide inside. It’s when you grab her panties, pull them down slow — or rip them off fast — and claim her like you know she’s already yours. That single act? It decides everything. Whether she melts or goes dry. Whether she whispers “fuck me” or checks her phone. You think women don’t notice how you do it? We feel it. In our thighs. In our hearts.

5 days ago | coupletherapist.medium.com | Hannah Moore

And Make Her Beg You to Never StopThe first time I came just from oral, I cried. Not because it hurt — but because I didn’t know pleasure like that was even possible. His mouth wasn’t in a rush. His tongue didn’t dart around like it was hunting for a button to press. No — he buried his face between my legs like it was a homecoming. He tasted me slowly, like every drop of my arousal mattered. He didn’t just eat my pussy — he worshipped my clit. And for the first time, I didn’t feel like a performance.