How To Make Your Man Feel Like a KING – The Skill That Made Him Forget Any Other Woman Even Exists

I’ll never forget the look on his face.

Not because it was some big romantic moment, but because it wasn’t.

That night, in bed, I was going down on him like I’d done a dozen times before. 

I thought I was doing fine—I even threw in a few things I’d picked up from a YouTube video (not that they ever show anything actually useful).

I looked up at him for a second, hoping to see that glazed-over, pleasure-drunk look that tells you he’s really feeling it.

But instead… he looked bored. Like, literally bored.

He wasn’t grimacing or pulling away or anything that obvious.

But it was that blank, distant look—like his brain had left the building.

A polite moan here and there, a half-hearted hand on my head, and then… nothing. 

No deep breath, no trembling, no begging for more. Just going through the motions. I remember pulling away and laughing awkwardly, trying to play it cool. “You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling too quickly. “That felt great.”

It was the kind of “great” you say when someone hands you a soggy sandwich at work and asks if you like it.

He was faking it. Not the orgasm—that part still happened eventually—but the pleasure. The actual feeling. The intensity.

And once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it. I started replaying other moments in my head… the times he had complimented me in this weird, detached tone, or offered to “switch it up” after just a minute or two.

At the time, I chalked it up to him being tired or stressed. But now it felt more like… avoidance.

And the truth is, I always kind of knew.

I’ve never felt fully confident giving head. I mean, I’ve done it, sure.

I’ve read the little listicles, watched the porn (which honestly made me feel worse), even asked one or two girlfriends for tips.

But I still always felt like I was guessing. Like there was some secret manual other women had access to and I was just blindly hoping for applause.

Worse, I’d hyped myself up to believe that as long as he finished, that meant I was doing fine. That orgasm = success. But that night showed me how wrong I’d been.

Men can finish without feeling anything. They can get off while mentally planning their grocery list. And I realized that if I didn’t figure out how to actually reach him—not just physically, but emotionally—I might be losing more than just his attention in bed.

I might be losing him.

When the Sex Stops Feeling Safe

After that night, something shifted. Not just in our sex life—though yeah, that too—but in me.

I started noticing things I hadn’t let myself pay attention to before. Like how quickly he pulled away afterward. Or how rarely he initiated anymore. Or the way his compliments felt more like autopilot than desire.

And then the spiral started.

I found myself lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he was comparing me to women he’d been with before.

Was I the “safe” choice? The one he loved but wasn’t actually turned on by? The one you settle down with, but fantasize about someone else when you're alone in the shower?

The worst part is, I knew he watched porn.

I’d seen it on his phone once and pretended not to care. But now it ate at me.

Was that what he really wanted? Some girl on a screen doing things I didn’t know how to do, making faces I couldn’t fake, doing things I’d never even thought to try?

I wanted to ask him. I did ask him, once. Tentatively. “Do you… like the way I do it? Like, really?”

He looked at me like I’d just asked if he loved our dog. “Of course I do. Why would you even ask that?”

There it was. That sharp, over-reassuring tone that made my stomach twist.

It wasn’t the words. It was the speed. The tone. The way his eyes darted away as he said it.

It felt like he was trying to shut the conversation down as quickly as possible—before something uncomfortable slipped out.

So I did what any modern woman in a quiet panic does. I started Googling.

At first it was just idle curiosity—like “how do you know if a guy is faking enjoying a blowjob?” But then I found forums. Threads. Confessions. And one statistic that basically hollowed me out:

90% of men have lied about enjoying a blowjob to avoid hurting someone’s feelings.

Ninety. Percent.

And the more I read, the worse it got. There were men admitting that they regularly faked enthusiasm, faked moans, even faked orgasms (which I didn’t even know was a thing), just to avoid “the talk.” I read one post from a guy who said, “She thinks she’s amazing at it… I just want it to be over as fast as possible.”

I felt sick. Humiliated.

What if I was her?

What if I had no idea how far off I really was?

It stopped being about just sex. Suddenly I was questioning everything—my attractiveness, my femininity, whether he was still into me or just… stuck with me. I tried to shake it off.

I told myself I was overthinking. But the truth is, when something that intimate starts to feel performative, you can’t un-feel it.

And I couldn’t stop wondering: if I wasn’t doing that right… what else was I getting wrong?

I Wasn’t Looking for a Solution. I Was Just Desperate.

It happened at 1:47am on a Tuesday. I know because I checked the time later when I was trying to figure out what the hell I’d just bought.

I was three pages deep into a Reddit rabbit hole—some mix of “r/sex” and “r/relationships” and god knows what else—reading post after post written by women asking the exact same question I was too embarrassed to type into Google again:

“How do I know if I’m actually good at giving head?”

Buried between the usual bad advice (“just use more eye contact!”) and the casual misogyny, I saw a comment that stopped me. It was a woman responding to another who was in full breakdown mode over her boyfriend’s disinterest in oral. The comment said:

“Honestly… buy Blowjobs of Desire. Changed everything for me. Not just technique, but mindset. Dude who wrote it is kind of an asshole—but in a weirdly helpful way.”

I rolled my eyes. Blowjobs of Desire? I mean, seriously. It sounded like one of those scammy “be the best lover he’s ever had!” eBooks you see advertised next to fake celebrity gossip. And a guy wrote it? A man telling women how to give better blowjobs? Spare me.

But the replies under that comment were unexpectedly sincere. Women saying things like, “I thought I knew what I was doing before… turns out I didn’t” and “my boyfriend literally looked at me differently afterward.” I clicked the link, half expecting it to take me to some shady website covered in pop-ups.

Instead, it brought me to this no-frills page written by a guy named Luke Thompson, who called himself (and I’m quoting directly here) a “male slut.”

No clinical jargon. No woo-woo sexual empowerment talk. Just this brutally direct voice, basically saying:

“Here’s what men actually want. Here’s why most women don’t know it. And here’s how to blow his mind so hard he can’t stop thinking about you.”

Part of me hated how blunt it was. The other part of me couldn’t stop reading.

It wasn’t packaged in the usual “queens, reclaim your power!” tone. It was messy. Raw. A little gross, even. But also kind of… honest?

Like, painfully honest. The kind of stuff guys probably only admit to each other, if ever.

I sat there staring at the page for like twenty minutes. Embarrassed that I was even considering buying a book with a title like Blowjobs of Desire. What kind of woman does that?

Apparently… the kind who’s tired of pretending she knows what she’s doing.

The kind who’s sick of doubting herself.

The kind who wants to stop guessing and start actually knowing what turns her man on.

So yeah. I bought it. Cleared my browser history immediately afterward.

And what happened next still kind of blows my mind.

I Was Expecting Cringe. What I Got Was… Clarity?

I’ll be honest—I didn’t expect to actually read the whole thing.

After I downloaded Blowjobs of Desire, I planned to skim through it for five minutes, roll my eyes, and go to bed feeling like at least I tried something. I even cleared my browser history, just in case. (Because let’s face it: if I died in my sleep, I didn’t want that being the last open tab.)

But the second I opened the book… something was different.

It wasn’t written like a polished “expert” trying to sound impressive. It wasn’t sugarcoated. It wasn’t even particularly polite. It was just this guy—Luke—speaking like he was ranting to a close friend after two drinks too many. Blunt, graphic, borderline offensive in parts… but impossible to look away from.

And then it got weirder: I found myself nodding along. Actually learning.

He didn’t just talk about technique—although there’s plenty of that, and some of it is wildly specific (like I had to reread a few parts just to make sure I understood where the hand was supposed to go)—but what really hit me was how much of it was emotional.

Not emotional in the “make love to his soul” kind of way.

Emotional in the biological sense. Primal. Like, what’s actually happening in a man’s brain when certain things are done to him.

Why some touches trigger automatic arousal, or why certain sounds from a woman can short-circuit his ability to think.

I’d never thought about it like that.

I’d always assumed blowjobs were physical acts—mechanical, even. Like a skill to be refined, sure, but not something that changed the way a man feels about you.

But this book made a bold, kind of disturbing claim:

“When you give a man a truly unforgettable blowjob, you don’t just make him feel good—you leave a permanent imprint on how he sees you.”

At first, I wasn’t sure how much I believed it. It sounded a little dramatic, like something out of a bad romance novel.

But as I kept reading, things started to click. Luke explained why mediocre oral—while still technically “fine”—doesn’t stick in a man’s memory.

Why most women are so focused on not doing it wrong that they never think about doing it right in a way that makes him feel completely, viscerally wanted.

That part got to me. Because I did want him to feel that way. I just didn’t know how.

So I decided to try a few things. Nothing crazy—just two of the simpler techniques from the book that didn’t feel too outside my comfort zone. I figured if he didn’t notice, fine. No harm done. But if he did… maybe this whole thing wasn’t so ridiculous after all.

I had no idea what I was about to set in motion.

I Saw the Change in His Eyes Before He Even Said a Word

The first time I tried it, my hands were shaking.

I had bookmarked a few sections from Blowjobs of Desire, reread them more times than I want to admit, and picked two small things to focus on—nothing extreme, just subtle shifts in how I used my mouth and hands, plus a very specific move Luke described that honestly felt a little weird at first.

I wasn’t expecting magic. At most, I thought maybe he’d moan a little louder or seem more into it. But I was still bracing for the usual polite “that was nice” reaction.

Instead, what I got was…

Something else entirely.

The second I did what the book described—no buildup, just jumped in with this one specific thing—his body jerked. Like, visibly. He let out this raw, guttural moan I’d never heard before. Not performative, not polite. This was involuntary. Animal.

And then I saw it.

He grabbed the sheets. His breathing got erratic. He actually started to tremble a little. At one point, he looked down at me with this mix of confusion and hunger, like he couldn’t believe what was happening.

And when it was over, he just lay there. Speechless. Staring at the ceiling like he’d had a religious experience.

Then came the compliments. But not the usual vague “that was great.” He kept touching me, pulling me in, asking “where did you learn that?” with this half-laugh, half-awe in his voice. And the way he looked at me—like he was seeing me for the first time, but also like he wanted to devour me—was something I’ll never forget.

It wasn’t just about the orgasm. Something had changed.

Over the next few days, I kept testing new things from the book—layering them in bit by bit. And every single time, the results were undeniable. His reactions grew more intense, more vocal, more… desperate, in the best possible way.

But what really shocked me wasn’t just what happened during sex.

It was how he started acting outside the bedroom.

More affectionate. More attentive. More present. He started texting me random compliments again—something he hadn’t done in months.

He’d reach for my hand when we were walking, pull me close when we watched TV, even started helping more around the house without me asking. And during sex? He treated me like a goddess.

It was like I’d unlocked something. Not just in him—but in us.

And I couldn’t stop thinking: all this… from just changing how I used my mouth?

It sounded insane. But it was real. And it was only just beginning.

If I’m Being Honest, I Wish I Had Found This Sooner

Looking back, I feel a mix of emotions. Relief, mostly—but also a weird kind of grief.

Because I wasted so much time doubting myself.

So many nights spiraling over things I didn’t know how to fix. So many fake reassurances from my boyfriend, so much effort spent trying to “seem confident” when inside, I was just hoping I wasn’t screwing things up.

And the sad part?

I really believed “good enough” was enough.

I figured as long as he came, and didn’t complain, I was doing fine. I didn’t realize how low that bar was—or how much more was possible, not just physically, but emotionally, when you actually understand what makes a man feel something during sex.

This book didn’t magically solve my life. It didn’t fix every insecurity or suddenly make me a sex goddess 24/7. But what it did do was flip a switch I didn’t know existed.

It made me realize how disconnected I’d been from this part of myself. From my own power, honestly. Because that’s what it is—power. When you know how to push the right buttons, say the right things, move in the right ways… you don’t just give pleasure. You create obsession. You make him feel things he didn’t even know he craved.

And yeah, I felt weird buying it. At first. I didn’t tell anyone. It felt almost taboo—like I was admitting failure by seeking out help for something women are just supposed to “know” how to do.

But now?

I’d recommend it to any woman who’s ever had that gnawing feeling in her gut that something’s off.

Any woman who’s ever wondered if her man is actually satisfied—or just too polite to tell the truth.

Any woman who’s tired of feeling unsure, or disconnected, or just plain bored.

Because once you understand what’s really going on in his head… everything changes.

And honestly? I wish someone had told me all this years ago.

No, I Don’t Know the Guy. And No, I’m Not Getting Paid to Say This.

Just to be clear—I have zero connection to the man who wrote Blowjobs of Desire. I don’t know him, I’ve never messaged him, and I’m not getting a single cent from writing this.

In fact, part of me still feels kind of embarrassed that I bought it in the first place. But I also feel… angry.

Not at him—but at the fact that no one teaches us this stuff. That we’re just expected to “figure it out,” and if we struggle, we blame ourselves or think we’re broken or not sexy enough.

Someone should’ve told me this years ago.

Because no matter how good your relationship is—or how long you’ve been together—there’s a difference between being loved and being craved. And the minute you feel the shift from one to the other, you’ll know exactly what I mean.

So if you’re even a little bit curious…

If you’ve ever had that quiet, uncomfortable suspicion that maybe he’s just being nice…

Or if you’re simply ready to stop guessing and finally know what really turns men on—emotionally, biologically, everything…

Then yeah. Check it out. Just be warned: it’s brutally honest. And it might bruise your ego a little before it empowers you completely.

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Do with it what you want.

But I’ll just say this: I’m really, really glad I clicked.