Hmmmm, no you havn't, cause if you did then you'd know it wasn't about seduction.
So there you were, at the end of a sarge, purposefully crafting your evening by saturating your senses with the many different exquisite flavours of woman available until finally you come upon one who has the sexual energetic consistency of treacle. You establish your value, laugh with her, create an atmosphere of safety and honour her with the gift of your presence by seeing her for who she really is. Now, as is law, nature must reward you for your efforts. You have been deemed worthy of the trust for her to open herself to you. Now she wants to fuck.
At this point you may want to ask yourself, "How can I give this pussy cat a sexual experience that she will cherish for the rest of her life," and as you stare in to the depthless innocence behind her eyes you see the empty canvass that will bare your command....
...because you've actually read Hyper Emperia! A grimoire concerning the application of neuro linguistic technique to the sexual act. Time distortion, amping her senses, matching sensations, expanding her neurology, stacking orgasms and guiding her experience in general.
Business as usual for some