Stop Waiting to Be Ravished: Your Pleasure Is a To-Do List Item, Not a Lottery Ticket

Ladies, the time is now.

For generations, women have climbed into bed like spiritual pilgrims—eyes closed, candles lit, praying that maybe tonight will be the night he finally locates the mythical “spot.” You’ve whispered encouragements to the universe: “Please let him know what he’s doing.” And then, ten minutes later, you’re mentally making a grocery list while he collapses like a fallen oak beside you.

Those days are done.

We’re not in the era of accidental orgasms anymore. We are in the age of intentional pleasure.

The New Rule: If You Don’t Ask, You Don’t Receive

Here’s the uncomfortable truth: most men genuinely want to please you. They’re just... under-informed. Like a tourist holding a map upside down, they think they’re heading toward the promised land but end up somewhere near your left kneecap.

It’s not malice—it’s lack of direction. And that’s where you come in.

Your pleasure is not his puzzle to solve—it’s a collaboration. A duet. A shared adventure with a clear destination. The modern woman should no longer sit quietly, hoping he reads the Morse code of her sighs. Women today must speak up. She takes his face in her hands and says (lovingly, but firmly):

“No, sweetheart. A little lower. Slower. Right there. Don’t stop.”

That’s not bossy—that’s leadership.

Life Is Short. Orgasms Shouldn’t Be.

Let’s do the math. Say you live to 85. That’s roughly 30,000 nights in bed. Now ask yourself—how many of those do you want to spend pretending you’re having a transcendent experience while your soul quietly scrolls Instagram in the background?

You only get so many partners in this life. Why waste time auditioning men who don’t know the script?

Find the one who studies you. Who treats your body like sacred literature, not a pop quiz. The one who gets that sex isn’t a race—it’s a conversation where your body gets the final word.

When you find that man, you’ll know. You’ll feel it in the butterflies that take flight every time he looks at you and you know for sure he’s ready to devour you.

The Pleasure Manifesto

So here’s my challenge to every woman reading this:

Stop waiting for good sex to find you.

Stop hoping someone else will awaken your body’s potential.

Start interviewing lovers the way CEOs hire executives—only those who demonstrate skill, emotional intelligence, and a willingness to receive feedback get a second round.

Make your pleasure a non-negotiable. A birthright. A divine demand. No more of that “but he has so many good qualities” nonsense. Is he able & willing to satisfy you sexually? If the answer is no— move on.

Because a life half-lived is tragedy—but a life half-pleasured? That’s simply unacceptable.

When a woman knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it, the world rearranges itself around her. Her energy changes. Her lovers rise to meet her. And she stops being a passenger in her own body—she becomes the driver, destination: ecstasy.

So climb into bed tonight, not as a hopeful romantic, but as the CEO of your own pleasure.

And if he doesn’t know how to make magic between your legs?

Kindly hand him a map—or show him the door.

-YoniMaster Rick