You haven’t really hit the spot unless her thighs start trembling, bends her toes and drools a little bit while her iris dilates all because she can’t stop screaming ‘I am on my way’ (let’s use that phrase in this instance for reader discretion).

While there are many ways a woman can reach orgasm, there is one way to make her climax.. and that’s what I intend to take you through in this article.

First consider your quarry. Whether it be a night at The Maslow or simply remembering to pay the bloody parking metre – do it. But if it’s too late for such niceties and you are mid-way through, suddenly realizing your trajectories may no longer be in sync, what then?

The sure-fire option is to address her clitoris: by changing your thrusting motion so your pelvis grinds into her, or by slowing down (crucial, this) such that you can accurately use your thumb. (This same attention to detail goes for nipple pinching, spanking, or a wet finger pressing up against her behind. Flailing attempts are beneath you – do it well or not at all.)

Say you’re in an acrobatic position where the above are not possible, temper your pace. When she’s close, unless she’s into the female equivalent of the vinegar strokes – the super-sensory zone in which she’s writhing and begging and bucking beneath you, in which case change nothing – it may well be you can find a measured, deep tempo which you can maintain a while and yet will drive her wild.

Equally, you may wish to cease any kind of action at all, and for example tease merely the very opening of her sex (where the most nerve endings are) with the tip of your shaft. Killer.

Or, revert to her mind. Tell her how turned on you are, how furnace hot she is, how she is your sun and stars, how she’s a filthy piece who is undeserving of your royal manhood. That kind of thing.

Lastly, think about introducing some contrasting sensation: during wild, hard sex, pause to murmur your lips on the nape of her neck; during gloriously intimate missionary, clasp her buttocks firmly, so she feels the point of your nails. My pleasure.

This article originally appeared on GQ Australia but later modified by Tebogo Nkabinde

Main Image: Huff Post