Even the experts will vouch for this. In fact, communication and body language counsellors opine that the basic components of eye behaviour are easy to master once a person knows how they work. So, if you want to ensure that you always use your eyes fluently and with dazzling effect, here are four simple steps you need to follow.
Can I have that.
Mr Karim. Source: Channel 7
women have a certain allure to them, a sultry exotic sex appeal. You just know that once you get them in private, they let loose. Hot, sexy A 26-year-old Australian woman who accused a Malaysia Airlines (MAS) chief steward of sexual assault earlier this month shared details of the incident on television last night, including snippets of a video recording she had taken during the flight from Kuala Lumpur to Paris. –
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; they’re sexually aroused by debate. This isn’t surprising. The adrenaline rush accompanying mild anger creates a response in the brain that is similar to sexual arousal. To use that rush to your advantage, avoid uttering the harsh words and accusations that turn a little fight into a big standoff. Don’t be cruel to each other. Instead, feel the erotic possibilities in the energy pulsing through your angry body. How to do it:
Once your man becomes aroused, don’t move on to intercourse. Your goal is to reach the peak using his unit as your personal sex toy. A few ways to do this: Get in the woman-on-top position, but instead of letting him enter you, slide up and down along his shaft. Or, lie side by side, take his penis in your hand, and stimulate your clitoris with the head. Then, when you’re on the brink of a big O, let him know…Your motions will have revved him up so much, he’ll be able to let go at the same time you do.
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“He’ll stop in the middle of a sentence and say, ‘Your skin glows when you’re angry’ or ‘Your nipples are hard under that shirt.’ It turns me on. The adrenaline is pumping, and so are the sex hormones. I like knowing I can completely break his concentration by putting my hands on my hips and thrusting my chest out.”
Mrs Robinson asked, easing sheer stockings off her shapely legs as the gauche young graduate goggled at her from the doorway. Inevitably, this wicked older woman who presumes to pursue and bed a man she desires, a younger man (what horrors will she perpetrate next!), has her comeuppance. She loses not just the boy she had become interested in but also the love and trust of her beloved daughter. But she deserved it, didn’t she? She was violating every stricture society has set up for older women. She was flaunting her still riveting sexuality when she should have retired in sackcloth and ashes to the shadows, where she now belonged. She no longer had the dewy beauty of the youthful, the only kind of oomph society allows (and abuses) but she had something more. She had smarts and the sensuality of a woman who has grown comfortable in her skin and knows how to use it to get what she wants. A go-getting woman in charge of her own sexuality?All that talk about first impression and lasting ones… well, that’s not all jazz you know. Whoever said it sure knew what they meant. And guess what, if you want to seduce someone, you’ve got to do more than just dress and speak the role, you have a secret yet powerful tool at easy disposal, your eyes. Making the right eye contact and giving the right signals via your eyes to the person you are interested in means about 50 per cent of your work done. The truth is that most of the communication that occurs between two people who are interested in each other is wordless, it’s all about the looks.
AN AUSTRALIAN woman has revealed shocking details of her alleged sexually assaulted on board a Malaysia Airlines flight earlier this month.
Laura Bushney, 26, told Seven’s Sunday Night yesterday that she was attacked twice by the chief steward Mohd Rosli Bin Ab Karim on flight MH20 from Kuala Lumpur to Paris, August 4.
She fought back tears as she recounted the alleged incident, also showed chilling footage taken from her phone on board.
Ms Bushney was sitting at the back of the plane in a row that was vacant except for a traveller six seats away. It was dark.
Three hours into the flight turbulence hit, scaring Ms Bushney. Moments later she claims that Mr Karim allegedly sat next to her to “comfort her”, blocking her exit.
Concerned, she secretly hit the record button on her phone. She says she was uncomfortable when he grabbed her hand so asked him to get her a drink so that he’d leave.
When he returned she claims he rubbed her legs and put them on his lap.
“He’s massaging my legs,” she can be heard saying in the recording. “I’m so scared, I just want to get off this plane.”
“He then started pushing his hand down, moving his hand down towards my belly button and I pushed his hand away and he was massaging my legs and I thought by pushing it away that I was telling him I didn’t want that to happen but I didn’t want to say it, I was just scared.”
She claims he digitally raped her.
Laura’s emotional interview with Sunday Night will air this weekend. Source: Channel 7
When asked why she didn’t scream for help, Ms Bushney said she froze: “I keep saying ‘why didn’t I scream, why didn’t I shout, why didn’t I stop it?’
“I’m a strong person because I can, I can do that, I know I can, but when I was in the moment I couldn’t. I felt so scared, so petrified.”
When he’d left to get her a drink Ms Bushney told a woman seated in front of her what had happened. That woman was Canadian traveller Sophie Lachance, who encouraged her to report what had happened.
“Somebody touched my arm … and I remember I woke up and I saw her face full of tears and she was sobbing really, really strong,” Ms Lachance said. “She told me that this man put his hand in her pants.”
Later on, Ms Bushney recorded a confrontation with Mr Karim, who can be seen pleading with her as she sobs. He said his “intentions were good” and that he was simply trying to comfort her.
“You did, you did, you did, don’t lie. It’s what you did,” she can be heard saying as she presses him about the alleged assault.
He can be heard pleading for a second chance and saying: “I am so sorry. I am so sorry ma’am”.
Upon landing at Paris’ Charles de Gaulle Airport, the steward — who is married with three daughters — was detained by police and two weeks later is still behind bars.
However, Karim denies the claims, saying Laura didn’t resist him.
The maximum penalty he faces if convicted is 15 years.
Laura says she is speaking out for first time about what happened because she feels let down by the actions of the airline. suddenly conscious of my Mrs Robinsonesque situation. My nearly-never-used seduction technique aside, we have a lot in common. I am, after all, 40. And my husband IS almost two years younger than me. A wholly unremarkable age gap had it been the other way round, it makes me a Cougar and him a Toy Boy in the myopic eyes of the world. A fact that doesn’t bother me in the least and the source of much hilarity in our home, but it got me thinking. Thinking that double standards like these were just the tip of the iceberg of all that was wrong with the world’s view of “older” women. I burned at the thought of the marginalisation and mistreatment. I blanched at the nasty names coined for us. While I haven’t been called anything worse than “Didi” (I wait with bated breath for my first “Aunty”), there’s hag, old bat, prune, old bag, crone…and then there’s witch.I don’t mind being called a “witch” (I call myself that, you might’ve noticed). There are, after all, witches and then, there are sexy, sassy, clever witches. But the latter is a very modern take on an ancient insult you would only hurl at a woman you wanted dead. A few centuries ago, that epithet could have been used to fell any one of us quick-witted and comely 40-somethings. And not just us, but our baby sisters in their thirties. Back then, we were all dispensable past the first flush of youth. And if we had minds we were prepared to speak, we were ripe for burning. My outspokenness would have surely singled me out for the stake. A shiver ran down my spine as the sun suddenly dipped behind clouds gathering on the horizon.
We’ve all been brought up on testimonials to the wickedness of witches. Most fairy tales have the older, wiser (and frankly, sexier) woman as the regulatory witch, with a virginal younger woman as her witless victim and a man, any man (from woolly woodcutters, to slightly suspect dwarves to blue-blooded necrophiliacs) as the ingénue’s only hope. Young women are NOT witless (and rarely virginal, you schmucks) and older women, far from wicked. But our patriarchally sanctioned children’s stories teach us that when women are powerful, skilful and “wilful”, as older women often are, all hell breaks loose. Those wily witches wreak all manner of havoc, specialising in the murder of innocents. But now the truth is finally out. In Disney’s latest extravaganza, we discover the much-maligned Maleficent wasn’t, in fact, the worst party pooper of all time; she was a horribly wronged woman trying to get her own back on Sleeping Beauty’s hitherto whiter-than-white scumbag dad.
In the real world, an estimated 9 million “witches” were burnt, drowned, maimed and tortured for daring to flout convention in 14th to 17th century Europe. 17th century America picked up where Europe left off and the hysteria surrounding witches led to the stomach-turning Salem Witch Trials. What was the deal with witch-hunts, you may well ask. Their heinous crimes against society ranged from questioning patriarchal dictates, using their healing skills, and childlessness. Past childbearing age, they were able to wrest control of their bodies back from their male-dominated communities. Not just their bodies, they regained control of their minds too, and of their destinies. They became healers, growers and dispensers of natural medicine, carers for their community. People went to them for help. They listened to what these women had to say. Soon, outraged, frightened, pompous men everywhere were scrambling to find a solution to this abomination. They decided to cast these women as sorceresses and their healing powers as Satanic. They then had them destroyed. That solution is now called Gendercide. Gendercide, of course, touches women of all ages with its slimy fingers. Its bag of tricks include female infanticide, honour killings, dowry deaths, and other horrors. But no woman is feared as much as the combative older woman. So, in much of the world, their mistreatment continues. In lady lovin’ Saudi Arabia, witchery is still punishable with death. And in our own chand ka tukda India, witch-hunts, usually presided over by the previously mentioned Khap Panchayats, have claimed the lives of 2,500 generally older women between 1995 and 2009. Women, witches, wicked, whotsitmatter; they all begin with “w”. And wubbish. OK, that doesn’t start with “w” but it means expendable. Like women past a certain age.
The wicked witches of the west are no longer for burning. They are for side-lining. When sharp, charismatic, 55 year old BBC anchor, Moira Stuart, was forced to bow out, 64 year old John Humphrys of “Mastermind” said, “there do seem to be remarkably few women with a few lines on their faces presenting on television compared to the wrinkled men” So Aunty, as the Beeb is affectionately known, doesn’t, in fact, care for aunties. The moment its women presenters notch up a half a century in years and half a dozen wrinkles, they are given the old heave-ho, while their male counterparts carry on. And on, and on, and on. Till they are so decrepit and stupefied you can’t tell them apart from the furniture. It’s worse in the US. Women are dropped from networks as soon they hit an age when they’d rather complain about their bosses’ sexist jokes than giggle placatingly. Which could be 23. In films, doddering septuagenarian Harrison Ford continues to get macho, main roles when still-lissome, 15 years younger Michelle Pfeiffer has been put out to pasture. Bollywood’s ageist-sexism track record is dodgier still. While most 40-something actresses are reduced to playing “Maaaa” (often to 40-something men), 48 year old Salman Khan continues to woo debutantes on screen (and off, I hear). In the real world of completely skewhiff standards, ageing, balding, pot-bellied men trade in their much hotter wives for flouncy young arm adornments, even as their former partners are urged to give up on life and love, and retire to nunneries. Sorry, that was Henry VIII and his first queen, Katherine, in the 16th century.
But hey, not much has changed.
There is a strange dissonance about this. Patriarchal societies start denying a woman’s sexuality and sex appeal just as she reaches her prime and blossoms into something better than fluffy, something close to magnificent. Women are said to hit their sexual peak in their mid to late thirties, when the business of child bearing is often done. Then they understand their bodies, know what they want done to them and after years of labouring under someone chosen for them, want to pick their own lovers too. And gosh, doesn’t that freak us out? All that oomph bouncing off the walls but none of it for the taking. Reserved for the man SHE desires, for a change. How very selfish. So they turn the tables on her by declaring her ugly, used-up, shrivelled. Her self-assured sexuality is lampooned as comically predatory. She is made the butt of jokes, a figure of ridicule. “Mutton dressed as lamb” if she steps out in something other than a tent, flaunting her better-now-it’s-fuller figure.
“Cougar” if she takes lovers when she should only have cake. And “Mrs Robinson”, if they happen to be younger (whattodo, only young men can keep up).
The truth is she is less mutton and more MILF. All my mature female friends dazzle, where they once just twinkled. Think Nicole Kidman in “Days of Thunder” and then in “Australia” and you’ll know what I mean. If Nic don’t convince you, consider Kylie Minogue, Cameron Diaz, Halle Berry and Cate Blanchett. Even I, at best plain, turn more heads than I did before. Coming home in a taxi after an evening with friends, my 22 year old cabbie of South Asian origin started flirting. To shut him up, I told him I was 40. He nearly crashed his car. “Really?” he squeaked unhappily. “But you are far too hot to be an Auntyji”. Oh my poor boy, I almost said, 40-something women (and 5th decaders too) are supposed to be attractive! It’s a myth that we are gnarled and grouchy. But our sizzle has little to do with looks.
Because there’s no doubt there’s extra padding, silvery streaks and a grid’s worth of lines where there wasn’t before. What we have instead is the confidence that comes with knowing who we are and what we want from life. The determination to. Never. Be. Pushed. Around. Again. The bliss of glasses that are always half-full. Of our poison of choice and NOT what we’ve been told good girls oughta have. Oh, the joy of being a full-fledged, full-figured 40 year old woman at last!
“Would you like me to seduce you?” I ask my Toy Boy. My husband. NOT the taxi driver. “Yes Ma’am” he grins and herds the kids in for a spot of telly. I sashay in after him, feeling rather sure of the sexy, sassy, clever witch that I am. When a little voice pipes up in my head, “But will you love me, will you need me when I’m 64?”
The world may have postponed cronehood for us women, it hasn’t cancelled it.
Malaysian Airlines was in serious financial trouble even before the twin disasters of MH370 and MH17 claimed the lives of 537 people. Source: Flickr
Malaysia Airlines has confirmed that the allegations were made, and has vowed to assist French authorities in their investigation, adding “the safety, comfort and wellbeing of our passengers is always our highest priority”.
“Malaysia Airlines expects and accepts nothing short of the highest standards of conduct from its crew and takes any such allegations very seriously,” it said.
Sexual assaults on planes are rare, but they do occur and can be difficult to investigate. In February Carlos Vasquez was sentenced to three years probation and fined $3000 for molesting a 15-year-old girl who sat next to him on a flight from Houston to Washington, US. She pretended to be asleep during the ordeal.
A month earlier passenger Bawer Aksal was sentenced to eight years in jail for sexually assaulting a woman on a United Airlines flight from Phoenix to Newark, US. The victim told the court: “I will never be the same person I once was”.
Last September an Indian man was sentenced to nine months jail for a mile-high sex attack,
Mile-high crimes usually occur on overnight flights, FBI Supervisory Special Agent Drew Ptasienski told US news site NBC News 41.
“The crew isn’t walking around (as much),” Ptasienski said. “It’s a crime of opportunity.”
The allegations comes as Malaysia Airlines continues to battle for survival following recent tragedies. Flight MH370 disappeared mysteriously in March with 239 people aboard, en route from Kuala Lumpur to Beijing. No trace has been found and the airline was widely criticised for its handling of the crisis. On July 17, MH17 was shot down over Ukraine, with 298 people killed.
The airline is in deep financial trouble, with predictions it’s burning through its cash reserves at a rate of around $2.16 million per day, and bookings continue to slide.
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