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If You’re A Man Who Wants To Remain A King In The Bedroom, Who Wants More Testosterone, And More Vigor Between The Sheets While Sporting A Ripped, Vascular Body In Only 16 Minutes Per Week… Keep Reading.
I would just hate for you to fall into the same feminizing-trap that millions of men fall into on a yearly basis…
Again, this testosterone-pumping trick is simple to use and takes 16 minutes per week. And if you’re thinking this is some type of basic interval training program, please think again.
It dates back over 10,000+ years and was enjoyed unintentionally by our ancient ancestors. The real paleo hunters of their day.
Now, I know this might seem kind of out there and far fetched…
Yet, hear me out, lean in and open your mind. I’d just hate for you to be one of the 7.4 million men in this country who are slowly feminizing themselves inside and out. Especially if you want to build the head turning physique you deserve with more testosterone than a UFC fighter about to step in the ring.
But first, I feel the need to let you in on how this 26-year old newlywed almost lost it all. I know what you may be thinking…How the heck did running kill your marriage and ruin your physique? Sounds crazy? Maybe…However, I would hate for you to make the same mistakes I did.
It’s still so fresh in our minds. My wife and I were in the non-stop love-making phase of our marriage. Didn’t matter the time of day, I was ready for action.
Until one day, 2 weeks into my half-marathon training, my exciting sex life hit a brick wall. Why? How? A complete “malfunction” on my end of the bed…
One incident became two… two became three… three became four… My best buddy was down for the count and I was freaking out.
And when I did “get it up,” sex was more of a hurry than a pleasure. It felt like a job, like I was pretending. I eventually stopped trying. I hated every minute of it because the embarrassment was too much… I felt smaller than an ant. Not worthy to be called a man.
Here I Was, A 26-year Old Newlywed With A Lifetime Of Marriage Down The Road and I Couldn’t Do The Deed.
I was just left there, holding myself in my hand with barely a clue how to fix things. It’s like my body lost the operator’s manual. Then the questions started flying through my head…