I turned towards her as she beamed. We locked eyes, all I could see was her femininity, all I could feel was her lips, which In my head, were already wrapped around the cusp of my penis. She was fucking magic!
A petite short haired blonde beauty, curvy and expressive, vibrant and unchained, playful and sexy. She donned a small flowery playsuit with bright red lipstick seductively rolled along her amazingly plump lips. Her look was raw. I wanted her, every last piece of her.
I picked up on all of this within the first 3 seconds of seeing her approach my bar where I was working. This is animal instinct at its purest form making the decisions. I am allowing it to take over and call the shots. I am learning to trust it more and more in every case. It can be scary at times to leave it take over, but in its history, it has never steered me wrong. I wanted to eat her!(but not in a Ted Bundy way)
A quick side note; This night in particular I was absolutely wrecked tired, and feeling quite unequipped to deal with people in general. I am very introverted and internal, which in many ways, makes for much more powerful seductions. If you are introverted, own it, do NOT attempt to change who you are for anybody. Likewise if you are the opposite. Be you.
By the time she had reached the bar counter with her 2 friends and a few family members, she was smiling ear to ear, she knew it was on, we both felt it. I bombarded her with my lust for her and in a split second she accepted.
It is an incredible phenomena to me that I don’t think I will ever understand. The power of polarizing, and the effect it has on the opposite. Here this girl was, strong and confident, acting how she is used to acting. She had an aura of “in-charge” about her. The second I let my desire for her hit, she was instantly given the permission to become the whole feminine. I was the lion, and she was the swooning blushing, fidgeting, and overwhelmed damsel. Women WANT our unapologetic sexual energy. They want to feel the effect they are having on us, because this is how they feel truly special and truly loved as an entity. Simply telling a woman they are beautiful is NOTHING compared to FEELING how beautiful she is, and allowing yourself to lose your shit in that moment. If you lose your shit without attempting to hide it…this is the key! It says so many things, profound things about the type of man you are, but most importantly, that you are authentic, and you have a deep comfort with who you are as a man. Be vulnerable, its intoxicating.
“Can I have a Vodka Lemon please”, she said as she blushed uncontrollably. I held her gaze, penetrating her, for another 2 seconds, combined with a smirk, until she looked down to the side giggling, dispersing the sexual tension we were both sitting in. I eventually spoke, first I put my hand on top of hers and then leant in to her ear, “I don’t even know what you have said to me, all I can see is your lips”…again she responds with blushing and giggling, while she enters even further into playful shy little girl mode. She raised her head again, and with a seductive squeeze on my hand(which says to me “keep going, this is amazing”), she repeats “Can I have a vodka lemon please”. Immediately I shift into seduction mode, with my body language and voice tone clicking into an energetic frequency that makes my penis start to tingle. I respond in a slow, deep and seductive tone “and what else do you like”, once again holding pressure with intense eye contact.
You know you are turning a girl on when her mother starts blushing for her!
After this, nothing fancy is needed. I simply spoke to her in a normal way with sexual intent and undertones, remaining sensual at every opportunity. I got to know her, what she did, what she liked etc. A NORMAL conversation. I never feel the need to try hard to impress or do any fancy techniques, because I already assume it’s on. This conversation is simply filler, the middle part, before we are intimately consuming each other in the only way that’s natural.
After about 20 minutes, I ushered her in a certain and self assured way to come to the entrance point of my bar, not with words, just with my finger. Locking eyes hard and seductively she got up smiling a very slowly strut towards me, the closer she got the harder my dick became. She got to me and I held her by the waste and pulled her in, I said “You know for the past 20 minutes all iv wanted to do is kiss you, look at what you’ve done to me”, at this point I gently took her hand and slowly moved in down to my erect penis pressing out of my jeans. She grabbed it and let out the sexiest little gasp. I asked her was she a good kisser, face to face, she said maybe.
We kissed.
It was intense.
She waited for me to finish work, abandoning her friends and family.
She came home with me. Easily. Without question. Because she saw my authentic self. I let her in. Why would she not?
She shared something with me later that night as we lay naked and exhausted. She said that this is something she has never done before. When I asked her what made her come home with me she said: “Its because you didn’t ask me to come home with you. You gave me the option. You said you can either come with me or not, there is no pressure, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but I would love you to”
She said that she loved this. It displayed non-neediness on my part. It says I don’t need you, but I want you. I was also not aggressively pushy, but respectful of her boundaries while STILL taking constant action.
We shared 4 hours of some of the most amazing sex I’ve ever had….why?
Because I allowed myself to be vulnerable…I let my instinct take control….I let myself be scared…and I connected as deeply as possible to another human being. I gave her an amazing experience, an amazing taste of sexuality, love and life. She gave me the same, and I learned so much from our brief encounter, I am forever grateful for her trust in me as a man.
Magic!
Expect Nothing – Give Everything:
First, I locked eyes with her…where my desire was instantly telegraphed through my entire presence, through my entire desire, which I had allowed take over. My instinct was in the driver’s seat. She’s mine. Every last piece of her!
Expecting Nothing…Giving Everything:
Last Minute Sexual Resistance.
I left my friends place, with an overwhelming headache, and generally feeling terrible. “I must be coming down with something” I thought.
As I stood outside on the busy pedestrian street, I needed to catch my balance a bit, I was feeling very lightheaded.
As I took a phone call, I glanced to the right, where I saw an absolutely adorable girl, standing there, looking incredibly bored. I judged this immediately by the unimpressed look on her face, how she was standing, her arms folded. Maybe she was leaning towards being a tad bit angry, or frustrated.
I hung up the call, took a breath to become somewhat aware of my currently wobbly energetic core, allowed myself to imagine her naked, on top of me, slowly riding me up and down, in a controlled a sexy manner. This was all I needed. I had clicked into my seductive state. My voice tone lowered, my chest engulfed with a strong purposeful inhale, I rolled my pelvis slightly forward, pumping my focus and awareness into my penis…I could feel her. Her warmth, her texture…I moved.
I slowly walked over.
First, I locked eyes with her…where my desire was instantly telegraphed through my entire presence, through my entire desire, which I had allowed take over. My instinct was in the driver’s seat. She’s mine. Every last piece of her!
“It could be worse” I said, in a slow, growling tone.
She instantly shifted states. She felt me, and responded as though someone had just shook her awake, taking her out of her head, away from her autopilot.
She immediately re-aligned her posture and way of being, to that of a more upbeat social girl.
She laughed “what could be worse?”
Ignoring her question…
“I’m Chris…” extending my hand with a slight smirk.
“Maria” she responded, whilst placing her silk like hand into mine. I didn’t let go. Not once.
I held eye contact with her whilst in my head thinking “you know what’s going to happen don’t you Maria”…the tension and silence built for a few seconds. She blushed, averted my gaze, and both of us started gently laughing.
I adore this point in an interaction. This is mutual understanding. I know what’s happening, she knows what’s happening, and in this case, through the expression of laughter, we were consciously letting each other know of the understanding.
“Do you always have this effect on girls?” she said in a testing way, trying to throw my state, but deep down hoping that I am strong enough for her.
“That was cute” I responded, in a completely authentic way. I did find it cute. Every last morsel of how she said it made me want to squeeze her…so I did.
I pulled her in by the hand I was already holding and began to embrace her in the middle of the street.
“Tell me something” I ushered.
She spoke about herself for a bit, telling me her “story”, as people tend to. We continued to hug, in broad daylight, in a busy street, for the duration of her story.
When she finished I pulled back, but keeping her draped around me.