She asked me my name…
“Chris…but I almost forgot” I said with a smirk.
I left silence…she gave me her name, and I nodded, still holding eye contact.
She then started to talk a bunch, about things socially normal, and irrelevant to document here.
All the while, I was guiding her closer and closer, eyes locked, voices slow, and my hand sensually placed on the small of her bare back, which I had worked my hand under and up to.
I was tracing my finger tips along her smooth skin, and every so often she would close her eyes and shiver with sexual glee…then return to telling me about her job, in between sentences whispering “your trouble”.
At one point she turned to introduce me to her friends. We were side by side. The bar was busy so it didn’t look odd that we were shoulder to shoulder. As she was giving me all the names, and introductions were happening, I lowered my hand onto her incredibly pert ass, and danced my fingers up the centre of her ass crease, right down to her pussy, and drew it back up.
I could feel her breathing change with a slight gasp, as she pressed firmly against my hips with hers, physically demonstrating “thank you, this is amazing, keep going””
The reason everything about our interaction was so fucking hot, was because it was happening in front of everyone, but carried out in such a stealthily way. This created INSANE amounts of sexual tension.
She knew why I was there. The fact I didn’t have to overtly state anything created intrigue, mystery, interest, and the most IMPORTANT element…EXCITEMENT, stemming from the fear of the unknown, and because I was comfortable within the interaction, she felt secure enough to follow me with confidence.
I turned to her after some fluff talk with her friends, and said in the most ‘I’m your bestsest friend’ type of tone, “hey, let’s go outside for a smoke”…
Of course, she followed.
Now, for the first time since meeting, we were completely alone.
This is one of those situation where guys who make it this far, can fuck it up, by trying to desperately seal the deal and unaware of how to now shift it.
I’ve had students who at their first encounter like this, once alone with the girl, have turned into the best friend mode as they were too confused when the tension of inside was removed.
Thankfully, I have fucked up so much before, that I have learned and this was not about to happen.
When we got outside I said nothing. I sat down, locked eyes with her hard, I offered my hand, she took it, I sat her down beside me and turned towards her on the couch.
“I….want….to eat you” I said in a slow and seductive tone.
She took a deep breath and smiled mischievously raising her shoulders saying “you really are trouble”
Me: “come closer”
She did.
I started to look at her lips, then I asked slowly and low “What’s this”, as I rolled my finger tips down the sensitive part on the inside of her neck.
She closed her eyes and shivered again.
Complete submission to the process.
I started to firmly but slowly grip her hair, gently drawing back her head exposing the inside of her neck.
“is it sensitive” I asked her
With her eyes still closed, and her lips tightly clasped, she responded with a definite “mmmhmmm”.
I pulled her in by her thigh, and begin to very lightly bite her neck, with just the right amount of tongue.
“Fuuuuuuuuck” she whispered with an exhaling breath.
I pulled away, clenched her tightly with locked eyes and said, “that’s all for now, your friends will get curious”, and I walked her back in by the hand, which I let go of just as we entered the door. The friends were back.
For the next hour we spent our time socialising with the group, whilst finding every way possible to stimulate each other discreetly.
I went back to hers after her friends left, and we released all that tension…by high 5ing each other with our swim suit areas…yup, I know, way to end it on a classy note Chris.
We fucked, intimately, for hours. I fell in love 100 times over with every curve of her soft, warm, and sweet smelling naked sweaty body. I adore how it felt pressed against mine.
This is how I like to carry out the majority of my interactions.
Its highly effective, honest, and comes from such a clear place, all without logically doing much at all. This is why I speak of understanding so much.
Understanding allows you to be heavily polarizing to the feminine.
I hope this has inspired you to go out and interact a little differently.
Give women what they desire and crave from you. Be honest with your desires.
Be intelligent.
A Boner – The Worlds Greatest Compliment
She had finished a sentence and I was devouring her with my eyes….silence, I noticed her necklace, so I reached out and held it, making sure to brush the back of my fingers in the soft spot of her neck, “what’s this” I asked in a slow, dripping tone, with the volume turned waaaay down.
I still have situations happen that are so reality shattering for my old self and my old way of being, it blows my mind. Today was one of those days.
After my morning meditation, I decided to go for a stroll along the beach, after, arriving at a little cafe where I got a mint tea for myself. (Take note that before arriving at the cafe I approached a women, and had her completely ignore me and wave me away with her hand…If I had let this impolite behaviour effect my opinion of myself, the following would not have unfolded)
I was sitting outside going over my daily tasks and missions to get done, when all of a sudden, I saw this incredibly gorgeous Spanish beauty walking past me towards the entrance door to the cafe.
I blurted, without hesitation, exactly how I felt…
“WOW!!…that dress…it’s incredible on you”
She smiled and thanked me with a nod, and left to go back inside.
I immediately went back to my business. Until, she arrived back out, and sat down incredibly close to my table, in a seating area which was completely empty. You know that obvious feeling, when a guy comes into the men’s toilets and uses the urinal right beside the one you are using, even though the rest are fucking EMPTY! That kind of a feeling.
She sat opposite me, drinking her tea, perched gracefully in her bright flowery dress.
It was distracting, so much so that I couldn’t concentrate on my work.
“Excuse me, lady in the dress, I have a problem. I’ve come here to do work, but since you have sat down, your distracting me. This is a problem”
She laughed, covering her mouth in an embarrassed type of way and apologized.
“you may as well come over and join me” I said, and I pushed out a chair for her, placing it right next to me on purpose. I like to be very close to women.
She got up and moved to my table.
From here, we had a normal chat on the surface, allowing her to do the talking. I found out about her as a person. Her likes and dislikes etc. BUT underneath all this talk, I was HEAVILY projecting sexual intent through my voice, eyes, and body language.
When I’m with a woman I am THERE with her in the MOMENT. This cuts out any filter, and I respond accordingly to the moment.
She had finished a sentence and I was devouring her with my eyes….silence, I noticed her necklace, so I reached out and held it, making sure to brush the back of my fingers in the soft spot of her neck, “what’s this” I asked in a slow, dripping tone, with the volume turned waaaay down.
She giggled and said “its my necklace”
I responded with “mmmm….its good……do you… feel good?”
In this moment it shifted and went fucking primal! She responded with a seductive “I feel really good”, which she almost whispered.
At this point her chair was touching mine and we were both leaning in on top of one another. I could feel my penis waking up, and blood flow starting to do its thing.
“I’m waking up” I said…
“how do you mean”…she said,
I pointed down and smirked. She shifted into wide eyed excitement, so I gently took her hand…”look at what you have done to me”, and placed her hand on my erection.(this is a more refined version of my old motto “if in doubt, whip it out”, which I only utilize in more private situations)
She got more excited and gasped “you can’t do that here, people will see”
“nobody can see anything, be proud, that’s good work, well done”
*Take note that most men try to hide any evidence of their erection at all times. This is simply expressing on a deeper level how you are not comfortable being a sexual being and that you have yet to embrace it and view it as a beautiful, natural part of your masculine essence. What women wakes up in the morning and thinks ‘fuck, I hope my femininity does not make a man pop a stiffy, because that would be so rude’. No, it is the deepest compliment a woman can receive as it is on an instinctual core level. Every woman wants to feel desired…and your erection is the septor of love!*
I moved in to kiss her. At first she turned her head and muttered something in Spanish to herself. So…
I tapped my left cheek, she kissed it. I tapped my right cheek, she kissed it, I tapped my lips….BOOM!