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Lay (2/3) from NY trip - documented in this journal entry. For personal reference.
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Sometimes, life is full of opportunities. For that matter, do we ever stop to think about the opportunities that could have been… but just missed us by fractions of moments or events?
On the other hand… luck is when preparation meets opportunity.
Met this girl in same area as this LR HBFlower, not many minutes apart. She was first.
Hot black chick with swaying hips in tight leggings walking quickly into a side street. I shoot @Skippy a glance, he knows what’s up.
“Go,” he says. And off I shoot.
Have to catch up, am coming from behind. Open her with the classic ‘are you from the area?’, and responds with a ‘kinda - she’s here for work’.
“Oh, I thought so because… you have a very curious way of walking. Like you’re taking in the environment and are open and feeling adventurous”.
She’s intrigued. I follow up with baiting again I’m not from here, have her guess, she quickly asks my name and I milk the intro by holding her loose hand as long as possible.
Some slight SOT talk about new city and how interesting it is to explore and discover new areas. It’s easy transition to who I’m here with, which leads to SOT connection I ran pretty much every time. How some people you meet and the more you talk, the more you feel like you’re on the same wavelength and find yourself becoming closer and good friends or more. And on the other hand, sometimes… you meet someone, and you instantly feel (I always click my fingers here. I don’t know why but feels fun and right) like you’re on the same wavelength and feel close and wanting to see where it leads?
Well she’s in a rush, so I seed date and she’s down. So I put my phone on her whatsapp and tell her to tell me something creative. I have to insist here and put her a bit on the spot of doing it now!
She texts me “[TEXT]”, because that’s the graffiti on the wall.
And then she doesn’t text back.
So life goes on, and the next Saturday I have a field day. Get 7 numbers from daygame and one very spontaneous instadate where I almost end up smashing, but can’t persist to the end to enter her apartment. Then, because it’s dark and I’m feeling that sense of ambition and will to get laid after such close misses, I do nighttime street approaches. End up inviting this twoset back to the AirBnB, a bold move for me where I wanted to push myself, and they do end up considering before declining. Oh well.
So at @Kvothe ’s call, I go the bar where also Skippy is already at.
I arrive, find our group outside. No extra girl though, so I take a moment to look around.
Next to me is this well made up, sexy and beautiful black chick, and after a bit I turn to her.
“Hey,” I say, “Do you know… if the music gets better?”
She looks at me and suddenly looks very surprised.
“Oh my god,” she exclaims, “We met before!”
She can’t believe it. Neither can I, because I actually don’t recognize her at all! She just seems familiar. Her beautiful face seems familiar yet I still don’t make the connection.
Then she goes into how I told her something about her walk, and I know I really must have approached her. But of course I act as if I do recognize her, whilst furiously thinking. She mentions how she’s a model and so I think back to the models I had approached - and still am not sure. Turns out silly girl had not said that when I approached her but thought I must know.
So we get talking of what a crazy coincidence it is, and naturally I go into how life sometimes gives you opportunities, and it is up to you to SEIZE the moment and MAKE THE MOST of it and life. She’s eating it up. I of course navigate us to make me locked in against the pillar.
Do the modified LA gambit, which goes as follows:
HBModel thinks for a bit. “Protectiveness,” is her first one “passion’ the second. Qualify her on them, on how nurturing she is, and also add the easy cold read of how probably, most people see her as bitchy or standoffish… when in reality she has a warm heart and is a real compassionate, protective person. It hits very well. While writing this I realize the potency of eliciting her values and qualities, then feeding her a cold read off of it that for sure will be right and hit on a deeper level.
So here is where wildcard #1 happens - her friend she’s here with.
A short and seemingly equally wide as tall, moon faced creature is standing next to her and just waiting as HBModel gets immersed in my world. And… she wants to leave now.
HBModel turns to her and they have The Talk. I make sure to turn away and look very relaxed and comfortable whilst giving them their privacy, not impatient in the least. I feel like this somehow was a good move because it showed non-neediness and gave her space to convince her friend (and herself) she wants this.
They talk for a few minutes, then HBModel turns back to me.
“My friend wants to go on,” she says, “And I have to go with her. But are you going to other bars after this?”
“Unlikely,” I say. She pouts and is thinking, then asks, “And if I asked you,” she weasel phrases me, “if we could meet for coffee tomorrow instead… what would you say?”
I don’t believe in that. It’s easy to say ooh let’s meet up, then never have it happen because state changes. Nightgame numbers are notoriously fickle, not that I would know - this trip is my first real time nightgaming, everything before was me with a non-pua friend just lowkeying it. LR- came from it in what was my 3rd or 4th time out at night, which was cool! And honestly, I have gotten like 3 numbers from NG, and one turned into the lay after this one, and the other was promising but cut short by my departure. Was the girl that will follow after this interaction.
So I tell her no, if we want to meet up, it has to be today. So she narrows her lips, thinks, and turns back to her friend.
The Talk II ensues, after which she turns back to me.
“I’m going to have to disappoint you,” she says. “I have to go with my friend. But I’ll text you and we can go for coffee,” she offers. Damn… I don’t even know if she has my number because I still don’t know what approach that was (it was because her hair was completely different), and it would seem insensitive to ask because that shows I don’t remember her.
Have her hug me goodbye, and they vanish. I’m unhappy I had this great opportunity slip by my fingers - but I did all I could. Their hotel room was even in the same building…
I wander back to my wings and get some water. After that I spot a blondie stare at me in her group, so position myself and open them by asking whether the music inside was the same as the music outside - just some trivial situational question.
The girl closest to me turns and I find out she’s actually beautiful! The group answers but I get this girl facing me. Run my gambits, have her give me this unconscious happy smile while I stare into her deep blue eyes and weave SOT’s into her world. The original blondie stares at us but is caught with others. I slowly move so that she ends up facing me and having her back to the group, because I didn’t want her seeing her friends and ASD kicking in.
At some point they want to leave though and ask my girl if she’s coming. Well now there’s pressure so she thinks, looks torn, but finally says she’s coming. I get her number by same procedure of putting my contact in her whatsapp and having her text me her name right there. She installed whatsapp for me there too!
Well then I’m alone again, and check my phone. And oh my, who’se text do I see…
HBModel had texted me.
Her: Green woman
Me: Very creative indeed
Me: Isn’t it awesome how street art like that… spices up the vibe of the city?
Now:
Her: Hey are you still upstairs
Her: I came back up for you. I’ll be leaving at 1
I called her immediately once I saw it about 5min later, she didn’t pick up
Me: I’m outside
Her: Okay I’m inside
Her: I’ll walk out
Me: Perfect
So I meet her again. Incredible.
Greet her, engage her again, in fact ask her if she wants to bounce (pull). She doesn’t yet. That’s fine, I have us go sit down.
We find a free spot and I go back into SOT of music, of passion, and so on. One moment is when she asks me how old I am, I have her guess, she says 26 and I am like “yep”. I’m not convincing and she’s skeptical so instead of risking her doubting more that I say, I backtrack and tell her actually, I’m 25. She believes it then. She’s 27. Social key, check. Overall she’s acting aloof with eye contact but is still compliant, and I realize this is just her way of being and am not thrown off
Ask again to bounce, she’s down. Asks if I know any bars in area, I don’t but I DO know one really good one in my area not too far away…
She wants to go to her hotel room first to grab her stuff. So we take the elevator down and get to the room she’s sharing with whale, and I get the story of why she’s back.
Turns out… whale’s feet hurt. So much that they went back three times to change shoes and they still hurt! And now she has a GUY COMING OVER so she encouraged HBModel to go back out (to me).
Turns out they are not even that close friends anyway. But I’m shocked at how anyone could pork that.
So in the room she grabs her bag, but is in doubt how it doesn’t match rest of outfit. So I tell her it’s fine, no one knows her, and she asks if we can just not go anywhere upscale.
That was never my plan girl, but yes that’s fine. And she thanks me! Hilarious.
So we get down to lobby and she wants to give the room key back, but then who comes around the corner? The whale and her dude! So she stops them to return the key.
Whale and dude are walking next to each other but also acting like they don’t know each other, and I’m sure the dude was just praying that no one would recognize him or anything that would reveal they are together. His walk of shame. Forgot to mention that now, whale has this horrendous light blue lipstick that makes the entire picture even more jarring.
So HBModel gives her the key, she stops to receive it, and dude slows down and turns in dread that the worst case scenario happened. Slowly turning and slowing down, he reveals his face and I observe the shame and dread displayed on it. He looks at HBModel and me, swallows, and doesn’t look at his girl at all even until they continue right after.
God bless you, brother. May you find strength within. What a bro, taking the grenade like that for me!
Continuing, we walk to the metro and along the way she asks if I’m hungry. She’s feeling pizza, but can’t eat anything other than vegan cheese or she’ll feel bloated and unwell. I make sure that wildcard does not happen. She asks the open pizza shop if they have, they don’t I inwardly rejoice and tell her I have snacks.
In the metro I take her hand as she walks with her heels down perilous stairs, and I actually run up the last part to hold doors open because next one is in 20 minutes and I want no delays.
In the metro, I do both fluff talk and one specific SOT. When she’s asking me what I like to do for fun, and I mention my big hobby volleyball. She’s tall and it turns out she loves it too! Tells me how she used to be outside hitter but went to college and was the smallest, so turned to libero. She’s almost as tall as me and I’m average for a man… how tall are these girls there??
Well then go into something I think of in the moment, which was saying how I started jogging due to Corona and fell in love with it. And go into vivid detail of how it makes you feel in touch with your body, feel your blood rushing, being in the moment, completely exerting yourself, going uphill ambitiously, being dead exhausted but incredibly flushed and exhilarated at the end… and it hits jackpot because I find out right after that she used to be a track runner and loved it with a passion, so she can absolutely relate.
So of course say how sometimes you don’t have to say much because you feel deeply understood and know you share same passion, and how it’s a wonderful feeling.
Our stop comes, get off and walk her through the seedy area to the bar right across the airbnb. We get in and sit at a table by the window by ourselves. Here I go into non-judgemental talk and just general staying on casual and interesting topics. Answer her questions about me briefly before turning it back to her. Also seed the Lychee wine we bought as a prop.
After about 15 minutes, she asks me this with a serious tone:
“I just have to ask you three questions,” she says.
“Oh? Shoot,” I smile.
“First… do you have [sounds like COVID]”
Of course I don’t.
“Then, do you have monkey pox?”
Nope.
“And… are you a sex trafficker?”
Here I almost jokingly say yes and tease her about it, but refrain from it because that might just blow it. Nothing to gain by doing so, and as such I stick to the safe route.
So she’s relieved and I tell her I need to ask her the same thing back. So I do, and she says no as well 3 times.
So I pull, saying we should go grab that Lychee wine, and she agrees.
We walk across the street and I lead her up inside. Pour us drinks, give her snacks I also got exactly for guests.
We sit next to each other and I do my language-regions touch gambit and when she asks about my scar the… yes, scar gambit. Where I touch her demonstratively and end with strong feelings of appreciation of what you have, gratitude for having a healthy body with amazing sensations, and living for the moment because… you never know when things change.
She’s snacking and I have my arm around her, and she tells me how smooth I am. How she likes how passionate I am. I was always speaking slowly yet deliberately, and use hand gestures and facial expressions as I talk, which is what she was referring to. She also says how she’s thinks she’s hard to get to, but she liked my game (literally said it like that). She rates me a 9/10. I’m like, that’s funny yet interesting, why 9/10?
Turns out what really got to her was the fact that… she came back for me. She tells me how the fact I made her come back for me really impacted her. Interesting.
Soon after I start escalating, no resistance or LMR. She’s very passionate and simply gorgeous naked… best fuck I’ve had! Such an incredible feeling being inside of her, feeling her tight warmth and wetness, and looking into her beautiful eyes, pretty face, and hot tight curvy model body.
We have sex for 2 hours where I have her in different positions. She rides really well and feels especially amazing when on her side.
Now what’s embarrassing is how at some point, I realize the condom came off, and is inside her… I’m like, fricking hell how does that happen? She’s super cool and just goes to bathroom to take it out. My dick is average so it’s not size issues. I think I didn’t roll it down all the way so that’s a strong learning right there.
Then Devilicious gets irresponsible and gets her so horny she slips it in without condom. So for the rest of the night and after waking up morning, I do her raw. She feels way too good…
My dick had trouble staying fully hard until the end and just got that hard-enough-to-fuck level. Also I was worried about cuming too soon but rather in this trip realized I had opposite problem - maybe I have a too strong grip while fapping because sensitivity is reduced. Only without a condom and when I deliberately do shallow breaths while she’s doing something real nice do I cum. Which I do, of course pulling out first.
She stays the night, we fuck again in the morning, shower together, she slowly gets dressed and I help her with her skincare where you rub lotion and oil on her back. Then I bend her over, hike up her dress, and fuck her in front of the full-sized mirror - she loves it. It was her idea, saying how hot it’d be.
After, one funny thing she asked me was whether I have a girlfriend back home.
What’s interesting is getting intel on my approach, what she liked and remembered, and why she didn’t text back.
She said she remembered how I held her hand (milking the intro) and really liked it also the fact I approached her at all and in such a manner (indirect). I don’t think direct would have flown at all with this girl.
As for the reason she didn’t text back… was because she thought I was flirty. Sadly didn’t elaborate, but I assume FSC. Despite going indirect, I polarize too much?
Because this intel… is worth it’s weight in GOLD. Just imagine the odds of cold approaching someone in a city of millions, hooking and getting their number, have her not respond… and then you STILL meeting them again and sleeping with them? Because that’s what’s basically needed to get to this raw, real info. So will definitely ruminate over that and think on how to refine my approach from there.
This all happened Saturday night, and since I was leaving on Wed I wanted to see her again one more time at least. The other night was for the pending dates - where I had 3 girls down for dates. Ended up doing 2 dates in one day on Tuesday, one of which ended up in bed too. So Monday was for HBModel and we had even better and hotter sex! I experimented with David Shade stuff, Tell Me game, also Skill’s love progression where you have her start with ‘I love your dick in me daddy’ and just progress up to ‘I love you daddy’. And it worked!
Also did Eros technique for the first time. Very useful!
For the Shade stuff I had her describe the sensation as she was on top of me. ‘Perfect fit’, ‘pulsating’, and ‘warm’ were her descriptions. So make her focus on it and then have her imagine the sensation expanding… she did cum twice (so it seemed to me) at least from that!
Also, amazing start when I had her naked in front of the mirror, and she bent down to grab her water (she’s a germaphobe, even bringing her own water. Well after we fucked she took mine too). It’s cool, and I get the idea and order her to pick it up again and give it to me. When she does so, I very playfully start mixing doggy with cold sensation play and the result of this… is her cuming and squirting HARD all over the poor airbnb floor. Beautiful to watch!
She said what did it for her was the combination of the feeling of me, the fact we were in front of the mirror, and how playful I was being with teasing her with the cold water bottle. Tracing it up her spine, on her skin, and finally holding it on both ends with my hands around her and it pressed against her clit is when the wave peaked and exploded.
In conclusion, it was a wonderful experience with a beautiful and fun girl, and just incredibly low odds of meeting her exactly then, exactly there, not only in the same place as me but also standing right next to my wings, less than 2 meters away. In a city of millions!
Life looks out for you. As the saying goes…
Heaven helps those that help themselves.
Onwards!
-Dev
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Sometimes, life is full of opportunities. For that matter, do we ever stop to think about the opportunities that could have been… but just missed us by fractions of moments or events?
On the other hand… luck is when preparation meets opportunity.
Met this girl in same area as this LR HBFlower, not many minutes apart. She was first.
Hot black chick with swaying hips in tight leggings walking quickly into a side street. I shoot @Skippy a glance, he knows what’s up.
“Go,” he says. And off I shoot.
Have to catch up, am coming from behind. Open her with the classic ‘are you from the area?’, and responds with a ‘kinda - she’s here for work’.
“Oh, I thought so because… you have a very curious way of walking. Like you’re taking in the environment and are open and feeling adventurous”.
She’s intrigued. I follow up with baiting again I’m not from here, have her guess, she quickly asks my name and I milk the intro by holding her loose hand as long as possible.
Some slight SOT talk about new city and how interesting it is to explore and discover new areas. It’s easy transition to who I’m here with, which leads to SOT connection I ran pretty much every time. How some people you meet and the more you talk, the more you feel like you’re on the same wavelength and find yourself becoming closer and good friends or more. And on the other hand, sometimes… you meet someone, and you instantly feel (I always click my fingers here. I don’t know why but feels fun and right) like you’re on the same wavelength and feel close and wanting to see where it leads?
Well she’s in a rush, so I seed date and she’s down. So I put my phone on her whatsapp and tell her to tell me something creative. I have to insist here and put her a bit on the spot of doing it now!
She texts me “[TEXT]”, because that’s the graffiti on the wall.
And then she doesn’t text back.
So life goes on, and the next Saturday I have a field day. Get 7 numbers from daygame and one very spontaneous instadate where I almost end up smashing, but can’t persist to the end to enter her apartment. Then, because it’s dark and I’m feeling that sense of ambition and will to get laid after such close misses, I do nighttime street approaches. End up inviting this twoset back to the AirBnB, a bold move for me where I wanted to push myself, and they do end up considering before declining. Oh well.
So at @Kvothe ’s call, I go the bar where also Skippy is already at.
I arrive, find our group outside. No extra girl though, so I take a moment to look around.
Next to me is this well made up, sexy and beautiful black chick, and after a bit I turn to her.
“Hey,” I say, “Do you know… if the music gets better?”
She looks at me and suddenly looks very surprised.
“Oh my god,” she exclaims, “We met before!”
She can’t believe it. Neither can I, because I actually don’t recognize her at all! She just seems familiar. Her beautiful face seems familiar yet I still don’t make the connection.
Then she goes into how I told her something about her walk, and I know I really must have approached her. But of course I act as if I do recognize her, whilst furiously thinking. She mentions how she’s a model and so I think back to the models I had approached - and still am not sure. Turns out silly girl had not said that when I approached her but thought I must know.
So we get talking of what a crazy coincidence it is, and naturally I go into how life sometimes gives you opportunities, and it is up to you to SEIZE the moment and MAKE THE MOST of it and life. She’s eating it up. I of course navigate us to make me locked in against the pillar.
Do the modified LA gambit, which goes as follows:
“You know, actually where I’m from, [City]… one interesting thing is how… also because everyone takes care of themselves, everyone is beautiful! And as such, beauty loses it’s value, and you start looking for qualities outside of beauty.”
Then I’ll narrow my eyes, tilt my head slightly, and look at here like this while I pause for a moment.
“Actually, if I asked you… what are your two best qualities outside your looks… what would you say?”
Surprisingly no one has ever rebutted this and instead go ahead and list their qualities.
Then I’ll narrow my eyes, tilt my head slightly, and look at here like this while I pause for a moment.
“Actually, if I asked you… what are your two best qualities outside your looks… what would you say?”
Surprisingly no one has ever rebutted this and instead go ahead and list their qualities.
HBModel thinks for a bit. “Protectiveness,” is her first one “passion’ the second. Qualify her on them, on how nurturing she is, and also add the easy cold read of how probably, most people see her as bitchy or standoffish… when in reality she has a warm heart and is a real compassionate, protective person. It hits very well. While writing this I realize the potency of eliciting her values and qualities, then feeding her a cold read off of it that for sure will be right and hit on a deeper level.
So here is where wildcard #1 happens - her friend she’s here with.
A short and seemingly equally wide as tall, moon faced creature is standing next to her and just waiting as HBModel gets immersed in my world. And… she wants to leave now.
HBModel turns to her and they have The Talk. I make sure to turn away and look very relaxed and comfortable whilst giving them their privacy, not impatient in the least. I feel like this somehow was a good move because it showed non-neediness and gave her space to convince her friend (and herself) she wants this.
They talk for a few minutes, then HBModel turns back to me.
“My friend wants to go on,” she says, “And I have to go with her. But are you going to other bars after this?”
“Unlikely,” I say. She pouts and is thinking, then asks, “And if I asked you,” she weasel phrases me, “if we could meet for coffee tomorrow instead… what would you say?”
I don’t believe in that. It’s easy to say ooh let’s meet up, then never have it happen because state changes. Nightgame numbers are notoriously fickle, not that I would know - this trip is my first real time nightgaming, everything before was me with a non-pua friend just lowkeying it. LR- came from it in what was my 3rd or 4th time out at night, which was cool! And honestly, I have gotten like 3 numbers from NG, and one turned into the lay after this one, and the other was promising but cut short by my departure. Was the girl that will follow after this interaction.
So I tell her no, if we want to meet up, it has to be today. So she narrows her lips, thinks, and turns back to her friend.
The Talk II ensues, after which she turns back to me.
“I’m going to have to disappoint you,” she says. “I have to go with my friend. But I’ll text you and we can go for coffee,” she offers. Damn… I don’t even know if she has my number because I still don’t know what approach that was (it was because her hair was completely different), and it would seem insensitive to ask because that shows I don’t remember her.
Have her hug me goodbye, and they vanish. I’m unhappy I had this great opportunity slip by my fingers - but I did all I could. Their hotel room was even in the same building…
I wander back to my wings and get some water. After that I spot a blondie stare at me in her group, so position myself and open them by asking whether the music inside was the same as the music outside - just some trivial situational question.
The girl closest to me turns and I find out she’s actually beautiful! The group answers but I get this girl facing me. Run my gambits, have her give me this unconscious happy smile while I stare into her deep blue eyes and weave SOT’s into her world. The original blondie stares at us but is caught with others. I slowly move so that she ends up facing me and having her back to the group, because I didn’t want her seeing her friends and ASD kicking in.
At some point they want to leave though and ask my girl if she’s coming. Well now there’s pressure so she thinks, looks torn, but finally says she’s coming. I get her number by same procedure of putting my contact in her whatsapp and having her text me her name right there. She installed whatsapp for me there too!
Well then I’m alone again, and check my phone. And oh my, who’se text do I see…
HBModel had texted me.
Texting
Before:Her: Green woman
Me: Very creative indeed
Me: Isn’t it awesome how street art like that… spices up the vibe of the city?
Now:
Her: Hey are you still upstairs
Her: I came back up for you. I’ll be leaving at 1
I called her immediately once I saw it about 5min later, she didn’t pick up
Me: I’m outside
Her: Okay I’m inside
Her: I’ll walk out
Me: Perfect
So I meet her again. Incredible.
Greet her, engage her again, in fact ask her if she wants to bounce (pull). She doesn’t yet. That’s fine, I have us go sit down.
We find a free spot and I go back into SOT of music, of passion, and so on. One moment is when she asks me how old I am, I have her guess, she says 26 and I am like “yep”. I’m not convincing and she’s skeptical so instead of risking her doubting more that I say, I backtrack and tell her actually, I’m 25. She believes it then. She’s 27. Social key, check. Overall she’s acting aloof with eye contact but is still compliant, and I realize this is just her way of being and am not thrown off
Ask again to bounce, she’s down. Asks if I know any bars in area, I don’t but I DO know one really good one in my area not too far away…
She wants to go to her hotel room first to grab her stuff. So we take the elevator down and get to the room she’s sharing with whale, and I get the story of why she’s back.
Turns out… whale’s feet hurt. So much that they went back three times to change shoes and they still hurt! And now she has a GUY COMING OVER so she encouraged HBModel to go back out (to me).
Turns out they are not even that close friends anyway. But I’m shocked at how anyone could pork that.
So in the room she grabs her bag, but is in doubt how it doesn’t match rest of outfit. So I tell her it’s fine, no one knows her, and she asks if we can just not go anywhere upscale.
That was never my plan girl, but yes that’s fine. And she thanks me! Hilarious.
So we get down to lobby and she wants to give the room key back, but then who comes around the corner? The whale and her dude! So she stops them to return the key.
Whale and dude are walking next to each other but also acting like they don’t know each other, and I’m sure the dude was just praying that no one would recognize him or anything that would reveal they are together. His walk of shame. Forgot to mention that now, whale has this horrendous light blue lipstick that makes the entire picture even more jarring.
So HBModel gives her the key, she stops to receive it, and dude slows down and turns in dread that the worst case scenario happened. Slowly turning and slowing down, he reveals his face and I observe the shame and dread displayed on it. He looks at HBModel and me, swallows, and doesn’t look at his girl at all even until they continue right after.
God bless you, brother. May you find strength within. What a bro, taking the grenade like that for me!
Continuing, we walk to the metro and along the way she asks if I’m hungry. She’s feeling pizza, but can’t eat anything other than vegan cheese or she’ll feel bloated and unwell. I make sure that wildcard does not happen. She asks the open pizza shop if they have, they don’t I inwardly rejoice and tell her I have snacks.
In the metro I take her hand as she walks with her heels down perilous stairs, and I actually run up the last part to hold doors open because next one is in 20 minutes and I want no delays.
In the metro, I do both fluff talk and one specific SOT. When she’s asking me what I like to do for fun, and I mention my big hobby volleyball. She’s tall and it turns out she loves it too! Tells me how she used to be outside hitter but went to college and was the smallest, so turned to libero. She’s almost as tall as me and I’m average for a man… how tall are these girls there??
Well then go into something I think of in the moment, which was saying how I started jogging due to Corona and fell in love with it. And go into vivid detail of how it makes you feel in touch with your body, feel your blood rushing, being in the moment, completely exerting yourself, going uphill ambitiously, being dead exhausted but incredibly flushed and exhilarated at the end… and it hits jackpot because I find out right after that she used to be a track runner and loved it with a passion, so she can absolutely relate.
So of course say how sometimes you don’t have to say much because you feel deeply understood and know you share same passion, and how it’s a wonderful feeling.
Our stop comes, get off and walk her through the seedy area to the bar right across the airbnb. We get in and sit at a table by the window by ourselves. Here I go into non-judgemental talk and just general staying on casual and interesting topics. Answer her questions about me briefly before turning it back to her. Also seed the Lychee wine we bought as a prop.
After about 15 minutes, she asks me this with a serious tone:
“I just have to ask you three questions,” she says.
“Oh? Shoot,” I smile.
“First… do you have [sounds like COVID]”
Of course I don’t.
“Then, do you have monkey pox?”
Nope.
“And… are you a sex trafficker?”
Here I almost jokingly say yes and tease her about it, but refrain from it because that might just blow it. Nothing to gain by doing so, and as such I stick to the safe route.
So she’s relieved and I tell her I need to ask her the same thing back. So I do, and she says no as well 3 times.
So I pull, saying we should go grab that Lychee wine, and she agrees.
We walk across the street and I lead her up inside. Pour us drinks, give her snacks I also got exactly for guests.
We sit next to each other and I do my language-regions touch gambit and when she asks about my scar the… yes, scar gambit. Where I touch her demonstratively and end with strong feelings of appreciation of what you have, gratitude for having a healthy body with amazing sensations, and living for the moment because… you never know when things change.
She’s snacking and I have my arm around her, and she tells me how smooth I am. How she likes how passionate I am. I was always speaking slowly yet deliberately, and use hand gestures and facial expressions as I talk, which is what she was referring to. She also says how she’s thinks she’s hard to get to, but she liked my game (literally said it like that). She rates me a 9/10. I’m like, that’s funny yet interesting, why 9/10?
Turns out what really got to her was the fact that… she came back for me. She tells me how the fact I made her come back for me really impacted her. Interesting.
Soon after I start escalating, no resistance or LMR. She’s very passionate and simply gorgeous naked… best fuck I’ve had! Such an incredible feeling being inside of her, feeling her tight warmth and wetness, and looking into her beautiful eyes, pretty face, and hot tight curvy model body.
We have sex for 2 hours where I have her in different positions. She rides really well and feels especially amazing when on her side.
Now what’s embarrassing is how at some point, I realize the condom came off, and is inside her… I’m like, fricking hell how does that happen? She’s super cool and just goes to bathroom to take it out. My dick is average so it’s not size issues. I think I didn’t roll it down all the way so that’s a strong learning right there.
Then Devilicious gets irresponsible and gets her so horny she slips it in without condom. So for the rest of the night and after waking up morning, I do her raw. She feels way too good…
My dick had trouble staying fully hard until the end and just got that hard-enough-to-fuck level. Also I was worried about cuming too soon but rather in this trip realized I had opposite problem - maybe I have a too strong grip while fapping because sensitivity is reduced. Only without a condom and when I deliberately do shallow breaths while she’s doing something real nice do I cum. Which I do, of course pulling out first.
She stays the night, we fuck again in the morning, shower together, she slowly gets dressed and I help her with her skincare where you rub lotion and oil on her back. Then I bend her over, hike up her dress, and fuck her in front of the full-sized mirror - she loves it. It was her idea, saying how hot it’d be.
After, one funny thing she asked me was whether I have a girlfriend back home.
What’s interesting is getting intel on my approach, what she liked and remembered, and why she didn’t text back.
She said she remembered how I held her hand (milking the intro) and really liked it also the fact I approached her at all and in such a manner (indirect). I don’t think direct would have flown at all with this girl.
As for the reason she didn’t text back… was because she thought I was flirty. Sadly didn’t elaborate, but I assume FSC. Despite going indirect, I polarize too much?
Because this intel… is worth it’s weight in GOLD. Just imagine the odds of cold approaching someone in a city of millions, hooking and getting their number, have her not respond… and then you STILL meeting them again and sleeping with them? Because that’s what’s basically needed to get to this raw, real info. So will definitely ruminate over that and think on how to refine my approach from there.
This all happened Saturday night, and since I was leaving on Wed I wanted to see her again one more time at least. The other night was for the pending dates - where I had 3 girls down for dates. Ended up doing 2 dates in one day on Tuesday, one of which ended up in bed too. So Monday was for HBModel and we had even better and hotter sex! I experimented with David Shade stuff, Tell Me game, also Skill’s love progression where you have her start with ‘I love your dick in me daddy’ and just progress up to ‘I love you daddy’. And it worked!
Also did Eros technique for the first time. Very useful!
For the Shade stuff I had her describe the sensation as she was on top of me. ‘Perfect fit’, ‘pulsating’, and ‘warm’ were her descriptions. So make her focus on it and then have her imagine the sensation expanding… she did cum twice (so it seemed to me) at least from that!
Also, amazing start when I had her naked in front of the mirror, and she bent down to grab her water (she’s a germaphobe, even bringing her own water. Well after we fucked she took mine too). It’s cool, and I get the idea and order her to pick it up again and give it to me. When she does so, I very playfully start mixing doggy with cold sensation play and the result of this… is her cuming and squirting HARD all over the poor airbnb floor. Beautiful to watch!
She said what did it for her was the combination of the feeling of me, the fact we were in front of the mirror, and how playful I was being with teasing her with the cold water bottle. Tracing it up her spine, on her skin, and finally holding it on both ends with my hands around her and it pressed against her clit is when the wave peaked and exploded.
Overall
Things I did well
- Good calibrating to her
- Good giving her space
- Nice how I used the opportunity to frame things my way (”must be meant to happen”)
Things I can do better
- Perhaps still better control over conversation, was just having fun with SOT’s and fractionation with fluff talk. Besides non-judgemental frames I didn’t really do sex talk, which I would like to do, so
- More sex talk
In conclusion, it was a wonderful experience with a beautiful and fun girl, and just incredibly low odds of meeting her exactly then, exactly there, not only in the same place as me but also standing right next to my wings, less than 2 meters away. In a city of millions!
Life looks out for you. As the saying goes…
Heaven helps those that help themselves.
Onwards!
-Dev
