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Was debating whether or not to write this LR, but here I am.
Warning: This story is kinda gross - not for the squeamish.
Back in early May, I went to visit my friend in a city in the south of Brazil. We were walking through the perfectly-manicured botanical gardens when I spotted a girl sitting by herself reading a book in a gazebo by the cafe. I didn’t feel like in much of an approaching mood that day, but my buddy egged me on, so off I went.
I opened with the classic Gunwitch ex gf opener (which I’ve recently taken a break from using, but back then it was my go-to), and sat down next to her with about a meter distance between us. It was my first and only approach of the day, so it felt stiff and disjointed, but I got an enthusiastic response from her. Her name was Mary (English nickname btw, not her real Portuguese name I think), and she was a student from a nearby city, just visiting for a few days and heading back to her town on the bus that evening.
Given her enthusiastic reaction and the fact that she was here alone, I saw a definite SDL in the cards. But I was staying with my friend, and I wasn't sure whether introducing her to the mix would make the vibe weird or that I'd even have time to bang her. Since I planned to visit her city in a few days anyway, I just got her number and we agreed to meet up when I was there.
So the next week, Mary and I met up in her city. I'd been pinging her every few days with a photo or two, and I had guessed from her investment levels via texting that there was going to be on "it's on" moment when we met. I suggested grabbing drinks in the bohemian part of the city, and she readily agreed.
We met at the metro station and walked. It was chilly, so I had my arm around her pretty quickly, and she leaned into it which was a positive sign of compliance.
Things were a little stiff verbally. She spoke no English, and spoke rapid-fire Portuguese that I could barely understand. I couldn't come up with anything witty or teasing, and I didn't want to risk making a fool of myself attempting my material in Portuguese, so I figured I would have to rely solely on physical escalation for this.
We found a bohemian rock bar and we sat outside with beers. I tried my best to deep dive her on her dreams, passions and values. I had no trouble asking the questions, the problem was I couldn't really understand her answers, which is important because, as Chase wrote in this post about active listening, you ought to take what she says and then repeat it back to her rephrased in your own words so that she feels like you really understood. I struggled with that, so it was a sort of one-sided deep dive.
Still, we made some ground eventually, but after a while I decided I’d better push things forward. I led Mary back inside and we went upstairs where a rock band was about to start playing - the perfect excuse to break the awkwardness and get some physical escalation going.
We danced to the music - lots of grinding, swaying, and mutual caressing. I pretty much knew it was “on" at that point, and after a break in the music, suggested we head back to mine to continue the party with some wine. One quiet taxi ride later, we reached my place, I poured the wine, put on some beats, dimmed the lights and invited her to relax on the bed.
She pretty quickly gave herself over to me - no LMR. We started by making out, then I sucked her neck and slowly, gradually made my way down her body with my tongue, making her moan and squirm. Having recently discovered the awesome pleasure of going down on girls (I used to think it was submissive, but now I realize it's actually a power play - like having access to the main controls!) I decided to go down on her.
I sucked and licked, alternating between a slow horizontal flick of the tongue around the clitoris and an intense whole-mouth attachment with tongue insertion which seems to drive girls crazy (learned from Hector’s video on oral sex - really instructive stuff).
She was moaning like crazy and insanely wet. At least, it felt like she was wet. It was so dark I could only make out the shape of her.
Eventually, I heard her utter the magic word - "condom?" I made her suck me off first, then put it on and went to pound town. As I thrust harder and harder, I began to notice a familiar smell.
Any guy who has been in a LTR knows this shell - the pungent, coppery smell of... menstruation. I looked down and, lo and behold, there was blood spattered ALL OVER our legs and some on the sheets. Jesus Christ.
Now I'm not a particularly squeamish guy, and I'm more than happy to throw down a towel and paint the town red when it's that time of the month. But let me tell you, I damn well gagged in horror when I realized I had just GONE DOWN on a girl ON HER PERIOD.
I rushed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. To my relief, there was no blood on my lips or face. I also didn't taste anything weird, which was peculiar. Perhaps I hadn't gotten any during the cunnilingus, or perhaps I'd already swallowed it… Fucking barf.
I'm not one to leave a job half finished though, so I went back in, threw down the towel and finished pounding her, fighting to keep the imagery out of my mind.
For some reason, I decided not to bring the matter up with her. Things were already verbally awkward between us, and I just couldn't be bothered having any more conversation with her.
Since she lived far away, she stayed the night and I kicked her out the next morning (not literally of course but, well… you know).
So yeah, it was an experience I kinda wanted to just sweep under the rug, but then I thought: you know what? Fuck it, an LR is an LR. We have to show the reality of seduction here in all its blood and glory.
One thing I know for sure though… I’ll never look at a Bloody Mary the same way again.
Warning: This story is kinda gross - not for the squeamish.
Back in early May, I went to visit my friend in a city in the south of Brazil. We were walking through the perfectly-manicured botanical gardens when I spotted a girl sitting by herself reading a book in a gazebo by the cafe. I didn’t feel like in much of an approaching mood that day, but my buddy egged me on, so off I went.
I opened with the classic Gunwitch ex gf opener (which I’ve recently taken a break from using, but back then it was my go-to), and sat down next to her with about a meter distance between us. It was my first and only approach of the day, so it felt stiff and disjointed, but I got an enthusiastic response from her. Her name was Mary (English nickname btw, not her real Portuguese name I think), and she was a student from a nearby city, just visiting for a few days and heading back to her town on the bus that evening.
Given her enthusiastic reaction and the fact that she was here alone, I saw a definite SDL in the cards. But I was staying with my friend, and I wasn't sure whether introducing her to the mix would make the vibe weird or that I'd even have time to bang her. Since I planned to visit her city in a few days anyway, I just got her number and we agreed to meet up when I was there.
So the next week, Mary and I met up in her city. I'd been pinging her every few days with a photo or two, and I had guessed from her investment levels via texting that there was going to be on "it's on" moment when we met. I suggested grabbing drinks in the bohemian part of the city, and she readily agreed.
We met at the metro station and walked. It was chilly, so I had my arm around her pretty quickly, and she leaned into it which was a positive sign of compliance.
Things were a little stiff verbally. She spoke no English, and spoke rapid-fire Portuguese that I could barely understand. I couldn't come up with anything witty or teasing, and I didn't want to risk making a fool of myself attempting my material in Portuguese, so I figured I would have to rely solely on physical escalation for this.
We found a bohemian rock bar and we sat outside with beers. I tried my best to deep dive her on her dreams, passions and values. I had no trouble asking the questions, the problem was I couldn't really understand her answers, which is important because, as Chase wrote in this post about active listening, you ought to take what she says and then repeat it back to her rephrased in your own words so that she feels like you really understood. I struggled with that, so it was a sort of one-sided deep dive.
Still, we made some ground eventually, but after a while I decided I’d better push things forward. I led Mary back inside and we went upstairs where a rock band was about to start playing - the perfect excuse to break the awkwardness and get some physical escalation going.
We danced to the music - lots of grinding, swaying, and mutual caressing. I pretty much knew it was “on" at that point, and after a break in the music, suggested we head back to mine to continue the party with some wine. One quiet taxi ride later, we reached my place, I poured the wine, put on some beats, dimmed the lights and invited her to relax on the bed.
She pretty quickly gave herself over to me - no LMR. We started by making out, then I sucked her neck and slowly, gradually made my way down her body with my tongue, making her moan and squirm. Having recently discovered the awesome pleasure of going down on girls (I used to think it was submissive, but now I realize it's actually a power play - like having access to the main controls!) I decided to go down on her.
I sucked and licked, alternating between a slow horizontal flick of the tongue around the clitoris and an intense whole-mouth attachment with tongue insertion which seems to drive girls crazy (learned from Hector’s video on oral sex - really instructive stuff).
She was moaning like crazy and insanely wet. At least, it felt like she was wet. It was so dark I could only make out the shape of her.
Eventually, I heard her utter the magic word - "condom?" I made her suck me off first, then put it on and went to pound town. As I thrust harder and harder, I began to notice a familiar smell.
Any guy who has been in a LTR knows this shell - the pungent, coppery smell of... menstruation. I looked down and, lo and behold, there was blood spattered ALL OVER our legs and some on the sheets. Jesus Christ.
Now I'm not a particularly squeamish guy, and I'm more than happy to throw down a towel and paint the town red when it's that time of the month. But let me tell you, I damn well gagged in horror when I realized I had just GONE DOWN on a girl ON HER PERIOD.
I rushed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. To my relief, there was no blood on my lips or face. I also didn't taste anything weird, which was peculiar. Perhaps I hadn't gotten any during the cunnilingus, or perhaps I'd already swallowed it… Fucking barf.
I'm not one to leave a job half finished though, so I went back in, threw down the towel and finished pounding her, fighting to keep the imagery out of my mind.
For some reason, I decided not to bring the matter up with her. Things were already verbally awkward between us, and I just couldn't be bothered having any more conversation with her.
Since she lived far away, she stayed the night and I kicked her out the next morning (not literally of course but, well… you know).
So yeah, it was an experience I kinda wanted to just sweep under the rug, but then I thought: you know what? Fuck it, an LR is an LR. We have to show the reality of seduction here in all its blood and glory.
One thing I know for sure though… I’ll never look at a Bloody Mary the same way again.
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