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I've been trying to meet up for a date with Lourdes, who I met before New Year's. I get a text from her yesterday afternoon:
Gotta love the texts women send out of the blue! I thought about this for a little bit and decided to respond in a direct fashion. Here's how the text exchange panned out:
On my way to the coffee shop where we agreed to meet, she texts me, saying that it's really quiet. I arrive, and she repeats this sentiment. We decide to go elsewhere. We take a walk a couple of blocks over to another café. We grab the two remaining seats in the corner of a bar counter. It has just the right level of intimacy: we're sitting pretty close to each other.
We're talking about music (we both like the same type of music) and Lourdes has this twinkle in her eye that just makes me want to kiss her. So at a certain point, probably around 10 minutes in, I get up and lean in to kiss her, but she pulls away, smiling coyly, and says:
She turned her face away, so I got only her cheek as a result. I was determined to not let this reaction affect me negatively, so I played it cool and took two steps back in the process. We kept chatting, I was occasionally brushing her leg, but no touch with hands. Our mugs were becoming empty, so I figured it would be an opportune time to move.
She's being silent for a minute and I recognize that she's giving me the space to lead. I say:
We walk outside and I'm determined not to go to the grocery store with her if it comes to that. I sit down on a bench right outside the coffee shop. She's standing.
I then added after about a minute:
I stand up and tell her to give me her hand, but she says she's cold and is keeping her in her pockets. But she's beginning to follow me.
We get to my car and drive to the spot. The timing is PERFECT. The sun is setting and the water has a beautiful hue. We walk around first and I'm stalling with kissing her. We get back in the car to warm ourselves up and listen to music together (really enjoyed listening to music with her - it's a genre not too many people know about and she gets it). I finally pull the trigger and kiss her. She is really turning me on because she's into the slow, gentle, sensual kiss, as opposed to a sloppy make-out. One thing that I don't like about car kissing is how I have to lean my body over to the passenger's side. Whatever, small price to pay, I guess.
We listen to music, kiss some more and then she asks me if I want to go to the food co-op. I weigh the options and conclude that no harm can be done and actually the food co-op can be a step in the logical progression to her house. She buys the groceries while I space out like a kid in the store. Once we get out of the co-op, she tells me that I don't have to drive her home.
I say:
So we get in, and I know precisely the correct words to say in this situation, except I don't say them for a couple of blocks. Finally:
I park and we get to her apartment. Her roommate and the roommate's dog is there, pretty friendly. Lourdes puts on some music and we hang in the kitchen while she's prepping dinner. I'm just being chill, not physical. At a certain point, I mention it would be cool for us to see a movie (has lots of songs from the genre that we both enjoy). She agrees eagerly. After dinner, she mentions for us to sit on a day bed in the den. Her room is right beyond some glass doors, but she says that it's really messy in there.
We start watching the movie and I take some time to escalate, mostly just kissing. She's leaning on me, but I don't do anything beyond brushing her thighs, her butt, etc. Towards the end of the movie, while she's lying with her back to me, I start to caress her breasts. Finally, I go under the two shirts she's wearing and into the bra and massage around her nipple.
As soon as the movie is over, we start to make-out. All this time, we're out in the den. Although it's dark, we are still in potential view of her roommates should they come out from their rooms. The light is still on in the kitchen. I'm a little bit uncomfortable, a little tense.
I take her hand at a certain point and start to lead.
I don't know If I should have persisted. Maybe I should have said that I was feeling stifled making out on the bed in case the roommates came out...
We just continue on the day-bed.
We continue making out. I'm rubbing her jeans around her genital area. I unbutton the jeans and finger her a little bit. She's starting to pant just a bit. I'm really getting hot, because I'm in my jeans and she also brought a blanket out.
I help her take her jeans off, and she has these thin leggings and long socks on. And here, I tried to flex my Kegels like I read, but I'm just so FUCKING aroused and hot and also nervous from what's to come next that I COME IN MY PANTS!
Fuck my life! haha
What sucks is that I lose most interest in continuing to pleasure her after this happens. I'm kissing her belly and start to make my way down there, but she says:
But I'm half-assing it, I'm not really in the mood. So after a couple of more minutes of kissing, I decide it would be fun to just tell her what happened:
She laughs, we talk and cuddle and kiss for another hour or so. She's getting sleepy and I eventually leave. Looking back, I realize that rapid escalation to sex is probably the best way to avoid this premature ejaculation (don't even know if you can call it that, since we hadn't even started to have sex). Of course, I'm not sure she would have enjoyed the rapid escalation, her demeanor indicated she was into the slow sexual build-up (but maybe this is a limiting belief?)
In the very least, I just should taken my own pants off, this would have relieved some of the tension for me.
It would've been best, of course, had I led her to her room!
If ya'll have any pointers to practice longevity and restraint besides Kegel exercises, please let me know.
Gotta love the texts women send out of the blue! I thought about this for a little bit and decided to respond in a direct fashion. Here's how the text exchange panned out:
me: ....my neighborhood.... Wanna come out here to hang out?
Lourdes: Um, no....Running some errands in ..her neighborhood... over the next few hours, I could maybe meet you there.
me: Sure. Where in the neighborhood will you be?... etc
On my way to the coffee shop where we agreed to meet, she texts me, saying that it's really quiet. I arrive, and she repeats this sentiment. We decide to go elsewhere. We take a walk a couple of blocks over to another café. We grab the two remaining seats in the corner of a bar counter. It has just the right level of intimacy: we're sitting pretty close to each other.
We're talking about music (we both like the same type of music) and Lourdes has this twinkle in her eye that just makes me want to kiss her. So at a certain point, probably around 10 minutes in, I get up and lean in to kiss her, but she pulls away, smiling coyly, and says:
She turned her face away, so I got only her cheek as a result. I was determined to not let this reaction affect me negatively, so I played it cool and took two steps back in the process. We kept chatting, I was occasionally brushing her leg, but no touch with hands. Our mugs were becoming empty, so I figured it would be an opportune time to move.
She's being silent for a minute and I recognize that she's giving me the space to lead. I say:
We walk outside and I'm determined not to go to the grocery store with her if it comes to that. I sit down on a bench right outside the coffee shop. She's standing.
I then added after about a minute:
I stand up and tell her to give me her hand, but she says she's cold and is keeping her in her pockets. But she's beginning to follow me.
We get to my car and drive to the spot. The timing is PERFECT. The sun is setting and the water has a beautiful hue. We walk around first and I'm stalling with kissing her. We get back in the car to warm ourselves up and listen to music together (really enjoyed listening to music with her - it's a genre not too many people know about and she gets it). I finally pull the trigger and kiss her. She is really turning me on because she's into the slow, gentle, sensual kiss, as opposed to a sloppy make-out. One thing that I don't like about car kissing is how I have to lean my body over to the passenger's side. Whatever, small price to pay, I guess.
We listen to music, kiss some more and then she asks me if I want to go to the food co-op. I weigh the options and conclude that no harm can be done and actually the food co-op can be a step in the logical progression to her house. She buys the groceries while I space out like a kid in the store. Once we get out of the co-op, she tells me that I don't have to drive her home.
I say:
So we get in, and I know precisely the correct words to say in this situation, except I don't say them for a couple of blocks. Finally:
I park and we get to her apartment. Her roommate and the roommate's dog is there, pretty friendly. Lourdes puts on some music and we hang in the kitchen while she's prepping dinner. I'm just being chill, not physical. At a certain point, I mention it would be cool for us to see a movie (has lots of songs from the genre that we both enjoy). She agrees eagerly. After dinner, she mentions for us to sit on a day bed in the den. Her room is right beyond some glass doors, but she says that it's really messy in there.
We start watching the movie and I take some time to escalate, mostly just kissing. She's leaning on me, but I don't do anything beyond brushing her thighs, her butt, etc. Towards the end of the movie, while she's lying with her back to me, I start to caress her breasts. Finally, I go under the two shirts she's wearing and into the bra and massage around her nipple.
As soon as the movie is over, we start to make-out. All this time, we're out in the den. Although it's dark, we are still in potential view of her roommates should they come out from their rooms. The light is still on in the kitchen. I'm a little bit uncomfortable, a little tense.
I take her hand at a certain point and start to lead.
I don't know If I should have persisted. Maybe I should have said that I was feeling stifled making out on the bed in case the roommates came out...
We just continue on the day-bed.
We continue making out. I'm rubbing her jeans around her genital area. I unbutton the jeans and finger her a little bit. She's starting to pant just a bit. I'm really getting hot, because I'm in my jeans and she also brought a blanket out.
I help her take her jeans off, and she has these thin leggings and long socks on. And here, I tried to flex my Kegels like I read, but I'm just so FUCKING aroused and hot and also nervous from what's to come next that I COME IN MY PANTS!
Fuck my life! haha
What sucks is that I lose most interest in continuing to pleasure her after this happens. I'm kissing her belly and start to make my way down there, but she says:
But I'm half-assing it, I'm not really in the mood. So after a couple of more minutes of kissing, I decide it would be fun to just tell her what happened:
She laughs, we talk and cuddle and kiss for another hour or so. She's getting sleepy and I eventually leave. Looking back, I realize that rapid escalation to sex is probably the best way to avoid this premature ejaculation (don't even know if you can call it that, since we hadn't even started to have sex). Of course, I'm not sure she would have enjoyed the rapid escalation, her demeanor indicated she was into the slow sexual build-up (but maybe this is a limiting belief?)
In the very least, I just should taken my own pants off, this would have relieved some of the tension for me.
It would've been best, of course, had I led her to her room!
If ya'll have any pointers to practice longevity and restraint besides Kegel exercises, please let me know.
