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Destiny is a concept that my mind has been occupied with for a long time. I don't know where I first heard the term; likely in one of the numerous fantasy novels I read as a young boy. Or perhaps watching The Empire Strikes Back. I do know that I once believed I was special, and that great things were in store for my life. Destined.
This might not seem very unique of a young kid, especially in my Western culture. Yet I've never met anyone who has "being special" so central to their being. I attribute a good amount of this to being utterly doted on the first 5 years of my life by my mother. But I think it extends beyond that.
I once heard a story of a boy who, like me, was doted by his mother throughout his childhood. It was imbibed in him that he would go on to do great things and that the world was his for the taking. And instead of hitting a wall and feeling the cold reality seep in once he got to the real world and started trying stuff out, he flourished and was exceptional at everything he did. It was as if through sheer force of ego he leapt and danced where others merely took a stroll. It is never made clear if this boy, who went on to as a man achieve godlike power, was inherently that insanely gifted or if his success stemmed solely from his ego somehow. Though just a story, it made me wonder...
The Girl
Matched with a qt3.141 on Tinder. And guess what her name is? Destiny. 18 years old, 5'2", heavenly dark brown hair, tight sexy body, probing hazel eyes, like mine, and a smile that can melt icebergs. Curious/Inquisitive girl. Just my type. Spanish/European heritage (Spain, not Aztec/Mayan/whatever). That day I was feeling experimental. Her bio read, "My best friend made me try this out", so I opened with:
She responds well, we get into conversation, and I'm framing her as my future trophy wife and telling her what she needs to do to seduce me and get me to stay around, and stuff like that I'll buy her the board game Operation when she tells me wants to be a surgeon and can't be my trophy wife. Really stupid stuff, but she was about it. On a high point I invite her for coffee, and we set it up. But she has hesitations. She is new to tinder, doesn't have a car, and after I feel her out she sends a couple messages about how meeting a stranger far from her campus really scares her. I am very understanding. The perfect salesman. I vibe with her, work on each of her objections in a cool way, and we reset the date for her campus in a very public place, and drinks are on her since I'm ubering. I give her my number, she's flirty about it, then I go to sleep. Next morning she's texting me and sending me pics.
We talk throughout the day, and at one point she asks me what I'm looking for on tinder. Now, if you know what you are doing, you want to manipulate the interaction so that you don't get asked this. BUT, if you really know what you're doing, you can do the opposite and finesse your attainability. What I did was tell her I understand her wanting to know, and that its more of an in person talk. Then, because she's an 18 year old, ask what she is looking for, and then mirror her response (in a genuine way. Done best, you're showcasing aspects of yourself). This little interaction does so many things, such as getting her to overextend her hand, invest, follow your lead, set attainability where you want it, and more. One thing to note is that this isn't calculated, its very natural and semi-conscious.
We talk some more, I keep getting her comfortable with me, and at one point she sends a pic showing her shoulders which I turn into a chase frame, setting the vibe sexual. Love when girls give those little opportunities. We keep talking and she more and more admits how excited she is for coffee. Texting can be powerful at generating investment, something I've been on both sides of. Things are getting hot.
Friday night (our date was set for Sunday) I can tell she is getting impatient to see me. I frame her as insinuating she wants to come over off a comment she made, and she feels caught and we start flirting with the idea of hanging out tonight. I ping her logistics, then when they aren't ideal both suggest my place and bring up her old objections in an understanding manner (which is really just a tactic of leading). I then convince her to come.
I set up my room, lotion my face, throw some cologne on, and fix my hair. Destiny eventually arrives. I meet her in the lobby, give her a warm hug, and then play it cool. She comments how tall I am. Bring her back while doing some talking for the transition, then give her a small tour after taking shoes off at the door and offering her water. We both know we are going to hook up, but I as always want everything to go special.
Take Destiny upstairs, talk for a bit, light incidental touch, then BOOM, spontaneous kiss. She's caught off guard in a good way. Back to conversation, she's confused and giggling, I'm calm and collected, then another spontaneous kiss. Then another. We start making out, and I dial up the passion and start using all the techniques I've learned over the years. She didn't stand a chance. I take my time, lightly biting her lips and worshiping her neck, especially where her jaw meets her neck. Hands rubbing all over, going back and forth between soft/tingly and firm and passionate. Kiss all over her lower neck, down to her breasts, tease her nipples a bit, then give them a turn, then slowly 2 steps forward 1 step back my way down her waist to her inner thighs and pussy. Also backtrack to her lips to fractionate. The way she is getting into it I know objectively just how much I am rocking her world, how far beyond anything she's experienced I am. I eat her out like it's my last meal, and take her to such a plane of delight. Then I'm inside her. She feels amazing.
We go on to have one hell of a session. I'll spare the details, but it was powerful. We have a lot of chemistry. During breaks we talk a lot and connect, and are in awe of each other. This lasts for almost 4 hours, and eventually we try to go to sleep holding each other. But neither of us can sleep, so we spend the rest of the night just talking. Destiny is so affectionate. I joke how we must have kissed 300 times this night, and lovingly tease her for being such an 18 year old. Joke that this is our "0th date", and how awesome I am for not needing a date to seal the deal and how this must be part of her plan to become my trophy wife. And so many other things, but it would take too long to think of them all. What's important is that value and attainability could not be better. I am her ideal, and honestly she is of the essence of my ideal. Insane chemistry. I find out a lot about her, and let her just fall for me.
I have her leave around 7:30. We text throughout the day, and she is dying to see me again. I can tell I'm the only thing she can think about. I set up her coming over on Sunday for our "first date". Sunday she arrives at 11, having gotten up early and ridden the bus for an hour to get here. We then have the most incredible sex. It was otherworldy... at one point Des tells me this is the best sex she has ever had BY FAR. Paragons of passion, I use every page in the book, and she matches and complements me. My absolute FAVORITE part was adapted missionary, but with her head extended off the bed held in my hands, and staring into her soul as I ravaged her. Her just utterly under my thrall, looking oh so beautiful. We both keep telling each other over and over and over how hot we find each other.
Afterwards we shower, then get dressed and take a motorized scooter down to one of my favorite restaurants. At first she is afraid but I hold her and take it easy. It's essentially the same effect as riding a motorcycle with a girl. We split a burrito and talk and vibe and I keep the conversation on her. We then head back, start Wedding Crashers snuggled up together, and before long have more super passionate sex. Des is so beyond adorable with me inside her, making intense faces and giggling and showering me with kisses and just totally out of her mind loving it. I have work later, but we grab dinner before parting. We're both exhausted. We text a little more that night, and she tells me how special she thinks I am and how scared she is.
We text some more today and set up her coming over one more time tomorrow before I go home for Thanksgiving.
This is the most passionate start to a relationship I've had. She checks off a lot of my boxes. It's still too early to know a lot, but the potential is there in spades and the groundwork has been laid perfectly (hows that for a double entendre?).
Conclusion
Growing up, knowing I was destined for great things, knowing I would reach heights most men would never fathom... I have put this girl under a spell of such potency that she will NEVER recover from it... and this is only just the beginning. Here's the thing that sets me apart from everyone else who thought they were great and had those thoughts shattered by the real world: my ego never broke. I endured metaphorical winters to preserve my own sense of self when faced with failure after failure. I KNEW what I could be capable of, and through sheer will I have begun to reach it... I am just a man, not inherently that special at all, but through pure, invincible ego, exceptionality is all but guaranteed. From a young age I knew was destined to become a lady killer, destined to push the boundaries of seduction beyond what most everyone could begin to understand, destined to overcome all aspects of myself in getting there... and here I am, well into that journey. Young me would be very content. I don't know what's going to happen with Des or the two FBs I currently have. What matters is I know I am the god in my own history, the master of my destiny, and as I continue to grow in understanding of that quote I started this off with, I will continue to bend this world to my will.
