It was a day after New Year’s – the second of the year. From the prior evening, she had called me twice and I saved her number and then messaged her at about 9m. The text went thus:
“Hey bbz, hope you’re good. When are you free this week? Let me know so that we set up to have those snacks.
-IB”
And up till 4pm, I didn’t get any reply so I called the number, it rang but she didn’t pick. In lieu of this, I sent a text to follow-up:
“Hey, didn’t hear back on time/date. The ball is in your court now. J
-IB”
After this, I relaxed on the couch and kept listening to music. The evening drew near then she called me. I picked up and she said she was just closing from work and that she would be off duty the next day. I then asked her about the text response to know if she were free later today or tomorrow. She immediately stated she was free “today” – we agreed to meet an hour later.
At 8 o’clock, after having cleaned up my room, I was now waiting to get cash from the ATM. Amidst the long queue; I hoped it would get to my turn before the machine ran out of cash as three ATMs had just done, I dropped a text to this babe thus:
“I’m a bit late. Will be there in fifteen minutes.”
Then I called and no one picked up. Shortly after, I cashed out, got some can coke and Royal Challenge. She had not replied so I dashed quickly to my house and left the things with my gate officer to keep in the fridge for me; all except the whisky – which I left in my front pocket.
When I arrived at our agreed meeting point, I surveyed the area, noticing it seemed quite the place for me with dim lighting soft music and drinks out the bar - they even threw in some food for people to grab. Still she wasn’t there.
Fast forward thirty minutes and she was calling me, letting me know that she couldn’t find the place but was well on her way. I hung up after leaving a good bit of direction info and kept talking to this new pal of the night who had been confiding in me about his taste in women and his disgust at the K23 bar. Goodness! This K23 bar was the bar I had asked her to meet me but I zipped my lips and enquired as to why. He said: “It’s a bit too open and makes me feel somehow about those who know me that may see me there.” As he said that, a coin dropped in my heart. This revelation made me re-access that my girl didn’t all the distraction that this new trendy bar had but a more sullen and quiet spot especially since she was just off from work. My pal didn’t know how much he had helped me but I made him feel welcome by listening to his story and trying to relate as much as I could. At a certain point, I gave him a brisk goodbye then once we had walked up the street a certain distance, we parted ways. Not long after, the girl showed up and now... I had a plan B up my sleeve.
She walked right across the street to me beaming with a smile and positioned herself by my side. I told her she was late and asked which area she lived at: basically we chit-chat (will expand this in a later post), a short while we were at my house and drinking. She was tipsy and I was also. She took off her clothes and I was ready for her. Last minute resistance occurred and it was a battle to scale that fence. Finally I penetrated with just the tip - pulled back after hearing her moan. Then she asked what sort of relationship we were in and where we were going, it behoves me to say that my precedence may have some chinks in its armour.
Lessons Learned:
+ Put my dick in her first before grabbing a condom. This not only secures it to her that one has penetrated; it also releases every other inhibition she may have had to go all the way.
+ Don’t trust that she would drink the alcohol so keep drinking and when you’re okay, stop. She can’t be forced and she also has to be aware of herself.
+ No foreplay at all. You are not yet lovers, she might quickly get satisfied by that and lock up shop. Save the foreplay for when you’ve been inside her once or twice, Fingering and licking is out of the question too. Jut my dick should work and my hands to keep her breasts busy.
+ Don’t let her go! Stick with it till you breach the last resistance or she screams and runs off.
+ Let her go when she is trying to. Make it like a pull-push-pull. This is a bit of a tight rope. You have to not need her and communicate by your open body language that she has the liberty to leave if she wants to.
+ Have cash for her transport back to her place in case she used her last cash to come find you.
All the best,
Skinman
“Hey bbz, hope you’re good. When are you free this week? Let me know so that we set up to have those snacks.
-IB”
And up till 4pm, I didn’t get any reply so I called the number, it rang but she didn’t pick. In lieu of this, I sent a text to follow-up:
“Hey, didn’t hear back on time/date. The ball is in your court now. J
-IB”
After this, I relaxed on the couch and kept listening to music. The evening drew near then she called me. I picked up and she said she was just closing from work and that she would be off duty the next day. I then asked her about the text response to know if she were free later today or tomorrow. She immediately stated she was free “today” – we agreed to meet an hour later.
At 8 o’clock, after having cleaned up my room, I was now waiting to get cash from the ATM. Amidst the long queue; I hoped it would get to my turn before the machine ran out of cash as three ATMs had just done, I dropped a text to this babe thus:
“I’m a bit late. Will be there in fifteen minutes.”
Then I called and no one picked up. Shortly after, I cashed out, got some can coke and Royal Challenge. She had not replied so I dashed quickly to my house and left the things with my gate officer to keep in the fridge for me; all except the whisky – which I left in my front pocket.
When I arrived at our agreed meeting point, I surveyed the area, noticing it seemed quite the place for me with dim lighting soft music and drinks out the bar - they even threw in some food for people to grab. Still she wasn’t there.
Fast forward thirty minutes and she was calling me, letting me know that she couldn’t find the place but was well on her way. I hung up after leaving a good bit of direction info and kept talking to this new pal of the night who had been confiding in me about his taste in women and his disgust at the K23 bar. Goodness! This K23 bar was the bar I had asked her to meet me but I zipped my lips and enquired as to why. He said: “It’s a bit too open and makes me feel somehow about those who know me that may see me there.” As he said that, a coin dropped in my heart. This revelation made me re-access that my girl didn’t all the distraction that this new trendy bar had but a more sullen and quiet spot especially since she was just off from work. My pal didn’t know how much he had helped me but I made him feel welcome by listening to his story and trying to relate as much as I could. At a certain point, I gave him a brisk goodbye then once we had walked up the street a certain distance, we parted ways. Not long after, the girl showed up and now... I had a plan B up my sleeve.
She walked right across the street to me beaming with a smile and positioned herself by my side. I told her she was late and asked which area she lived at: basically we chit-chat (will expand this in a later post), a short while we were at my house and drinking. She was tipsy and I was also. She took off her clothes and I was ready for her. Last minute resistance occurred and it was a battle to scale that fence. Finally I penetrated with just the tip - pulled back after hearing her moan. Then she asked what sort of relationship we were in and where we were going, it behoves me to say that my precedence may have some chinks in its armour.
Lessons Learned:
+ Put my dick in her first before grabbing a condom. This not only secures it to her that one has penetrated; it also releases every other inhibition she may have had to go all the way.
+ Don’t trust that she would drink the alcohol so keep drinking and when you’re okay, stop. She can’t be forced and she also has to be aware of herself.
+ No foreplay at all. You are not yet lovers, she might quickly get satisfied by that and lock up shop. Save the foreplay for when you’ve been inside her once or twice, Fingering and licking is out of the question too. Jut my dick should work and my hands to keep her breasts busy.
+ Don’t let her go! Stick with it till you breach the last resistance or she screams and runs off.
+ Let her go when she is trying to. Make it like a pull-push-pull. This is a bit of a tight rope. You have to not need her and communicate by your open body language that she has the liberty to leave if she wants to.
+ Have cash for her transport back to her place in case she used her last cash to come find you.
All the best,
Skinman