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Prelude
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
The rising waves have manifested, and the first harvest of the fortune has been taken. My first lay report.
Everything is worth it. Nothing is the same. The possibility is now a reality, and the belief is now a truth.
Such a tide has reached a magnitude of mountainous heights – perhaps even reaching… the clouds. Not Cirrus, yet, no, not close.
But the Elevation, the Rise towards the fantastical fantasies of debaucherous preoccupations. That moment is here with the gale-force winds of a storm of the sexual stimuli.
Delving into the depths of emotion. Swirling into the monsoon of passion with the emblazoned look of pleasure on the face of a beautiful woman – and on the face of a lofty man – is the picture in which I will paint once now and hopefully once more soon and hopefully once more after that until the never-ending pursuit of luscious lust outlives the body that types these little black letters, of which there is also so much meaning for the corresponding mind.
Though, this fair prairie spectacular does not begin at the end.
Allow me to take you on a trip to Lofty World, for the finest adventure this purple novice has ever seen will unfold… from the pushes of my keyboard to the expanses of our imagination.
Enter The Wildflower (The Meet)
The near-brawl that I chronicle in my journal from this past Saturday night has not left me in a state of disarray like my last almost-fight a few weeks ago. Rather, I am quite calm as the hour breaks 2:15 am as I continue my street nightgaming session in my small college town. I do not understand why my furor has not heightened – maybe my efforts regarding state control have paid off. The seducer state is firing, but the bars are now past close, and the streets have already cleared. No matter, the night is not over until my head hits the pillow – I see that creativity is the necessity du jour.
My intuition – or is it my instinct? – voices to me that I must leave this one street where almost all the bars are located. The inner-rumblings are heard, and my legs follow one-after-another towards the picturesque park nearby. My first sight is a man and a woman gleefully saying their farewells amidst a phone number exchange. It is a sweet moment, and I hope this man is aware of Skills’ texting guide.
It brings a smile to my face. I cannot help it. Cute. Sets the mood for a “meet cute” mindset of my own. Noticing my attire once again – a black PUMA sweatshirt, washed slim-fitting jeans, black high-tops, a necklace, and a bracelet – I am reminded that I’m out here for a reason, and there’s no messing about. My 6'0, 160 pound lean frame engages in a deep breath. I calmly readjust my hairband upon my nearly shoulder-length locks. One chance is all it takes.
I pass through the park and into the plaza area. My hope is not lost, but I see that perhaps most approach opportunities have already dissipated into gradually intensifying breeze. That is, until they haven’t.
There. A girl about 100 feet away on the steps in front of a three-story glass-doored building. I can tell from her figure that she is potentially quite nice, but there is something peculiar about her body language. Very odd… she is slumped forward. Not in a relaxed way, but in a way that evokes pangs of worried emotion. There is something wrong. I near, and she does not look towards me.
Revealed by the dim streetlight is the face of a very attractive, svelte brunette with wavy hair like ripples of the Atlantic. She boasts a sleek black crop top revealing a subtle teasing of perky cleavage and light blue boyfriend jeans – a personal favorite of mine. On her feet are black sneakers, and on her face is the smoky makeup style straight out of an assuredly long YouTube tutorial. Her hazel eyes are unique. Not almond-shaped but feline-like almost… the type that draws you in.
However, the magazine cover look is impeded by a dried red stream stemming from her upper left brow to her cheek. Blood… and the flaked redness has tributaries of tears. The source is a small cut above her left eye.
Seducer state temporarily exits, and concerned human state enters. But I do plan on using my verbals to see just what the problem is because she is quite obviously emotional.
I come to her diagonal, and calmly crouch. It is late – about 2:30 am now. Not the best town in general, and certainly not the best situation for a distraught, attractive girl by herself.
This girl will be HBWildflower, a feisty girl rooted into the stems of my brain forever.
All of a sudden, we engage in deep conversation about relationships, social standards, travelling (her parents are missionaries and she has been across Central America with them), faith (her siblings are torn apart by religion), fate (she believes in it), and more. I set a ton of open-mindedness and nonjudgmental frames. The point where the tension really starts to build is when I say this:
Boom. Perceptive insights about her perspective.
Moreover, she’s a smart girl and very coherent. Most of all, she’s clearly feeling better now. This part of the conversation probably lasts for 25 minutes before I decide that she needs to take care of her cut.
I mean, though, I do see the way she’s looking at me.
Strip! (The Unexpected (First) Escalation)
I transition our conversation back towards getting her home. Again, she does not want to go back. Moreover, she doesn’t want to go to the medical center. Even more, she doesn’t want to walk anywhere with her bloodied face in fear that the ever-present cops will see her and ask her what happened – which is something that I still don’t know, either. And her phone is dead, so she can’t contact her friends. I offer my phone, but she doesn’t know any of their phone numbers. Everything is closed and all of the campus buildings are locked, so she can’t even go in there to clean up.
Well, leaving this girl out for the crows doesn’t solve anything for her. What now…?
There’s a subtle rushing sound nearby. That’s right… the fountain. The water fountain with the elegantly tiered spouting.
A bold idea explodes through my brain like a firework. I know how I can help.
Here, I tell her, I have an idea about how we can wash your face. How, she asks. Hmm, I say, just come with me towards the fountain. I extend my hand, she eagerly grabs it, and I lead her to a bench adjacent to the only water source around. She’s intrigued… yeah, so am I. But this is all I’ve got.
I reveal that since we have no rags or anything close, I’ll just use my undershirt as a makeshift one. The expression on her face is one of vivid curiosity and colorful excitement. This is a unique encounter, but we’re both having fun and enjoying the company of one another.
So yeah, here we go. My hoodie flies off, along with my hairband, which HBWildflower generously holds… and she starts chanting, “STRIP! STRIP!” Haha, fun girl.
Then comes the black undershirt - her chants continue – and she sees my lean build and lends a compliment that I ignore. Back comes on the hoodie.
I offer her the chance to put my hairband back in, and she gleefully obliges. But she doesn’t put it on quite right and we have a joyful moment adjusting it together.
Next, I continue this spontaneous ridiculousness by wetting the undershirt in water before returning to the bench. I urge her to brace herself but I know she can handle it because she’s very tough. Her breaths deepen as I move in to gently dab the blood off her face. The cut has stopped bleeding – again, it’s not too bad but should be checked out in the morning – and she thanks me. It becomes an intimate event, and our liminal space blocks out the occasional drunk passerby. HBWildlower leans in with her sultry eyes... and wants to feel the wetness of my tongue next.
But I don’t give her what she wants just yet. Now that I know she’s okay… we arouse and tempt further.
Foliage Frenzy (Pull… and Pull Again)
Expectedly, she doesn’t want to go back to the dorms now even though her face is cleaned. Instead, this adventurous girl hints at going somewhere warm. I’ve won this pretty girl in such a peculiar circumstance… it’s on. Especially after she mentions how cold she is, to which I take my hoodie off once more and put it over her happy flower face. I’m shirtless.
My place is about a thirty-minute walk. Hers isn’t an option. Luckily, I know a very pretty secluded spot nearby.
And there we are. I pull away quickly to tease her. This wild girl tries for more, but I’ve learned my lesson enough times and hold off. Our walk to my escalation spot continues as I give her light touch when she realizes that her phone is not in her back pocket. I double-check. Yep, not there. So we track backwards as I try to keep the vibe strong. She can’t find her phone, but luckily I do, and she thanks me profusely and rambles on how much she likes me and is turned on by my “accent.”
Not to outdo her rambunctiousness, the wild flower runs in front of me and jumps up into my chest. I catch her, and she devours my face as I carry her towards my spot. Hmm, I like how things are developing at this point.
We arrive. I gently lay her down on a bench amidst a secluded courtyard with plenty of aesthetic foliage. Subsequently, I lay down on her.
A heavy make-out ensues. Lots of dirty talking from both sides. She is freaky. There’s a little resistance when I reach under her shirt, but I take a step back to the make-out for more arousal. Works like a charm, and I’m sucking on her pretty nipples in no time. I’m controlling this interaction and working slowly – aiming for Glow’s advice about getting her to the point where she can’t hold back any longer.
HBWildflower continues to rave about how much she likes my “accent” (which is 99% just me talking deeply and slowly). Says it “turns her the fuck on” and begs for me to keep calling her “baby.” Though, I alternate between that and a few other things, like “my dirty little slut.” I do like to be dominant, but for every ounce of dominance is two pounds of sensual loving – that’s what I’m really in this for. Kissing and foreplay are gold to me. I think it’s because of my first real sexual experience that was with a beautiful and absurdly sensual Puerto Rican on the moonlit beach... when we just made out under the stars for hours and hours.
But back to the now. HBWildflower is very experienced. Far more experienced than I am despite being just 18, which is younger than I am. Sexy girl that knows exactly what she’s doing. From a posh area. The good girl gone bad type.
We enjoy our closeness for about 20 minutes before I reach for her pants. She is absolutely soaked through her jeans, which I tease her about. But she resists when I try to undo her belt. I work back more and with much more dirty talk, including a take on the “Submission Gambit,” which she LOVES.
Not a problem with me because I know she’s ready to go. And it is more comfortable in my bed. I call the uber, put my undershirt back on (which is soaked and has a bit of her blood on it… but I’m not going into an uber shirtless), and we’re on our way. I make small-talk with the driver and can tell that she likes seeing me prove my social skills once more. He calls her “my little helper.” Ha.
We reach my place, and there’s no trouble getting this one upstairs. My arm is around her as we enter my apartment.
To Delirium (The Sex)
Upon leading her inside, she rightfully asks if she can charge her phone just as I ask her to take her shoes off. There’s a little bit of a stand-off here as to which is done first, but she submits to my will and removes her shoes. I reward her by plugging her phone in. This naughty girl plops on my couch and begins to rub her pussy, and I come over to kiss her for about one second before picking her up, carrying her into my bedroom, and throwing her onto my bed.
Past 4:00 am now.
The clothes fly off, and indeed it is rather invigorating to remove my own sweatshirt from a girl. She LOVES kissing and foreplay as well, and we enjoy being sensual with each other for a rather long while as she begs for my touch. Remarks how much she loves my body (saying I’m “sexy as fuck”) so that’s nice.
Again, plenty of dirty talk here. She LOVES LOVES it. I basically remembered what I read on a Renegade Hypnotist newsletter (Major_Mark’s thing – I don’t have the very expensive product, just the free newsletter) about how to never stop talking to a girl when intimate. So I did that with a rotation between dominating her, loving her, and evocative descriptions to entice her mind.
“Please seduce me!” she oddly blurts out.
“I already have, “ I reply.
My finger goes inside her drenched pussy and she grabs for my dick. I finger her for a while and get her off – her eyes show me that she’s at my whim. Begs me to fuck her, to which I say that I’ll fuck her when I want to, and I shove my dick in her mouth as I reach in my pillowcase for my condom.
But she is GARBLING me. Like, oh my god. She is a freak. Sucking, licking, and spitting on my member with such enthusiasm that I selflessly decide to let her enjoy it. It’s pretty amazing, really. She is quite good. And I also very much like blowjobs, even though I rarely have gotten off on them. But this girl is different, and she is quite elated when she brings me to orgasm after about 15 minutes of me facefucking her. Continues past the orgasm, swallows it all rather cleanly, and remarks how good it tastes without prompting. Call her a good girl and she thanks me. This girl is awesome.
Slide my finger back inside her amidst her moans and squirming as I recharge. She gets off and is rather excited by gentle choking and slapping. Tries to push me down so she can get on top of me for the first time, but I pull her down instead. I’m surprised when she attempts to slide my dick inside of her. I politely inform her that I do intend on using a condom. She replies that she’s only ever used a condom twice in her life. Okay, yeah, definitely using a condom then.
Though, she starts sucking me off again in either an attempt to convince or rebel. So good… FREAK. Once more brings me to climax with great excitement, except this time I position her in my lap as I sit back against the wall. These were by far the two best orgasms of my life.
More cuddling follows to her delight before it’s finally time to get inside of her (I teach her how to put a condom on HAHA), but not before she beseeches me to “make her shut up” as I stick her thong in her mouth. But this part doesn’t go for too long as I notice her pussy is starting to hurt her now. Doesn’t matter as both of us are extraordinarily satisfied, although I do see that I need to learn more about the pussy itself to manage girls a bit better in the future – there were times when I was probably a bit too rough when fingering her.
When I go back to softy caressing her, she says some nonsensical things. Delirium. So I guess we have a happy customer.
The flower snaps out of it soon. I like the two things that come out of her mouth next:
1. “I love you.”
2. “I feel like you’ll be the guy that I’ll think back on and never forget.”
I just stare at her before kissing her passionately.
Yes. That’s exactly what I want… especially the second comment. With every girl I talk to, that’s exactly what I want.
My Little Wildflower (Post-Sex)
We play with each other enthusiastically until around 7:00 am. To which she asks if she can sleep in my bed, and she has been a good girl, so yeah, why not. I decide check on her cut again, and it’s better but still just deep enough to warrant a professional look, so I make her promise to get it checked out later.
Says she loves me again, and asks if I would be her boyfriend. Again, I just stare at her before kissing her passionately. I would like to see her more – this naughty girl makes for a perfect FB.
But I’m not that naïve… this has ONS written all over it. So I just enjoy her company. She asks if I’ll cuddle with her while we doze because she’s “addicted to cuddling.” Then sarcastically apologizes for not having any clothes on.
It’s okay, baby, I say. I don’t mind.
I call her “my little wildflower” to her smiles and giggles as we drift off into a post-erotic slumber.
We wake around 10:30 to more caressing and fondling. She’s very sore and can’t take too much intensity this morning. All good. Hilariously, I also try to collar her before she admits that she thought I was joking about that. Ha! I don’t pressure her to her gratitude.
Interestingly, a few phone calls are made. Including to her “boyfriend.” Cool thing is that while she’s on the phone with him, I’m sucking on her tits.
She finds a friend for a ride to take her to the university medical center to double-check her cut, which I never got a straight story on what happened, by the way. I snag her phone number before she leaves.
We finish with an intense make-out. She pleads to be called “baby” one more time, and I do after telling her how nice it was to spend time with her. Agreement on both sides.
One more quick kiss, and she thanks me for everything.
And off goes the wind to take her way, a drifting foray from what was to what is to what won’t be.
However, I did find something interesting while cleaning up.
A thong and a scrunchie.
Either excuses to come back or souvenirs.
A Final Note:
This was the hottest girl that I’ve ever done anything with, but even beyond that, I would like to give much thanks to everyone who has helped me reach this point. I never would’ve made it this far if it wasn’t for everyone feeding into me. It’s been a volatile start to my gaming career, but this girl reminded me that it IS all worth it. And more.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
The rising waves have manifested, and the first harvest of the fortune has been taken. My first lay report.
Everything is worth it. Nothing is the same. The possibility is now a reality, and the belief is now a truth.
Such a tide has reached a magnitude of mountainous heights – perhaps even reaching… the clouds. Not Cirrus, yet, no, not close.
But the Elevation, the Rise towards the fantastical fantasies of debaucherous preoccupations. That moment is here with the gale-force winds of a storm of the sexual stimuli.
Delving into the depths of emotion. Swirling into the monsoon of passion with the emblazoned look of pleasure on the face of a beautiful woman – and on the face of a lofty man – is the picture in which I will paint once now and hopefully once more soon and hopefully once more after that until the never-ending pursuit of luscious lust outlives the body that types these little black letters, of which there is also so much meaning for the corresponding mind.
Though, this fair prairie spectacular does not begin at the end.
Allow me to take you on a trip to Lofty World, for the finest adventure this purple novice has ever seen will unfold… from the pushes of my keyboard to the expanses of our imagination.
Enter The Wildflower (The Meet)
The near-brawl that I chronicle in my journal from this past Saturday night has not left me in a state of disarray like my last almost-fight a few weeks ago. Rather, I am quite calm as the hour breaks 2:15 am as I continue my street nightgaming session in my small college town. I do not understand why my furor has not heightened – maybe my efforts regarding state control have paid off. The seducer state is firing, but the bars are now past close, and the streets have already cleared. No matter, the night is not over until my head hits the pillow – I see that creativity is the necessity du jour.
My intuition – or is it my instinct? – voices to me that I must leave this one street where almost all the bars are located. The inner-rumblings are heard, and my legs follow one-after-another towards the picturesque park nearby. My first sight is a man and a woman gleefully saying their farewells amidst a phone number exchange. It is a sweet moment, and I hope this man is aware of Skills’ texting guide.
It brings a smile to my face. I cannot help it. Cute. Sets the mood for a “meet cute” mindset of my own. Noticing my attire once again – a black PUMA sweatshirt, washed slim-fitting jeans, black high-tops, a necklace, and a bracelet – I am reminded that I’m out here for a reason, and there’s no messing about. My 6'0, 160 pound lean frame engages in a deep breath. I calmly readjust my hairband upon my nearly shoulder-length locks. One chance is all it takes.
I pass through the park and into the plaza area. My hope is not lost, but I see that perhaps most approach opportunities have already dissipated into gradually intensifying breeze. That is, until they haven’t.
There. A girl about 100 feet away on the steps in front of a three-story glass-doored building. I can tell from her figure that she is potentially quite nice, but there is something peculiar about her body language. Very odd… she is slumped forward. Not in a relaxed way, but in a way that evokes pangs of worried emotion. There is something wrong. I near, and she does not look towards me.
Revealed by the dim streetlight is the face of a very attractive, svelte brunette with wavy hair like ripples of the Atlantic. She boasts a sleek black crop top revealing a subtle teasing of perky cleavage and light blue boyfriend jeans – a personal favorite of mine. On her feet are black sneakers, and on her face is the smoky makeup style straight out of an assuredly long YouTube tutorial. Her hazel eyes are unique. Not almond-shaped but feline-like almost… the type that draws you in.
However, the magazine cover look is impeded by a dried red stream stemming from her upper left brow to her cheek. Blood… and the flaked redness has tributaries of tears. The source is a small cut above her left eye.
Seducer state temporarily exits, and concerned human state enters. But I do plan on using my verbals to see just what the problem is because she is quite obviously emotional.
I come to her diagonal, and calmly crouch. It is late – about 2:30 am now. Not the best town in general, and certainly not the best situation for a distraught, attractive girl by herself.
This girl will be HBWildflower, a feisty girl rooted into the stems of my brain forever.
Me: Hey there. You know, it’s such a beautiful night out, but that doesn’t mean that it’s been a perfect night for all of us. Are you okay?
HBWildflower (emotional): I’m good…
Me: Hmm… I can tell already that you’re quite tough. Not every girl would be able to sit out here like you are… what happened?
HB (clearly distressed by her problem): Nothing… I’m good…
*I can sense she wants to talk about it*
Me: Here, it hasn’t been the best night for me, either. Let me tell you what happened… maybe it’ll make you feel like you’re not alone.
*perks up and looks towards me – I see the cut more clearly now. It’s not too bad but has not been tended to*
Me: Take a listen to what happened to my friend… so my friend [name] was at the bar tonight. And she called me… and it made me so sad because most men are so disgusting, you know? She told me that she was just trying to have a good time… and relax… like all of us are… and out of nowhere… a random guy walks up to her… and tells her, “You’re coming home with me!”… and starts grabbing her. She said she was so afraid and had to run away… it’s such a shame that women have to deal with creeps like that who don’t understand women.
HB: That doesn’t surprise me at all…
Me: What’s more is that it doesn’t make sense for the men either… because I get the sense that women don’t want to be groped or objectified. They really just seem to want to have a conversation… and get to know you at a DEEPER level… before really OPENING up… you know what I mean?
HB: Uh-huh!
*her facial expression is now much, much happier*
Me: Yeah, I think so, too. And get this… I almost got into a fight tonight as well.
HB: I saw that!
Me: You did?
HB: Uh-huh! I saw it from the other side of the street. That guy was such a pussy for throwing a punch and running away.
*GIRL IS A KEEPER*
Me: I completely agree. Real men don’t do those things… I tried for a peaceful resolution, but oh well. It happens. See? Things just… happen in life… and a bad night can turn into a good night in just an instant. So tell me, are you really okay?
HB: Do you know [name]?
Me: No. Why?
HB: That’s my boyfriend…
Me: Oh… did your boyfriend do this to you?
HB: No…
Me: Well, where is your boyfriend now? Does he know where you are?
HB: No… he’s on a fraternity retreat. It’s kind of fucked up, we’ve been dating for four years but we both have cheated on each other and it just is really hard.
Me: I get that for sure. Relationships are so tough… I’ve been through it… you’ve been through it… celebrities have been through it… sometimes it helps just to talk it out… because we have all these pent-up emotions inside of us… and we really just need a RELEASE sometimes you know?
HB: Yeah! It’s just so tough because we got into a fight last night at the dorms, and I don’t know how it’s going to end up.
Me: Of course, I completely understand. There’s so much uncertainty in the world… it’s like we need something or someone safe and steady to cling to, almost. Where are you headed now?
HB: I was on my way back to the dorms…
Me: Okay, let’s get you back there so you can get your cut checked out.
HB: Noooooooooo! I can’t go back looking like this. What’s your name? Are you in a fraternity?
Me: Lofty, and I’m not… I like the independence that comes from controlling my own life, if you know what I mean.
HB: Yeah I get that! I’m [flower name]!
HBWildflower (emotional): I’m good…
Me: Hmm… I can tell already that you’re quite tough. Not every girl would be able to sit out here like you are… what happened?
HB (clearly distressed by her problem): Nothing… I’m good…
*I can sense she wants to talk about it*
Me: Here, it hasn’t been the best night for me, either. Let me tell you what happened… maybe it’ll make you feel like you’re not alone.
*perks up and looks towards me – I see the cut more clearly now. It’s not too bad but has not been tended to*
Me: Take a listen to what happened to my friend… so my friend [name] was at the bar tonight. And she called me… and it made me so sad because most men are so disgusting, you know? She told me that she was just trying to have a good time… and relax… like all of us are… and out of nowhere… a random guy walks up to her… and tells her, “You’re coming home with me!”… and starts grabbing her. She said she was so afraid and had to run away… it’s such a shame that women have to deal with creeps like that who don’t understand women.
HB: That doesn’t surprise me at all…
Me: What’s more is that it doesn’t make sense for the men either… because I get the sense that women don’t want to be groped or objectified. They really just seem to want to have a conversation… and get to know you at a DEEPER level… before really OPENING up… you know what I mean?
HB: Uh-huh!
*her facial expression is now much, much happier*
Me: Yeah, I think so, too. And get this… I almost got into a fight tonight as well.
HB: I saw that!
Me: You did?
HB: Uh-huh! I saw it from the other side of the street. That guy was such a pussy for throwing a punch and running away.
*GIRL IS A KEEPER*
Me: I completely agree. Real men don’t do those things… I tried for a peaceful resolution, but oh well. It happens. See? Things just… happen in life… and a bad night can turn into a good night in just an instant. So tell me, are you really okay?
HB: Do you know [name]?
Me: No. Why?
HB: That’s my boyfriend…
Me: Oh… did your boyfriend do this to you?
HB: No…
Me: Well, where is your boyfriend now? Does he know where you are?
HB: No… he’s on a fraternity retreat. It’s kind of fucked up, we’ve been dating for four years but we both have cheated on each other and it just is really hard.
Me: I get that for sure. Relationships are so tough… I’ve been through it… you’ve been through it… celebrities have been through it… sometimes it helps just to talk it out… because we have all these pent-up emotions inside of us… and we really just need a RELEASE sometimes you know?
HB: Yeah! It’s just so tough because we got into a fight last night at the dorms, and I don’t know how it’s going to end up.
Me: Of course, I completely understand. There’s so much uncertainty in the world… it’s like we need something or someone safe and steady to cling to, almost. Where are you headed now?
HB: I was on my way back to the dorms…
Me: Okay, let’s get you back there so you can get your cut checked out.
HB: Noooooooooo! I can’t go back looking like this. What’s your name? Are you in a fraternity?
Me: Lofty, and I’m not… I like the independence that comes from controlling my own life, if you know what I mean.
HB: Yeah I get that! I’m [flower name]!
Me: HBWildflower, I can feel something quite… special about you.
HB: What is it?
Me: It’s the way that you compose yourself… the look behind your gaze… what your eyes are saying to me. I can tell that you’ve had some rough times… but always persevered through them… despite your familial and social pressures that have endeavored to hold you back… I sense how tough you are… I can tell that you’ve been through… so… so much.
HB: Thank you for noticing… no one has ever noticed that about me. But I have been through so much…
Me: Well it’s all because we have taken a moment… to get to know each other… to try to understand the meaning behind our words… and DIG DEEP into each other’s brains… to really THRUST ourselves into the THICKNESS of this wonderful conversation… it’s like there’s a vibe between us now… like we understand each other, know what I mean?
HB: Yeah…
HB: What is it?
Me: It’s the way that you compose yourself… the look behind your gaze… what your eyes are saying to me. I can tell that you’ve had some rough times… but always persevered through them… despite your familial and social pressures that have endeavored to hold you back… I sense how tough you are… I can tell that you’ve been through… so… so much.
HB: Thank you for noticing… no one has ever noticed that about me. But I have been through so much…
Me: Well it’s all because we have taken a moment… to get to know each other… to try to understand the meaning behind our words… and DIG DEEP into each other’s brains… to really THRUST ourselves into the THICKNESS of this wonderful conversation… it’s like there’s a vibe between us now… like we understand each other, know what I mean?
HB: Yeah…
Moreover, she’s a smart girl and very coherent. Most of all, she’s clearly feeling better now. This part of the conversation probably lasts for 25 minutes before I decide that she needs to take care of her cut.
I mean, though, I do see the way she’s looking at me.
Strip! (The Unexpected (First) Escalation)
I transition our conversation back towards getting her home. Again, she does not want to go back. Moreover, she doesn’t want to go to the medical center. Even more, she doesn’t want to walk anywhere with her bloodied face in fear that the ever-present cops will see her and ask her what happened – which is something that I still don’t know, either. And her phone is dead, so she can’t contact her friends. I offer my phone, but she doesn’t know any of their phone numbers. Everything is closed and all of the campus buildings are locked, so she can’t even go in there to clean up.
Well, leaving this girl out for the crows doesn’t solve anything for her. What now…?
There’s a subtle rushing sound nearby. That’s right… the fountain. The water fountain with the elegantly tiered spouting.
A bold idea explodes through my brain like a firework. I know how I can help.
Here, I tell her, I have an idea about how we can wash your face. How, she asks. Hmm, I say, just come with me towards the fountain. I extend my hand, she eagerly grabs it, and I lead her to a bench adjacent to the only water source around. She’s intrigued… yeah, so am I. But this is all I’ve got.
I reveal that since we have no rags or anything close, I’ll just use my undershirt as a makeshift one. The expression on her face is one of vivid curiosity and colorful excitement. This is a unique encounter, but we’re both having fun and enjoying the company of one another.
So yeah, here we go. My hoodie flies off, along with my hairband, which HBWildflower generously holds… and she starts chanting, “STRIP! STRIP!” Haha, fun girl.
Then comes the black undershirt - her chants continue – and she sees my lean build and lends a compliment that I ignore. Back comes on the hoodie.
I offer her the chance to put my hairband back in, and she gleefully obliges. But she doesn’t put it on quite right and we have a joyful moment adjusting it together.
Next, I continue this spontaneous ridiculousness by wetting the undershirt in water before returning to the bench. I urge her to brace herself but I know she can handle it because she’s very tough. Her breaths deepen as I move in to gently dab the blood off her face. The cut has stopped bleeding – again, it’s not too bad but should be checked out in the morning – and she thanks me. It becomes an intimate event, and our liminal space blocks out the occasional drunk passerby. HBWildlower leans in with her sultry eyes... and wants to feel the wetness of my tongue next.
But I don’t give her what she wants just yet. Now that I know she’s okay… we arouse and tempt further.
Foliage Frenzy (Pull… and Pull Again)
Expectedly, she doesn’t want to go back to the dorms now even though her face is cleaned. Instead, this adventurous girl hints at going somewhere warm. I’ve won this pretty girl in such a peculiar circumstance… it’s on. Especially after she mentions how cold she is, to which I take my hoodie off once more and put it over her happy flower face. I’m shirtless.
My place is about a thirty-minute walk. Hers isn’t an option. Luckily, I know a very pretty secluded spot nearby.
Me: You know HBWildflower, it’s been such an amazing time, hasn’t it? Things like this don’t happen everyday… like we’ve had such great conversation and gotten to know each other… very… very… quickly. I actually know a pretty… relaxing spot… just a couple minutes away… let’s go there and contuine such a spontaneous encounter to make our nights even more calming.
HB (giggling and taking my hand): Uh-huh! TALKING? Uh-huh!
Me: Yeah, we’ll just talk and enjoy each other’s company like we are now.
*we begin walking and I have my arm around her*
HB: Uh-huh! TALKING? You mean SEX??!!?
Me: No, I actually don’t like sex.
HB: Right! You don’t like sex?
Me: Yeah, I only like GOOD sex. And that’s so rare to find. It’s like so many people don’t really know how to PUSH ALL THE RIGHT BUTTONS… and especially for women. It must be so frustrating to put up with men who have no idea what they’re doing… and leave it all up to the women to make it exciting or even beg for favors… it’s so unfair, like GOOD sex is much more of a thing where both people act in unison… like an erotic dance… where you both know what the next move of the other will be… and the sensuality simply flows together like a river of passion.
*makes out with me*
HB (giggling and taking my hand): Uh-huh! TALKING? Uh-huh!
Me: Yeah, we’ll just talk and enjoy each other’s company like we are now.
*we begin walking and I have my arm around her*
HB: Uh-huh! TALKING? You mean SEX??!!?
Me: No, I actually don’t like sex.
HB: Right! You don’t like sex?
Me: Yeah, I only like GOOD sex. And that’s so rare to find. It’s like so many people don’t really know how to PUSH ALL THE RIGHT BUTTONS… and especially for women. It must be so frustrating to put up with men who have no idea what they’re doing… and leave it all up to the women to make it exciting or even beg for favors… it’s so unfair, like GOOD sex is much more of a thing where both people act in unison… like an erotic dance… where you both know what the next move of the other will be… and the sensuality simply flows together like a river of passion.
*makes out with me*
Not to outdo her rambunctiousness, the wild flower runs in front of me and jumps up into my chest. I catch her, and she devours my face as I carry her towards my spot. Hmm, I like how things are developing at this point.
We arrive. I gently lay her down on a bench amidst a secluded courtyard with plenty of aesthetic foliage. Subsequently, I lay down on her.
A heavy make-out ensues. Lots of dirty talking from both sides. She is freaky. There’s a little resistance when I reach under her shirt, but I take a step back to the make-out for more arousal. Works like a charm, and I’m sucking on her pretty nipples in no time. I’m controlling this interaction and working slowly – aiming for Glow’s advice about getting her to the point where she can’t hold back any longer.
HBWildflower continues to rave about how much she likes my “accent” (which is 99% just me talking deeply and slowly). Says it “turns her the fuck on” and begs for me to keep calling her “baby.” Though, I alternate between that and a few other things, like “my dirty little slut.” I do like to be dominant, but for every ounce of dominance is two pounds of sensual loving – that’s what I’m really in this for. Kissing and foreplay are gold to me. I think it’s because of my first real sexual experience that was with a beautiful and absurdly sensual Puerto Rican on the moonlit beach... when we just made out under the stars for hours and hours.
But back to the now. HBWildflower is very experienced. Far more experienced than I am despite being just 18, which is younger than I am. Sexy girl that knows exactly what she’s doing. From a posh area. The good girl gone bad type.
We enjoy our closeness for about 20 minutes before I reach for her pants. She is absolutely soaked through her jeans, which I tease her about. But she resists when I try to undo her belt. I work back more and with much more dirty talk, including a take on the “Submission Gambit,” which she LOVES.
Me: Baby… do you know what REALLY GETS ME GOING?
HB: Keep calling me baby… please…
Me: Women who are submissive…
HB: … you like women who are submissive?
Me: Yes… I like women who are submissive. But not to men… but to their own desires. I absolutely adore women who are able to… let everything go… all of their worries… all of their inhibitions… and just focus on what they are feeling in the NOW… like how my skin is rubbing against your soft skin… how my lips are teasing your supple lips… I’m so happy that you’re losing control and trusting yourself… and me… baby.
HB: Oh my god please never stop calling me baby and I am so fucking submissive.
Me: Have you ever had a collar on you?
HB: Yeah…
Me: And a leash?
HB: Yeah… hey I’m getting a little cold now, can we go to your place? I’ll Venmo you for the uber ride.
Me: Hmm… maybe if you ask me… VERY nicely.
HB: Can we please go to your place so you can fuck me where it's warm?
Me:
HB: Keep calling me baby… please…
Me: Women who are submissive…
HB: … you like women who are submissive?
Me: Yes… I like women who are submissive. But not to men… but to their own desires. I absolutely adore women who are able to… let everything go… all of their worries… all of their inhibitions… and just focus on what they are feeling in the NOW… like how my skin is rubbing against your soft skin… how my lips are teasing your supple lips… I’m so happy that you’re losing control and trusting yourself… and me… baby.
HB: Oh my god please never stop calling me baby and I am so fucking submissive.
Me: Have you ever had a collar on you?
HB: Yeah…
Me: And a leash?
HB: Yeah… hey I’m getting a little cold now, can we go to your place? I’ll Venmo you for the uber ride.
Me: Hmm… maybe if you ask me… VERY nicely.
HB: Can we please go to your place so you can fuck me where it's warm?
Me:
We reach my place, and there’s no trouble getting this one upstairs. My arm is around her as we enter my apartment.
To Delirium (The Sex)
Upon leading her inside, she rightfully asks if she can charge her phone just as I ask her to take her shoes off. There’s a little bit of a stand-off here as to which is done first, but she submits to my will and removes her shoes. I reward her by plugging her phone in. This naughty girl plops on my couch and begins to rub her pussy, and I come over to kiss her for about one second before picking her up, carrying her into my bedroom, and throwing her onto my bed.
Past 4:00 am now.
The clothes fly off, and indeed it is rather invigorating to remove my own sweatshirt from a girl. She LOVES kissing and foreplay as well, and we enjoy being sensual with each other for a rather long while as she begs for my touch. Remarks how much she loves my body (saying I’m “sexy as fuck”) so that’s nice.
Again, plenty of dirty talk here. She LOVES LOVES it. I basically remembered what I read on a Renegade Hypnotist newsletter (Major_Mark’s thing – I don’t have the very expensive product, just the free newsletter) about how to never stop talking to a girl when intimate. So I did that with a rotation between dominating her, loving her, and evocative descriptions to entice her mind.
“Please seduce me!” she oddly blurts out.
“I already have, “ I reply.
My finger goes inside her drenched pussy and she grabs for my dick. I finger her for a while and get her off – her eyes show me that she’s at my whim. Begs me to fuck her, to which I say that I’ll fuck her when I want to, and I shove my dick in her mouth as I reach in my pillowcase for my condom.
But she is GARBLING me. Like, oh my god. She is a freak. Sucking, licking, and spitting on my member with such enthusiasm that I selflessly decide to let her enjoy it. It’s pretty amazing, really. She is quite good. And I also very much like blowjobs, even though I rarely have gotten off on them. But this girl is different, and she is quite elated when she brings me to orgasm after about 15 minutes of me facefucking her. Continues past the orgasm, swallows it all rather cleanly, and remarks how good it tastes without prompting. Call her a good girl and she thanks me. This girl is awesome.
Slide my finger back inside her amidst her moans and squirming as I recharge. She gets off and is rather excited by gentle choking and slapping. Tries to push me down so she can get on top of me for the first time, but I pull her down instead. I’m surprised when she attempts to slide my dick inside of her. I politely inform her that I do intend on using a condom. She replies that she’s only ever used a condom twice in her life. Okay, yeah, definitely using a condom then.
Though, she starts sucking me off again in either an attempt to convince or rebel. So good… FREAK. Once more brings me to climax with great excitement, except this time I position her in my lap as I sit back against the wall. These were by far the two best orgasms of my life.
More cuddling follows to her delight before it’s finally time to get inside of her (I teach her how to put a condom on HAHA), but not before she beseeches me to “make her shut up” as I stick her thong in her mouth. But this part doesn’t go for too long as I notice her pussy is starting to hurt her now. Doesn’t matter as both of us are extraordinarily satisfied, although I do see that I need to learn more about the pussy itself to manage girls a bit better in the future – there were times when I was probably a bit too rough when fingering her.
When I go back to softy caressing her, she says some nonsensical things. Delirium. So I guess we have a happy customer.
The flower snaps out of it soon. I like the two things that come out of her mouth next:
1. “I love you.”
2. “I feel like you’ll be the guy that I’ll think back on and never forget.”
I just stare at her before kissing her passionately.
Yes. That’s exactly what I want… especially the second comment. With every girl I talk to, that’s exactly what I want.
My Little Wildflower (Post-Sex)
We play with each other enthusiastically until around 7:00 am. To which she asks if she can sleep in my bed, and she has been a good girl, so yeah, why not. I decide check on her cut again, and it’s better but still just deep enough to warrant a professional look, so I make her promise to get it checked out later.
Says she loves me again, and asks if I would be her boyfriend. Again, I just stare at her before kissing her passionately. I would like to see her more – this naughty girl makes for a perfect FB.
But I’m not that naïve… this has ONS written all over it. So I just enjoy her company. She asks if I’ll cuddle with her while we doze because she’s “addicted to cuddling.” Then sarcastically apologizes for not having any clothes on.
It’s okay, baby, I say. I don’t mind.
I call her “my little wildflower” to her smiles and giggles as we drift off into a post-erotic slumber.
We wake around 10:30 to more caressing and fondling. She’s very sore and can’t take too much intensity this morning. All good. Hilariously, I also try to collar her before she admits that she thought I was joking about that. Ha! I don’t pressure her to her gratitude.
Interestingly, a few phone calls are made. Including to her “boyfriend.” Cool thing is that while she’s on the phone with him, I’m sucking on her tits.
She finds a friend for a ride to take her to the university medical center to double-check her cut, which I never got a straight story on what happened, by the way. I snag her phone number before she leaves.
We finish with an intense make-out. She pleads to be called “baby” one more time, and I do after telling her how nice it was to spend time with her. Agreement on both sides.
One more quick kiss, and she thanks me for everything.
And off goes the wind to take her way, a drifting foray from what was to what is to what won’t be.
However, I did find something interesting while cleaning up.
A thong and a scrunchie.
Either excuses to come back or souvenirs.
A Final Note:
This was the hottest girl that I’ve ever done anything with, but even beyond that, I would like to give much thanks to everyone who has helped me reach this point. I never would’ve made it this far if it wasn’t for everyone feeding into me. It’s been a volatile start to my gaming career, but this girl reminded me that it IS all worth it. And more.
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