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Maybe I should been a novelist, hahahaha
As a preface, I've been working on getting better with women for quite a while....but many stops and starts. I always seem to be to "in my head" and not relaxed and in the moment. Trying to work on social circle stuff until I find a place closer to civilization. I have horrible logistics, living about 50 miles from Savannah, Ga. I regularly hang out with some people who I've befriended through work(liquor store manager.)
I've been really focusing on every aspect of game, having not turned on my TV for a couple of months, constantly reading/listening to others' perspectives(no offense Chase, but I'm an eclectic learner), body language, voice tone, Alpha Male mindsets, Affirmations, flirting techniques, conversational tactics, etc.
I still have ludicrously outrageous Approach Anxiety, which has hindered my inner game.
With all that bullshit out the way, Saturday night a buddy was having his Birthday party. All my friends are voracious party animals even though they're in the 36-40 year old range(I'm 36) I rarely drink, but still like hanging with them because they're a blast to be around. Party starts at 7, but I show up a bit after 8....because I know this party will last until 3 or 4 in the morning.
As I walk in, I notice my friend-girl B talking to this girl K, who I know casually as she used to come in the liquor store when she lived in this neighborhood. Since being separated from her husband, I haven't seen her. I approach, cool as a motherfucker. B introduces us and we all begin talking...then I notice it K is playing with her hair when speaking to me... BOOM!!!!!! game on, play it cool bud, and she's all yours.
Old me would be constantly following her around like a puppy dog and trying to force rapport, but not Me version 2.0. I talked to all my friends and just had a great time at the party, occasionally talking with her when we happened to be in proximity. However, did observe her actions when talking to the other couple of single guys. She was being flirty, but I did not notice her touching her hair while talking to any of them. B)
Intertwined throughout the whole night is teasing, playful banter and flirting. Some usual chit-chat about places she's worked before(bars mostly) she says I look familiar. My reply,"I have one of those familiar faces," with a smirk. Then I reveal that I used to be a die-hard bar hopper and she probably has seen me before, albeit 14-15 years ago.
A bit later we happened to be alone by one of the fire pits, and she began venting about her husband :/ I let her vent without interrupting for a moment, when she reached a stopping point, I changed the subject,"I'm thinking about traveling, If you could wake up anywhere in the world tomorrow, where would it be?"
I saw her light up, as she did a lot of traveling before she was married and had kids. She had been all over Europe, but never Greece, we expounded on that for a bit. Then she says her dream vacation is Bora Bora. I've heard the name, but don't really know much about it. She pulls her chair closer to mine and pulls up pictures of Bora Bora on her phone to show me.
I then ask what's the most exciting, heart racing, pulse-pounding thing she's ever done. I'm not ready for her response that she was drug mule back in her early 20's and her boyfriend at the time got caught, but she walked away without getting arrested. yadda, yadda.
I tell her mine was the impromptu motorcycle ride to Atlanta my friend and I took. 2 1/2 hours for what is normally a 4 hour trip. I describe in vivid detail about how about what it feels like to stay in triple digit MPH while blasting through curves. She says"so I'm going to see you soon to pay your super speeder fine" as she works for the Dept of Driver services. Coolly, I say that the couple of times I've been pulled over for 100+MPH, that I've talked my way out of tickets and jail time.
In GA 100+ is an automatically arrestable offense. She exclaims that she has a helmet and jacket and hasn't been for a ride in quite a few years. I tease her,"you fishing for me to agree to take you for a ride?" instead of the easy sexual innuendo having to do with "riding"
A bit later the Birthday boy and me break out the guitars, and subject of music comes up. It is one of my passions and I have an expansive knowledge about the history and influential musical movements and artists/musicians throughout history. She says something that could be easily taken the wrong way about my musical influences, and I Ask,"what's that supposed to mean?" responding quickly, she says I seem like the kind of person who has broad musical tastes. She tests me, "do you know who Ella Fitzgerald is?" I kind of react to this test in a qualifying way,"of course" but then throw her "how about Big Mama Thornton?"(the "mother" of Rock n Roll) She Qualifies herself back excitedly."Yes, I love the blues!"
We play a few songs that everyone knows and sings along to having a great time.
A bit later she wants to play a game of 8 Ball(My bud has a pool table in his garage), and I agree. She says to take it easy on her as she's no good when she's this drunk. in between every shot, she approaches me and gets close. I think about making a move, but remain cool as there are others watching and don't want set off her anti-slut defense. She says she is going to distract me with her tits. "Bring it on, another woman did that to me the other day and I still kicked her ass."(this actually did happen, no nakedness, A friend just bent down and set her clothed tits on the pocket I was shooting at.) They're bulging out of her shirt and giving that bottom button hell. It's kind of been the running joke of the night.
I'm not trying to kick the crap out of her, but my confidence is kickin' like Bruce Lee. I've got the 12 ball and the 8 ball left, and the 12 is sitting pretty much in the pocket. "I though you were gonna take it easy on me!" With a smirk, I responded,"I'll just have to make it more difficult for myself." and smoothly put my left hand behind my back and began to line up my shot one-handed. It looks cool and cocky, but isn't really difficult as long as the cue ball is close to the rail. This pisses her off something awful and she slams the 12 ball in the pocket with her hand, says something and stormed out of the garage. I remain unaffected and don't move until she gone. Everyone else was roaring with laughter.
Old me would have chased her outside, but I stayed there and played another round or two with my bud. Some time later, everyone decided to head out to the fire. She was sitting there, and I somewhat ignored her. It was after 3 AM, and I had to work the next day. Told everyone I was leaving soon, but still kept bullshitting about this and that.
About 4 AM, I said, "Guys I gotta GTFO, and get to bed, have a long day tomorrow." K says, "I'm about to go stay at so and so's house." she's not driving out of the neighborhood.
I make sure to walk out of the house just a bit before she does. I'm at the end of the driveway when I hear the door open.....all I can think of is this:
"you miss 100% of the shots you don't take" Wayne Gretzky
I set my guitar down, spin and walk up to her. "I didn't mean to piss you off with the one handed shot, I just like to play around sometimes"
Her"Yadda, yadda" (honestly don't remember what she said here)
She was close and I just said to myself "FUCK IT!" and went for the kiss. She was fucking ready for that! She responded with a bit of tongue, then bit my lip! "hmmm, you like it rough." I said seductively. "yes" she replies
As I said before, I live in a remote location, so since she was too intoxicated to drive, leave her car there, go to her place and drop her off in the morning.
It's about ten minutes to her house, and I try to keep the topics light.
We get there and she remembers about all this laundry on the bed. I just be cool and wait on the couch. when she returns we begin kissing, biting my lip once more while she straddling me. I pull her shirt off and thrust my face in between her tits. she tilts her head back and smoothly I just pull her bra down. I push the together with my face in the middle. she unclips her bra and gets off me to remove her boots. I do the same. She lays back on the couch and I climb on top of her. kissing her while rubbing her clit through her jeans. This doesn't last long. we get up and she heads straight for the bedroom, wiggling her ass, I mean really strutting her stuff.
Her jeans are off and she's in bed in seconds, it seems like it takes me an eternity to remove my sweater and jeans. I pile them on the floor and crawl on top of her
We’re kissing passionately while I begin to rub her clit. Her body is already moving in that seductive heaving rhythm. Slowly my fingers make their way into her pussy. It’s a bit wet, but I want it sopping before I get inside her. Massaging her clit with my thumb, I insert my ring and middle finger. After this and some kissing, I move my head down to her pussy. I lick and suck like madman. When I feel she’s wet enough, I back off and slide my engorged cock inside her. I do the adapted missionary for a bit, back off and throw her legs over my shoulders, not to hard yet as I just want to get her warmed up real good.
I pull out and she must know what I’m thinking, because she just gets on her knees and lets me go doggystyle. She’s face down in a pillow while I’m going to town, but slow it up for a minute or two while kissing her neck.
Time to test out the freak waters. I pull out and slide face down and shove it between her ass cheeks. My tongue dances around her asshole and when I push it inside, she calmly says”,you can do anything you want.” Fuck yes! She’s dirty and likes it. This made my boner hard enough to drill through mountains! I lube her ass some more with my saliva, then proceed to slowly slide my cock inside of it. Should have put some spit on my cock, because halfway in her ass and it kind of sticks and it really takes some pushing to sink it home.
More than any other event of this evening, what she says next was like a shot of steroids to my ego/inner game that I wasn’t expecting.
“You’re kinda big, honey.” My inner porn star really made an appearance after she said this!
A FWB I had a couple months ago said something similar, but I thought she was just being friendly.
Anyway, I pounded her ass like there was no tomorrow. Whispering in her ear,”dirtyl girl likes getting fucked in the ass.” “mmm hmm”
Flipped her over and fucked her pussy some more. When I slid out, she immediately turned around and took it in her mouth. I’ve only been with a few girls. Whatever she did with her mouth was so fucking amazingly intense, that I couldn’t stand it anymore and pushed her off my cock. She got on top for a little while and I bit her nipples lightly…..she fucking bit the shit out of my chest in a couple of places….I still have bruises.lol
Time to give it to her hard. She gets on her knees again and I sink my cock with a quick thrust. Her face is down against the pillow and I grab two handfuls of her hair and fucking give it to her. With every thrust, I pull her hair, lifting her head up off the pillow, her screams of passion becoming unmuffled, then muffled again as her face returns to the pillow.
I slow it down some and flip her on her back. My cock, soaked with her pussy juices, easily went in her ass this time. Putting her legs over my shoulders again, I was penetrating deep. Kissing her and letting her bite my lip a little bit. She was tentatively clawing my back a bit and I told her to scratch it hard. With every stroke, putting every inch inside her ass, she dug her claws into me. I was really turned on.
“cum inside me” she muttered in a breathy voice. I really wanted to cum in her ass, but just have crazy stamina. We went at it for a while.
I finally just pulled out and lay down beside her. “I want to cum in your ass, but we’ll be up for another couple of hours and I need to get at least a few hours of sleep.” It was about 6:30 AM and had to get up about 11.
She kinda giggled and said she understood. I was laying on my back and she had her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest. In my mind, this is the, “you’ve done a good job position.” She began slowly rubbing my nipple, to which I replied,”easy tiger, I’ve gotta get some rest.” She said something. I responded,”well, I can control myself.” Kind of a weird place for a chase frame, but oh well.
She rolled over and soon fell asleep. I couldn’t. I was buzzing, heart racing, endorphins kicking. When I finally got to sleep, it didn’t last.
About 9, she rolled over into the “you’ve done a good job position” and started rubbing my nipple again…..I reciprocated and soon we began kissing… then not long followed by more hardcore sex. This lasted about an hour. When we were finished this time, I actually did get to sleep for a whole hour, before the alarm on my phone was going off.
The usual morning stuff ensued: shower, coffee and a smoke. I had to take her back to her car and on the way handed her my phone, “put your number in there.” She complied and sent herself a text with my name. awesome.
I drop her off, say I had an awesome time and I’ll call later.
I simultaneously felt like Superman and a zombie, my sheer excitement keeping me from falling asleep on the job.
I called her later, BS’d and teased her about the bite marks she left on my shoulder.
Yesterday evening, hanging out with some of those same people from the party and…her husband shows up. One of my affirmations is, “I am cool in high pressure situations.” They’re separated, living apart, but haven’t signed divorce papers yet.
None of our social circle suspects anything. Her husband was asking, did she talk about me, all this BS. Calmly I said told him she was venting to B about it, but It wasn’t something that I was interested in listening to, trying to keep my body language from revealing the truth.
He was asking all of us whether she showed up to the party with a guy, and where she stayed afterward….I was feeling pretty damn awkward, but focused my attention on just being cool, calm and collected. I didn't say much other than we talked a couple of times during the evening and we shot a game of pool.
I haven’t had any contact with her since Sunday as I was unsure what to text her. My texting is abysmal and I don’t want to send her unintentionally stupid or needy sounding texts. There’s no way we can hang out, with her current relationship status and kids in the house.
I know this situation is playing with fire....but for the first time in years, I actually feel ALIVE!
As a preface, I've been working on getting better with women for quite a while....but many stops and starts. I always seem to be to "in my head" and not relaxed and in the moment. Trying to work on social circle stuff until I find a place closer to civilization. I have horrible logistics, living about 50 miles from Savannah, Ga. I regularly hang out with some people who I've befriended through work(liquor store manager.)
I've been really focusing on every aspect of game, having not turned on my TV for a couple of months, constantly reading/listening to others' perspectives(no offense Chase, but I'm an eclectic learner), body language, voice tone, Alpha Male mindsets, Affirmations, flirting techniques, conversational tactics, etc.
I still have ludicrously outrageous Approach Anxiety, which has hindered my inner game.
With all that bullshit out the way, Saturday night a buddy was having his Birthday party. All my friends are voracious party animals even though they're in the 36-40 year old range(I'm 36) I rarely drink, but still like hanging with them because they're a blast to be around. Party starts at 7, but I show up a bit after 8....because I know this party will last until 3 or 4 in the morning.
As I walk in, I notice my friend-girl B talking to this girl K, who I know casually as she used to come in the liquor store when she lived in this neighborhood. Since being separated from her husband, I haven't seen her. I approach, cool as a motherfucker. B introduces us and we all begin talking...then I notice it K is playing with her hair when speaking to me... BOOM!!!!!! game on, play it cool bud, and she's all yours.
Old me would be constantly following her around like a puppy dog and trying to force rapport, but not Me version 2.0. I talked to all my friends and just had a great time at the party, occasionally talking with her when we happened to be in proximity. However, did observe her actions when talking to the other couple of single guys. She was being flirty, but I did not notice her touching her hair while talking to any of them. B)
Intertwined throughout the whole night is teasing, playful banter and flirting. Some usual chit-chat about places she's worked before(bars mostly) she says I look familiar. My reply,"I have one of those familiar faces," with a smirk. Then I reveal that I used to be a die-hard bar hopper and she probably has seen me before, albeit 14-15 years ago.
A bit later we happened to be alone by one of the fire pits, and she began venting about her husband :/ I let her vent without interrupting for a moment, when she reached a stopping point, I changed the subject,"I'm thinking about traveling, If you could wake up anywhere in the world tomorrow, where would it be?"
I saw her light up, as she did a lot of traveling before she was married and had kids. She had been all over Europe, but never Greece, we expounded on that for a bit. Then she says her dream vacation is Bora Bora. I've heard the name, but don't really know much about it. She pulls her chair closer to mine and pulls up pictures of Bora Bora on her phone to show me.
I then ask what's the most exciting, heart racing, pulse-pounding thing she's ever done. I'm not ready for her response that she was drug mule back in her early 20's and her boyfriend at the time got caught, but she walked away without getting arrested. yadda, yadda.
I tell her mine was the impromptu motorcycle ride to Atlanta my friend and I took. 2 1/2 hours for what is normally a 4 hour trip. I describe in vivid detail about how about what it feels like to stay in triple digit MPH while blasting through curves. She says"so I'm going to see you soon to pay your super speeder fine" as she works for the Dept of Driver services. Coolly, I say that the couple of times I've been pulled over for 100+MPH, that I've talked my way out of tickets and jail time.
In GA 100+ is an automatically arrestable offense. She exclaims that she has a helmet and jacket and hasn't been for a ride in quite a few years. I tease her,"you fishing for me to agree to take you for a ride?" instead of the easy sexual innuendo having to do with "riding"A bit later the Birthday boy and me break out the guitars, and subject of music comes up. It is one of my passions and I have an expansive knowledge about the history and influential musical movements and artists/musicians throughout history. She says something that could be easily taken the wrong way about my musical influences, and I Ask,"what's that supposed to mean?" responding quickly, she says I seem like the kind of person who has broad musical tastes. She tests me, "do you know who Ella Fitzgerald is?" I kind of react to this test in a qualifying way,"of course" but then throw her "how about Big Mama Thornton?"(the "mother" of Rock n Roll) She Qualifies herself back excitedly."Yes, I love the blues!"
We play a few songs that everyone knows and sings along to having a great time.
A bit later she wants to play a game of 8 Ball(My bud has a pool table in his garage), and I agree. She says to take it easy on her as she's no good when she's this drunk. in between every shot, she approaches me and gets close. I think about making a move, but remain cool as there are others watching and don't want set off her anti-slut defense. She says she is going to distract me with her tits. "Bring it on, another woman did that to me the other day and I still kicked her ass."(this actually did happen, no nakedness, A friend just bent down and set her clothed tits on the pocket I was shooting at.) They're bulging out of her shirt and giving that bottom button hell. It's kind of been the running joke of the night.
I'm not trying to kick the crap out of her, but my confidence is kickin' like Bruce Lee. I've got the 12 ball and the 8 ball left, and the 12 is sitting pretty much in the pocket. "I though you were gonna take it easy on me!" With a smirk, I responded,"I'll just have to make it more difficult for myself." and smoothly put my left hand behind my back and began to line up my shot one-handed. It looks cool and cocky, but isn't really difficult as long as the cue ball is close to the rail. This pisses her off something awful and she slams the 12 ball in the pocket with her hand, says something and stormed out of the garage. I remain unaffected and don't move until she gone. Everyone else was roaring with laughter.
Old me would have chased her outside, but I stayed there and played another round or two with my bud. Some time later, everyone decided to head out to the fire. She was sitting there, and I somewhat ignored her. It was after 3 AM, and I had to work the next day. Told everyone I was leaving soon, but still kept bullshitting about this and that.
About 4 AM, I said, "Guys I gotta GTFO, and get to bed, have a long day tomorrow." K says, "I'm about to go stay at so and so's house." she's not driving out of the neighborhood.
I make sure to walk out of the house just a bit before she does. I'm at the end of the driveway when I hear the door open.....all I can think of is this:
"you miss 100% of the shots you don't take" Wayne Gretzky
I set my guitar down, spin and walk up to her. "I didn't mean to piss you off with the one handed shot, I just like to play around sometimes"
Her"Yadda, yadda" (honestly don't remember what she said here)
She was close and I just said to myself "FUCK IT!" and went for the kiss. She was fucking ready for that! She responded with a bit of tongue, then bit my lip! "hmmm, you like it rough." I said seductively. "yes" she replies
As I said before, I live in a remote location, so since she was too intoxicated to drive, leave her car there, go to her place and drop her off in the morning.
It's about ten minutes to her house, and I try to keep the topics light.
We get there and she remembers about all this laundry on the bed. I just be cool and wait on the couch. when she returns we begin kissing, biting my lip once more while she straddling me. I pull her shirt off and thrust my face in between her tits. she tilts her head back and smoothly I just pull her bra down. I push the together with my face in the middle. she unclips her bra and gets off me to remove her boots. I do the same. She lays back on the couch and I climb on top of her. kissing her while rubbing her clit through her jeans. This doesn't last long. we get up and she heads straight for the bedroom, wiggling her ass, I mean really strutting her stuff.
Her jeans are off and she's in bed in seconds, it seems like it takes me an eternity to remove my sweater and jeans. I pile them on the floor and crawl on top of her
We’re kissing passionately while I begin to rub her clit. Her body is already moving in that seductive heaving rhythm. Slowly my fingers make their way into her pussy. It’s a bit wet, but I want it sopping before I get inside her. Massaging her clit with my thumb, I insert my ring and middle finger. After this and some kissing, I move my head down to her pussy. I lick and suck like madman. When I feel she’s wet enough, I back off and slide my engorged cock inside her. I do the adapted missionary for a bit, back off and throw her legs over my shoulders, not to hard yet as I just want to get her warmed up real good.
I pull out and she must know what I’m thinking, because she just gets on her knees and lets me go doggystyle. She’s face down in a pillow while I’m going to town, but slow it up for a minute or two while kissing her neck.
Time to test out the freak waters. I pull out and slide face down and shove it between her ass cheeks. My tongue dances around her asshole and when I push it inside, she calmly says”,you can do anything you want.” Fuck yes! She’s dirty and likes it. This made my boner hard enough to drill through mountains! I lube her ass some more with my saliva, then proceed to slowly slide my cock inside of it. Should have put some spit on my cock, because halfway in her ass and it kind of sticks and it really takes some pushing to sink it home.
More than any other event of this evening, what she says next was like a shot of steroids to my ego/inner game that I wasn’t expecting.
“You’re kinda big, honey.” My inner porn star really made an appearance after she said this!
A FWB I had a couple months ago said something similar, but I thought she was just being friendly.
Anyway, I pounded her ass like there was no tomorrow. Whispering in her ear,”dirtyl girl likes getting fucked in the ass.” “mmm hmm”
Flipped her over and fucked her pussy some more. When I slid out, she immediately turned around and took it in her mouth. I’ve only been with a few girls. Whatever she did with her mouth was so fucking amazingly intense, that I couldn’t stand it anymore and pushed her off my cock. She got on top for a little while and I bit her nipples lightly…..she fucking bit the shit out of my chest in a couple of places….I still have bruises.lol
Time to give it to her hard. She gets on her knees again and I sink my cock with a quick thrust. Her face is down against the pillow and I grab two handfuls of her hair and fucking give it to her. With every thrust, I pull her hair, lifting her head up off the pillow, her screams of passion becoming unmuffled, then muffled again as her face returns to the pillow.
I slow it down some and flip her on her back. My cock, soaked with her pussy juices, easily went in her ass this time. Putting her legs over my shoulders again, I was penetrating deep. Kissing her and letting her bite my lip a little bit. She was tentatively clawing my back a bit and I told her to scratch it hard. With every stroke, putting every inch inside her ass, she dug her claws into me. I was really turned on.
“cum inside me” she muttered in a breathy voice. I really wanted to cum in her ass, but just have crazy stamina. We went at it for a while.
I finally just pulled out and lay down beside her. “I want to cum in your ass, but we’ll be up for another couple of hours and I need to get at least a few hours of sleep.” It was about 6:30 AM and had to get up about 11.
She kinda giggled and said she understood. I was laying on my back and she had her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest. In my mind, this is the, “you’ve done a good job position.” She began slowly rubbing my nipple, to which I replied,”easy tiger, I’ve gotta get some rest.” She said something. I responded,”well, I can control myself.” Kind of a weird place for a chase frame, but oh well.
She rolled over and soon fell asleep. I couldn’t. I was buzzing, heart racing, endorphins kicking. When I finally got to sleep, it didn’t last.
About 9, she rolled over into the “you’ve done a good job position” and started rubbing my nipple again…..I reciprocated and soon we began kissing… then not long followed by more hardcore sex. This lasted about an hour. When we were finished this time, I actually did get to sleep for a whole hour, before the alarm on my phone was going off.
The usual morning stuff ensued: shower, coffee and a smoke. I had to take her back to her car and on the way handed her my phone, “put your number in there.” She complied and sent herself a text with my name. awesome.
I drop her off, say I had an awesome time and I’ll call later.
I simultaneously felt like Superman and a zombie, my sheer excitement keeping me from falling asleep on the job.
I called her later, BS’d and teased her about the bite marks she left on my shoulder.
Yesterday evening, hanging out with some of those same people from the party and…her husband shows up. One of my affirmations is, “I am cool in high pressure situations.” They’re separated, living apart, but haven’t signed divorce papers yet.
None of our social circle suspects anything. Her husband was asking, did she talk about me, all this BS. Calmly I said told him she was venting to B about it, but It wasn’t something that I was interested in listening to, trying to keep my body language from revealing the truth.
He was asking all of us whether she showed up to the party with a guy, and where she stayed afterward….I was feeling pretty damn awkward, but focused my attention on just being cool, calm and collected. I didn't say much other than we talked a couple of times during the evening and we shot a game of pool.
I haven’t had any contact with her since Sunday as I was unsure what to text her. My texting is abysmal and I don’t want to send her unintentionally stupid or needy sounding texts. There’s no way we can hang out, with her current relationship status and kids in the house.
I know this situation is playing with fire....but for the first time in years, I actually feel ALIVE!
