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Fast forward to Saturday 27 November. I woke up late due to crashing late the night before, leading me to go buy victuals later than usual and end up getting ready and showering late, right before heading to a lunch at 2pm. I stayed quite a while under the pouring hot water (I stopped taking cold showers, after 2 or 3 years of doing so, in October). This is always very relaxing.
I arrived at my buddy's place decked in my bling wristwatch, white tee, thick square-patterned overshirt hanging loose, grey jeans, black sneaks, brown stetson cap, dark blue light down, and black jacket. I greeted the people there - his male housemate (a weirdo), and the three girls who were there, as well as another friend of his. Of the three girls, one was a weirdo, the other was unattractive, and the third was a jet-black-haired, big dark brown-eyed, slim, Cleopatra-nosed, thin-lipped, delicate-looking Turkish belle.
When I went to greet her I stood close to her. She was washing a pan in the kitchen, and her hands were trembling - she would later explain that she had drunk too much coffee.
I was immediately mesmerized by her exotic beauty.
So, while I spoke societally acceptable inane babble, slowly and in my deep bass voice, I looked her in the eyes with desire. It was discreet - nobody around us noticed. But she got the message.
She disappeared shortly thereafter to try to go rest or do something about the shakes.
We waited around for an hour or two until the amazing traditional dish my buddy the host was preparing was ready (he worked as a cook/chef in the past, so knows his shit).
And she suddenly reappeared. We were sitting around a round table and she was far away from me, but for some reason, the male weirdo housemate decided to leave before the lunch (he hung around for the starters), so he vacated a spot right next to me. And whoever was sitting next to her suggested she switch.
So now, as if by pure chance, she was sitting right next to me.
Again, we chatted about nothing in particular, but I soon found a way to get her phone number ("you must let me know the next time you cook a traditional Turkish dish" (she replied that she would tell my buddy to invite me - and I said "no, I want you to tell me", which prompted us to exchange digitos)). Several different conversations were taking place at table simultaneously, and I spoke only for her to hear, so we were buffered - everything was happening undercover.
Her eyes shone in response to my mesmerized transferral of sexual state GWM1-style. Keep in mind this was NOT done consciously. I had no control over my reaction to this gal. Before I left the house to go to a jazz concert I also served everyone (another friend of host's had since arrived) dessert I'd bought from an Arab sweet eatery I love.
I shot her a text later that day saying it was nice to meet her and she replied "very nice to meet you too" and then I went straight for the compliance "we should get that hot chocolate next week" (in the meantime, before I left the lunch, while we were still sitting next to each other, I'd surreptitiously invited her to have a hot chocolate with me in the city center (where I live, because she "hadn't tried it before")) and she texted back "yes, if you're available" or something.
I then tried to invite her the very next day for the hot chocolate, but she ghosted me.
Then yesterday, some dude had won two cinema tickets, and was giving them away (he was going to watch another movie so couldn't claim them himself), so I shot Turkish Sweet and another girl I’m working on an audio message with my deep booming bass voice inviting them.
She said she was busy but "maybe later". I insisted that she should come, that she would "have fun!"
The movie was starting at 7pm. Then at 8:30pm I got a text from her saying, "yeah, maybe I should come. I'm bored. This weather has made me lazy"
I simply wrote: "ok. meet me at x" (spot right next to my place). She said: "now?" I said "yes. lmk when you arrive", she said “ok then.”
I did a guided meditation (20 mins) to be nice and relaxed for her. Since she was taking so long I texted her “where are you?” and she clarified she was on her way.
It took her almost 2 hours to arrive, at about 10 past 10pm, which was great, since bars must now close at 23h. This means we would be pressed for time, and it would be easier to social frame-suggest going back to my place. I walked her to this dingy jazz joint, where lights are a little darker and there is a little more space between the tables (this other place, closer to mine, is too bright and everyone is on top of each other, which doesn't allow for discrete kino and lover talk, as prying eyes pop any bubble you may try to create).
At the joint, an act was playing its last songs. The loud ruckus was great as it forced her to speak into my ear (I could feel her lips on it). Same for me. We were sitting next to each other. I was holding her hand (I had held it to walk her there - she had tried to stop me, but I'd taken it again). At the bar, I at one point told her "give me your hand" to build compliance.
I would also look at her eyes with the shadow of a smirk and say nothing, to help build sexual tension.
Of course, her having journeyed all the way across the city to see me and arriving after 10pm was already a huge amount of compliance, and more or less indicated, in my mind, that this girl intended to sleep at mine, since I could hardly ask her to take another 2 hours going back home after 23h/midnight.
From the first, I was setting "sexual frames." She asked for a beer, and I told her: "but aren't you Muslim? I thought you guys aren't meant to drink alcohol" I then told her she was a "rebel, who doesn't follow the rules," and she agreed. I said: "bad things are more pleasurable than good ones. My mom named me after an ancestor, a holy man, a saint, and I asked her why. I am no saint, no holy man. I'm not going to heaven" she smiled slightly and said "but you can still try to be holy," I said, "no - it's boring".
I asked her what she would do if she suddenly came upon a lot of money (she didn’t understand the word “lottery”) and about her studies. She’s studying abroad here (Architecture) and leaves in February. She’s 25.
The bar server didn't bring us our drinks but then brought us the bill once the act played their last song. I told him we didn't want to drink the beer anymore. I had told her before he appeared with the bill "I have beers in the fridge no need to waste money" she'd asked "but where are we doing now?" and I'd said, "we can continue listening to jazz back at my place, but not go to bars since they're all closing at 23h now due to COVID".
Thank you, COVID gods.
Before we left the joint, she asked if I'd spoken to my buddy her housemate about her. I said I hadn't. She didn't believe me. I looked her in the eyes unblinkingly and repeated that we hadn't spoken about her. She would later reveal that he'd tried to fuck her unsuccessfully. I would later tell her I wouldn't tell him about us.
She wanted to smoke a rollie outside, and then I walked her to a square close by to see the Christmas lights. Then I walked her home. Always chatting. Holding hands.
At home, I opened the beers, put the jazz on the iPad, and excused myself to "go take out the trash", leaving her alone in the apartment for 5 or 10 minutes.
When I came back she was checking out my books near the small IKEA bookshelf. I took it easy. Sat at a chair next to the shelf after a bit then sat her on my lap. I'd since brought her her beer. I kissed her neck.
She was cold so I brought her slippers, then opened the bed telling her "it's warm in there," and she replied, "I want to drink this first" (the beer). Then I turned on the heating, and when it was warm took her to the heater. By this point I'd already taken off her jumper (she still had her top on) and kissed her neck area and lips a bit. I was also feeling her small perky breasts, initially over bra, then inside, hand on nip. I was also dry humping her from behind. We were standing. I had my hands over her vagina region, rubbing her thighs.
I opened her trouser button and started fingering her, we finished the beers, and I took her to the bed. I undressed and kept my boxers on. She got the rest of her jeans and panties off. She still had her bra and top on. I lay on top of her and then took those off. Then my own boxers off.
At first she was hesitant, said she felt some pain, and again mentioned her housemate. I took it slow, and built the pleasure, also complimenting her. Eventually we were at it. I was wearing a rubber. At 01 I came and we went to sleep. But we couldn't sleep. So we chatted in the dark a bit. Here I again displayed non-judgmental frames and spoke about the decline of masculinity in the West (she was curious about Europe, since she is from Turkey, where things are different).
Then I told her I had to sleep. But by 4:00am she was begging for it. So I slipped it in and then we were in a passionate lovemaking session for at least 1 if not more hours. This time rubberless. Jizzed on her leg and daubed it on her like it was sunlotion. Dozed. She stirred, grabbing my dick and saying she was still wet. But I had no energy left.
Alarm rang at 07 I went for my morning walk came back she had just showered was clothing herself then left, after saying "see you later" and leaving her hand-alcohol gel behind. (When I'd first started really enjoying myself with her, I'd said "can we meet again after tonight?" and she'd said "I don't know." When we chatted in the dark she said she wanted to love someone and do sex with feelings, and I reframed saying sex and liking someone were not necessarily linked. And indicating my preference for friends with benefits type arrangements.)
Thanks for reading!
- GWM sexual state transferal (SECT) at social gathering
- Number close
- Minimal texting
- Meet - no kissing before arriving at sex location, but plenty of sexual tension building and frame setting, then slow and relaxed escalation to sex back at location
Fast forward to Saturday 27 November. I woke up late due to crashing late the night before, leading me to go buy victuals later than usual and end up getting ready and showering late, right before heading to a lunch at 2pm. I stayed quite a while under the pouring hot water (I stopped taking cold showers, after 2 or 3 years of doing so, in October). This is always very relaxing.
I arrived at my buddy's place decked in my bling wristwatch, white tee, thick square-patterned overshirt hanging loose, grey jeans, black sneaks, brown stetson cap, dark blue light down, and black jacket. I greeted the people there - his male housemate (a weirdo), and the three girls who were there, as well as another friend of his. Of the three girls, one was a weirdo, the other was unattractive, and the third was a jet-black-haired, big dark brown-eyed, slim, Cleopatra-nosed, thin-lipped, delicate-looking Turkish belle.
When I went to greet her I stood close to her. She was washing a pan in the kitchen, and her hands were trembling - she would later explain that she had drunk too much coffee.
I was immediately mesmerized by her exotic beauty.
So, while I spoke societally acceptable inane babble, slowly and in my deep bass voice, I looked her in the eyes with desire. It was discreet - nobody around us noticed. But she got the message.
She disappeared shortly thereafter to try to go rest or do something about the shakes.
We waited around for an hour or two until the amazing traditional dish my buddy the host was preparing was ready (he worked as a cook/chef in the past, so knows his shit).
And she suddenly reappeared. We were sitting around a round table and she was far away from me, but for some reason, the male weirdo housemate decided to leave before the lunch (he hung around for the starters), so he vacated a spot right next to me. And whoever was sitting next to her suggested she switch.
So now, as if by pure chance, she was sitting right next to me.
Again, we chatted about nothing in particular, but I soon found a way to get her phone number ("you must let me know the next time you cook a traditional Turkish dish" (she replied that she would tell my buddy to invite me - and I said "no, I want you to tell me", which prompted us to exchange digitos)). Several different conversations were taking place at table simultaneously, and I spoke only for her to hear, so we were buffered - everything was happening undercover.
Her eyes shone in response to my mesmerized transferral of sexual state GWM1-style. Keep in mind this was NOT done consciously. I had no control over my reaction to this gal. Before I left the house to go to a jazz concert I also served everyone (another friend of host's had since arrived) dessert I'd bought from an Arab sweet eatery I love.
I shot her a text later that day saying it was nice to meet her and she replied "very nice to meet you too" and then I went straight for the compliance "we should get that hot chocolate next week" (in the meantime, before I left the lunch, while we were still sitting next to each other, I'd surreptitiously invited her to have a hot chocolate with me in the city center (where I live, because she "hadn't tried it before")) and she texted back "yes, if you're available" or something.
I then tried to invite her the very next day for the hot chocolate, but she ghosted me.
Then yesterday, some dude had won two cinema tickets, and was giving them away (he was going to watch another movie so couldn't claim them himself), so I shot Turkish Sweet and another girl I’m working on an audio message with my deep booming bass voice inviting them.
She said she was busy but "maybe later". I insisted that she should come, that she would "have fun!"
The movie was starting at 7pm. Then at 8:30pm I got a text from her saying, "yeah, maybe I should come. I'm bored. This weather has made me lazy"
I simply wrote: "ok. meet me at x" (spot right next to my place). She said: "now?" I said "yes. lmk when you arrive", she said “ok then.”
I did a guided meditation (20 mins) to be nice and relaxed for her. Since she was taking so long I texted her “where are you?” and she clarified she was on her way.
It took her almost 2 hours to arrive, at about 10 past 10pm, which was great, since bars must now close at 23h. This means we would be pressed for time, and it would be easier to social frame-suggest going back to my place. I walked her to this dingy jazz joint, where lights are a little darker and there is a little more space between the tables (this other place, closer to mine, is too bright and everyone is on top of each other, which doesn't allow for discrete kino and lover talk, as prying eyes pop any bubble you may try to create).
At the joint, an act was playing its last songs. The loud ruckus was great as it forced her to speak into my ear (I could feel her lips on it). Same for me. We were sitting next to each other. I was holding her hand (I had held it to walk her there - she had tried to stop me, but I'd taken it again). At the bar, I at one point told her "give me your hand" to build compliance.
I would also look at her eyes with the shadow of a smirk and say nothing, to help build sexual tension.
Of course, her having journeyed all the way across the city to see me and arriving after 10pm was already a huge amount of compliance, and more or less indicated, in my mind, that this girl intended to sleep at mine, since I could hardly ask her to take another 2 hours going back home after 23h/midnight.
From the first, I was setting "sexual frames." She asked for a beer, and I told her: "but aren't you Muslim? I thought you guys aren't meant to drink alcohol" I then told her she was a "rebel, who doesn't follow the rules," and she agreed. I said: "bad things are more pleasurable than good ones. My mom named me after an ancestor, a holy man, a saint, and I asked her why. I am no saint, no holy man. I'm not going to heaven" she smiled slightly and said "but you can still try to be holy," I said, "no - it's boring".
I asked her what she would do if she suddenly came upon a lot of money (she didn’t understand the word “lottery”) and about her studies. She’s studying abroad here (Architecture) and leaves in February. She’s 25.
The bar server didn't bring us our drinks but then brought us the bill once the act played their last song. I told him we didn't want to drink the beer anymore. I had told her before he appeared with the bill "I have beers in the fridge no need to waste money" she'd asked "but where are we doing now?" and I'd said, "we can continue listening to jazz back at my place, but not go to bars since they're all closing at 23h now due to COVID".
Thank you, COVID gods.
Before we left the joint, she asked if I'd spoken to my buddy her housemate about her. I said I hadn't. She didn't believe me. I looked her in the eyes unblinkingly and repeated that we hadn't spoken about her. She would later reveal that he'd tried to fuck her unsuccessfully. I would later tell her I wouldn't tell him about us.
She wanted to smoke a rollie outside, and then I walked her to a square close by to see the Christmas lights. Then I walked her home. Always chatting. Holding hands.
At home, I opened the beers, put the jazz on the iPad, and excused myself to "go take out the trash", leaving her alone in the apartment for 5 or 10 minutes.
When I came back she was checking out my books near the small IKEA bookshelf. I took it easy. Sat at a chair next to the shelf after a bit then sat her on my lap. I'd since brought her her beer. I kissed her neck.
She was cold so I brought her slippers, then opened the bed telling her "it's warm in there," and she replied, "I want to drink this first" (the beer). Then I turned on the heating, and when it was warm took her to the heater. By this point I'd already taken off her jumper (she still had her top on) and kissed her neck area and lips a bit. I was also feeling her small perky breasts, initially over bra, then inside, hand on nip. I was also dry humping her from behind. We were standing. I had my hands over her vagina region, rubbing her thighs.
I opened her trouser button and started fingering her, we finished the beers, and I took her to the bed. I undressed and kept my boxers on. She got the rest of her jeans and panties off. She still had her bra and top on. I lay on top of her and then took those off. Then my own boxers off.
At first she was hesitant, said she felt some pain, and again mentioned her housemate. I took it slow, and built the pleasure, also complimenting her. Eventually we were at it. I was wearing a rubber. At 01 I came and we went to sleep. But we couldn't sleep. So we chatted in the dark a bit. Here I again displayed non-judgmental frames and spoke about the decline of masculinity in the West (she was curious about Europe, since she is from Turkey, where things are different).
Then I told her I had to sleep. But by 4:00am she was begging for it. So I slipped it in and then we were in a passionate lovemaking session for at least 1 if not more hours. This time rubberless. Jizzed on her leg and daubed it on her like it was sunlotion. Dozed. She stirred, grabbing my dick and saying she was still wet. But I had no energy left.
Alarm rang at 07 I went for my morning walk came back she had just showered was clothing herself then left, after saying "see you later" and leaving her hand-alcohol gel behind. (When I'd first started really enjoying myself with her, I'd said "can we meet again after tonight?" and she'd said "I don't know." When we chatted in the dark she said she wanted to love someone and do sex with feelings, and I reframed saying sex and liking someone were not necessarily linked. And indicating my preference for friends with benefits type arrangements.)
Thanks for reading!
