LR - : Art and Head w/ a cute lightskin...
As It Began...
Sunday, was the day of a large and renowned art fair that takes place in my city. As a lover of art and beauty this is an event I treat myself to yearly.
I arrive and peruse the art. While doing so I notice many cute girls, some who I find hovering near me and two who briefly trailed me as I made way through the various gallery stalls.
I had no intention of picking up mind you. I'm on a bit of a hiatus atm, while I upgrade my lifestyle. And outside of that I've mostly been an online guy. Approaching is something I usually have to set out to do or I pick off opportune moments when they present themselves.
Today would present one such moment.
As I'm taking in the art in one stall, after arriving at the venue not ten minutes before, I see a cute young lightskin. Possibly half black, possibly middle eastern, hovering in my vicinity.
My gut tells me she's interested, so naturally I test her interest with a ping.
I move to take a gander at a sculpture near her and then over my shoulder I compliment her outfit. She thanks me and seems interested, so I test her interest further by asking about her experience at the fair.
She's enthusiastic in her reply.
I ask her her name. She gives it and I give her mine.
She's all smiles and shiny eyes.
One more test of investment - I start moving to another art piece as I inquire further about who she is and what she's doing. She follows me.
Good.
The next hour or so consists of me bantering with her and deep diving while sharing my love for art.
I increase the sexual tone of the conversation by weaving in and out of subjects about human bodies, nakedness, the five senses and their relation to our experiences of pleasure.
Something I do now, and which I will probably canonize into a proper gambit, is to ask women what their favorite of the five senses is. Which one they would miss the most if they lost it. And which of them they experience most pleasurably.
I then go on to explain that I experience mine quite intensely with particularly striking aesthetic experiences, being near orgasmic to me (this is true). But how touch is one I would miss the most. How intense the experience of good touch is and how I feel as though I can taste and see with my fingertips alone.
This usually leads to me touching them and them interjecting that they love to be touched and how much the sensation of touch is important to them. Never fails!
I did this with her as we cruised, and also interjected about my side-gig as a nude life-model.
This leads to talks about sexuality, skin, nudity and openness and how normal and beautiful these things are.
Every now and again she runs into fellow university students (they're all there on assignment) and I make sure to keep busy looking at art, but near enough that she knows where to find me. She always returns.
I Pull
At one point she starts disappearing behind tucked away areas of the venue telling me how she likes to find hidden and off-limits places.
This is an escalation window.
Together we start opening up side doors to staff storage rooms etc. She mentions she's hungry.
My mind flags these to me as glaring escalation windows. She's asking me to pull.
I get the message and suggest we leave the venue after I get myself a bottle of water.
This posh ass place only had sparkling water, so she offers me hers from the bottle.
We leave, and I suggest we make an adventure of our own in the big park the event is hosted in.
We walk around and continue our chat.
It's a mix of me talking about sensual and aesthetic topics, simple topics about her family, travels, what she likes and deep chats about male and female dynamics. I school her with insights into men and women and sex (she is 19, I 30, so there's a bit of a daddy/little girl dynamic building), alongside some light teasing and inane chat.
I have her sit on a bench and she talks to me about past relationships. How she hates boys her age. How she likes older men.
She asks me if I've ever been to a strip club. I have, but i tell her they're alright, which leads to me telling her about sex clubs in my city. I mention some of the cooler sex raves I've attended with a younger crowd and better music (think berlin-type, techno kink raves, BDSM, LBTQyshrthpz+-#, anything goes type shit - lot's of fun).
I tell her how nice and polite the people are at these events and how relaxing and normal it feels to be in there. How immersive and freeing it is to both fuck and dance in a space with other young, sexy, liberated people. She laps onto this and says how she'd love to go (most girls say this when I mention it).
I cut the convo and suggest we keep walking.
Escalation, Brain and Resistance..
Eventually we sit under a secluded tree and we chat shit for a bit.
I ask to see her nails, her jewellery. She shows me her tattoos. We tease eachother, then I go for the kiss.
She's on. Moaning.
I cut it short and she says how unexpected it was.
I suggest we look for a more isolated spot and we do.
She makes suggestions and eventually we find an off limits garden and climb its fence to enter it. She points out a hidden clearing behind some bushes and we go there.
I escalate with kissing, rub her up and down, she takes my dick out of my trousers as I'm rubbing her through her panties, and without resistance I have her naked with her pants and panties at her ankles. Gorgeous.
Without prompting she attempts to deep throat me. Spits on command and with gumption thereafter. Lovely.
I'm bare chested with my pants at my ankles. Ass cheeks out in the broad outdoors. I love this shit.
Here comes the resistance...
I go for her panties. She stops me so I occupy my hands elsewhere. I try about three times to no avail. But she has no issue sucking me off. Cool.
I try to eat her out. She resists that too. Eventually we decide to end things, I try to warm things up again, but it's dead for now and I don't want to force it. We walk and talk positively as we leave the park (about a half hour walk) all the while she mentions how much she loved what we did and mentions how she can feel how wet her panties are etc. etc.
I make sure to keep things cool. I walk her to where she needs to go. Give her my number and call myself.
She hugs but seems hesitant to kiss. We do anyway. I let her go.
When I botch an escalation I usually don't text them after as experience has told me it is a pointless endeavour. But I do it this as my texting is shit and I'm aiming to master it.
So I send -
Hey {name} today as fun {fire emoji}
msg me when you get in
** no response **
This texting style is nothing like what i would usually send, I'm a lot colder and matter of fact. Please,
@Skills, do roast me if I'm doing it wrong...
Reflection...
I'm 98 lays deep now, with probably twice as many botched encounters, and go no where escalations.
I'm starting to get insights into what I'm doing wrong.
In this case I think it was my habit of escalating to quickly and not dialing into the girl and her experience.
While seducing I'm an artist, fully right brained and intuitive, but on upon escalating in sexual first encounters, it's easy for me to enter a mechanical, cold and calculating headspace which tends to get me LMR.
I'll be working on this..
If you guys think it's something else, or have ideas on how I can bust LMR or avoid it entirely, I'm all ears. I think slowing down and teasing her more were especially needed given the fact that we were in an outdoor space. It was easy for her to snap out of a sexually eager headspace, to one of questioning herself and her actions...
Maybe..
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Experiences like this are my reason for gaming. My purpose in seduction. My goal is to get to the point where I can get spontaneous, liberating same day lays in this format with relative consistency.
I've gotten a handjob from a stranger on a long haul flight before, and spontaneously fucked several tinder dates in some amazing places. Spontaneous public sex with anonymous strangers is a strong kink of mine...
I want it consistently though. From cold approach & spontaneous impromptu encounters. This is my reason for learning this shit...
To sluts,
Topcat
