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I pass the club that has my dream girls ignoring my desires for the hotties waiting to get in. Instead I head for my "home club".
I just want to be to myself and dance: Instead of looking around, I close my eyes and enjoy the music. I realized "everybody" is looking at me. Even more guys than girls, it seems.
I keep my face and jaw relaxed, making sure not to fake any smiles. Two girls pass me bye and position themselves a step away, close to the bar. After getting a drink there, I just stay at the new location, right next to them - facing them. One to the left, the other to the right.
All my concerns about DLVing are turned off: I don't worry about them thinking I don't have the guts to approach and stuff. I just dance next to them. I love the smile of the girl on my right side. As she gives it to me the second or third time, I start to touch her.
I usually force myself to talk, but I don't feel like talking either, so I don't. I just keep touching lightly while we dance. In one moment the two girls start to walk off. I grab the girls hand and look at her. She says she'd be going to the bathroom.
There's something mysterious about this bathroom: Any girl who ever goes there, never returns.
Back to my initial position, I keep staring at another girl, every time she looks my direction. Sometimes I add a slight smirk, but in any case I make sure not to look away before she does.
The guys in her group have noticed by now too. Besides one other girl, there are four guys. I assume to one next to the girl to be gay or "just a good friend", at most.
Usually girls stop looking after 1-2 times of this game, but this one is persistent. At one moment, she raises her glass looking at me and I take it as an invitation. I open their circle in a respectful manner and she welcomes me to the group.
The idea was not to talk, but I give a quick "thanks". The guy next to her starts to talk to me, I keep responses to a minimum, but then I realize that I actually feel like talking now, so I chat at will. I pull the girl in every once in a while.
In noticed that making out in the club plays against me, so I try not to. Instead I pull her in and have her feel my breath on her neck or add a little bite. She seems to want to kiss me and after an hour or so, even the guys tell me that I should kiss her
She steals a kiss, but I keep it as short as possible. I'm extremely horny and I make sure to touch her tits as much as possible - no bra - nice and soft. Later, when I'm sitting on the bar stool I touch her as far up as possible between her legs.
After having breakfast with her and two of the guys, I'm outside and she's at the window of their apartment. She wants to say goodbye, but I tell her that she should come with me: "What's going to happen is up to you - I just don't want to sleep alone right now."
She tells me she'd come out at the door and vanishes. I wait. Every second feels like an hour. It has happened to me before that a girl had me waiting like this without the intention to ever come out. Some people are just evil. After 10 minutes I think about just going home, but I decide not to manipulate this for a negative outcome this time.
One of the guys looks out the window: "She's already coming. She'll be there in 10, 9, 8, ..." He disappears from the window and I wait another 10 minutes, at least. What fucked up game are they playing here? I got along very positively with the whole group during the last couple of hours ... I think about going home again.
The other guy suddenly is at the window. "She's not coming, right?" I ask. "No, no - she is! But women are just sloooooow."
After even more time, she actually appears again and we walk to my place. At my bed I notice I'm not really getting turned on. It's been hours since we met. My horniness is basically gone and I feel uncomfortable for being sweaty from partying all night. I tell her to have a shower with me. Once there, I feel much more relaxed and her little blow job does wonders too. I drag her back to the bed and fuck her in various positions. Only shortly before coming I realize she needs it really hard.
The following day we exchange a few texts. The day after, I want to write her, but I have nothing that feels like "from the heart". I think of a girl I loved and image writing to her. The answer comes easy: It's just a "Hi beauty, how're you?", responded to with a "Very good, you, handsome, how are you? How have you been yesterday?"
Three days later I invite her and some of her friends to my house for the afternoon. The following day, after partying I take her to my place in the morning for some more fun-time, making sure to "manhandle" her.
I just want to be to myself and dance: Instead of looking around, I close my eyes and enjoy the music. I realized "everybody" is looking at me. Even more guys than girls, it seems.
I keep my face and jaw relaxed, making sure not to fake any smiles. Two girls pass me bye and position themselves a step away, close to the bar. After getting a drink there, I just stay at the new location, right next to them - facing them. One to the left, the other to the right.
All my concerns about DLVing are turned off: I don't worry about them thinking I don't have the guts to approach and stuff. I just dance next to them. I love the smile of the girl on my right side. As she gives it to me the second or third time, I start to touch her.
I usually force myself to talk, but I don't feel like talking either, so I don't. I just keep touching lightly while we dance. In one moment the two girls start to walk off. I grab the girls hand and look at her. She says she'd be going to the bathroom.
There's something mysterious about this bathroom: Any girl who ever goes there, never returns.
Back to my initial position, I keep staring at another girl, every time she looks my direction. Sometimes I add a slight smirk, but in any case I make sure not to look away before she does.
The guys in her group have noticed by now too. Besides one other girl, there are four guys. I assume to one next to the girl to be gay or "just a good friend", at most.
Usually girls stop looking after 1-2 times of this game, but this one is persistent. At one moment, she raises her glass looking at me and I take it as an invitation. I open their circle in a respectful manner and she welcomes me to the group.
The idea was not to talk, but I give a quick "thanks". The guy next to her starts to talk to me, I keep responses to a minimum, but then I realize that I actually feel like talking now, so I chat at will. I pull the girl in every once in a while.
In noticed that making out in the club plays against me, so I try not to. Instead I pull her in and have her feel my breath on her neck or add a little bite. She seems to want to kiss me and after an hour or so, even the guys tell me that I should kiss her
She steals a kiss, but I keep it as short as possible. I'm extremely horny and I make sure to touch her tits as much as possible - no bra - nice and soft. Later, when I'm sitting on the bar stool I touch her as far up as possible between her legs.
After having breakfast with her and two of the guys, I'm outside and she's at the window of their apartment. She wants to say goodbye, but I tell her that she should come with me: "What's going to happen is up to you - I just don't want to sleep alone right now."
She tells me she'd come out at the door and vanishes. I wait. Every second feels like an hour. It has happened to me before that a girl had me waiting like this without the intention to ever come out. Some people are just evil. After 10 minutes I think about just going home, but I decide not to manipulate this for a negative outcome this time.
One of the guys looks out the window: "She's already coming. She'll be there in 10, 9, 8, ..." He disappears from the window and I wait another 10 minutes, at least. What fucked up game are they playing here? I got along very positively with the whole group during the last couple of hours ... I think about going home again.
The other guy suddenly is at the window. "She's not coming, right?" I ask. "No, no - she is! But women are just sloooooow."
After even more time, she actually appears again and we walk to my place. At my bed I notice I'm not really getting turned on. It's been hours since we met. My horniness is basically gone and I feel uncomfortable for being sweaty from partying all night. I tell her to have a shower with me. Once there, I feel much more relaxed and her little blow job does wonders too. I drag her back to the bed and fuck her in various positions. Only shortly before coming I realize she needs it really hard.
The following day we exchange a few texts. The day after, I want to write her, but I have nothing that feels like "from the heart". I think of a girl I loved and image writing to her. The answer comes easy: It's just a "Hi beauty, how're you?
", responded to with a "Very good, you, handsome, how are you? How have you been yesterday?"Three days later I invite her and some of her friends to my house for the afternoon. The following day, after partying I take her to my place in the morning for some more fun-time, making sure to "manhandle" her.
