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Hey guys,
I'm new to the forums so I want to refine my technique. You can check my introduction post if you need to know about me. The following happened a few days ago. Names/locations changed or not mentioned out of respect for the woman. I prefer to be discreet. I also have mild ASD, so social situations can baffle me.
I met Sarah, 26 off Tinder. We immediately hit it off, with some great conversations, and soon it was quite apparently she was a pretty sexually liberated gal. She was a registered massage therapist and weight trainer, though she didn't mention that intially because 'All the guys want me to perform my job while I'm supposed to be relaxing.' We traded a few ribald online dating stories (I detailed one where I was nearly conned by a scammer online) and then agreed to meet up at a coffee shop that week.
She called me beforehand to confirm the date, but I kind of screwed it up because I wasn't used to a woman being so forward. I was nervous and I brought up the point that I wanted to split the bill early, since I'd had too many issues with ghosting. This was the wrong thing to say, and I wanted to kick myself. I later messaged her and asked if I could 'do that call over because I thought she was pretty and it turned me into a moron.' She laughed and said it was fine.
We met up around 7:00 I had walked in with no expectations, but we hit it off very well in conversation, and we had a lot in common. Some good flirting going on too. I checked her hands, commenting on how supple they were, and said she had lovely blue eyes, long hair. She reached her leg out and offered to let me touch it. "I legpress almost 400 pounds. Feel that handsome.'
After about two hours, we made to leave. She said it was unusual for her to talk so long on a first date. She said she was happy to talk to me, and since I arrived on the subway, she could drive me home. So I hopped in her car, and we drove while talking more. I complimented her hair and asked if I could play with it. She let me pet her while she was driving me home, and started getting distracted. We were staring at each other often. She brought up the topic of her ex-boyfriend. I told her I didn't think that topic was important, and it was in the past for her and better left there. I pet her hair while I said it.
I suggested a nearby mall instead of where i lived to park, saying it would be easier for me to walk home that way. I had mentioned to Sarah that I was into Yoga, and she was curious about it, so I offered to do a short guided meditation before she left. I did a classic 10 minute 4/4/4 breathing exercise with her, and narrated slowly while doing it with her. I used the river metaphor. I also hinted about Tantric practice, which I was a novice at. Near the end I played with her wrist and arms, running my fingers on the pressure points while her eyes with closed to demonstrate 'energy flow.' I adore the eastern practices, and I had no expectations of her. I just liked playing with her feminine nature. Tantra is all about going slow. Sex is not the goal.
She offers to play some music. We kept talking while I petted her. She reached her hand out for my hair, and we began to slowly play with each other. Soon we were making out quite passionately. She began to instruct me on how to kiss better. 'My turn. Relax your jaw." She would whisper compliments in my ear between kisses.
We did this for almost an hour. Then she noticed (it was past midnight) that a young woman was being chased by a larger man in a nearby empty lot. He was screaming agressively at her, and began to assault her. He thought the parking lot was empty. Grabbing at her clothes, holding her hands over her head. He was starting to beat her. I observed it carefully while Sarah was getting agitated. She asked me to intervene so I kissed her quickly and stepped out of the car.
The other man, much smaller than me, and clearly my inferior in a fight (I have my blackbelt, I wrestled for years, and I do heavy weight training) stops and flees. I asked the woman what was wrong, and she tearfully says it's her boyfriend and hes just mad, and he will be okay later. I told her that was probably not the case, but this girl was pretty conservative, an east-asian woman and it was clear I could do nothing for her, so I left to go back to Sarah.
She was agitated, but I calmed her down. Said there wasn't much I could do, and I'd get charged with assault if I broke the other lad in half. She nodded assent, and we just sat there cuddling.
She says suddenly, whispering in my ear: 'I am really wet right now, and I kind of want to see your dick. It looks big. But it's also the first date. Maybe we save that?'
I told her she could do what she liked, but I was also enjoying myself. That she shouldn't be afraid of my judgement. I like women who know what they like, and she's the only one who she should care about.
She says 'But I'll look like a whore, i'll look silly" and she started crying. Something had triggered her. It was awkward, and I tried to hold her hair as she sobbed. I said "I don't know if I hurt you with those statements, sorry if I did. I'll try not to hurt you in the future, but I can't guarantee it. Clearly someone said very bad things to you in your past, but they aren't true. They really aren't"
(Possible NSFW, but I wanted to be through. Don't read if you don't want to read about sex)
(NSFW over)
I texted her after thanking her for the lovely night, and for sharing herself and said I loved that her smell was still all over me. (I think you should always thank a woman for sex. It's a gift you both share together, yet sometimes people forget to show gratitude for that. Even if it's an ONS.)
The next day we made future plans for this week. I'm nervous, because I've rarely had a night of such great passion, and I'm afraid I like Sarah a bit too much. She's probably more sexually/romantically experienced than me, and clearly loves to date. Promiscuous. I still want to give it a try and see where it goes.
I despise people who insist on sexually shaming people, so if you are the sort to call this girl a slut in the comments, just pass over this thread.
Would be happy to hear advice. I really want to put my best foot forward.
I'm new to the forums so I want to refine my technique. You can check my introduction post if you need to know about me. The following happened a few days ago. Names/locations changed or not mentioned out of respect for the woman. I prefer to be discreet. I also have mild ASD, so social situations can baffle me.
I met Sarah, 26 off Tinder. We immediately hit it off, with some great conversations, and soon it was quite apparently she was a pretty sexually liberated gal. She was a registered massage therapist and weight trainer, though she didn't mention that intially because 'All the guys want me to perform my job while I'm supposed to be relaxing.' We traded a few ribald online dating stories (I detailed one where I was nearly conned by a scammer online) and then agreed to meet up at a coffee shop that week.
She called me beforehand to confirm the date, but I kind of screwed it up because I wasn't used to a woman being so forward. I was nervous and I brought up the point that I wanted to split the bill early, since I'd had too many issues with ghosting. This was the wrong thing to say, and I wanted to kick myself. I later messaged her and asked if I could 'do that call over because I thought she was pretty and it turned me into a moron.' She laughed and said it was fine.
We met up around 7:00 I had walked in with no expectations, but we hit it off very well in conversation, and we had a lot in common. Some good flirting going on too. I checked her hands, commenting on how supple they were, and said she had lovely blue eyes, long hair. She reached her leg out and offered to let me touch it. "I legpress almost 400 pounds. Feel that handsome.'
After about two hours, we made to leave. She said it was unusual for her to talk so long on a first date. She said she was happy to talk to me, and since I arrived on the subway, she could drive me home. So I hopped in her car, and we drove while talking more. I complimented her hair and asked if I could play with it. She let me pet her while she was driving me home, and started getting distracted. We were staring at each other often. She brought up the topic of her ex-boyfriend. I told her I didn't think that topic was important, and it was in the past for her and better left there. I pet her hair while I said it.
I suggested a nearby mall instead of where i lived to park, saying it would be easier for me to walk home that way. I had mentioned to Sarah that I was into Yoga, and she was curious about it, so I offered to do a short guided meditation before she left. I did a classic 10 minute 4/4/4 breathing exercise with her, and narrated slowly while doing it with her. I used the river metaphor. I also hinted about Tantric practice, which I was a novice at. Near the end I played with her wrist and arms, running my fingers on the pressure points while her eyes with closed to demonstrate 'energy flow.' I adore the eastern practices, and I had no expectations of her. I just liked playing with her feminine nature. Tantra is all about going slow. Sex is not the goal.
She offers to play some music. We kept talking while I petted her. She reached her hand out for my hair, and we began to slowly play with each other. Soon we were making out quite passionately. She began to instruct me on how to kiss better. 'My turn. Relax your jaw." She would whisper compliments in my ear between kisses.
We did this for almost an hour. Then she noticed (it was past midnight) that a young woman was being chased by a larger man in a nearby empty lot. He was screaming agressively at her, and began to assault her. He thought the parking lot was empty. Grabbing at her clothes, holding her hands over her head. He was starting to beat her. I observed it carefully while Sarah was getting agitated. She asked me to intervene so I kissed her quickly and stepped out of the car.
The other man, much smaller than me, and clearly my inferior in a fight (I have my blackbelt, I wrestled for years, and I do heavy weight training) stops and flees. I asked the woman what was wrong, and she tearfully says it's her boyfriend and hes just mad, and he will be okay later. I told her that was probably not the case, but this girl was pretty conservative, an east-asian woman and it was clear I could do nothing for her, so I left to go back to Sarah.
She was agitated, but I calmed her down. Said there wasn't much I could do, and I'd get charged with assault if I broke the other lad in half. She nodded assent, and we just sat there cuddling.
She says suddenly, whispering in my ear: 'I am really wet right now, and I kind of want to see your dick. It looks big. But it's also the first date. Maybe we save that?'
I told her she could do what she liked, but I was also enjoying myself. That she shouldn't be afraid of my judgement. I like women who know what they like, and she's the only one who she should care about.
She says 'But I'll look like a whore, i'll look silly" and she started crying. Something had triggered her. It was awkward, and I tried to hold her hair as she sobbed. I said "I don't know if I hurt you with those statements, sorry if I did. I'll try not to hurt you in the future, but I can't guarantee it. Clearly someone said very bad things to you in your past, but they aren't true. They really aren't"
(Possible NSFW, but I wanted to be through. Don't read if you don't want to read about sex)
"Yeah, and now I'm crying on the first date." Truthfully, it broke my heart a little, even though I'd just met this lovely young woman. I wanted to cry too. She was a great girl, but so afraid of judgement. I wiped her tears a bit and we just sat there. She told me she wanted me to see her pussy, and put my hands on her breasts.
I smiled at her, when she showed me. Complimented her. Said it smelled good. I played with her a bit, then went down to lick her. She started getting extremely wet. Moaning. Said she wanted to return the favor. So I unzipped my pants and received one of the best blowjobs of my entire life. This girl loved sucking cock. She could deepthroat too. Said it was 'One of her things. It's why I get a boyfriend so easily. Also, your dick is big. Like a black man. I love that. It's perfect"
I felt good. She was liberated enough now to tell me these things. I felt pity often for women like these, because they adore sex and can never talk about it.
She ended up climbing on top of me, and rode my body with her back facing me. It was intimate and oddly romantic. While the car was cramped, so we couldn't really get aggressive, and I couldn't thrust ,so there wasn't any noticeable orgasms, (She said she came a little) we had a good time. She knew kegels too. God bless Registered Massage Therapists. We cuddled for awhile after, and after some long kisses, because it was clear neither of us wanted to leave, I opened the door to go. I asked her gently if this was a one time thing, or she wanted to go on another proper date. She said yes. She also laughed and said I got her pussy juice all over her hair. Said her car smelled like sex. I told her it was a good smell.
I smiled at her, when she showed me. Complimented her. Said it smelled good. I played with her a bit, then went down to lick her. She started getting extremely wet. Moaning. Said she wanted to return the favor. So I unzipped my pants and received one of the best blowjobs of my entire life. This girl loved sucking cock. She could deepthroat too. Said it was 'One of her things. It's why I get a boyfriend so easily. Also, your dick is big. Like a black man. I love that. It's perfect"
I felt good. She was liberated enough now to tell me these things. I felt pity often for women like these, because they adore sex and can never talk about it.
She ended up climbing on top of me, and rode my body with her back facing me. It was intimate and oddly romantic. While the car was cramped, so we couldn't really get aggressive, and I couldn't thrust ,so there wasn't any noticeable orgasms, (She said she came a little) we had a good time. She knew kegels too. God bless Registered Massage Therapists. We cuddled for awhile after, and after some long kisses, because it was clear neither of us wanted to leave, I opened the door to go. I asked her gently if this was a one time thing, or she wanted to go on another proper date. She said yes. She also laughed and said I got her pussy juice all over her hair. Said her car smelled like sex. I told her it was a good smell.
(NSFW over)
I texted her after thanking her for the lovely night, and for sharing herself and said I loved that her smell was still all over me. (I think you should always thank a woman for sex. It's a gift you both share together, yet sometimes people forget to show gratitude for that. Even if it's an ONS.)
The next day we made future plans for this week. I'm nervous, because I've rarely had a night of such great passion, and I'm afraid I like Sarah a bit too much. She's probably more sexually/romantically experienced than me, and clearly loves to date. Promiscuous. I still want to give it a try and see where it goes.
I despise people who insist on sexually shaming people, so if you are the sort to call this girl a slut in the comments, just pass over this thread.
Would be happy to hear advice. I really want to put my best foot forward.
