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In my last Monday in my old city I sat at a picnic table at a cafe by the water. I’d laid 3 new girls in the past 4 days and wasn’t particularly motivated for new ones. I was in my feels, on a nostalgia tour, cementing the significance, giving everything their proper sendoffs, mental hello’s and goodbyes. I’d been going to this very cafe for years, having visited it in all my chapters of living in this city. I’m a sentimental person. When I sold my favorite couch I was brought close to tears, as to me it was symbolic and meant more. I told the guy who was buying it from me that I was sad about losing it and he laughed, not rudely towards me but just at the idea, saying that it was just some wood and fabric. “Fuck you” I said in my mind. That ascription of meaning to people places and things, no matter how mundane or seemingly unimportant, makes my life better.
So, the purpose of visiting this cafe for a final time, of these sendoffs, was symbolic. I wasn’t looking for a grand finale or something new. I was looking for one last dose of the experience there I’d been getting for years. I wanted to appreciate that and have an ordinary goodbye. A final snapshot experience of what had always been. I wasn’t searching for anything special at the cafe that day and was hoping for the opposite.
That said, I’m never 100% committed to the ordinary. Opportunity presents itself in many forms. And a 22 year old with a fat ass is one just one of my favorites.
I saw her first when waiting in line for my tea. I didn’t think she’d seen me but she later told me she had. She sat at a completely different bar of this large cafe, space than I did, and I wasn’t looking to go out of my way to approach wherever she was. Maybe on my way out, I thought. I had other things on my mind and I had time. About 30 minutes later she wandered down a level by where I was, seemingly taking a little walking break from her work, enjoying the view of the water by where I was.
I smiled and told her I liked her style and we talked. She was in college, studying, and I told her I was leaving in less than a week. She commented on the Oura ring I had on my finger which tracks your sleep and she said she had one too. I asked her about her ethnicity, half white half Latina, and she ended up telling me some incredibly cryptic but deep details about her past which I didn’t dive into too much but made sure she knew I had heard her. She was confident and seemed unphased by talking to me, almost as if she was happy to pass the time by talking to me, taking her break, leisurely engaging in conversation with a stranger, all in passing. While there was good conversation and good contact, slightly closer than normal proximity and certainly lower energy than there would normally be when meeting a stranger in public (low energy day game being my specialty) here wasn’t anything showing direct intention aside from my opening comment about how I liked her style. As the conversation trailed and she told me it was nice to meet her, letting me know she was returning, I figured I’d shoot my shot even though I wasn’t sure how she felt. I told her I thought she was cute and would love to hang with her before I left. She gave me her number.
I was happy, finished my writing and work, and went home. She texted me after a couple hours and texts of banter saying she’d be going on a walk around the trail (ironically similar to the one I met the 8.5 on my last lay report) and asked me if I wanted to join her at 8. I was surprised by that. I could tell this girl was independent and she took pride in that, especially being young (22) and feeling good about those sorts of things. Where she was beginning her walk was coincidentally right next to my place and so I told her I’d accompany her. Now, I’ve really fucked up some walking dates before. You get tired, any sexual tension dies because you don’t have much time, but for some reason I thought this could work and also she’d proposed it so I may as well take my opportunity. She said she was already going and I could join her, and so I did.
I met her at sunset a few minutes from my place and we hugged. She looked even better than she did before, having put on a bit of makeup and wearing athletic type wear but looking intentionally good doing so. Her ass that previously appealed to me through her vintage overalls was now possible to ignore. I was happy and she was happy to see me and it started off great, swimmingly. Immediately, she made the conversation deep, asking me about myself and telling me about her, somewhat bragging and qualifying herself unprovoked. My suspicion, from the get go, was that she knew that logistically all that could happen here was sex, and I seemed hot and nice enough, and so she was going to share a lot about herself with me so that she could create a strong connection and give herself permission to have sex with me, mentally, in a way. That was my read and it ended up being true. I was a little thrown off by it in the beginning but I excel in these low energy, deep diving kinds of conversations and led it deeper and deeper, including delving into a few of my own monologues about the world, how you have to do what you want, can’t let societal or family member restrictions impede on your own desires as long as you’re not hurting people, etc. I can truly milk the fuck out of that kind of conversation and it’s pretty authentic. That combination of taking things deep, being willing to lead, essentially being bold in conversation and proposal while not having nervous or high energy accompany it is part of my secret sauce.
She pretty quickly, without much digging from me needed, began telling me about her pretty fucked up childhood. Despite it, or because of it, she seemed very independent, intelligent, in control. I didn’t want to dispel any of that and was happy to lean into her frame of her being independent and how that was a good thing.
It was getting dark and we neared a bridge that passed over a little part of the river that kids were jumping into from the bridge. I was wearing shorts and she was wearing athletic type yoga pants shorts whatever, but I convinced her to jump in with me. It was like a 15 foot drop. I’d done it many times. She was definitely nervous but seemingly had to agree given her talk before. I jumped first and she jumped and then when she hit the water I thought she’d fucked herself up. I knew she was nervous to do it but I didn’t know she was that nervous, but she went along with it. She hit the water hard and played it off but it was okay. We talked in the shallow part and laughed it off and I knew I could probably close in and go for some touch, a kiss, right there but I decided to hold off. It just felt right to do so. I didn’t need to rush it. We were in ou town little world and her body language didn’t 100% invite me to go for a takeout or anything but she wasn’t hiding she was into me. It was like she wanted more conversation.
We kept walking and it began to get dark and we had more and more good conversation. It was enjoyable, our own little movie, fireflies about. I told her I was a a touchy person and took her hand and then while holding it put it around her shoulders. We walked more like that, talking a little bit about attachment styles and the different love languages - mine is physical touch and I always say it is to ease into that kind of touch and conversation - and she said she liked touch but it wasn’t her love language of choice and it really depends upon she was with. I told her to let me know if I was too much for her. She was agreeable and said she liked it. After a bit more walking, and it was getting very dark at this point, I stopped her and turned towards her and kissed her. She melted into it but not all the way, and we kissed and smooched, and I pulled back and we kept walking.
We went aways and turned around with some more touch and kissing as we went. It was extremely comfortable. Yet she made some comments as we walked how she’s not the kind of girl to do this, to kiss quickly. I had gone for deeper takeouts but she’d resisted. And yet I knew I was going to fuck this girl, pretty certainly. I was just going with my own flow. When we were getting close to back and to her car, as she’d driven there, I proposed she come up and watch a movie we’d talked about before. I also want to add - we got along extremely well - the conversation was easy and deep and great. She said yes to the movie but she had to go home first to change out of her clothes. I imagined her wet attire wasn’t particularly comfortable and I may have pushed the walk for too long. Not a huge deal. I didn’t object and was super chill about it. I smiled and shut her door goodbye without giving her a kiss. I didn’t want a kiss to feel some sort of closure on the interaction. I wanted her wanting more.
She drove home and I walked home, knowing there was a chance she didn’t come over. Well, she did, having showered, though a little later than expected. I went and got her at her car and smiled, led her up to my place, big smiles from both of us. I initiated physical touch borderline immediately, coming onto her hard but not too hard, and it led to sex. No movie was watched.
This girl was so incredibly submissive and wanting to please me, asking me what I liked, kissing me and touching me and sucking why dick with such passion and love, truly wanting to please. She was verbally asking me what I liked. It was as if I had activated something in her, a part of her that was meant to please and love a man. Her tits were very small and she was very skinny but her thin torso swooped into surprisingly large hips and she truly had a nice, bubbly ass with some cushion. Her face was very cute and pretty and she almost looked like some little asian, porn anime type actress with the way she looked at me with her big eyes. Me leading as effectively as I did, activating that man to woman dynamic, allowing her to feel safe and comfortable in our space expressing herself and indulging in her feminity gave her the opportunity to behave like this and she seemed to enjoy it. And I certainly did.
We had really good sex and she slept over and we had more really good sex and banged again a couple nights later. I was happy. I was on a roll.
Keys to the lay-
I kept the vibe one of comfort and sharing, deep diving, getting comfortable with her. The attraction was there and she was primed for intimacy and I didn’t give her any reason not to be. I didn’t challenge her. I didn’t intentionally qualify her outside of my natural deep diving coming from curiosity. It went as smooth as could be from start to finish.
So, the purpose of visiting this cafe for a final time, of these sendoffs, was symbolic. I wasn’t looking for a grand finale or something new. I was looking for one last dose of the experience there I’d been getting for years. I wanted to appreciate that and have an ordinary goodbye. A final snapshot experience of what had always been. I wasn’t searching for anything special at the cafe that day and was hoping for the opposite.
That said, I’m never 100% committed to the ordinary. Opportunity presents itself in many forms. And a 22 year old with a fat ass is one just one of my favorites.
I saw her first when waiting in line for my tea. I didn’t think she’d seen me but she later told me she had. She sat at a completely different bar of this large cafe, space than I did, and I wasn’t looking to go out of my way to approach wherever she was. Maybe on my way out, I thought. I had other things on my mind and I had time. About 30 minutes later she wandered down a level by where I was, seemingly taking a little walking break from her work, enjoying the view of the water by where I was.
I smiled and told her I liked her style and we talked. She was in college, studying, and I told her I was leaving in less than a week. She commented on the Oura ring I had on my finger which tracks your sleep and she said she had one too. I asked her about her ethnicity, half white half Latina, and she ended up telling me some incredibly cryptic but deep details about her past which I didn’t dive into too much but made sure she knew I had heard her. She was confident and seemed unphased by talking to me, almost as if she was happy to pass the time by talking to me, taking her break, leisurely engaging in conversation with a stranger, all in passing. While there was good conversation and good contact, slightly closer than normal proximity and certainly lower energy than there would normally be when meeting a stranger in public (low energy day game being my specialty) here wasn’t anything showing direct intention aside from my opening comment about how I liked her style. As the conversation trailed and she told me it was nice to meet her, letting me know she was returning, I figured I’d shoot my shot even though I wasn’t sure how she felt. I told her I thought she was cute and would love to hang with her before I left. She gave me her number.
I was happy, finished my writing and work, and went home. She texted me after a couple hours and texts of banter saying she’d be going on a walk around the trail (ironically similar to the one I met the 8.5 on my last lay report) and asked me if I wanted to join her at 8. I was surprised by that. I could tell this girl was independent and she took pride in that, especially being young (22) and feeling good about those sorts of things. Where she was beginning her walk was coincidentally right next to my place and so I told her I’d accompany her. Now, I’ve really fucked up some walking dates before. You get tired, any sexual tension dies because you don’t have much time, but for some reason I thought this could work and also she’d proposed it so I may as well take my opportunity. She said she was already going and I could join her, and so I did.
I met her at sunset a few minutes from my place and we hugged. She looked even better than she did before, having put on a bit of makeup and wearing athletic type wear but looking intentionally good doing so. Her ass that previously appealed to me through her vintage overalls was now possible to ignore. I was happy and she was happy to see me and it started off great, swimmingly. Immediately, she made the conversation deep, asking me about myself and telling me about her, somewhat bragging and qualifying herself unprovoked. My suspicion, from the get go, was that she knew that logistically all that could happen here was sex, and I seemed hot and nice enough, and so she was going to share a lot about herself with me so that she could create a strong connection and give herself permission to have sex with me, mentally, in a way. That was my read and it ended up being true. I was a little thrown off by it in the beginning but I excel in these low energy, deep diving kinds of conversations and led it deeper and deeper, including delving into a few of my own monologues about the world, how you have to do what you want, can’t let societal or family member restrictions impede on your own desires as long as you’re not hurting people, etc. I can truly milk the fuck out of that kind of conversation and it’s pretty authentic. That combination of taking things deep, being willing to lead, essentially being bold in conversation and proposal while not having nervous or high energy accompany it is part of my secret sauce.
She pretty quickly, without much digging from me needed, began telling me about her pretty fucked up childhood. Despite it, or because of it, she seemed very independent, intelligent, in control. I didn’t want to dispel any of that and was happy to lean into her frame of her being independent and how that was a good thing.
It was getting dark and we neared a bridge that passed over a little part of the river that kids were jumping into from the bridge. I was wearing shorts and she was wearing athletic type yoga pants shorts whatever, but I convinced her to jump in with me. It was like a 15 foot drop. I’d done it many times. She was definitely nervous but seemingly had to agree given her talk before. I jumped first and she jumped and then when she hit the water I thought she’d fucked herself up. I knew she was nervous to do it but I didn’t know she was that nervous, but she went along with it. She hit the water hard and played it off but it was okay. We talked in the shallow part and laughed it off and I knew I could probably close in and go for some touch, a kiss, right there but I decided to hold off. It just felt right to do so. I didn’t need to rush it. We were in ou town little world and her body language didn’t 100% invite me to go for a takeout or anything but she wasn’t hiding she was into me. It was like she wanted more conversation.
We kept walking and it began to get dark and we had more and more good conversation. It was enjoyable, our own little movie, fireflies about. I told her I was a a touchy person and took her hand and then while holding it put it around her shoulders. We walked more like that, talking a little bit about attachment styles and the different love languages - mine is physical touch and I always say it is to ease into that kind of touch and conversation - and she said she liked touch but it wasn’t her love language of choice and it really depends upon she was with. I told her to let me know if I was too much for her. She was agreeable and said she liked it. After a bit more walking, and it was getting very dark at this point, I stopped her and turned towards her and kissed her. She melted into it but not all the way, and we kissed and smooched, and I pulled back and we kept walking.
We went aways and turned around with some more touch and kissing as we went. It was extremely comfortable. Yet she made some comments as we walked how she’s not the kind of girl to do this, to kiss quickly. I had gone for deeper takeouts but she’d resisted. And yet I knew I was going to fuck this girl, pretty certainly. I was just going with my own flow. When we were getting close to back and to her car, as she’d driven there, I proposed she come up and watch a movie we’d talked about before. I also want to add - we got along extremely well - the conversation was easy and deep and great. She said yes to the movie but she had to go home first to change out of her clothes. I imagined her wet attire wasn’t particularly comfortable and I may have pushed the walk for too long. Not a huge deal. I didn’t object and was super chill about it. I smiled and shut her door goodbye without giving her a kiss. I didn’t want a kiss to feel some sort of closure on the interaction. I wanted her wanting more.
She drove home and I walked home, knowing there was a chance she didn’t come over. Well, she did, having showered, though a little later than expected. I went and got her at her car and smiled, led her up to my place, big smiles from both of us. I initiated physical touch borderline immediately, coming onto her hard but not too hard, and it led to sex. No movie was watched.
This girl was so incredibly submissive and wanting to please me, asking me what I liked, kissing me and touching me and sucking why dick with such passion and love, truly wanting to please. She was verbally asking me what I liked. It was as if I had activated something in her, a part of her that was meant to please and love a man. Her tits were very small and she was very skinny but her thin torso swooped into surprisingly large hips and she truly had a nice, bubbly ass with some cushion. Her face was very cute and pretty and she almost looked like some little asian, porn anime type actress with the way she looked at me with her big eyes. Me leading as effectively as I did, activating that man to woman dynamic, allowing her to feel safe and comfortable in our space expressing herself and indulging in her feminity gave her the opportunity to behave like this and she seemed to enjoy it. And I certainly did.
We had really good sex and she slept over and we had more really good sex and banged again a couple nights later. I was happy. I was on a roll.
Keys to the lay-
I kept the vibe one of comfort and sharing, deep diving, getting comfortable with her. The attraction was there and she was primed for intimacy and I didn’t give her any reason not to be. I didn’t challenge her. I didn’t intentionally qualify her outside of my natural deep diving coming from curiosity. It went as smooth as could be from start to finish.
