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What follows is the account of a lay with no technical verbal game to speak of (a negligible line which cannot, in the grand scheme of things, have had any effect on the outcome) but, rather, a lay that came from:
This report is apposite as there is some hubbub currently in the forum over "where are the girls in real life?" from a user who is predominantly sourcing his snatch from the cybersphere. As I wrote on that thread, location is capital (as well as having your studio/apartment in an acceptable state).
So this morning I went for my usual walk but before core-strengthening and stretching exercises (regimen being followed thanks to sparxx's friend who's also suffered severe back injury) so that I could also drink coffee earlier than I have been in the last couple of days, as, consequently to drinking it around 10ish am, it took me more than 1 hour to fall asleep last night because my heart was still pounding as if I was 13 again. (FYI I don't usually drink coffee, and am only imbibing the stuff as I am rushing to prepare for some quite challenging exams I will be sitting next Tuesday).
It was 8:30 am and I was crossing this touristy plaza, cappuccino in one hand (was already sipping it), and brown bag with two croissants in the other, when a bespectacled girl called out to me, inquiring about the location of the city tourist office. The square was empty except for the two of us, as were the areas through which we would shortly pass.
I stopped and pointed out the city museum to her, and she asked if it was open, to which I said "probably in 30 minutes."
She wanted a map of the city. I told her there were shops in the other direction which probably sold those. As I pointed to it (this was where I was originally headed when she stopped me), I started walking there, and she followed.
She was saying it was her first time in the city and that she was here (in the country, only spending the day in the city) to visit a girlfriend whom she hadn't seen in 5 years. I told her "this must be an emotionally charged rendezvous, then" to which she replied, "it will be, yes!"
As we approached the street with the shops, I told her they also sold waffles there. Once we passed by them, we noticed they were all closed. All except one, but this one was still laying out its stall, so no waffles yet.
But now there was already positive momentum (me leading, her following) and compliance, and we were right next to my studio, so I decided to stretch the rope. I led her further and told her there was a city historical landmark right up ahead. We walked to it, and then I asked her:
"Do you want to have breakfast with me? I have two croissants in this bag, and I'd be happy to give you one."
She replied: "Sure! While I wait for the shops to open"
I told her: "I'm over here," as I led her further down the street.
The street door to my building is open from 8 am to 5 pm, so I simply pushed it forward and let her pass.
The total time from meeting her to entering my building's front door was around 5-10 minutes, making this my fastest day game pull to date. And the one that took place at the earliest time as well.
We got on the elevator and I continued chit-chatting with her.
I led her to my studio, still chatting, asking her at what time she'd arrived today (she said "8 am" and that she'd caught the train from the neighboring country at 5:30 am or something).
Inside it stank because of the compost bag (with food waste). So after briefly welcoming her, and offering her tea (telling her to prepare it for herself by showing her the kettle and letting her pick the tea she wanted), I told her I'd BRB and went to dump the compost bag in the building's trash.
This was important as I left her all by herself at mine, showing I trusted her, but also allowing her space to feel comfortable there without me. (And was a big push).
Came back to the studio and resumed chat. She asked me my name. She was standing cross-armed at a certain distance from me as I put the croissants in the mini-oven and continued sipping my cappuccino.
She had said she was originally from Russia but had moved to the neighboring country for school. She said she was a piano teacher and actress. I said: "you must be a passionate woman, then." She replied in the affirmative.
She asked me if I played any instruments. I told her I used to play the classical violin (true). I also revealed my thespian background and my knowledge of the neighboring country's theatre methods, which was great for social frame/rapport.
I was keeping an eye on the croissants. Some years ago when I did a swift pull like this where I'd promised a girl food she resisted when I immediately tried to take her clothes off upon arrival in my apartment because I "wasn't keeping my promise." So I knew to take the plausible deniability to the end, and act like I had no ulterior motives.
Nevertheless, I had to see if her crossed arms meant no cigar or whether there was a way in.
The girl was tall, blue eyes, meaty lips, full nose, slim. 29.
I moved into her personal space to inquire about her necklace (she'd since, feeling comfortable, removed her jacket and shoes) as I touched it. Then I held her hand to inquire about her ring and whether she was married. She said she wasn't, and that her mother had given it to her. The necklace had some sort of Buddhist symbolism and was apparently blessed.
I moved in and kissed her lips softly, as, when I had held her hand and inquired about the ring, she had held mine back (KIOM). She liked it.
I went back to the croissants (fractionation).
We ate the croissants with smoked ham, something she thought was hilarious, but enjoyed. They were nice and crispy, and the smoked ham is of good quality.
Then I held her and started making out a bit, kissing her neck. I said: "It's a shame" She said, "What?" I said: "That girls get judged for doing what they want, and guys don't," to which she said: "Guys get judged as well."
I removed her spectacles and hairpin.
I made as if to remove her top, making sure to look her steadily in the eyes while I did so. She pulled the rest of it off.
After a while she wanted me to remove my sweater and t-shirt.
I was topless.
We were still in an embrace, I pulled her bra down (again, looking her unblinkingly in the eyes while doing so) and kissed her neck and the area around her breasts, keeping clear of the nipples to increase tension/anticipation.
Then I picked her up and threw her on the bed.
I was expecting resistance, so slowed down and looked her in the eyes.
But she was very much into it.
She took her own trousers off.
I took off mine.
Then she asked me if I had a condom.
I licked her torso and sucked her delicious nipples. She had small breasts. She was slim and succulent.
I put the condom on after fingering her surprisingly warm and wet pussy a bit. She'd been touching my manhood when I'd removed my sport shorts (I took off her panties - her pussy wasn't shaved).
Then I started fucking her.
She asked me to go soft as it hurt her. She also didn't like it when I smacked her ass cheeks. Fucking after drinking coffee is like trying to focus after drinking too much alcohol: they don't really go well together... Still, had a blast. She was in pain when I kissed her due to my stubble and her sensitive skin.
Before we'd started she'd asked if I'd visit her. I'd said: "why not? we are, after all, pretty close to each other".
Came into the condom and lay there a bit: "What time is it?" I asked her. "9:30 am," she said.
After about 10-15 additional minutes (post-coital chit-chat a bit more comfort, putting clothes back on, her popping in the shower to cleanse her chocha as some of my manjuice had apparently gone into her vaj, we exchanged numbers), she was gone.
The End.
- My having been in similar situations before (fast daytime pulls) and so knowing they are possible
- My being able to read signs of maximal compliance, including for fast escalation to sex
- Optimal location in CBD but also next to main tourist attractions
- Fundamentals in check (not physique, as I'm still recovering from low back injury, but style is on point)
- Channeling Howard Roark (thanks for the book recommendation, Skills) - see why proper masculine rolemodels are important?
This report is apposite as there is some hubbub currently in the forum over "where are the girls in real life?" from a user who is predominantly sourcing his snatch from the cybersphere. As I wrote on that thread, location is capital (as well as having your studio/apartment in an acceptable state).
So this morning I went for my usual walk but before core-strengthening and stretching exercises (regimen being followed thanks to sparxx's friend who's also suffered severe back injury) so that I could also drink coffee earlier than I have been in the last couple of days, as, consequently to drinking it around 10ish am, it took me more than 1 hour to fall asleep last night because my heart was still pounding as if I was 13 again. (FYI I don't usually drink coffee, and am only imbibing the stuff as I am rushing to prepare for some quite challenging exams I will be sitting next Tuesday).
It was 8:30 am and I was crossing this touristy plaza, cappuccino in one hand (was already sipping it), and brown bag with two croissants in the other, when a bespectacled girl called out to me, inquiring about the location of the city tourist office. The square was empty except for the two of us, as were the areas through which we would shortly pass.
I stopped and pointed out the city museum to her, and she asked if it was open, to which I said "probably in 30 minutes."
She wanted a map of the city. I told her there were shops in the other direction which probably sold those. As I pointed to it (this was where I was originally headed when she stopped me), I started walking there, and she followed.
She was saying it was her first time in the city and that she was here (in the country, only spending the day in the city) to visit a girlfriend whom she hadn't seen in 5 years. I told her "this must be an emotionally charged rendezvous, then" to which she replied, "it will be, yes!"
As we approached the street with the shops, I told her they also sold waffles there. Once we passed by them, we noticed they were all closed. All except one, but this one was still laying out its stall, so no waffles yet.
But now there was already positive momentum (me leading, her following) and compliance, and we were right next to my studio, so I decided to stretch the rope. I led her further and told her there was a city historical landmark right up ahead. We walked to it, and then I asked her:
"Do you want to have breakfast with me? I have two croissants in this bag, and I'd be happy to give you one."
She replied: "Sure! While I wait for the shops to open"
I told her: "I'm over here," as I led her further down the street.
The street door to my building is open from 8 am to 5 pm, so I simply pushed it forward and let her pass.
The total time from meeting her to entering my building's front door was around 5-10 minutes, making this my fastest day game pull to date. And the one that took place at the earliest time as well.
We got on the elevator and I continued chit-chatting with her.
I led her to my studio, still chatting, asking her at what time she'd arrived today (she said "8 am" and that she'd caught the train from the neighboring country at 5:30 am or something).
Inside it stank because of the compost bag (with food waste). So after briefly welcoming her, and offering her tea (telling her to prepare it for herself by showing her the kettle and letting her pick the tea she wanted), I told her I'd BRB and went to dump the compost bag in the building's trash.
This was important as I left her all by herself at mine, showing I trusted her, but also allowing her space to feel comfortable there without me. (And was a big push).
Came back to the studio and resumed chat. She asked me my name. She was standing cross-armed at a certain distance from me as I put the croissants in the mini-oven and continued sipping my cappuccino.
She had said she was originally from Russia but had moved to the neighboring country for school. She said she was a piano teacher and actress. I said: "you must be a passionate woman, then." She replied in the affirmative.
She asked me if I played any instruments. I told her I used to play the classical violin (true). I also revealed my thespian background and my knowledge of the neighboring country's theatre methods, which was great for social frame/rapport.
I was keeping an eye on the croissants. Some years ago when I did a swift pull like this where I'd promised a girl food she resisted when I immediately tried to take her clothes off upon arrival in my apartment because I "wasn't keeping my promise." So I knew to take the plausible deniability to the end, and act like I had no ulterior motives.
Nevertheless, I had to see if her crossed arms meant no cigar or whether there was a way in.
The girl was tall, blue eyes, meaty lips, full nose, slim. 29.
I moved into her personal space to inquire about her necklace (she'd since, feeling comfortable, removed her jacket and shoes) as I touched it. Then I held her hand to inquire about her ring and whether she was married. She said she wasn't, and that her mother had given it to her. The necklace had some sort of Buddhist symbolism and was apparently blessed.
I moved in and kissed her lips softly, as, when I had held her hand and inquired about the ring, she had held mine back (KIOM). She liked it.
I went back to the croissants (fractionation).
We ate the croissants with smoked ham, something she thought was hilarious, but enjoyed. They were nice and crispy, and the smoked ham is of good quality.
Then I held her and started making out a bit, kissing her neck. I said: "It's a shame" She said, "What?" I said: "That girls get judged for doing what they want, and guys don't," to which she said: "Guys get judged as well."
I removed her spectacles and hairpin.
I made as if to remove her top, making sure to look her steadily in the eyes while I did so. She pulled the rest of it off.
After a while she wanted me to remove my sweater and t-shirt.
I was topless.
We were still in an embrace, I pulled her bra down (again, looking her unblinkingly in the eyes while doing so) and kissed her neck and the area around her breasts, keeping clear of the nipples to increase tension/anticipation.
Then I picked her up and threw her on the bed.
I was expecting resistance, so slowed down and looked her in the eyes.
But she was very much into it.
She took her own trousers off.
I took off mine.
Then she asked me if I had a condom.
I licked her torso and sucked her delicious nipples. She had small breasts. She was slim and succulent.
I put the condom on after fingering her surprisingly warm and wet pussy a bit. She'd been touching my manhood when I'd removed my sport shorts (I took off her panties - her pussy wasn't shaved).
Then I started fucking her.
She asked me to go soft as it hurt her. She also didn't like it when I smacked her ass cheeks. Fucking after drinking coffee is like trying to focus after drinking too much alcohol: they don't really go well together... Still, had a blast. She was in pain when I kissed her due to my stubble and her sensitive skin.
Before we'd started she'd asked if I'd visit her. I'd said: "why not? we are, after all, pretty close to each other".
Came into the condom and lay there a bit: "What time is it?" I asked her. "9:30 am," she said.
After about 10-15 additional minutes (post-coital chit-chat a bit more comfort, putting clothes back on, her popping in the shower to cleanse her chocha as some of my manjuice had apparently gone into her vaj, we exchanged numbers), she was gone.
The End.
