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I will not be writing an overly detailed lay report as these girls were involved in a rather curious situation before I met them, and I wouldn’t want to excessively alter the specifics nor would I want to say too much. So this will be abbreviated.
Pulled two BAD BITCH brunettes and their NARC friend from the street after they were kicked out of a bar circa 2:30 AM. It was raining when it happened.
This was the Friday night before last. My first approach after a rollercoaster of a social circle party that I will soon journal about.
Open the first two as they took cover under an awning - I was walking by. Attention grab-opener > situational charm to hook.
Charm the first girl (HB2), then charm the second (Mother Hen) who was actually telling me to get the fuck away as I opened. Then we meet up with the third (HB1) who they had lost track of. Charmed her, and on we go to my nearby apartment with plausible deniability.
Work the immersion and secret society frames at my place while continuing to win them all over. Mother Hen frame grabs A LOT. HB1 is very attractive and in an LTR. Mother Hen is not attractive and has a boyfriend. HB2 is solidly attractive and single.
Probably my most technical lay, and perhaps my most technical set ever.
Things get rather heavy after about 45 minutes of us talking - we circled around SOTs after I showed them my music.
I had moved the conversation away from politics into open-mindedness > judgement of women > sexual standards. HB1 and I are sitting very close to each other on my bed now. She was previously on her knees while I was at my desk chair, literally looking up at me in a dick-sucking position while brushing her knees against my feet. Had to keep my cool. Eventually she sat on my bed, and I later transitioned over there with a lax movement.
Mother Hen rotates to my chair from the bed, and HB2 remains on my futon. I invite HB2 to sit beside me after some time. She is aroused and nervous and complies.
I catch that Mother Hen is a staunch, controlling NARC and would not approve of HB1 cheating on her boyfriend (even though I think she would have). HB1 had been complimenting my compassion and “vibes” while initiating a lot of touch. More importantly I saw the look in her eyes.
But anyway HB1 and HB2 are visiting the collegiate Mother Hen from out-of-town. They’re old high school friends from an inner-city of a Midwestern place.
Mother Hen likes me considerably now, repetitively saying, “I would totally have a crush on you if I didn’t have a boyfriend.”
While I could’ve tried escalating on all three, it would have been risky and a clash with the polarization of Mother Hen’s highly-charged identity. And I also perceive that HB2 wants my cock quite a lot.
A fascinating exchange then occurs.
She continues to frame grab and asks if I think HB2 is pretty. Of course, this is not part of my verbals.
I reframe about how I think that women should not be objectified. They all get disappointed, and I realize that Mother Hen was rather blatantly asking if I wanted to fuck HB2. Catching it just in time, I lose the ego and say that HB2 is a pretty girl. Smiles all around and HB2 is relieved. I reach for her hand, and she grabs it tightly.
Mother Hen calls HB2 into my bathroom while sexual tension remains between HB1 and I. HB1 is hot and BAD BITCH AS FUCK, wearing a little white bandeau with very much cleavage and black jeans. Gives me lots of compliments about my uniqueness blah blah. It was an escalation window, but again it was too risky when I understood what was going on with HB2 and this context at large. Thought it was better to work for the lay with HB2 rather than be too ambitiously rash, i.e,, risk-aversion.
Mother Hen returns from the bathroom with HB2. I invite HB2 back to my bed and take her hand again. Mother Hen announces that her boyfriend will be coming by to pick up her and HB1, but HB2 can keep hanging with me if I’d like. This sentence bears the fruit of seduction.
Mother Hen continues by requesting my phone number so she can invite me to a darty, apparently.
The subsequent words from Mother Hen’s mouth are, “I have your phone number and know where you live. If you hurt her, I will throw a Molotov cocktail into your window and hope you burn in flames.”
I respond, “Oh, I completely understand. You want to protect your friend and make sure she stays safe. Actually, I’m really glad that you said that because most guys are creeps. I hate that. I promise I’ll look out for her, and if you need anything, feel free to give me or her a call.”
HB1 smiles and comments how much she loves that I’m unfazed by Mother Hen being a total bitch. Mother Hen proudly hair flips. I’m like, “Nah, I don’t think she’s a bitch at all. I get the sense that Mother Hen is like the glue in your friendship and always wants the best for you. To me it’s a beautiful dynamic that most people don’t have - I actually really admire all of you for wanting to protect each other.”
As soon as they leave and wish us fun, HB2 and I immediately capitalize on the immense amount of sexual tension. Make-out and sexy-time.
She was more than ready and has aggressive lips, so I tease. Once her silk top - no bra - and jeans come off, she asks me if I think it’s weird that despite giving blowjobs and stuff that she’s never let a guy fuck her. I say not at all and follow with more nonjudgmental framing.
Mother Hen’s behavior - and HB1’s happiness at leaving us alone - make a lot of sense now. They gladly wanted HB2 to lose her virginity with me, even though I earned the lust of both of them as well. But ASD and stuff so this is probably how they rationalized it.
I frame this situation as that I could “help her” lose her virginity, but it is completely up to her. It was an extended strategy based upon arousing, tempting, and fractionation. Furthermore, it was a delicate situation with the crazy Mother Hen in particular. Think it was the safe move.
Eventually, she goes to the bathroom to obviously call her friends and discuss. When she comes out, she says that she’s ready.
I’ve been working to trounce ED, and the issues were not as pronounced as prior lays. I’m hard enough to get in without much trouble. Make her verbalize repeatedly that she wants to get fucked. Then I reward her by giving my best dicking yet.
I’m dominant with her and she does whatever I command. But I’m also more careful now and want to give her a really nice experience. I work it very slowly and gradually. Lots of deep-diving and cuddling afterwards.
Though I do eventually put her on her knees and cum on her face, then make her eat every last drop. Followed by plenty of affirmation.
Suddenly and surprisingly, Mother Hen, Mother Hen’s boyfriend, and HB1 come back by to drop us off food at 4:30 AM. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.
We go outside to pick it up from their car in the pouring rain and HB1 is like “Appreciate you!” as she hands me a bag of food before swerving off. What an experience with these three…
After we eat, cuddle, and listen to music, HB2 is visibly ready for sleep and I encourage her to doze off. I hold her while she does - I have trouble falling asleep with girls. But I enjoy holding her.
I also note the texts she sent which were all along the lines of “V-card lost!” Her phone continues to blow up throughout the night.
Fuck her again in the morning. Let her rest while I grab us donuts from my usual spot. She likes the one I got her with the strawberry on top. Get her an Uber back to Mother Hen’s place, do some texting etiquette, and she types back, “Thank you sm for having me!!”
I cap the celebration by washing my sheets.
After all, Saturday night still awaited.
Pulled two BAD BITCH brunettes and their NARC friend from the street after they were kicked out of a bar circa 2:30 AM. It was raining when it happened.
This was the Friday night before last. My first approach after a rollercoaster of a social circle party that I will soon journal about.
Open the first two as they took cover under an awning - I was walking by. Attention grab-opener > situational charm to hook.
Charm the first girl (HB2), then charm the second (Mother Hen) who was actually telling me to get the fuck away as I opened. Then we meet up with the third (HB1) who they had lost track of. Charmed her, and on we go to my nearby apartment with plausible deniability.
Work the immersion and secret society frames at my place while continuing to win them all over. Mother Hen frame grabs A LOT. HB1 is very attractive and in an LTR. Mother Hen is not attractive and has a boyfriend. HB2 is solidly attractive and single.
Probably my most technical lay, and perhaps my most technical set ever.
Things get rather heavy after about 45 minutes of us talking - we circled around SOTs after I showed them my music.
I had moved the conversation away from politics into open-mindedness > judgement of women > sexual standards. HB1 and I are sitting very close to each other on my bed now. She was previously on her knees while I was at my desk chair, literally looking up at me in a dick-sucking position while brushing her knees against my feet. Had to keep my cool. Eventually she sat on my bed, and I later transitioned over there with a lax movement.
Mother Hen rotates to my chair from the bed, and HB2 remains on my futon. I invite HB2 to sit beside me after some time. She is aroused and nervous and complies.
I catch that Mother Hen is a staunch, controlling NARC and would not approve of HB1 cheating on her boyfriend (even though I think she would have). HB1 had been complimenting my compassion and “vibes” while initiating a lot of touch. More importantly I saw the look in her eyes.
But anyway HB1 and HB2 are visiting the collegiate Mother Hen from out-of-town. They’re old high school friends from an inner-city of a Midwestern place.
Mother Hen likes me considerably now, repetitively saying, “I would totally have a crush on you if I didn’t have a boyfriend.”
While I could’ve tried escalating on all three, it would have been risky and a clash with the polarization of Mother Hen’s highly-charged identity. And I also perceive that HB2 wants my cock quite a lot.
A fascinating exchange then occurs.
She continues to frame grab and asks if I think HB2 is pretty. Of course, this is not part of my verbals.
I reframe about how I think that women should not be objectified. They all get disappointed, and I realize that Mother Hen was rather blatantly asking if I wanted to fuck HB2. Catching it just in time, I lose the ego and say that HB2 is a pretty girl. Smiles all around and HB2 is relieved. I reach for her hand, and she grabs it tightly.
Mother Hen calls HB2 into my bathroom while sexual tension remains between HB1 and I. HB1 is hot and BAD BITCH AS FUCK, wearing a little white bandeau with very much cleavage and black jeans. Gives me lots of compliments about my uniqueness blah blah. It was an escalation window, but again it was too risky when I understood what was going on with HB2 and this context at large. Thought it was better to work for the lay with HB2 rather than be too ambitiously rash, i.e,, risk-aversion.
Mother Hen returns from the bathroom with HB2. I invite HB2 back to my bed and take her hand again. Mother Hen announces that her boyfriend will be coming by to pick up her and HB1, but HB2 can keep hanging with me if I’d like. This sentence bears the fruit of seduction.
Mother Hen continues by requesting my phone number so she can invite me to a darty, apparently.
The subsequent words from Mother Hen’s mouth are, “I have your phone number and know where you live. If you hurt her, I will throw a Molotov cocktail into your window and hope you burn in flames.”
I respond, “Oh, I completely understand. You want to protect your friend and make sure she stays safe. Actually, I’m really glad that you said that because most guys are creeps. I hate that. I promise I’ll look out for her, and if you need anything, feel free to give me or her a call.”
HB1 smiles and comments how much she loves that I’m unfazed by Mother Hen being a total bitch. Mother Hen proudly hair flips. I’m like, “Nah, I don’t think she’s a bitch at all. I get the sense that Mother Hen is like the glue in your friendship and always wants the best for you. To me it’s a beautiful dynamic that most people don’t have - I actually really admire all of you for wanting to protect each other.”
As soon as they leave and wish us fun, HB2 and I immediately capitalize on the immense amount of sexual tension. Make-out and sexy-time.
She was more than ready and has aggressive lips, so I tease. Once her silk top - no bra - and jeans come off, she asks me if I think it’s weird that despite giving blowjobs and stuff that she’s never let a guy fuck her. I say not at all and follow with more nonjudgmental framing.
Mother Hen’s behavior - and HB1’s happiness at leaving us alone - make a lot of sense now. They gladly wanted HB2 to lose her virginity with me, even though I earned the lust of both of them as well. But ASD and stuff so this is probably how they rationalized it.
I frame this situation as that I could “help her” lose her virginity, but it is completely up to her. It was an extended strategy based upon arousing, tempting, and fractionation. Furthermore, it was a delicate situation with the crazy Mother Hen in particular. Think it was the safe move.
Eventually, she goes to the bathroom to obviously call her friends and discuss. When she comes out, she says that she’s ready.
I’ve been working to trounce ED, and the issues were not as pronounced as prior lays. I’m hard enough to get in without much trouble. Make her verbalize repeatedly that she wants to get fucked. Then I reward her by giving my best dicking yet.
I’m dominant with her and she does whatever I command. But I’m also more careful now and want to give her a really nice experience. I work it very slowly and gradually. Lots of deep-diving and cuddling afterwards.
Though I do eventually put her on her knees and cum on her face, then make her eat every last drop. Followed by plenty of affirmation.
Suddenly and surprisingly, Mother Hen, Mother Hen’s boyfriend, and HB1 come back by to drop us off food at 4:30 AM. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.
We go outside to pick it up from their car in the pouring rain and HB1 is like “Appreciate you!” as she hands me a bag of food before swerving off. What an experience with these three…
After we eat, cuddle, and listen to music, HB2 is visibly ready for sleep and I encourage her to doze off. I hold her while she does - I have trouble falling asleep with girls. But I enjoy holding her.
I also note the texts she sent which were all along the lines of “V-card lost!” Her phone continues to blow up throughout the night.
Fuck her again in the morning. Let her rest while I grab us donuts from my usual spot. She likes the one I got her with the strawberry on top. Get her an Uber back to Mother Hen’s place, do some texting etiquette, and she types back, “Thank you sm for having me!!”
I cap the celebration by washing my sheets.
After all, Saturday night still awaited.
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