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As I wrote in the Snatch Tournament thread, on Wednesday I approached this stylish sexy brunette as I was walking back from the gym.
We texted back and forth and settled on meeting last night at around 10. She called me to say she was there and I was taking a dump FML. I have had the shits for I think 2 days now which doesn't help with state.
As soon as I met her, I kissed her on the cheek and held her waist as we walked to the bar.
We only stayed at the bar for 1.5 hours.
During our conversation (and it was cool that 30 minutes in, the barkeep came to ask us to move inside to a different table, thus creating the illusion that we'd been to two venues due to changing tables [time distortion]), the sexual tension was palpable. Somewhere in there, I did light bf disqualification and compared Italian food to sex (I didn't do the boxing gambit) in an attempt to set a sexual frame. Forgot love languages, forgot to ask her what she was like in high school, etc.
About 30 minutes before we left the bar, I got really close to her face as I talked, and she began positioning herself for the makeout. As soon as we sat down, my hand was on her leg, caressing it and touching her hands. We kissed a few times, always with me breaking it off first.
I was really horny after the bombastic experience with my previous lay, where I had the best first-time sex of my life, and had spent another 15 hours with the same girl before traveling.
And so it was hard to focus on this girl, because I just wanted to fuck her. Like, I have the impression that I oozed sex. Also, the ease with which she gave me her number and her readiness to text, coupled with her comfort with my holding her waist as soon as I met up with her, and with meeting me at 10.30 p.m., everything made me think she was horny too.
Our drinks had finished and, contrary to form, I just asked her "Do you have drinks at your place?" she responded, "Why, you wanna go there? We will see" and I told her, "Well, I have a bedroom, but not the whole apartment to myself" I was underselling my sex location. I also told her my mattress was hard.
I then asked her, "Do you wanna get another drink?" and she said sure, and floated the idea of going to another bar. Now, keep in mind it was sheer luck that we ended up at this first bar to begin with (a friend who is a native of this island recommended it to me before I traveled, and it was 9 minutes walking from my airbnb).
So I checked through his remaining recommendations, and I found one of his bars was literally right next to this girl's apartment. I proposed that one as we walked, but she said she didn't even drink that much these days.
So I just walked her to mine. On the way, I kissed her cheek once or twice and was holding her waist (and she was holding mine). She said she could only stay 30 minutes, and I said sure.
At first, she said nothing was going to happen because she was on her period and was set to leave at 1.00 a.m. I said I had no problem with periods. I had thrown her on the bed after initiating makeout in my room (there is a stranger in another room in this airbnb, and the owner of the apartment in a little study with a mattress literally right next to my room, but luckily he was out last night).
Amidst her resistance, it was tricky to get her upper garments off, but it helped that I flipped her around to give her a massage. I'll be permanently adding this Skills-patented move to my escalation repertoire (girls don't expect it, so it's good because it switches off their auto-resistance mechanisms, or at least makes them momentarily go haywire).
She said it was too fast, we didn't know each other. She suggested we meet the next day for a coffee, to get to know each other better. I told her that in prehistoric times, we didn't have language, and yet we were still able to procreate. She said there must have been another form of communicating, and I said we would see each other and that was that.
Then I told her how sometimes you really like someone but then the sex is shit, after several dates and personality alignment. And sometimes the person doesn't like you and the sex is amazing. She said sometimes the first time it sucks but then it gets better - I said if the first time it sucks that's already a bit sus. I told her you can have first time sex and it can be otherworldly.
I don't remember if it was before or after these explanations of mine that she decided she wanted to sleep over, which I knew to be a good sign. However, I could tell that she was indecisive, torn between her arousal and this idea she had that she needed to know me better (or possibly that sex on the first date was too fast, or her period).
We ended up talking about what she was like in high school as we lay cuddling in bed, and many other topics (she asked me when was the last time I had sex, I asked her if she was often approached by handsome guys on the street, she said yes but they were weird on the approach, and I was cute, she asked me if I always spoke to girls on the street, and I said sometimes, I asked her if girls from her country were all sensual like her, and she said no, I asked her if she felt Middle Eastern or Spanish (she was raised in Spain), if the two cultures were different, how long she planned to stay in her current job, how many siblings she had, etc, etc), and she felt like she knew me better, and that we had similarity, and was aroused, and it was at that point that she decided to give me her chocha.
After many starts and stops, and some sleep in between, at around 5.30 a.m. or so I managed to get her panties off a third or fourth time and this time it seemed like the switch had flipped in her mind about fucking.
But she insisted on the rubber, and I couldn't get it hard enough to put one on. I could have asked her to suck me off. This, if I went back, is the only thing I would have done differently.
So only me fingering her, sucking her tits, kissing her body, etc. and her rubbing my cock, and me putting in the tip. She wouldn't let me go in for a bit to get hard and then put on the rubber.
She was 29 but looked much younger due to her Middle Eastern heritage. She only lost her virginity at 23, which explains why her pussy was so tight, that I was never able to put more than one finger in.
We were supposed to meet after work today but I doubt I'll hear from her again since she's allowed me to fuck her and I haven't. IME, this is game over.
Anyway, I was surprised that I was able to get a girl from the street to my bed with such ease. Perhaps my verbals weren't perfect, but her English also wasn't stellar, so it was more or less a futile endeavour, but for the rest, the way I persisted I think was good (giving her comforting phrases, one step forward, two steps back, etc.).
The downside is that I spent the night basically awake and so it will be tough to be productive today, and I have a 1,200-word paper to hand in in 6 days (aside from a full-time job).
Sure, managing to pork her would have been nice, but I feel like it was too much effort on my part (sleepless night), and even if I had managed to break the gates with my battering ram, the cost would have been high since today I'm a vegetable.
Thanks for reading!
We texted back and forth and settled on meeting last night at around 10. She called me to say she was there and I was taking a dump FML. I have had the shits for I think 2 days now which doesn't help with state.
As soon as I met her, I kissed her on the cheek and held her waist as we walked to the bar.
We only stayed at the bar for 1.5 hours.
During our conversation (and it was cool that 30 minutes in, the barkeep came to ask us to move inside to a different table, thus creating the illusion that we'd been to two venues due to changing tables [time distortion]), the sexual tension was palpable. Somewhere in there, I did light bf disqualification and compared Italian food to sex (I didn't do the boxing gambit) in an attempt to set a sexual frame. Forgot love languages, forgot to ask her what she was like in high school, etc.
About 30 minutes before we left the bar, I got really close to her face as I talked, and she began positioning herself for the makeout. As soon as we sat down, my hand was on her leg, caressing it and touching her hands. We kissed a few times, always with me breaking it off first.
I was really horny after the bombastic experience with my previous lay, where I had the best first-time sex of my life, and had spent another 15 hours with the same girl before traveling.
And so it was hard to focus on this girl, because I just wanted to fuck her. Like, I have the impression that I oozed sex. Also, the ease with which she gave me her number and her readiness to text, coupled with her comfort with my holding her waist as soon as I met up with her, and with meeting me at 10.30 p.m., everything made me think she was horny too.
Our drinks had finished and, contrary to form, I just asked her "Do you have drinks at your place?" she responded, "Why, you wanna go there? We will see" and I told her, "Well, I have a bedroom, but not the whole apartment to myself" I was underselling my sex location. I also told her my mattress was hard.
I then asked her, "Do you wanna get another drink?" and she said sure, and floated the idea of going to another bar. Now, keep in mind it was sheer luck that we ended up at this first bar to begin with (a friend who is a native of this island recommended it to me before I traveled, and it was 9 minutes walking from my airbnb).
So I checked through his remaining recommendations, and I found one of his bars was literally right next to this girl's apartment. I proposed that one as we walked, but she said she didn't even drink that much these days.
So I just walked her to mine. On the way, I kissed her cheek once or twice and was holding her waist (and she was holding mine). She said she could only stay 30 minutes, and I said sure.
At first, she said nothing was going to happen because she was on her period and was set to leave at 1.00 a.m. I said I had no problem with periods. I had thrown her on the bed after initiating makeout in my room (there is a stranger in another room in this airbnb, and the owner of the apartment in a little study with a mattress literally right next to my room, but luckily he was out last night).
Amidst her resistance, it was tricky to get her upper garments off, but it helped that I flipped her around to give her a massage. I'll be permanently adding this Skills-patented move to my escalation repertoire (girls don't expect it, so it's good because it switches off their auto-resistance mechanisms, or at least makes them momentarily go haywire).
She said it was too fast, we didn't know each other. She suggested we meet the next day for a coffee, to get to know each other better. I told her that in prehistoric times, we didn't have language, and yet we were still able to procreate. She said there must have been another form of communicating, and I said we would see each other and that was that.
Then I told her how sometimes you really like someone but then the sex is shit, after several dates and personality alignment. And sometimes the person doesn't like you and the sex is amazing. She said sometimes the first time it sucks but then it gets better - I said if the first time it sucks that's already a bit sus. I told her you can have first time sex and it can be otherworldly.
I don't remember if it was before or after these explanations of mine that she decided she wanted to sleep over, which I knew to be a good sign. However, I could tell that she was indecisive, torn between her arousal and this idea she had that she needed to know me better (or possibly that sex on the first date was too fast, or her period).
We ended up talking about what she was like in high school as we lay cuddling in bed, and many other topics (she asked me when was the last time I had sex, I asked her if she was often approached by handsome guys on the street, she said yes but they were weird on the approach, and I was cute, she asked me if I always spoke to girls on the street, and I said sometimes, I asked her if girls from her country were all sensual like her, and she said no, I asked her if she felt Middle Eastern or Spanish (she was raised in Spain), if the two cultures were different, how long she planned to stay in her current job, how many siblings she had, etc, etc), and she felt like she knew me better, and that we had similarity, and was aroused, and it was at that point that she decided to give me her chocha.
After many starts and stops, and some sleep in between, at around 5.30 a.m. or so I managed to get her panties off a third or fourth time and this time it seemed like the switch had flipped in her mind about fucking.
But she insisted on the rubber, and I couldn't get it hard enough to put one on. I could have asked her to suck me off. This, if I went back, is the only thing I would have done differently.
So only me fingering her, sucking her tits, kissing her body, etc. and her rubbing my cock, and me putting in the tip. She wouldn't let me go in for a bit to get hard and then put on the rubber.
She was 29 but looked much younger due to her Middle Eastern heritage. She only lost her virginity at 23, which explains why her pussy was so tight, that I was never able to put more than one finger in.
We were supposed to meet after work today but I doubt I'll hear from her again since she's allowed me to fuck her and I haven't. IME, this is game over.
Anyway, I was surprised that I was able to get a girl from the street to my bed with such ease. Perhaps my verbals weren't perfect, but her English also wasn't stellar, so it was more or less a futile endeavour, but for the rest, the way I persisted I think was good (giving her comforting phrases, one step forward, two steps back, etc.).
The downside is that I spent the night basically awake and so it will be tough to be productive today, and I have a 1,200-word paper to hand in in 6 days (aside from a full-time job).
Sure, managing to pork her would have been nice, but I feel like it was too much effort on my part (sleepless night), and even if I had managed to break the gates with my battering ram, the cost would have been high since today I'm a vegetable.
Thanks for reading!
