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2/2/22
The smell of the salt, the breath of the wind. I walk down the beach, my white linen shirt billowing in the warmth of the Gulf. White flip flops and flamingo pink shorts complete my outfit, along with a small bracelet and some aviator sunglasses.
I’ve been in this new city for about 5 days, and had not been able to go onto the beach yet. I read Tony D’s and Ricardus' articles on beach approaches, and decided to do the “Can you watch my stuff for me” approach.
I quickly scan the beach, and see a girl (HBWillow) walking down the beach. I take an L around the beach, so that I end up behind her, and then I see where she sets down her stuff. I give her a few minutes to get settled, and then walk past, pause for a second while looking to the water, and then ask her to watch my stuff while I step into the water. She obliges.
I put my feet in, and it does feel gloriously wonderful. I let myself be for a short time, before returning to my stuff. When I’m back, HBWillow asks me to watch her stuff, and I agree. I continue to sit meditatively, not thinking on anything in particular, just enjoying the feeling of being present, and to be lucky enough to just sit on a beach, enjoying the feeling of sun and the sand.
HBWillow eventually returns, and she’s fairly close to soaking wet. I tell her it looks like it was quite an enjoyable swim, and we quickly get to chatting. It gets into SOTs very quickly, talking about the pleasures of traveling, of exploring the world. I make some solid cold reads, telling her she seems creative, like a person who travels a lot, and who is spontaneous and needing adventures. In retrospect, I need to work on making these cold reads into qualifying statements as opposed to just cold reads.
She asks me about myself, and I pretty adroitly prevent sharing much information. This girl also has ADHD, so is more than happy to do the talking, while I pepper in stuff here and there. I also use labels/mirrors to elicit some of the more interesting topics, and I was amazed at how simple mirroring is to deep dive useful emotional states and experiences.
After about 45 minutes or so of talking, the wind starts to pick up, and I suggest we go grab a drink nearby. She’s down, and we go grab a drink at a nearby beach bar. It turns out this place has surprising meaning to HBWillow. Apparently her mom recently passed away, and when they were last in Miami they both went to this bar. I'm happy I was able to continue making it a place where she will still have good memories of adventure, as well as of love and comfort. She goes to use the bathroom to change, while I make some small talk with the male bartender, getting useful info on the area's nightlife. Once she’s back, we order drinks, and I tell her we should go sit on some couches, which are much more intimate than the bar stools. We share a towel, and continue to talk.
She gets into a lot of tangents about a rather technical hobby of hers, and I use the conversation to mostly direct the conversation back to the emotions of crypto and what emotions inspired her to go that way. Specifically those of uncertainty, forging her own path, and self actualizing. It relates to feelings of love for her dad, and at the same time wanting to forge her own independent path. She makes a statement that is fairly negative about herself, so I grab her hand and lead her mind down a much brighter path before letting it go. While holding her hand, I could feel her grabbing my hand.
At some point, I was curious to try Ross Jeffries “it’s on tonight” embedded command, and again saw in surprise when, as I said the phrase, she nodded her head in agreement. At some point, I put my arm extended on the sofa, and then she lays her head on my arm as we continue to talk.
She goes to use the bathroom again, and when she’s back, I suggest we get out of the bar, and mix some drinks at mine. She’s down.
We go back to mine, I show her around, mix some drinks. Only a few sips, and she brings up something about masculinity/femininity, and I try the submission gambit. She agrees wholeheartedly, and I wait a few moments before leaning in.
The moment I lean in a fraction, she pulls herself all over me. Tongue is immediately down my throat and she is extremely excited. Her shirt comes off with zero resistance, no bra underneath (guess she took it off when she changed out of her bathing suit). She’s not wearing any underwear either, but she’s on her period, and is unwilling to let me take off her pants, or get anywhere near there. I persist quite a few times, but ultimately let it go.
We continue for a while, and eventually we part ways.
2/6/22
I set up a date, with better texting than previous instances. And she immediately comes to my place. I've ordered some food, and mix us some drinks. She wants to slow things down, and we intermix between kissing and talking. She also really, really wants to go back to the beach for a bit, so ultimately, I decide it's necessary in order to let her feel allowed. We go to the beach, some mild hand holding/kissing. Not too much though. After some time there, we come back, and put our feet in the shower to wash off the sand. We hang out some more, before she tries to ask questions again. I just start passionately making out. She is into it, then switches and says she might need to go soon, then she goes and lays on my bed.
Not sure, but fairly certain I know an invitation when I see it. I start taking off all her clothes and start licking her entire body down to her pussy. She's squirming and eventually tells me how badly she wants to feel me in her. I happily oblige.
1 week. 1 week is all it took to get my first lay in this city. It's going to be a wild ride.
The smell of the salt, the breath of the wind. I walk down the beach, my white linen shirt billowing in the warmth of the Gulf. White flip flops and flamingo pink shorts complete my outfit, along with a small bracelet and some aviator sunglasses.
I’ve been in this new city for about 5 days, and had not been able to go onto the beach yet. I read Tony D’s and Ricardus' articles on beach approaches, and decided to do the “Can you watch my stuff for me” approach.
I quickly scan the beach, and see a girl (HBWillow) walking down the beach. I take an L around the beach, so that I end up behind her, and then I see where she sets down her stuff. I give her a few minutes to get settled, and then walk past, pause for a second while looking to the water, and then ask her to watch my stuff while I step into the water. She obliges.
I put my feet in, and it does feel gloriously wonderful. I let myself be for a short time, before returning to my stuff. When I’m back, HBWillow asks me to watch her stuff, and I agree. I continue to sit meditatively, not thinking on anything in particular, just enjoying the feeling of being present, and to be lucky enough to just sit on a beach, enjoying the feeling of sun and the sand.
HBWillow eventually returns, and she’s fairly close to soaking wet. I tell her it looks like it was quite an enjoyable swim, and we quickly get to chatting. It gets into SOTs very quickly, talking about the pleasures of traveling, of exploring the world. I make some solid cold reads, telling her she seems creative, like a person who travels a lot, and who is spontaneous and needing adventures. In retrospect, I need to work on making these cold reads into qualifying statements as opposed to just cold reads.
She asks me about myself, and I pretty adroitly prevent sharing much information. This girl also has ADHD, so is more than happy to do the talking, while I pepper in stuff here and there. I also use labels/mirrors to elicit some of the more interesting topics, and I was amazed at how simple mirroring is to deep dive useful emotional states and experiences.
After about 45 minutes or so of talking, the wind starts to pick up, and I suggest we go grab a drink nearby. She’s down, and we go grab a drink at a nearby beach bar. It turns out this place has surprising meaning to HBWillow. Apparently her mom recently passed away, and when they were last in Miami they both went to this bar. I'm happy I was able to continue making it a place where she will still have good memories of adventure, as well as of love and comfort. She goes to use the bathroom to change, while I make some small talk with the male bartender, getting useful info on the area's nightlife. Once she’s back, we order drinks, and I tell her we should go sit on some couches, which are much more intimate than the bar stools. We share a towel, and continue to talk.
She gets into a lot of tangents about a rather technical hobby of hers, and I use the conversation to mostly direct the conversation back to the emotions of crypto and what emotions inspired her to go that way. Specifically those of uncertainty, forging her own path, and self actualizing. It relates to feelings of love for her dad, and at the same time wanting to forge her own independent path. She makes a statement that is fairly negative about herself, so I grab her hand and lead her mind down a much brighter path before letting it go. While holding her hand, I could feel her grabbing my hand.
At some point, I was curious to try Ross Jeffries “it’s on tonight” embedded command, and again saw in surprise when, as I said the phrase, she nodded her head in agreement. At some point, I put my arm extended on the sofa, and then she lays her head on my arm as we continue to talk.
She goes to use the bathroom again, and when she’s back, I suggest we get out of the bar, and mix some drinks at mine. She’s down.
We go back to mine, I show her around, mix some drinks. Only a few sips, and she brings up something about masculinity/femininity, and I try the submission gambit. She agrees wholeheartedly, and I wait a few moments before leaning in.
The moment I lean in a fraction, she pulls herself all over me. Tongue is immediately down my throat and she is extremely excited. Her shirt comes off with zero resistance, no bra underneath (guess she took it off when she changed out of her bathing suit). She’s not wearing any underwear either, but she’s on her period, and is unwilling to let me take off her pants, or get anywhere near there. I persist quite a few times, but ultimately let it go.
We continue for a while, and eventually we part ways.
2/6/22
I set up a date, with better texting than previous instances. And she immediately comes to my place. I've ordered some food, and mix us some drinks. She wants to slow things down, and we intermix between kissing and talking. She also really, really wants to go back to the beach for a bit, so ultimately, I decide it's necessary in order to let her feel allowed. We go to the beach, some mild hand holding/kissing. Not too much though. After some time there, we come back, and put our feet in the shower to wash off the sand. We hang out some more, before she tries to ask questions again. I just start passionately making out. She is into it, then switches and says she might need to go soon, then she goes and lays on my bed.
Not sure, but fairly certain I know an invitation when I see it. I start taking off all her clothes and start licking her entire body down to her pussy. She's squirming and eventually tells me how badly she wants to feel me in her. I happily oblige.
1 week. 1 week is all it took to get my first lay in this city. It's going to be a wild ride.
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