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Pre-Approach and Preparation
Allow me to paint the pic.
We return to the early morning late night hours of last Friday, the 26th or the 27th, around 1:30 am, at my favorite bench.
What happens during these hours. For seducers, what happens during these hours?
The magic of these possibilities brought me outside, in the abruptly nice but humid air, to approach again for the first time since my last lay. Such events of that night needed mental and emotional unraveling. Truth. And the final step to wrap it all up is to get back out there.
About an hour earlier, I had slapped on my outfit of nostalgia – a white long-sleeved shirt with green accents, washed slim-fit jeans, green sneakers, silver necklace, silver bracelet, hairband. Besides a new pair of jeans, this is what I did my first approaches in. Had some highs, and had some lows.
Before I stepped outside, I ensured that I was calmed and ready with some breathing exercises. In the past, I wouldn’t do these until I was already walking, and I missed early opportunities as a result.
Not this time. Within minutes, I intercepted a blonde in a sequin miniskirt. These are the kind of chances that are presented in this COVID-era, college-world of nightlife. Catching and redirecting party-hoppers around campus has become the strategy du jour.
Reality-pace opener.
The blonde and I converse and immerse until she reaches her apartment. She’s tired and needs to check on her puppy. Though the plausible deniability was handed to me on a silver platter, I was not able to breach the third transition phase – likely due to a lack of sexual arousal frames. After a few rounds of persistence, we amiably part ways into the night. Not a lay, but not a bad way to start.
I circle through my post-up route a couple times without any approaches. I then rest upon my favorite bench outside of an apartment complex. Breathing, propped on my phone. Soon, a womanly silhouette enters the periphery of my right eye, moments away from walking before me.
Moments away from delicious delight.
Approach and Adventure
Okay. Here she comes. Induce the AI, then open.
Readying an attention-grab opener to get her stopped, I wait for the feeling of a gaze and get it. I slowly look up and catch her eyes…
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
There’s a stream of tears down her left eye. Not bawling – just tearful. For some reason, the extraordinariness of life has made crying girls pop up time and time again... good for charm practice, and I like helping them feel better, too. Plus, it seems that when you're able to boost a depleted state, she becomes quite open to influence. Jeez, though, it's like every night in Lofty World.
Anyway.
I quickly soak in her aesthetics.
Jet, jet black hair. Possibly natural, possibly not. A shorter stature with a tantalizing slim-thick body shape. A black corset top – apparently these are in style – and tight black jeans. Black belt with a golden buckle, black boots.
A delicately-shaped face ringing of naughty innocence.
Her eyes are wondrous jewels. A vivacious blue color like the expanses of the sky. The strongest of strong blues, the most brilliant of brilliant blues. I have never, ever seen anything like these eyes before.
The urge is strong. HBAzure.
Allllllllright. That didn’t go well, but part of me knows it’s not over despite her boots being about ten steps past me now. There was a certain sound in her voice. She wanted to talk; she wanted my attention.
She takes a few more steps, and then I see her glance back at me over her shoulder. Bingo.
I stand up and begin walking over as she halts and waits. Very nice. I’m almost to her when I begin again.
A weirdish turn there. I can tell that I’m not going to unravel what exactly happened right at this moment, but it doesn’t matter. She’s a little feisty with the weird frame grab, yet I know she wants to keep talking. Which is all that matters.
I change threads and ask what she’s up to. She’s trying to meet up with her friend/roommate Kaylee who lives at the apartment we’re standing outside of. Though, Kaylee has her phone for some reason, and HBAzure doesn’t have a way to get in. Except that she thinks she can find a way in through the parking garage.
Oh, okay, I say. I’ll help you try to find a way in through the connected parking garage. She’s open to this idea.
So we walk into the parking garage as I unleash some pacing and SOTs. About the energy in the air tonight, going on our own little adventure, how a night is never over until it’s over, how it can get better in just an instant… becoming that 10 out of 10 night like we all crave, meeting captivating new people, and being the type of person who we want to be.
She laps it all up like ice cream. Says that she’s glad that she met me and describes how she feels safe with me. Like how I understand her and don’t just want her for her booty like all the other guys.
We keep on looking for a way into the apartment from the parking garage, but all the doors leading inside are locked. Around here is when I say that we should keep hanging out once we get inside, like just talking and listening to music – I produce music after all, and even though I have most of my music on my computer, I’d like to compare our tastes. She agrees but says only for a few minutes. Sounds good, I say – it’s no big deal. We’ll just feel it out together.
Around this time is when she pretends to stumble and grabs onto me. Oh, here, I say. Hold my hand and don’t let go. Giggling girl.
We’ve tried like every door, and at this point, I can sense that something isn’t quite right. She should’ve known more about the building layout if she lived here.
Okay, so she admits that she doesn’t live here. She’s actually just visiting her high-school friend Kaylee who lives here.
Ah. We can work with that.
Since we’re not getting inside this building, I just walk her over to some random car and we lean against it. Talking, holding hands. I’ll need to set-up the pull to my place. It’s about a 20-minute walk, so it’s probably best to Uber.
And then what happens?
Well, I was going to try and get the Uber thing going.
But she glides her soft hands out of my grasp, moving them up my forearms. She gets about halfway up… then steps right in front of me. Getting very… very close. Then her arms reach up around my neck and her sweet lips go for the kiss.
AROUSE AND TEMPT. HECK YEAH.
Part of me knows that I shouldn’t let her, but my horniness for this girl wins out. I let her taste me, but only for a few seconds before pulling away. Though she was already doing some fancy stuff with her tongue and moving my body felt like trying to move cement.
She gives a surprised look, but I have my hands on her back now. Comforting her in that second.
And then she gets all handsy trying to make out again. I think I’m in the clear, so I just carefully go with it as I’m trying to order the Uber on my phone over her shoulder.
I’m excitedly tapping away when I see some rather sad words.
“No cars available.”
What.
No, no, no.
I try inputting the address again.
“No cars available.”
NO, NO, NO.
I quickly try to switch over to Lyft.
19 MINUTES AWAY.
Just… no. I try to stay composed but know that I will have to get creative.
Meanwhile, she’s trying to devour my face and feeling my abs, and I can sense that she’s wondering why I’m not fully into it.
I’m thinking. Thinking, thinking. I consider trying find a corner in the parking garage and taking her there. I look around and find a few maybe okay spots, but the layout is very open, and I’ve already noticed other passerby. I’m all for escalating in public but feel that this is not the place to do it.
So stall, I guess. However, it’s hard when she’s already trying to escalate. Letting her kiss me has backfired.
“Is the Uber coming?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m ordering it now.”
Good, she says, as her hands tug at my shirt collar. I’m not entirely sure what to do here while rapidly refreshing the Uber app.
Three options cross my mind.
A couple more minutes and I’m just about shaking with frustration. Then the black screen on my phone changes text. “7 minutes away.”
I press that “Get Ride” button faster than I’ve ever done anything in my life. A sigh of relief, and a smile, and my full attention goes to the beautiful girl in front of me.
I let her know that our ride is just a few minutes away. Then, of course, she gets ASD.
Phew. A big, big breath of relief, and we go back to kissing. Five minutes until the ride gets here.
About 120 more seconds and there’s another round of ASD.
She repeats the same things, and I repeat the same things. It doesn’t work this time, and she backs off me. Says that we’ll meet up later but she has to go now. I try to pace her, but it’s not working.
Those beautiful blue eyes take a few more steps away from me as she says that she’ll go to the front door and try to get in that way.
Then the next words. Oh boy.
“It was awesome meeting you! But I’m sorry, I have to go now, okay?”
And that luscious black-jeaned booty turns 180 degrees and begins walking away. I don’t like that, so I quickly catch up to her side while seeing the Uber ride is only one minute away. My hand gently reaches out for hers, and I was really surprised when she slapped it away, even though I probably shouldn’t have been because that was dumb.
“Hey! I already told you that I was leaving! I really have to go now, sorry.”
“Wait… no. I’m sorry. I was being so disrespectful. I know that you said you were leaving, and I didn’t listen to you. You’re just so different and unlike any other girl I’ve met before, so I really just wanted to spend a little more time with you. But that was very selfish of me and I apologize.”
"No, don’t apologize! I know what type of guy you are – I feel safe with you. Don’t apologize…”
Strong eye contact. The blue eyes soften. Her body turns back to me. I pause and visualize fucking her while she’s on all fours.
And I see the look reflected in her eyes.
So I become a barbarian as I grab her waist, pull her into me, and then slam her against the nearest car - a white sedan. She gasps with widened eyes while I lean against her. The next move I make is to kiss her as passionately as possible, my hands just racing across her neckline and belt buckle.
HBAzure moans and her hands tightly clasp the smooching contours of my face. I pull away.
Then the Uber driver calls, saying that he’s outside the parking garage. I quickly tell him that we’ll be right there. He’s cool and is waiting for us.
I COMPLETELY de-escalate the vibe. Completely, completely. I step away from her trying to remove all sexual tension. Ask her for what her number is and that we’ll compose a text together. She gives the number, and I type it out before she gives her happy, nodding approval. I didn’t even know her name at this point, so I just asked her for the proper spelling and problem solved.
Yes, yes, yes.
Sex and Serendipity
When we’re in the backseat of the Uber, I still hold her hand while cheerily chatting to the driver. Trying to make sure there are no moments of silence that would flare up her ASD. Just having every inch of my body praying that her ASD doesn’t flare up.
It doesn’t. She adds in a comment or two, and that’s it until we reach my apartment complex in a few minutes.
Not letting go of her hand, I guide her out of the car and thank the driver. I’m so focused on getting her inside that I forget to close the car door. She laughs while going back to close it, then takes my hand again.
We’re at the stairs when I see a series of flashes on the phone in my opposite hand. Her blue eyes spot it, too.
Her grip loosens. Her hand quickly snatches my phone, and she steps away into the adjacent grass. I go stand next to her, peering over her shoulder while she reads the texts.
Now, what I do next simply does not show what I’m actually feeling on the inside because internally, I’m saying what she’s saying.
I give her a devilish grin and wrap my arm snugly around her. She looks up at me seeking my reassurance.
“No worries, HBAzure. Kaylee seems like such a good friend checking up on you. We’ll just send her back a text letting her know that you’re perfectly fine and having fun. Sound good?”
“Okay, sounds good. But you’re not having your way with me, got it?”
“Oh yeah, for sure. I’ll just get your thoughts on these new melodies, we’ll talk and get to know each other, and relax just like we should. Now let’s send her a text and get inside.”
Happy, happy girl. She hands me my phone back, and my mind is racing while I try to put together a coherent sentence. I read what I have, she makes a slight adjustment, and requests that we add in “I’ll see you in the morning."
Fine by me.
But hey. This text makes her all giggly, and we head on inside. I just got a new roommate, and the single perk of that is I get to say that my roommate is probably sleeping, so we should just go straight into my room. She agrees, says she’ll be quiet, and I lead her to sit on my bed. Ask her to take off her shoes. She does. I go and grab my speaker from my desk and set it on my nightstand. I’m trying to connect my phone to it when I notice the way those fantastic blue eyes are looking at me.
Suddenly, I have a hot girl’s tongue in my mouth.
Even I get a hint of ASD at this point. I’m like, hey, I gotta at least turn on the music! Seriously, I wanted to make sure that I at least followed through on the plausible deniability a little!
Then she’s all mine and couldn’t be more ready for me.
I lay her down. Run some sex talk into her ear. Tell how what I really like is pleasuring the woman. I’ve reasoned that she’s an OCP/SUB, so I cater my sex talk to that. That she can completely let go into the beauty of the moment and trust that I’ll give her my full attention, taking care of my baby. And will kiss every single inch of her body.
She likes this very much.
While I know that I could tear off all of her clothes, I try to arouse her as much as possible. Always whispering to her. Urging her to forget everything except for the pleasure I’m giving her right now. That she deserves this.
Lots of breathy moans as my lips, voice, and fingers saunter all over her upper body. After about ten minutes, she hurriedly tries to pull down that little black top. It comes off all by her own doing. One snip of the bra strap. She asks me to help with the second.
I oblige.
The black bra comes off. I tease the silky material across her lips before tossing it to the floor. My shirt comes off, and this also goes to the floor.
Around and around her nipples my tongue goes. Then a moist trail down to her belly button ring.
She’s making me feel pretty nice because she visibly can’t take it. Two girl hands reach down to undo her belt and pants. I do the rest. Black jeans, on the ground.
An olive-colored thong remains. I delicately prance my index finger over it and the contents below. I hear some sounds and see thrusting hips. My other hand rapidly pulls the thong down, and my touch comes just about to some very fine-looking pussy lips.
Then I pull the thong back up to a gasp.
“I don’t think you’re ready for that just yet.”
How funny it is to witness the thrusting frustration of a soaking-wet girl. I enjoy pushing her to the brink for a while longer until her breaths get very, very deep. This encourages me to ask if she thinks she can take my pants off for me.
All too excited.
One more article of clothing on the ground.
Anxious eyes when I graze over her thong once again. This time, it slides all the way off.
And two fingers slide inside.
Ohhhhhhhhh.
Already, this is the wettest pussy that I’ve ever felt. She’s so wet that her pussy is glistening. I do make sure to make her aware of this and have her taste my fingers, adding some oomph to my words.
I take this moment to observe her body.
Three tattoos.
The most noticeable is under her left bicep. An artsy rendition of a scorpion holding a rose in its tail. I make note to ask her about it later.
But for now, my eyes devour the rest of this girl in the nude. HBAzure has quite nice features. The athletic build of a girl who grew up figure skating, as I later learn. Still though, her most amazing physical characteristic are these eyes. So, so blue. I keep finding my stare returning to them…
I retract my fingers from her mouth. Back in the pussy until she’s begging to be fucked. Harmonious sounds to my ears. I still have my boxers on, though, so I’ll need some help. I tell her to take them off for me.
It still feels otherworldly that I can make a girl so excited, so aroused, so wet. Months ago, it was all a dream. Now it’s not.
But yeah, she rapidly takes off the last of our garments. I don’t allow her to touch my dick, however, and I decide to do the same pre-fuck routine as I’ve done in the past two lays.
Make the begging stop with a cock in her mouth. Then reach for the condom.
The sight of my dick in a hot girl’s mouth is just the best. Yet once I take the condom out of my pillowcase, I know that it’s time to give her what she was asking for. I’m hard enough to get the condom on – phew, no ED this time.
That is until I try to penetrate in adapted missionary. I rapidly deflate while I try not to look like an idiot trying to shove it in. Here enters a familiar scene of a horny girl doing her best to comfort me and my soft dick.
Sigh. It really is an unfortunate plight.
Shades of HBMarina as HBAzure sits up and asks me to lean my back against the wall. She grinds on me, cupping my face, whispering that I need to only think about her sucking my dick and nothing else. Her mouth methodically moves down from my forehead to my balls, where she licks and caresses without taking her eyes away from mine.
Soon enough, the erection returns to well, not the full thing, but hard enough. A smiling girl grabs handle of my member and slides it inside. She giggles while I smirk and play with her nipples in return for a job well done. I express my appreciation for her working with me. She replies, “It’s not my first rodeo.”
I try to implement the Eros Technique, but the truth is that I’m just not that comfortable with it yet. The foreplay – yeah, I think that I’m getting the hang of it. But the penetration still needs a lot of work. She’s definitely getting pleasure while on me, and I play with her clit to make sure of that, but I know that I need to take the penetration to the next level.
Probably only about five minutes pass before I slip out while she readjusts herself. Naturally, I soften and can’t get back in. Honestly, I think that it bothered me way more than it bothered her. She didn’t seem to mind that much.
All she did was rub and nibble on my genitals.
“I want you to cum so bad…..”
Repeatedly, she chants this and continues to do so all throughout the night…
The stimulation – combined with me trying to flex my muscles to regain my full erection – results in an involuntary ejaculation. Which really, really upsets me considering I’ve worked so much on controlling my ejaculations.
It makes her really, really happy, though. I’m all like, “Noooooo, what did you do…:"
And she’s all happy and kissing me, so proud and satisfied of herself. I guess the fact that I was trying not to ejaculate made it even more satisfying for her.
I snap myself out of it and actually am able to get back inside of her about 10 minutes later. I’m in a much better groove when a vibrating sound emerges from my nightstand. Buzz.
It’s my phone.
We both look over. She recognizes the number because it’s her number.
Out goes the dick. The phone has her attention, and I brace myself to fight for my girl once again. What happens is not what I anticipated.
My mouth hangs agape.
The rest of the night, I make sure to do my absolute best to reward her for being such a good girl.
I do dominate her and channel her fantasizes but make sure to stay carefully attuned at all times. Checking in on her frequently. Learning from last time, I hold back on the really kinky stuff despite the thrilling temptations.
She tells me that she came for me each time that she does. I was doing okay, and she was just so dripping wet, but I also know that she probably knew how to let herself cum or whatever.
As for myself, I’ve decided that blowjobs are truly the best. She luxuriates me, and I cum thrice in her mouth in three different positions. My favorite is when she’s on her knees, looking up at me, and I finish myself off with her mouth open. So I get to see my cum drop delicately on her tongue.
It was cute to see her become offended when I reminded her to swallow. “Like I wasn’t going to!”
Sex is awesome.
We vivaciously play with each other until around 4:30 am. Throughout the entire session, she must have told me that she loved me at least 20 times. I don’t think it was true love bombing – it was just her sex thing. Even so, she did scare me when she talked about how we were going to keep this going and how I should come to Florida with her over the summer, even though she really struggles with commitment. I mean, I really like her a lot. But I can’t do a long-distance thing, obviously – she lives a twelve-hour drive away. Plus, that wouldn’t be good for my seduction progress. I remark how horrible I also am with commitment and change topics.
We cuddle once the romping cedes. She tells me about her trip and how she’s leaving on Sunday. About how she’s always struggled with maintaining relationships and finding guys that she vibes with – she calls herself a hopeless romantic. An avid reader of romance novels amd literature at large, and she’s already read 20 books this year. Fitzgerald and Huxley are among her favorites as well. Good choices, I say, and we discuss literature further.
About the tattoos – guess they’re related to a guy or something, but I never pushed for full details. Asks about my necklace. Same BS explanation about how it symbolizes “Eternal Justice.” She opens up about her academic career. Despite doing well in school, she decided to go to cosmetology school instead.
After finishing that and working while doing so, she’s decided to enroll in university studies next fall to study business. Her selection is an interesting one. She’s of Italian heritage, speaks Italian, and has been to Italy many times. She’s decided to enroll at a university in Florence.
Having her walk me through the streets of Florence as if we were there together, we share our thoughts about the world. When she talks about how much she loves the aesthetics of the city, I tease her about how I’m sure her cosmopolitan decision had nothing to with all of those Italian boys. She laughs and snuggles into my chest.
Interestingly, HBAzure also delves into the supernatural. Notes how she can read fortunes and sense spirits instantaneously through vibe alone. Grabbing my forearm, she notes how she feels strength and power from me but also about how I close myself off from other people. About how my heart is closed, not fully open to others.
Also asks me if I’ve lost anyone recently. I haven’t. She explains how she feels that I have someone watching over me.
Essentially some rainbow ruses, I guess. Also big into tarot cards.
She tries to put her arms around my neck while kissing me, but I push her arms away explaining how I don’t like my neck being constrained. She interprets this more as me needing to open up and be more vulnerable. I’m really feeling this girl by now, so I just go with it. I tell her about HBMarina and how I was too kinky, too soon, and pushed a great girl too far. And felt really, really bad about it. So bad that I didn’t even talk to girls for a few weeks afterwards.
What she says next is very comforting even though I know it’s not true.
“Don’t let any girl change who you are or what you like. It’s their fault.”
I kind of laugh at her Machiavellian-ness while she caresses my chest and explains further.
“I feel so safe and comfortable with you. I’ve told you that you can do anything you want to me, and I will do anything for you. I love how much you understand me and my body and always are focused on me.”
I mean, yeah, she was really trying to make me feel great. Being my girl. “Othering” the rest.
To the point where she says that she feels so comfortable with me and knows how much I’ll take care of her... that I could put her on a leash, provided she has a little bit of nicotine first.
And if you know me, you know that leashes are my biggest fantasy. And I get very, very excited. But I let it go. I’ve learned my tough lessons in ONS dominance.
We just keep talking instead. A funny story comes up about how one time she had to call into work because she was handcuffed to a bed. Her coworkers never let her live it down, she says.
Eventually, she nears slumber. I know it’s best to tell her to just drift off. She pleads for me to hold her while she sleeps. Of course, of course. Already part of the plan.
So she falls asleep with her head on my chest, her hand in my hand. My other hand wrapped around her.
I don’t sleep for more than a few minutes. I just think. Soaking in the novelty of a beautiful human laying with me, and being so very, very close.
The journey it’s been. I never expected there to be such a low after fucking HBMarina. The aftermath ended up being a very significant emotional toll. A low’s low.
And two approaches later, here I am…
With cold approach pickup changing my life.
Post-Lay and Passionate Glances
She stirs at the time of the sunrise. The beam of light into her face encourages her to snuggle so close to me after a quick peek out the bedside window. We tumble into hours more of sensual fondling.
Our sexual chemistry is palpable. Once we kiss, and stare, and kiss more, I give her a clitoral orgasm. She gets on all fours and gives me another blowjob. Followed by more closeness.
We both know our time is nearly up and are trying to cherish it. Still, we know how important it is for her to also spend time with the friend she came to visit. We compose another text message to Kaylee and lay in bed until she responds.
I say to let her know when she gets there. Then I walk away and don’t look back.
My green sneakers come back on.
I go buy myself a breakfast bowl and a red velvet donut from this cute shop down the street.
Returning to eat my breakfast on my porch, a rush of emotions hit me once more.
It’s true. I truly believe it.
I am, really, actually, truly doing this.
But wait, that’s not all!
I go look for it and find it when unraveling my sheets.
I see the two of them standing on the sidewalk as I walk down the stairs. Both of them are holding white food boxes. Guess they made a trip out of coming to this side of town.
Might as well call her HBKaylee now. She is just as hot as HBAzure. Hot girls have hot friends. She’s tall with a super slim, very lean build. Wearing a loose tee and grey sweatpants rolled at the hip. HBAzure is obviously wearing her friend’s clothes because they are too long on her. A t-shirt and gym shorts. She’s wearing these large, round sunglasses, too, probably because it’s clear that she’s not wearing any makeup. I think she’s embarrassed by this and turns her body 45 degrees away from me upon noticing my presence.
I smile, making eye contact with both of them when I walk down from the last stair.
HBAzure still yells out, “Heeeeeeeeey!” despite trying to hide her natural face. That’s a weird thing though, because she’s a hot girl who I’ve witnessed swallowing my cum, like I’d care if she was wearing makeup?
I’m trying to calculate how to handle this – while I’m very, very tired, the thought of a pull upstairs and threesome IS on my mind. I can’t help it, it’s who I am now.
Yet HBKaylee catches me off-guard. Again, I’m walking towards them. But she starts walking towards me, awkwardly takes the wallet out of my hand, and then awkwardly walks a couple steps in front of me before reaching exactly where she stood before. Really strange. Think she was trying to be defensive of HBAzure but also felt nervous. We’re standing in a pretty close triangle on the sidewalk now.
Yeah, so I dunno whatthefuck that was. So much for the threesome.
I walk back inside with my legs aching. It’s safe to say that I feel rather… drained.
While I wish she wouldn’t have forgotten her wallet to make for a smoother ending, all of the amazing moments of our night flash through my mind and bring a grin to my face.
Sitting on my favorite bench. A teary girl.
Persisting to talk to her. Laughing in the parking garage.
The initial arouse-and-tempt make-out. “No cars available”
Almost losing her. Shoving her hard against the white sedan.
In bed, the kissing, the music, the closeness, the conversations.
Holding her.
Peering down into the very blueness of her eyes. So, so blue.
I tidy my wild bedsheets and hop inside.
My tired eyes are half-way shut when I notice the smell.
A beautiful smell, a sweet smell.
The smell of pretty girl pussy.
Basking in the sexual radiance for a moment longer, I breathe and breathe again.
Eyes shut now.
Another fantasy awaits.
But they’re not dreams anymore.
Allow me to paint the pic.
We return to the early morning late night hours of last Friday, the 26th or the 27th, around 1:30 am, at my favorite bench.
What happens during these hours. For seducers, what happens during these hours?
The magic of these possibilities brought me outside, in the abruptly nice but humid air, to approach again for the first time since my last lay. Such events of that night needed mental and emotional unraveling. Truth. And the final step to wrap it all up is to get back out there.
About an hour earlier, I had slapped on my outfit of nostalgia – a white long-sleeved shirt with green accents, washed slim-fit jeans, green sneakers, silver necklace, silver bracelet, hairband. Besides a new pair of jeans, this is what I did my first approaches in. Had some highs, and had some lows.
Before I stepped outside, I ensured that I was calmed and ready with some breathing exercises. In the past, I wouldn’t do these until I was already walking, and I missed early opportunities as a result.
Not this time. Within minutes, I intercepted a blonde in a sequin miniskirt. These are the kind of chances that are presented in this COVID-era, college-world of nightlife. Catching and redirecting party-hoppers around campus has become the strategy du jour.
Reality-pace opener.
The blonde and I converse and immerse until she reaches her apartment. She’s tired and needs to check on her puppy. Though the plausible deniability was handed to me on a silver platter, I was not able to breach the third transition phase – likely due to a lack of sexual arousal frames. After a few rounds of persistence, we amiably part ways into the night. Not a lay, but not a bad way to start.
I circle through my post-up route a couple times without any approaches. I then rest upon my favorite bench outside of an apartment complex. Breathing, propped on my phone. Soon, a womanly silhouette enters the periphery of my right eye, moments away from walking before me.
Moments away from delicious delight.
Approach and Adventure
Okay. Here she comes. Induce the AI, then open.
Readying an attention-grab opener to get her stopped, I wait for the feeling of a gaze and get it. I slowly look up and catch her eyes…
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
There’s a stream of tears down her left eye. Not bawling – just tearful. For some reason, the extraordinariness of life has made crying girls pop up time and time again... good for charm practice, and I like helping them feel better, too. Plus, it seems that when you're able to boost a depleted state, she becomes quite open to influence. Jeez, though, it's like every night in Lofty World.
Anyway.
I quickly soak in her aesthetics.
Jet, jet black hair. Possibly natural, possibly not. A shorter stature with a tantalizing slim-thick body shape. A black corset top – apparently these are in style – and tight black jeans. Black belt with a golden buckle, black boots.
A delicately-shaped face ringing of naughty innocence.
Her eyes are wondrous jewels. A vivacious blue color like the expanses of the sky. The strongest of strong blues, the most brilliant of brilliant blues. I have never, ever seen anything like these eyes before.
The urge is strong. HBAzure.
Me: Hey there… hold on. Are you okay?
HBAzure: Yeah, I’m fine. *sniffles and doesn’t stop walking past me*
Me: Wait – I get it, things happen… come talk it out with me, sometimes that’s all we need…
HB: I’m fine. *sniffles and keeps walking*
HBAzure: Yeah, I’m fine. *sniffles and doesn’t stop walking past me*
Me: Wait – I get it, things happen… come talk it out with me, sometimes that’s all we need…
HB: I’m fine. *sniffles and keeps walking*
She takes a few more steps, and then I see her glance back at me over her shoulder. Bingo.
I stand up and begin walking over as she halts and waits. Very nice. I’m almost to her when I begin again.
Me: You know, I have a very important question for you. Why do we go out, why do we party, why do we do these things? To have fun, right?
HB: Yeah…
Me: And crying… that’s not fun. But the sad reality is that women especially have so much pressure on them when they go out. All the standards of society weighing down on them, the judgement of peers, the gross groping of guys. It’s such a shame that these things are so common… but since they are, I often try to help my friends through them. Here, you can talk to me. Promise
HB: Really?
Me: Really. Like tonight, my friend Jada was at a party, and I wasn’t there with her like I normally am. Apparently some disgusting guy came out of nowhere and started grabbing her, trying to take advantage of her. It really shook her up – she called me about it and was so upset. We talked, and she calmed down… and then do you know what happened?
HB: What?
Me: Once she calmed down… she met a guy. A guy who respected her. A guy who wanted to get to know her. Actually her…and not just her body. The connection was instant, almost… and it sounds like they went home together… having a great time. It’s so incredible how a bad night can become an amazing night in just an instant, isn’t it?
HB: Oh, yeah… for me it was that bitch.
Me: Right, yeah… girls can be so catty sometimes…
HB: No, dumbass. *Wtf*
Me: Hey.
HB: Sorry.
Me: So a guy maybe was a bit rude to you, then?
HB: No, no…
HB: Yeah…
Me: And crying… that’s not fun. But the sad reality is that women especially have so much pressure on them when they go out. All the standards of society weighing down on them, the judgement of peers, the gross groping of guys. It’s such a shame that these things are so common… but since they are, I often try to help my friends through them. Here, you can talk to me. Promise
HB: Really?
Me: Really. Like tonight, my friend Jada was at a party, and I wasn’t there with her like I normally am. Apparently some disgusting guy came out of nowhere and started grabbing her, trying to take advantage of her. It really shook her up – she called me about it and was so upset. We talked, and she calmed down… and then do you know what happened?
HB: What?
Me: Once she calmed down… she met a guy. A guy who respected her. A guy who wanted to get to know her. Actually her…and not just her body. The connection was instant, almost… and it sounds like they went home together… having a great time. It’s so incredible how a bad night can become an amazing night in just an instant, isn’t it?
HB: Oh, yeah… for me it was that bitch.
Me: Right, yeah… girls can be so catty sometimes…
HB: No, dumbass. *Wtf*
Me: Hey.
HB: Sorry.
Me: So a guy maybe was a bit rude to you, then?
HB: No, no…
I change threads and ask what she’s up to. She’s trying to meet up with her friend/roommate Kaylee who lives at the apartment we’re standing outside of. Though, Kaylee has her phone for some reason, and HBAzure doesn’t have a way to get in. Except that she thinks she can find a way in through the parking garage.
Oh, okay, I say. I’ll help you try to find a way in through the connected parking garage. She’s open to this idea.
So we walk into the parking garage as I unleash some pacing and SOTs. About the energy in the air tonight, going on our own little adventure, how a night is never over until it’s over, how it can get better in just an instant… becoming that 10 out of 10 night like we all crave, meeting captivating new people, and being the type of person who we want to be.
She laps it all up like ice cream. Says that she’s glad that she met me and describes how she feels safe with me. Like how I understand her and don’t just want her for her booty like all the other guys.
We keep on looking for a way into the apartment from the parking garage, but all the doors leading inside are locked. Around here is when I say that we should keep hanging out once we get inside, like just talking and listening to music – I produce music after all, and even though I have most of my music on my computer, I’d like to compare our tastes. She agrees but says only for a few minutes. Sounds good, I say – it’s no big deal. We’ll just feel it out together.
Around this time is when she pretends to stumble and grabs onto me. Oh, here, I say. Hold my hand and don’t let go. Giggling girl.
We’ve tried like every door, and at this point, I can sense that something isn’t quite right. She should’ve known more about the building layout if she lived here.
Okay, so she admits that she doesn’t live here. She’s actually just visiting her high-school friend Kaylee who lives here.
Ah. We can work with that.
Since we’re not getting inside this building, I just walk her over to some random car and we lean against it. Talking, holding hands. I’ll need to set-up the pull to my place. It’s about a 20-minute walk, so it’s probably best to Uber.
Me: I have a very important question for you. Has anyone ever… told you that… there’s something really… really unique about you?
HB: Oh, sometimes. Well, people have called me weird…
Me: Yeah, I get that a lot, too. But you know what? They say we’re “weird” just because they’re all the same. They’re conformists… just going through the motions of life, abiding by all the rules and regulations… always trying to be someone else. But we’re not like that – we’re not afraid of marching to the beat of our own drum… being ourselves.. taking chances… LIVING OUR OWN LIFE…
HB: Yeah, you’re so right! Fuck all those other people. We can live however we want, and we don’t need to listen to them.
Me: Absolutely, I really like the way you think. You’re so insightful.
HB: Thank you, you are too
Me:
HB:
Me:
HB:
HB: Oh, sometimes. Well, people have called me weird…
Me: Yeah, I get that a lot, too. But you know what? They say we’re “weird” just because they’re all the same. They’re conformists… just going through the motions of life, abiding by all the rules and regulations… always trying to be someone else. But we’re not like that – we’re not afraid of marching to the beat of our own drum… being ourselves.. taking chances… LIVING OUR OWN LIFE…
HB: Yeah, you’re so right! Fuck all those other people. We can live however we want, and we don’t need to listen to them.
Me: Absolutely, I really like the way you think. You’re so insightful.
HB: Thank you, you are too
Me:
HB:
Me:
HB:
Well, I was going to try and get the Uber thing going.
But she glides her soft hands out of my grasp, moving them up my forearms. She gets about halfway up… then steps right in front of me. Getting very… very close. Then her arms reach up around my neck and her sweet lips go for the kiss.
AROUSE AND TEMPT. HECK YEAH.
Part of me knows that I shouldn’t let her, but my horniness for this girl wins out. I let her taste me, but only for a few seconds before pulling away. Though she was already doing some fancy stuff with her tongue and moving my body felt like trying to move cement.
She gives a surprised look, but I have my hands on her back now. Comforting her in that second.
Me: Hey… meeting you, being with you, you being with me, being here together… it’s almost felt like fate, you know? Like this was meant to happen for both of our nights to get so much better.
HB: Yeah… for sure…
Me: Yeah… for sure… I think so, too. So we were going to talk and listen to music together, and I’d like to do that with you… yeah, since we can’t get into Kaylee’s place right now… we can just go to my place. It’s just down the street, but we’ll just grab an Uber.
HB: Wait. I’ll go with you, but we’re not going to do it.
Me: What?
HB: Oh, I was just saying th-
Me: Oh, SEX? Oh, you mean SEX? Oh, we won’t have SEX. We’re adults here, right? Surely we’ll be able to listen to music, and I’ll even show you my new melodies, without tearing our clothes of each other.
HB: Thank you for understanding.
Me: I completely get it. I hate it when women do things that they don’t want to do. In fact, I only want them to do things that they really want to do, and feel like they can do without inhibition. Plus, I don’t even like sex… [Good Sex Gambit]
HB: Yeah… for sure…
Me: Yeah… for sure… I think so, too. So we were going to talk and listen to music together, and I’d like to do that with you… yeah, since we can’t get into Kaylee’s place right now… we can just go to my place. It’s just down the street, but we’ll just grab an Uber.
HB: Wait. I’ll go with you, but we’re not going to do it.
Me: What?
HB: Oh, I was just saying th-
Me: Oh, SEX? Oh, you mean SEX? Oh, we won’t have SEX. We’re adults here, right? Surely we’ll be able to listen to music, and I’ll even show you my new melodies, without tearing our clothes of each other.
HB: Thank you for understanding.
Me: I completely get it. I hate it when women do things that they don’t want to do. In fact, I only want them to do things that they really want to do, and feel like they can do without inhibition. Plus, I don’t even like sex… [Good Sex Gambit]
I’m excitedly tapping away when I see some rather sad words.
“No cars available.”
What.
No, no, no.
I try inputting the address again.
“No cars available.”
NO, NO, NO.
I quickly try to switch over to Lyft.
19 MINUTES AWAY.
Just… no. I try to stay composed but know that I will have to get creative.
Meanwhile, she’s trying to devour my face and feeling my abs, and I can sense that she’s wondering why I’m not fully into it.
I’m thinking. Thinking, thinking. I consider trying find a corner in the parking garage and taking her there. I look around and find a few maybe okay spots, but the layout is very open, and I’ve already noticed other passerby. I’m all for escalating in public but feel that this is not the place to do it.
So stall, I guess. However, it’s hard when she’s already trying to escalate. Letting her kiss me has backfired.
“Is the Uber coming?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m ordering it now.”
Good, she says, as her hands tug at my shirt collar. I’m not entirely sure what to do here while rapidly refreshing the Uber app.
Three options cross my mind.
- Just take her to a corner and hope for the best with public sex.
- Maintain carefully steady escalation while praying to the Seduction Gods for an Uber to become available.
- Completely de-escalate the vibe until an Uber becomes available.
A couple more minutes and I’m just about shaking with frustration. Then the black screen on my phone changes text. “7 minutes away.”
I press that “Get Ride” button faster than I’ve ever done anything in my life. A sigh of relief, and a smile, and my full attention goes to the beautiful girl in front of me.
I let her know that our ride is just a few minutes away. Then, of course, she gets ASD.
HB: Wait, wait. I can’t go with you right now. I’m visiting Kaylee. I’m here to hang out with her. She doesn’t know where I am right now, so I’ll go find her and then meet up with you later, okay?
Me (oh fuck): I completely understand. But I can tell that you’re such a spontaneous person. Aren’t you the type of person who acts in the moment and lives with no regret?
HB: Yeah!
Me: Great, I really like that about you. Kaylee knows how mature and independent you are, and she surely wants you to have fun. So let yourself have fun like she wants and don’t worry about it.
HB: … okay, okay.
Me (oh fuck): I completely understand. But I can tell that you’re such a spontaneous person. Aren’t you the type of person who acts in the moment and lives with no regret?
HB: Yeah!
Me: Great, I really like that about you. Kaylee knows how mature and independent you are, and she surely wants you to have fun. So let yourself have fun like she wants and don’t worry about it.
HB: … okay, okay.
About 120 more seconds and there’s another round of ASD.
She repeats the same things, and I repeat the same things. It doesn’t work this time, and she backs off me. Says that we’ll meet up later but she has to go now. I try to pace her, but it’s not working.
Those beautiful blue eyes take a few more steps away from me as she says that she’ll go to the front door and try to get in that way.
Then the next words. Oh boy.
“It was awesome meeting you! But I’m sorry, I have to go now, okay?”
And that luscious black-jeaned booty turns 180 degrees and begins walking away. I don’t like that, so I quickly catch up to her side while seeing the Uber ride is only one minute away. My hand gently reaches out for hers, and I was really surprised when she slapped it away, even though I probably shouldn’t have been because that was dumb.
“Hey! I already told you that I was leaving! I really have to go now, sorry.”
“Wait… no. I’m sorry. I was being so disrespectful. I know that you said you were leaving, and I didn’t listen to you. You’re just so different and unlike any other girl I’ve met before, so I really just wanted to spend a little more time with you. But that was very selfish of me and I apologize.”
"No, don’t apologize! I know what type of guy you are – I feel safe with you. Don’t apologize…”
Strong eye contact. The blue eyes soften. Her body turns back to me. I pause and visualize fucking her while she’s on all fours.
And I see the look reflected in her eyes.
So I become a barbarian as I grab her waist, pull her into me, and then slam her against the nearest car - a white sedan. She gasps with widened eyes while I lean against her. The next move I make is to kiss her as passionately as possible, my hands just racing across her neckline and belt buckle.
HBAzure moans and her hands tightly clasp the smooching contours of my face. I pull away.
Me: I know how important it is to let Kaylee know you’re okay. In fact, I also want to let her know that you’re okay. You shouldn’t have to worry about anything while we’re together. So we’ll just send her a text letting her know that you’re safe and will meet up with her later. Do you know her phone number?
HB: No…
Me: Okay, no worries. You said she had your phone. I get that, sometimes the night gets weird and things like that just happen. You know YOUR phone number, right?
HB: Yes, of course!
Me: So let’s just send a text to your phone, Kaylee will see it, know that you’re okay, and we can just live in this moment together.
HB: That’s such a good idea! Let’s do it. Can I use your phone?
Me: Of course.
HB: No…
Me: Okay, no worries. You said she had your phone. I get that, sometimes the night gets weird and things like that just happen. You know YOUR phone number, right?
HB: Yes, of course!
Me: So let’s just send a text to your phone, Kaylee will see it, know that you’re okay, and we can just live in this moment together.
HB: That’s such a good idea! Let’s do it. Can I use your phone?
Me: Of course.
I COMPLETELY de-escalate the vibe. Completely, completely. I step away from her trying to remove all sexual tension. Ask her for what her number is and that we’ll compose a text together. She gives the number, and I type it out before she gives her happy, nodding approval. I didn’t even know her name at this point, so I just asked her for the proper spelling and problem solved.
Haha, I can see how that rapidly-composed message would leave a lot of holes for Kaylee. But it satisfied the horny HBAzure. It’s all she needed. I hold her hand as we walk to the Uber together.
Yes, yes, yes.
Sex and Serendipity
When we’re in the backseat of the Uber, I still hold her hand while cheerily chatting to the driver. Trying to make sure there are no moments of silence that would flare up her ASD. Just having every inch of my body praying that her ASD doesn’t flare up.
It doesn’t. She adds in a comment or two, and that’s it until we reach my apartment complex in a few minutes.
Not letting go of her hand, I guide her out of the car and thank the driver. I’m so focused on getting her inside that I forget to close the car door. She laughs while going back to close it, then takes my hand again.
We’re at the stairs when I see a series of flashes on the phone in my opposite hand. Her blue eyes spot it, too.
Her grip loosens. Her hand quickly snatches my phone, and she steps away into the adjacent grass. I go stand next to her, peering over her shoulder while she reads the texts.
HBAzure starts getting a little panicked. Like, “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”
Now, what I do next simply does not show what I’m actually feeling on the inside because internally, I’m saying what she’s saying.
I give her a devilish grin and wrap my arm snugly around her. She looks up at me seeking my reassurance.
“No worries, HBAzure. Kaylee seems like such a good friend checking up on you. We’ll just send her back a text letting her know that you’re perfectly fine and having fun. Sound good?”
“Okay, sounds good. But you’re not having your way with me, got it?”
“Oh yeah, for sure. I’ll just get your thoughts on these new melodies, we’ll talk and get to know each other, and relax just like we should. Now let’s send her a text and get inside.”
Happy, happy girl. She hands me my phone back, and my mind is racing while I try to put together a coherent sentence. I read what I have, she makes a slight adjustment, and requests that we add in “I’ll see you in the morning."
Fine by me.
Just… lol.
But hey. This text makes her all giggly, and we head on inside. I just got a new roommate, and the single perk of that is I get to say that my roommate is probably sleeping, so we should just go straight into my room. She agrees, says she’ll be quiet, and I lead her to sit on my bed. Ask her to take off her shoes. She does. I go and grab my speaker from my desk and set it on my nightstand. I’m trying to connect my phone to it when I notice the way those fantastic blue eyes are looking at me.
Suddenly, I have a hot girl’s tongue in my mouth.
Even I get a hint of ASD at this point. I’m like, hey, I gotta at least turn on the music! Seriously, I wanted to make sure that I at least followed through on the plausible deniability a little!
Then she’s all mine and couldn’t be more ready for me.
I lay her down. Run some sex talk into her ear. Tell how what I really like is pleasuring the woman. I’ve reasoned that she’s an OCP/SUB, so I cater my sex talk to that. That she can completely let go into the beauty of the moment and trust that I’ll give her my full attention, taking care of my baby. And will kiss every single inch of her body.
She likes this very much.
While I know that I could tear off all of her clothes, I try to arouse her as much as possible. Always whispering to her. Urging her to forget everything except for the pleasure I’m giving her right now. That she deserves this.
Lots of breathy moans as my lips, voice, and fingers saunter all over her upper body. After about ten minutes, she hurriedly tries to pull down that little black top. It comes off all by her own doing. One snip of the bra strap. She asks me to help with the second.
I oblige.
The black bra comes off. I tease the silky material across her lips before tossing it to the floor. My shirt comes off, and this also goes to the floor.
Around and around her nipples my tongue goes. Then a moist trail down to her belly button ring.
She’s making me feel pretty nice because she visibly can’t take it. Two girl hands reach down to undo her belt and pants. I do the rest. Black jeans, on the ground.
An olive-colored thong remains. I delicately prance my index finger over it and the contents below. I hear some sounds and see thrusting hips. My other hand rapidly pulls the thong down, and my touch comes just about to some very fine-looking pussy lips.
Then I pull the thong back up to a gasp.
“I don’t think you’re ready for that just yet.”
How funny it is to witness the thrusting frustration of a soaking-wet girl. I enjoy pushing her to the brink for a while longer until her breaths get very, very deep. This encourages me to ask if she thinks she can take my pants off for me.
All too excited.
One more article of clothing on the ground.
Anxious eyes when I graze over her thong once again. This time, it slides all the way off.
And two fingers slide inside.
Ohhhhhhhhh.
Already, this is the wettest pussy that I’ve ever felt. She’s so wet that her pussy is glistening. I do make sure to make her aware of this and have her taste my fingers, adding some oomph to my words.
I take this moment to observe her body.
Three tattoos.
The most noticeable is under her left bicep. An artsy rendition of a scorpion holding a rose in its tail. I make note to ask her about it later.
But for now, my eyes devour the rest of this girl in the nude. HBAzure has quite nice features. The athletic build of a girl who grew up figure skating, as I later learn. Still though, her most amazing physical characteristic are these eyes. So, so blue. I keep finding my stare returning to them…
I retract my fingers from her mouth. Back in the pussy until she’s begging to be fucked. Harmonious sounds to my ears. I still have my boxers on, though, so I’ll need some help. I tell her to take them off for me.
It still feels otherworldly that I can make a girl so excited, so aroused, so wet. Months ago, it was all a dream. Now it’s not.
But yeah, she rapidly takes off the last of our garments. I don’t allow her to touch my dick, however, and I decide to do the same pre-fuck routine as I’ve done in the past two lays.
Make the begging stop with a cock in her mouth. Then reach for the condom.
The sight of my dick in a hot girl’s mouth is just the best. Yet once I take the condom out of my pillowcase, I know that it’s time to give her what she was asking for. I’m hard enough to get the condom on – phew, no ED this time.
That is until I try to penetrate in adapted missionary. I rapidly deflate while I try not to look like an idiot trying to shove it in. Here enters a familiar scene of a horny girl doing her best to comfort me and my soft dick.
Sigh. It really is an unfortunate plight.
Shades of HBMarina as HBAzure sits up and asks me to lean my back against the wall. She grinds on me, cupping my face, whispering that I need to only think about her sucking my dick and nothing else. Her mouth methodically moves down from my forehead to my balls, where she licks and caresses without taking her eyes away from mine.
Soon enough, the erection returns to well, not the full thing, but hard enough. A smiling girl grabs handle of my member and slides it inside. She giggles while I smirk and play with her nipples in return for a job well done. I express my appreciation for her working with me. She replies, “It’s not my first rodeo.”
I try to implement the Eros Technique, but the truth is that I’m just not that comfortable with it yet. The foreplay – yeah, I think that I’m getting the hang of it. But the penetration still needs a lot of work. She’s definitely getting pleasure while on me, and I play with her clit to make sure of that, but I know that I need to take the penetration to the next level.
Probably only about five minutes pass before I slip out while she readjusts herself. Naturally, I soften and can’t get back in. Honestly, I think that it bothered me way more than it bothered her. She didn’t seem to mind that much.
All she did was rub and nibble on my genitals.
“I want you to cum so bad…..”
Repeatedly, she chants this and continues to do so all throughout the night…
The stimulation – combined with me trying to flex my muscles to regain my full erection – results in an involuntary ejaculation. Which really, really upsets me considering I’ve worked so much on controlling my ejaculations.
It makes her really, really happy, though. I’m all like, “Noooooo, what did you do…:"
And she’s all happy and kissing me, so proud and satisfied of herself. I guess the fact that I was trying not to ejaculate made it even more satisfying for her.
I snap myself out of it and actually am able to get back inside of her about 10 minutes later. I’m in a much better groove when a vibrating sound emerges from my nightstand. Buzz.
It’s my phone.
We both look over. She recognizes the number because it’s her number.
Out goes the dick. The phone has her attention, and I brace myself to fight for my girl once again. What happens is not what I anticipated.
HBAzure: Kaylee?
Kaylee: HBAzure? Where the fuck are you?
*HBAzure looks at me*
Me: [apartment].
HBAzure: [apartment]. I met a guy.
Kaylee: Are you fucking serious. You need to get back here right no-
HBAzure: I’m getting dick. I’ll see you in the morning. Bye.
*hangs up the phone*
Kaylee: HBAzure? Where the fuck are you?
*HBAzure looks at me*
Me: [apartment].
HBAzure: [apartment]. I met a guy.
Kaylee: Are you fucking serious. You need to get back here right no-
HBAzure: I’m getting dick. I’ll see you in the morning. Bye.
*hangs up the phone*
The rest of the night, I make sure to do my absolute best to reward her for being such a good girl.
I do dominate her and channel her fantasizes but make sure to stay carefully attuned at all times. Checking in on her frequently. Learning from last time, I hold back on the really kinky stuff despite the thrilling temptations.
She tells me that she came for me each time that she does. I was doing okay, and she was just so dripping wet, but I also know that she probably knew how to let herself cum or whatever.
As for myself, I’ve decided that blowjobs are truly the best. She luxuriates me, and I cum thrice in her mouth in three different positions. My favorite is when she’s on her knees, looking up at me, and I finish myself off with her mouth open. So I get to see my cum drop delicately on her tongue.
It was cute to see her become offended when I reminded her to swallow. “Like I wasn’t going to!”
Sex is awesome.
We vivaciously play with each other until around 4:30 am. Throughout the entire session, she must have told me that she loved me at least 20 times. I don’t think it was true love bombing – it was just her sex thing. Even so, she did scare me when she talked about how we were going to keep this going and how I should come to Florida with her over the summer, even though she really struggles with commitment. I mean, I really like her a lot. But I can’t do a long-distance thing, obviously – she lives a twelve-hour drive away. Plus, that wouldn’t be good for my seduction progress. I remark how horrible I also am with commitment and change topics.
We cuddle once the romping cedes. She tells me about her trip and how she’s leaving on Sunday. About how she’s always struggled with maintaining relationships and finding guys that she vibes with – she calls herself a hopeless romantic. An avid reader of romance novels amd literature at large, and she’s already read 20 books this year. Fitzgerald and Huxley are among her favorites as well. Good choices, I say, and we discuss literature further.
About the tattoos – guess they’re related to a guy or something, but I never pushed for full details. Asks about my necklace. Same BS explanation about how it symbolizes “Eternal Justice.” She opens up about her academic career. Despite doing well in school, she decided to go to cosmetology school instead.
After finishing that and working while doing so, she’s decided to enroll in university studies next fall to study business. Her selection is an interesting one. She’s of Italian heritage, speaks Italian, and has been to Italy many times. She’s decided to enroll at a university in Florence.
Having her walk me through the streets of Florence as if we were there together, we share our thoughts about the world. When she talks about how much she loves the aesthetics of the city, I tease her about how I’m sure her cosmopolitan decision had nothing to with all of those Italian boys. She laughs and snuggles into my chest.
Interestingly, HBAzure also delves into the supernatural. Notes how she can read fortunes and sense spirits instantaneously through vibe alone. Grabbing my forearm, she notes how she feels strength and power from me but also about how I close myself off from other people. About how my heart is closed, not fully open to others.
Also asks me if I’ve lost anyone recently. I haven’t. She explains how she feels that I have someone watching over me.
Essentially some rainbow ruses, I guess. Also big into tarot cards.
She tries to put her arms around my neck while kissing me, but I push her arms away explaining how I don’t like my neck being constrained. She interprets this more as me needing to open up and be more vulnerable. I’m really feeling this girl by now, so I just go with it. I tell her about HBMarina and how I was too kinky, too soon, and pushed a great girl too far. And felt really, really bad about it. So bad that I didn’t even talk to girls for a few weeks afterwards.
What she says next is very comforting even though I know it’s not true.
“Don’t let any girl change who you are or what you like. It’s their fault.”
I kind of laugh at her Machiavellian-ness while she caresses my chest and explains further.
“I feel so safe and comfortable with you. I’ve told you that you can do anything you want to me, and I will do anything for you. I love how much you understand me and my body and always are focused on me.”
I mean, yeah, she was really trying to make me feel great. Being my girl. “Othering” the rest.
To the point where she says that she feels so comfortable with me and knows how much I’ll take care of her... that I could put her on a leash, provided she has a little bit of nicotine first.
And if you know me, you know that leashes are my biggest fantasy. And I get very, very excited. But I let it go. I’ve learned my tough lessons in ONS dominance.
We just keep talking instead. A funny story comes up about how one time she had to call into work because she was handcuffed to a bed. Her coworkers never let her live it down, she says.
Eventually, she nears slumber. I know it’s best to tell her to just drift off. She pleads for me to hold her while she sleeps. Of course, of course. Already part of the plan.
So she falls asleep with her head on my chest, her hand in my hand. My other hand wrapped around her.
I don’t sleep for more than a few minutes. I just think. Soaking in the novelty of a beautiful human laying with me, and being so very, very close.
The journey it’s been. I never expected there to be such a low after fucking HBMarina. The aftermath ended up being a very significant emotional toll. A low’s low.
And two approaches later, here I am…
With cold approach pickup changing my life.
Post-Lay and Passionate Glances
She stirs at the time of the sunrise. The beam of light into her face encourages her to snuggle so close to me after a quick peek out the bedside window. We tumble into hours more of sensual fondling.
Our sexual chemistry is palpable. Once we kiss, and stare, and kiss more, I give her a clitoral orgasm. She gets on all fours and gives me another blowjob. Followed by more closeness.
We both know our time is nearly up and are trying to cherish it. Still, we know how important it is for her to also spend time with the friend she came to visit. We compose another text message to Kaylee and lay in bed until she responds.
We relax for a few more minutes. A few more logistical texts from Kaylee, and we laugh while scrolling through our horrible text messages. She thinks our message about how she “met a friend” is particularly funny.
Okay, now we order the Uber. I offer her some quick food – she thanks me but says she’s fine. I walk her down, stare into her blue iris jewels until the ride comes, and have a final embrace, wishing her the best in her life journey. She wishes me the same.
I say to let her know when she gets there. Then I walk away and don’t look back.
I take a few breaths. Reliving the night and her adorable, pleading face taking my cock.2/27, 11:30 AM
HBAzure: I’m back thank you!
HBAzure: Do I need to buy plan b?
*I look up what plan b is*
Me: Sounds good. Hope you’re not too sore
Me: Nah I always kept the condom on while inside
HBAzure: Okay good
My green sneakers come back on.
I go buy myself a breakfast bowl and a red velvet donut from this cute shop down the street.
Returning to eat my breakfast on my porch, a rush of emotions hit me once more.
It’s true. I truly believe it.
I am, really, actually, truly doing this.
But wait, that’s not all!
Ah come on. Couldn’t it just have ended so nicely like it would’ve?
I go look for it and find it when unraveling my sheets.
Not knowing what exactly to expect, I slip on my green sneakers once more with her pink wallet in hand.
I see the two of them standing on the sidewalk as I walk down the stairs. Both of them are holding white food boxes. Guess they made a trip out of coming to this side of town.
Might as well call her HBKaylee now. She is just as hot as HBAzure. Hot girls have hot friends. She’s tall with a super slim, very lean build. Wearing a loose tee and grey sweatpants rolled at the hip. HBAzure is obviously wearing her friend’s clothes because they are too long on her. A t-shirt and gym shorts. She’s wearing these large, round sunglasses, too, probably because it’s clear that she’s not wearing any makeup. I think she’s embarrassed by this and turns her body 45 degrees away from me upon noticing my presence.
I smile, making eye contact with both of them when I walk down from the last stair.
HBAzure still yells out, “Heeeeeeeeey!” despite trying to hide her natural face. That’s a weird thing though, because she’s a hot girl who I’ve witnessed swallowing my cum, like I’d care if she was wearing makeup?
I’m trying to calculate how to handle this – while I’m very, very tired, the thought of a pull upstairs and threesome IS on my mind. I can’t help it, it’s who I am now.
Yet HBKaylee catches me off-guard. Again, I’m walking towards them. But she starts walking towards me, awkwardly takes the wallet out of my hand, and then awkwardly walks a couple steps in front of me before reaching exactly where she stood before. Really strange. Think she was trying to be defensive of HBAzure but also felt nervous. We’re standing in a pretty close triangle on the sidewalk now.
Me: Ah, so you must be Kaylee. I’ve heard such great things about you from HBAzure. About how amazing of a friend you are and always look out for her.
HBKaylee: Hi, um, nice to meet you! I’m Kaylee. Yeah, uh, I wouldn’t say that I’m the best of friends considering that I fucking lost her last night.
Me: Oh, well, those things just happen, right? It’s not like you meant to lose her.
HBKaylee: Yeah, but she didn’t even have her phone… I had her phone.
Me: Yeah, that was… interesting. It’s good that she was able to use my phone, let her know you were okay, and find her way back.
HBKaylee: Yeah… otherwise we’d be fucked because she didn’t have my address. I was thinking about writing it on her arm or something but…
Me: All good, it all worked out, we’re all here now. So what do you two have planned for today?
HBAzure: A nap!
HBKaylee: Nothing really.
HBAzure: And day-drinking!
HBKaylee: What was your name again?
Me: Lofty. *HBAzure never even asked my name ahhahahaha*
HBKaylee: It’s nice to meet you, Lofty. I’m Kaylee.
Me: Yeah…
Everyone: …
Me: Well, it is so beautiful outside today, isn’t it? Like the perfect day to relax…
HBAzure: Yeah! Way better than [wintry cold place where she's from]
HBKaylee: Yeah…
HBKaylee: Well it was very nice to meet you. *awkwardly half-turns away from me*
*I take that as if she’s about to walk away, and so does HBAzure, who walks up to her side*
*I awkwardly half-turn away because I have no idea what’s going on*
*HBKaylee sees me half-turn, and awkwardly half-turns once more, which is just as awkwardly mirrored by HBAzure*
*HBKaylee takes one step forward and then stops*
HBKaylee: Again it was nice meeting you!
*She starts walking away now*
Me: Yeah take care you two.
*HBAzure gives me a quick look while trying to hide her face, then follows HBKaylee*
*I walk away*
HBKaylee: Hi, um, nice to meet you! I’m Kaylee. Yeah, uh, I wouldn’t say that I’m the best of friends considering that I fucking lost her last night.
Me: Oh, well, those things just happen, right? It’s not like you meant to lose her.
HBKaylee: Yeah, but she didn’t even have her phone… I had her phone.
Me: Yeah, that was… interesting. It’s good that she was able to use my phone, let her know you were okay, and find her way back.
HBKaylee: Yeah… otherwise we’d be fucked because she didn’t have my address. I was thinking about writing it on her arm or something but…
Me: All good, it all worked out, we’re all here now. So what do you two have planned for today?
HBAzure: A nap!
HBKaylee: Nothing really.
HBAzure: And day-drinking!
HBKaylee: What was your name again?
Me: Lofty. *HBAzure never even asked my name ahhahahaha*
HBKaylee: It’s nice to meet you, Lofty. I’m Kaylee.
Me: Yeah…
Everyone: …
Me: Well, it is so beautiful outside today, isn’t it? Like the perfect day to relax…
HBAzure: Yeah! Way better than [wintry cold place where she's from]
HBKaylee: Yeah…
HBKaylee: Well it was very nice to meet you. *awkwardly half-turns away from me*
*I take that as if she’s about to walk away, and so does HBAzure, who walks up to her side*
*I awkwardly half-turn away because I have no idea what’s going on*
*HBKaylee sees me half-turn, and awkwardly half-turns once more, which is just as awkwardly mirrored by HBAzure*
*HBKaylee takes one step forward and then stops*
HBKaylee: Again it was nice meeting you!
*She starts walking away now*
Me: Yeah take care you two.
*HBAzure gives me a quick look while trying to hide her face, then follows HBKaylee*
*I walk away*
I walk back inside with my legs aching. It’s safe to say that I feel rather… drained.
While I wish she wouldn’t have forgotten her wallet to make for a smoother ending, all of the amazing moments of our night flash through my mind and bring a grin to my face.
Sitting on my favorite bench. A teary girl.
Persisting to talk to her. Laughing in the parking garage.
The initial arouse-and-tempt make-out. “No cars available”
Almost losing her. Shoving her hard against the white sedan.
In bed, the kissing, the music, the closeness, the conversations.
Holding her.
Peering down into the very blueness of her eyes. So, so blue.
I tidy my wild bedsheets and hop inside.
My tired eyes are half-way shut when I notice the smell.
A beautiful smell, a sweet smell.
The smell of pretty girl pussy.
Basking in the sexual radiance for a moment longer, I breathe and breathe again.
Eyes shut now.
Another fantasy awaits.
But they’re not dreams anymore.
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