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Set-Up
It’s about 10:00 pm on Saturday and I’m feeling dazed.
The feeling where your eyes just can’t focus, the feeling where the mind tends to wander.
Friday night was a rather poor outing. Negative emotions crept in before I swatted them away with the stick of fruition. In actuality, I had some decent approaches but just didn’t weave together the seductive threads, so I went home cold and alone.
Such is the life in the street nightgame world of pandemic times. Each opportunity must be maximized because they are nary. In order to maximize these chances, the self must be maximized. A prepared, ever-improving self.
I get some thoughts down, meander through a phone call with my parents, and ready myself to take on impending girly puzzles. The weather is a little chilly, but it’s a Saturday night in a horny college town. House parties, dorm parties – these are around. Which means so will be hot girls.
Per usual, I’m out late because my grip of time is either immaculately relaxed or woefully incompetent. A couple more minutes were indeed spent on deciding whether that new white parka was too rakish or not, and I decided it was. We went back to our number one chilly weather attire: dark green bomber jacket, white undershirt with green accents, slim-fitting bleached jeans, white Air Force 1s, silver necklace, and silver bracelet.
1:15 am is when I step foot outside. From my late-night hours spent wandering around the areas surrounding the campus, I’ve observed that I’ll catch occasional passerby until a little after 2:00 am on both Fridays and Saturdays. It’s not high-volume game, but it’s something to work with, and I just try to fuck every girl I approach anyway.
All you need is one.
I’ve been testing a new post-up spot with better walking logistics, but it hasn’t worked out well so far. The traffic just simply hasn’t been there. What is there right now is an ambulance. So that location is skipped tonight.
Onto my favorite bench outside of an apartment complex, which is also en route to other apartment complexes. A casual resting place, say, for someone waiting for a ride or something like that.
As I’m getting there, a two-set appears behind me. I can hear their voices. There’s a decision to make now. Do I slow my walk and generate a casual encounter?
No, because I don’t have much time tonight. That is a low-probability move especially as I am walking in the opposite direction of my apartment.
I’m looking to take a lone wolf into my bed tonight.
Soon enough, I get to the bench. Propping up on my phone, doing breathing exercises. It’s a while before I get any chances.
Eventually, a MMMMF set comes my way. The girl is walking a bit behind the others, so it’s fairly ambiguous whether or not she’s a member of their party. Her bouncing blonde hair and leather pants tell me that this ambiguity is enough.
The guys pass, giving me head nods.
Girl nears, I wait to feel the eye contact, and I look back up from my phone when I do. If you know me, you’ll know that I’ve worked on stopping moving targets with attention-grab openers. I’m now testing how to merge these openers with more casual pre-openers for added sprezzatura.
I’m wondering what will come next, when what comes next is a sudden whoosh of a door opening. The body of one of the guys in the group pops out.
“MEGAN, COME ON NOW!”
Immersion broken. She’s startled, apologizes, and quickly walks over to him. The guy stares, stares me down. I smirk and wave, saying we were just having a fun chat and that she’s really insightful.
I’m already laughing to myself when he slams the door.
It was a good hook. I felt it. Pumps my state.
Then a loooooong time passes before a lone wolf appears. It’s all good, though, because I know what can happen in just an instant. I send myself a pair of texts as a mental tattoo.
Colors flash in the corner of my right eye. My focus is still on my phone, tapping away at nothing.
The sense of a girl transforms into a sense of a girl's eyes. I slowly look to them.
Holy fuck.
Approach and Pull
I say that because here’s what lies in my vision.
Flashy hazel eyes. I don’t know a lot about eyeliner and mascara, but I know this is what a delicate hand can do. Draw out emotion and make things pop.
Straight blonde hair swaying with a highly confident strut. The vivid color providing a compliment to the glow of her skin.
The skin. Her clothing covers only a little.
A white, three-quarter-sleeved, soft-looking top fondles a pair of tantalizingly exposed perky breasts. They are bouncing.
Crop-top style. Her midsection is exposed not only to the brisk wind but also to my gaze. Providing contrast in this picture is the soft-blueness of her super short daisy dukes.
So short that a plush booty is sticking out.
This is not a tall girl. Petite little bad bitch mama style. Expensive-looking white purse with gold buckles confirming.
Let’s call her… HBStrawberryPrincess.
My body language remains loose, but my dick… perhaps a different story. Or just a story for a few minutes later.
“Hey there,” I say. “How is your night going?”
“Not good!!!”
Alright. Now if her response to the pre-opener is either really positive or really negative, then I’ve been thinking about taking it down a different path. Because she probably wants to talk about it.
Now, I motion with an open-hand to the space next to me on the bench. I always sit at the far edge of the bench to leave space for the girl to sit down.
So I am quite surprised when HBStrawberryPrincess not only comes over to me. But she also ignores my open-handed gesture. And instead tries to sit down right where I’m sitting, pushing my legs to the side with her ass.
I scoot over a little and make room.
“It’s so cold,” she says, with the adorable tinge of a Southern good-girl accent.
“Yeah,” I respond. “It is a little bit chilly out right now… we feel the brisk air brushing against our skin… and the nippiness of the brisk air sends shivers down our spine… but then we realize that there’s a reason why we’re out right now… that we could be inside and warm but we’re looking for so much more… something that other people are too lazy to get… we’re looking for the experiences of a lifetime, you know?”
She looks up at me and smiles. I’m also surprised by what she does next.
“Here, put your arm around me.”
She grabs my left arm, puts it around her shoulder, and snuggles into my chest.
ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY
So I have a mental realization that I should escalate the vibe.
I tighten my arm around her, slowly stroking back and forth – sometimes making small little circles with my fingers against her exposed skin - while softly whispering into her ear about my friend Jada. What happened to her, how it’s so unfair that men treat women like sexual objects, about that mysterious guy she’s spending time with right now… dancing and looking at portraits.
The Princess looks up at me. A whiff of her perfume.
Sweet.
Very sweet.
“She’s with him right now?”
“Yeah, seems like they’re having an amazing time… she texted me that he’s a really… really… good kisser…”
She giggles, snuggles her head back into me, and says that I’m warm. I’m not, but I’ll take it.
I’ll especially take it when she grabs my right hand and puts it in between her legs.
Okay, okay. Risk-averse, though. We can be quick and efficient but still risk-averse.
I quickly transition to topics that make us relax. For this guy, it’s dancing and portraits. For me, it’s making music. I actually have some new melodies I’ve been working on, melodies that I’d like to hear someone’s opinion about. She asks to hear them, but they’re only on my computer. I was thinking about going home and having a listen or two.
The horny girl then talks about how she’s so tired and also wants to go home... but “they’re” still at her apartment and she doesn’t want to go back with “them” there.
Okay, okay, I say. We can just hang out for a little while longer. In fact, since it’s so cold out, we could even just grab a quick Uber to my place, relax, talk, listen to music, and warm up.
I feel her nodding against my chest.
Like a racehorse I remove my right hand from between her squished-together legs and whip out my phone to order the Uber. Remembering what happened last time… “No cars available.”
Not this time. Two minutes away.
Get ride, get ride, get ride. On its way.
Once I say that our ride is coming, she snatches my hand and phone, shoving it back between her thighs.
This girl is crazy.
Back to my fingers doing pirouettes on her soft skin. Making her warm. Telling her how much warmer she feels next to me. About how she can let go now – everything’s okay and she should push all of the bad stuff that happened tonight out of her mind… only thinking about the good things about to come. She deserves it, after all.
“It’s been such a hard week,” I hear from a space below my chin.
“So that means you really DESERVE what you really want now, right, like lots of fun, an opportunity to free your mind, and lots of… pleasure?”
“Mhmhmmmm.”
Not much sex talk right now because she’s ready to go. Just delicate emotional simulators hinting at sexual arousal frames. She expectantly looks up at me a few times, looking for a kiss. Nope, not yet.
2:19 am and the ride gets here. Seven minutes since I texted myself those nice reminders.
I take her hand, leading her to the black Honda across the street. I let her get in first. Once I slide in the backseat, she promptly lays down on me with her head resting on my lap.
I don’t think the driver likes this, but I LOVE IT!!!!!!!
I’d like to put my seatbelt on, though. I sit her up for a second, which she groans about because she just wants to rest on my cock. I swiftly put the seatbelt on. Place my hand on her shoulder – her eyes are sultry and her face gets very, very close, and I allow a quick pleasant kiss. Well, she wants to tongue me a bit. But I pull away and she giggles, plopping back down on my lap.
Tasting the moistness on my lips. A little tinge of strawberry flavor.
I make sure to hold her close and gentle.
She’s a happy girl, and the driver wants no part of me – maybe he’s jealous. So I just relax and delicately caress her on the five-minute ride to my place.
We get there. Out of the car. It’s so cold, she repeats. We’ll be inside soon, I reassure her, with my arm around her pretty body.
Key fob out of my pocket and onto the lock. Inside. She makes a beeline for the nearest door – which is my new roommate’s. Other one, I say. Giggling, her hand thrusts open my door.
Into the room and immediately flops onto my futon.
“I’m sooooooooo cold.”
A moment is used to stare at this odd scene and reflect. Boy, oh boy, this is a crazy one. But she’s hot and about to be fucked, so we roll with it.
I lean over her, hands prancing on her body.
“Well, it is really, really warm… under my covers… probably even warmer than right here... you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Giggles. She asks to be picked up and carried to my bed.
Alright, alright. But only if you ask VERY nicely.
“Please?”
Sex
The soft net of my bed catches a beautiful body as I finely place her down. Sensual eye contact. My fingers tracing her face. Make-out.
Now I want to build arousal to the point where she just can’t take it - cue the slow and sensual sex talk.
It happens pretty quickly, and she’s already making girly sounds while I’m kissing her neck. Her hands venture down to remove her super soft white shirt. The Princess won’t take it all the way off, however. She wants me to.
Actually, she wants EVERYTHING to be done for her. Taking off her shirt, bra, daisy-dukes, thong, white sneakers.
She wants to lay down and be pampered. A PPP/OCP mix?
I make sure to let her know how much she deserves this, and how unfair things have been for her, but now she’s going to get everything she’s ever dreamed of.
“Ugh…. I DO deserve this…”
Truthfully, I struggle a bit to take off her short shorts. They are so tight. And I don’t realize there are side zippers? Hidden side zippers on tiny little shorts? We learn new things here every day in seduction world.
Her clothes come off – except for the thong because I still have to tease her a lot. I put her hands on my belt, but she just tugs and smiles, not wanting to use up any of her precious princess energy.
Tons and tons of teasing. Tongue strokes, licking, sensuality. She’s loving it, closing her eyes and letting out waves of sounds. Periodically opening her eyes for some kissing.
Eventually, my hands make their way down to her pussy. Extremely wet. I have her taste my fingers.
“Yes baby I’m so wet for you, just for you… I’m so wet just for you baby.”
I find her clit, and she goes crazy.
Saying oh my god my clit my clit my clit! No guy ever plays with my clit! Thank you thank thank you thank thank you! Please please please please please don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop playing with my clit, please!
So I grab hold of her neck, get really close, and growl into her ear that I’m in control of her body and will play with her however the fuck I want to.
It’s cute to hear the begging in her Southern accent.
“Please rub my clit, please rub my clit, please please please, I’ll do anything for you, please rub my clit, please please please…”
Soon enough, she’s cumming and making staunch proclamations.
Tells me that I’m the best ever. No guy has ever done this to her before. Licking her nipples and rubbing her clit AT THE SAME TIME? No guy, ever. I’m the best ever.
Yeah right, girlie, I haven’t even fucked you yet. But I’m glad she’s having fun. And her body feels amazing. She is a babe. Very nice quality and overall features. Such soft titties and ass… very nice. And all mine.
A good kisser, too. Yet she really just prefers to lay down and be pampered forever. My fingers slide in and out of her mouth, and she’s little bitey and teethy while sucking on them. I don’t make much of it.
Then an odd request.
Judging from some of the chat comments, watching porn with a girl is a big fantasy for some. For me… it’s like an anti-fantasy. A big, big turnoff. Personally, I want to focus on the girl in front of me – not a screen. Plus, I’ve blocked all porn on my primary computer with FocusMe. If I whipped out one of my old laptops to watch some with her, that could open up a big can of worms that I don’t want opened.
She also wants the lights dimmed for the mood. I’m okay with that. Lights dimmed. Turn on my playlist of spacey-sounding instrumentals. Flip on my misting aromatherapy diffuser with tea tree essential oil.
The Princess likes all this.
Time to work towards a little penetration. First, I want my dick sucked some. Without cumming as @Sapphophire recommended. I plan on really teasing her by not cumming. Maybe I’ll cum once at max, I think.
With her still laying down – hardly having moved – I have her mouth open wide and the dick goes inside.
Soft tongue. Staring down at my conquest….
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.
I feel sharp pains on the head of my dick. Every single red alert signal in my body is blaring.
This girl is being a shark my dick. She is teething the head of my dick.
THIS IS A SHARK ATTACK ON MY DICK.
I’m like, stop. Stop. Stop!
She doesn’t get it. I try to get my dick out, but she doesn’t fully open up. It grinds against her teeth.
I don’t understand. I genuinely do not get it. Why was she teething on my cock. She’s sorry, she says. Sorry, baby. But it is just not okay. I calmly-as-possible let her know that I really don’t like to feel her teeth and that I’d prefer if she’d be more careful.
Agreement and begs for more clit stimulation. Of course, I don’t give it to her after that. I get a little bit more aggressive with my talking and hands, but not too much. When I feel like she’s back under my control, I play with her pussy more to her compliments. I keep up the verbals as well, and she puts her finger to my mouth and whispers, "Shh..... listen to my pussy...."
Of course, I take her finger and shove it inside her mouth. Noted about how her vagina sounds turn her on, so I periodically describe what we're hearing.
Alright, now I want my dick sucked. I love blowjobs and they are an absolute must for all of my girls.
I have her lick and kiss it before promising not to use her teeth AT ALL. Okay, baby, she promises.
Back in her mouth.
And she keeps trying to suck on just the head now. Not opening wide enough, I feel more sharp pain again. It feels like this nibbling on my head.
No teeth, I remind. She nods while signaling her apology with some thorough licking.
I give her one more chance.
She fails again. I feel her teeth once more, and she’s really hurting me.
Struggling to get my dick away from her, I try to explain that she is legitimately, legitimately hurting me. Apologies, but it’s very disappointing. Was I spoiled with really good blowjobs before? Does a girl this hot really not know how to suck dick? Weird cognitive dissonance.
I instantly thought of HBWildflower’s unforgettable, passionate deep-throating on this very bed not too long ago. A sigh, and I walk to the bathroom because I think that I’ll just try to fuck her now.
And lo-and-behold one of the scariest sights of my life. The head of my dick is battered. There are splotches where blood has risen to the surface – kind of looking like blood blisters that aren’t raised. My dick is stinging - especially as I urinate.
It’s not bloody externally, just those markings in teeth-like patterns.
What adventure has happened in Lofty World now?
She’s lucky that she’s really hot, or else that would be it. I’m sure some of you would’ve thrown her out after that. Maybe I should have. But I decide to get inside of her because I feel the need to see this through and keep working with her.
Plus, I need more fucking experience. I take the condom out of my pillowcase and am just hard enough to put it on. I’m a little rough with her as I position her in doggystyle - she really does not like to move much. But she does nicely shake her ass for me when requested, though.
I get in, trying to start the Eros Technique. Unfortunately, my dick is really hurting. I am injured. The dick comes out.
She doesn’t care and begs for her clit to be rubbed and made to cum again.
Whatever. I’ll at least play with her body, but she is frustrating me with her attitude. It will be a ONS unless she really improves. Which is weird to say because there was a time not long ago when I’d wank myself off to thoughts of a girl like this.
So I tease her before more fingering. Again, comments about how I’m the best ever. That no guy has ever given her this much pleasure before. Starts calling me Daddy. Says that if I keep going, she’ll squirt all over me and lick it all up.
This girl watches way too much porn.
Also mentions how she wishes we had a vibrator. I don’t… that seems like it would disrupt the close sensuality that I really like. Unless, of course, I tie her up and push her to the edge with a vibrator, not allowing her to cum without my permission.
It’s an image that I paint her way, too, and she likes the description. Maybe I’ll consider buying one in the future.
She cums again after I do some of the triggers learned from the Eros Technique – verbal things, and pulling her hair hard. Those hazel eyes float someplace far away, and the strawberry lip-glossed lips mutter indiscernible sounds.
More compliments to me, but it’s clearly some BS. I know I’m alright-ish with foreplay stuff, but I’m not THAT good. Yet.
Around this time is when she asks if I’d like a threesome.
Well, yes, if it’s a hot girl.
She asks if I know anyone.
It kind of pains me to say no. I explain that "I’ve recently broken up with my ex," so no. The thought of this girl with HBMarina… those two would be quite the pair. They both mentioned liking vibrators as well. It really wasn’t that far away from a reality.
So I just ask if she knows anyone.
She says that she does. I don’t believe it. It’s 4:15 am, and she’s going to call up a girl to come have sex with this guy she met two hours ago?
I probe her a little, and I know she’s fabricating through her teeth. While she says to grab her phone for her and she’ll find someone, there’s just no way. She’s Mach with it. Says that it’s “for me.” Truth is that she wants her pussy licked while getting fucked.
By saying that she knows someone, I think she still believes that I do actually have another girl. Trying to get me to bring someone in that I feel comfortable with for her benefit. At least I think that’s what is going on.
In the end, I sensually explain how much I’d like to focus on just her right now. It’s a frame she enjoys.
We go back to caressing, well, me caressing her. Not much from her still – not really cooperating despite some of my dominant frames. At one point, I slap my dick across her face and tongue, saying how she’s lost the privilege of sucking me for being a disobedient little girl.
This kind of stuff definitely turned her on, but she never really made much of an effort to pleasure me. It was a physical assertion to even have her shift her body.
But I do like how much she enjoys being fingered by me. It’s Mach again. Helping her get what she wants, she learned what she animatedly needed to tell me, probably. While I’ve established full authority to do whatever I want to her body and have her thank me for it, she’s still not willing to make the actual full effort for my pleasure.
The squirting never does come, although I do feel her pussy clench a few times. My verbals and sex talk gambits helped her get there consistently – Mental G-Spot, 8 Orgasms, etc. She didn’t know what erogenous zones were, so that was a fun explanation. I think it was rather novel for her to hear me talking this way.
When it gets around 5:00 am, I go to urinate again. Dick still stinging and reddened. I’ve held off on ejaculating and am contemplating where I should ejaculate on or in her before we slink off into a cuddling slumber.
I see her beautiful body lying on my bed and start stroking my dick, which is having trouble staying erect due to the stinging from whatever she was doing with her chompers.
Post-Lay
Wait, are you surprised that’s the end of the sex?
I surely was!
Just as I’m reaching the bed and about to get handsy with her luxurious body, she suddenly jumps up.
“Where’s my phone? Oh my god oh my god oh my god, where’s my phone?”
I try to calm her down while we look for it, but she’s absolutely bawling within about 10 seconds.
We can’t find it in the sheets or within our pile of clothing. Actually, I’d never seen her with it. At least I avoided it for a while longer by discouraging her from looking at it during the weird threesome discussion.
Her clothes start coming back on while she’s insanely freaking out. Her moans were loud, and I don’t care if I woke up my roommate that way. But with an obnoxiously crying girl? Not the best consideration there.
Moreover, I know that I’ll be without my orgasm. Now, I’m not all about my own hedonistic pleasure, but not giving enough attention to my pleasure during the effort of seduction is absolutely ludicrous, and frankly I was just not pleasured enough.
Even if I wanted to see her again despite her horrible sexual efforts, losing her phone with me would eradicate those chances entirely. I’d likely never cum in her mouth nor would she have positive memories of our time together.
Rough.
With my oddly extensive experience with calming crying girls, I’m able to reason with her enough so that she sits down to figure it out. I have her use the Find My iPhone thing but it needs confirmation from one of her other devices or whatever. I also contact the Uber driver – I see that my Uber rating has dropped from that ride haha – in case her phone fell out while laying on me.
She eventually gets hysterical again. Trying to rush things without any plan or logic. But whatever, she’s her own person and I know I’ve done more for her than most guys would have. Good riddance to her future marriage...
So after I at least am able to help her formulate a plan of action, I take her to my door in my boxers and she storms out, even though I offered more of my help and even a ride to her place, which is a 40-minute walk away. She was just all crazy going on and on about needing her anxiety meds on the back of her phone or something.
I go back into my room thinking whatthefuck.
Then I realize that I let a hot girl take a two-mile walk alone, in the cold, at 5:00 am, in not the best town, while hysterical, not knowing where she is or how to get home.
Fuck me.
I throw back on my clothes and go after her. She’s walking fast in this cold morning air, and I see her down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. I speedwalk for a moment before realizing that I’ll need to run to catch up with her.
So I get on my most elegant jog and stride after her. Not like a creepy guy. Like a motherfucking gallant stallion.
The daisy-dukes stop and stare when she notices me.
As I slow my pace to my most sexy strut possible, I begin to unzip my green bomber jacket. Gazing into her soul.
When I reach her, I don’t say anything. Instead, all I do is extra-delicately place my jacket over her goosebumped shoulders.
Then I peer into her further while tugging the jacket closed, trapping the warmth.
“I couldn’t let my baby walk alone in the cold. And I couldn’t let you do this all on your own, even though I know you could handle it. Let’s find your phone together.”
Tell me… well, I know I didn’t need to do that. And she’s been a bit selfish. But I thought that was the correct thing to do and did it. Wouldn't most girls melt at that?
What does she do?
Turns away and keeps walking.
Needless to say, we don’t talk much while I walk her back.
A couple miles later, we reach the bench where we met. Where she fawned over me. No phone there or where the Uber was.
I grab her damn email just in case the Uber driver responds that he found her phone in the backseat. Which I thought was entirely possible considering how she was sprawled out.
We walk to the entrance of her apartment. She gives me my jacket back. We hug, and she does thank me. Apologizes for not kissing me goodbye. I wish her the best and she walks inside.
Welp. An adventure, that’s for sure,
Since I’m already all the way over here, I reason that I’ll do another quick sweep for her phone. It’d make me feel better at the least, as I do feel sympathetic for her. I know it sucks.
I actually do find an iPhone nearby. It’s completely smashed and even bent. Hoping that’s not it, I put it into my pocket hoping that the dirty glass doesn’t slice my fingers,
I’m back over by my favorite bench – partly reflecting and partly thinking about what flavor donut I’ll get from the local shop as my post-lay celebration. The one with the strawberry frosting and sprinkles, I think.
Disrupting my happpy thought, I see an erratically-driven black sedan swerving to the curb. Parks. Using a lot of brakes.
Out of the driver’s seat emerges a cute blonde wearing a black leather jacket. She smiles and asks how my morning is going. A shorter blonde with a nice ass wearing short floral shorts quickly paces to the front door of this apartment building, but I don’t see her face.
“Oh, it could be better. If I were to say on a scale of 1-10… it wouldn’t be a 10.”
“Yeah, us too.”
“One of those mornings, I guess.”
She’s hot enough and seems cool, but I don’t feel like gaming her right now.
The girl joins the other at the building door.
I end my search for the phone, deciding that it’s time for me to get breakfast and eat it on my porch. Then wash my sheets that I’ve slept with two girls in two weeks in, shower, and go to sleep.
As I walk past the two blondes on my way back, I notice that they’re trying to yank open a locked door. It’s an inefficient task.
The girl in the leather jacket asks me if I live there. I don’t. Then asks if I can please help them open this door because sometimes if you pull hard enough, it’ll open. They really need to get inside.
Oooooookay then.
Maybe I’ll help them out, and who knows what will happen. I have my body and my verbals. Who knows. This girl is cute and the other has a nice booty it seems.
So I’m like whatever, I’ll try one time.
I walk up to the blonde in the leather jacket, who steps aside as I reach for the door handle on the right side.
When she stepped away, it revealed the other blonde in the short floral shorts tugging on the door handle on the left side.
The moment that my fingertips touch the cold metal, my eyes dart to the left to catch the face of this girl.
Ah, what do we have here. Who else could it be? You saw this coming.
It’s the hazel eyes of HBStrawberryPrincess.
I laugh to myself because this is especially hilarious in my exhaustion.
It’s not so funny when she doesn’t acknowledge me. At all.
Like, at all at all.
Won’t even say hello back to me.
I think this girl might be evil.
So yeah. I just tug on the door a few times, but it’s locked, obviously. Locked doors don’t open when you pull the handle.
HBLeatherJacket explains that her roommate lost her phone in there and really needs to get in.
Is that right.
I give her “roommate” a look out of the corner of my eye.
Here we enter a moment of ethics.
Remember, I’ve spent hours sitting on the bench outside of this apartment complex. Gaming girls. Immersing girls. Getting pulls. Heck, even being a witness to an assault.
Now having two street nightgame lays from here.
I know how to get in this building.
After seeing HBAzure not being able to get in – nearly risking my lay – I’ve been observant with how people get in and out. Especially of those side doors.
I’ve seen how those naughty girls and boys without an access card slip into this massive, massive, super expensive complex.
There’s one particular side door that they leave propped open with a water bottle.
Hmmm. Hmmmmmmm. Decisions, decisions.
On one hand we have my inflamed dick and a duplicitous blonde.
On the other we have… morality? Not sure.
Eh, positive impacts I aspire to make.
I tell the girls that I know how to get inside and to follow me. The roommate follows me but HBSP does not. She stays trying to pull open a locked door. Accordingly, I take the moment to chat with her friend.
This girl is cool. I like her. We’re vibing.
Then we reach the secret open door. I pull it open, and she gets all excited. Calls out to HBSP to come over. Once my lay comes to the door, she doesn’t even thank me and walks straight inside. Her friend thanks me again and asks if I want to hang with them while they look for the phone, which apparently was tracked back to this building through Find My iPhone once HBSP returned to her laptop.
I think for a moment and decide whatever. It delays my breakfast, but I’ve slept with one girl and have good social frame with the other.
The two of us go inside while observing HBSP frantically looking for the elevator. I point out that the room she’s trying to get into now says “Electricity Room,” not “Elevator Room.” She huffs and still acts like she doesn’t know me.
I didn’t get it right away, but it’s ASD. I falsely assumed she fully explained the situation to her roommate who’s been kind enough to also help her out, but it seems that she left me entirely out of the story because that would make her feel slutty. Who knows the story she gave?
Also, I slipped up by telling her roommate that we had sex. Even though I didn’t mean anything by it, I shouldn't have done that. There are a lot of nuances there, and I let the cat out of the bag. This was the final confirmation that we’d never see each other again.
We finally reach the elevator, and it seems like HBSP actually knows where she’s going. Pressing the button for the second floor, she looks at her friend and remarks, “It’s in his room.”
She’s like, “Oh.”
I’m like, “What. You’re going to a dude’s room right now?”
A nod.
I respond by pressing the button for the ground floor. Lofty is out.
They leave at their stop with HBStrawberryPrincess stomping out of the elevator. The roommate says bye and thanks me.
Take care.
And the trek for my breakfast restarts. She had also given me her phone number on the walk to her place, so now that she’s probably picked up her phone, I just send a post-lay text for the etiquette knowing that there won’t be a response. I also include my alias because she never even asked. And before she tried to use Find My iPhone on my devices, I didn’t know her name, either.
The flavor. Indeed quite reminiscent of The Princess’ lip-gloss.
Yet another crazy zany erotic absurd sweet sad ridiculous night in my journey. I’m glad I was able to go stranger-to-bedroom with a girl like her. At the same time, the sugar bouncing around in my mouth is merely a cover-up for the bitter taste underneath.
I realize that there’s a common denominator to the unorthodoxy of my SNL ONS experiences.
Me.
These are crazy girls, but time and time again… and even those that were almost lays but not quite… I am the common denominator. It would be blinded of me to think that somehow, someway, I’m just always encountering these crazy girls.
I have instabilities of my own that contribute to this. It’s a constructive realization and something to work on.
Always learning things, working on them, adding new tasty sprinkles along the way.
It’s about 10:00 pm on Saturday and I’m feeling dazed.
The feeling where your eyes just can’t focus, the feeling where the mind tends to wander.
Friday night was a rather poor outing. Negative emotions crept in before I swatted them away with the stick of fruition. In actuality, I had some decent approaches but just didn’t weave together the seductive threads, so I went home cold and alone.
Such is the life in the street nightgame world of pandemic times. Each opportunity must be maximized because they are nary. In order to maximize these chances, the self must be maximized. A prepared, ever-improving self.
I get some thoughts down, meander through a phone call with my parents, and ready myself to take on impending girly puzzles. The weather is a little chilly, but it’s a Saturday night in a horny college town. House parties, dorm parties – these are around. Which means so will be hot girls.
Per usual, I’m out late because my grip of time is either immaculately relaxed or woefully incompetent. A couple more minutes were indeed spent on deciding whether that new white parka was too rakish or not, and I decided it was. We went back to our number one chilly weather attire: dark green bomber jacket, white undershirt with green accents, slim-fitting bleached jeans, white Air Force 1s, silver necklace, and silver bracelet.
1:15 am is when I step foot outside. From my late-night hours spent wandering around the areas surrounding the campus, I’ve observed that I’ll catch occasional passerby until a little after 2:00 am on both Fridays and Saturdays. It’s not high-volume game, but it’s something to work with, and I just try to fuck every girl I approach anyway.
All you need is one.
I’ve been testing a new post-up spot with better walking logistics, but it hasn’t worked out well so far. The traffic just simply hasn’t been there. What is there right now is an ambulance. So that location is skipped tonight.
Onto my favorite bench outside of an apartment complex, which is also en route to other apartment complexes. A casual resting place, say, for someone waiting for a ride or something like that.
As I’m getting there, a two-set appears behind me. I can hear their voices. There’s a decision to make now. Do I slow my walk and generate a casual encounter?
No, because I don’t have much time tonight. That is a low-probability move especially as I am walking in the opposite direction of my apartment.
I’m looking to take a lone wolf into my bed tonight.
Soon enough, I get to the bench. Propping up on my phone, doing breathing exercises. It’s a while before I get any chances.
Eventually, a MMMMF set comes my way. The girl is walking a bit behind the others, so it’s fairly ambiguous whether or not she’s a member of their party. Her bouncing blonde hair and leather pants tell me that this ambiguity is enough.
The guys pass, giving me head nods.
Girl nears, I wait to feel the eye contact, and I look back up from my phone when I do. If you know me, you’ll know that I’ve worked on stopping moving targets with attention-grab openers. I’m now testing how to merge these openers with more casual pre-openers for added sprezzatura.
Me: Hey there, how is your night going?
HB: Okay, you?
Me: Wait, hold on. I have a very important question to ask you.
*HB stops a few steps away from me as the guys go into the door of the complex*
HB: What?
Me: Have you ever noticed, like when women go out for the night… that they don’t get the respect that they truly deserve? It’s like all these guys are so pushy… and grabbing… and groping… it’s such a shame those guys treat women only as sexual objects.
HB: Oh… yeah. All the time.
Me: Right? Yeah, glad I’m not crazy for thinking this way. It’s like my friend Jada was at a party tonight… and I wasn’t there with her as usual… and I get a call from her saying that this guy just came up to her and started touching her… so creepy… and he was just harassing and harassing her… it’s like, ew, get away… you know?
HB: Oh yeah.
Me: Yeah… and let me know if you agree with this… it doesn’t even make sense for those guys to act that way… because women don’t want to be groped… they probably just want someone to talk to… someone who wants you for you...
HB: Maybe.
Me: Do you think that’s right then, like would you rather want someone who treats you like a sexual object or a human being?
HB (super teasing and sassy, putting her hands on her hips): Well, what if I don’t want them at all
Me: Hold on… you’re not a serial killer, are you?
HB: No, are you?
Me: Of course not... okay, come sit down for a second then. You have this unique vibe about you and I’d like to hear your thoughts about something else…
HB (sassy): I’ll stand here and listen and then maybe sit down
*HB is totally into it and is trying to hold frame, taking a couple steps closer until she’s about to my knees*
Me: Well you can sit down at any time. So the thing is that this guy who protected my friend Jada… apparently he’s like this super mysterious… and romantic guy… a great conservationist who makes it not about him but about her… and he invited Jada to go check out some of his portraits and maybe dance a little… she asked me what I thought… what would you say?
HB:
HB (sassy): I would sa-
HB: Okay, you?
Me: Wait, hold on. I have a very important question to ask you.
*HB stops a few steps away from me as the guys go into the door of the complex*
HB: What?
Me: Have you ever noticed, like when women go out for the night… that they don’t get the respect that they truly deserve? It’s like all these guys are so pushy… and grabbing… and groping… it’s such a shame those guys treat women only as sexual objects.
HB: Oh… yeah. All the time.
Me: Right? Yeah, glad I’m not crazy for thinking this way. It’s like my friend Jada was at a party tonight… and I wasn’t there with her as usual… and I get a call from her saying that this guy just came up to her and started touching her… so creepy… and he was just harassing and harassing her… it’s like, ew, get away… you know?
HB: Oh yeah.
Me: Yeah… and let me know if you agree with this… it doesn’t even make sense for those guys to act that way… because women don’t want to be groped… they probably just want someone to talk to… someone who wants you for you...
HB: Maybe.
Me: Do you think that’s right then, like would you rather want someone who treats you like a sexual object or a human being?
HB (super teasing and sassy, putting her hands on her hips): Well, what if I don’t want them at all
Me: Hold on… you’re not a serial killer, are you?
HB: No, are you?
Me: Of course not... okay, come sit down for a second then. You have this unique vibe about you and I’d like to hear your thoughts about something else…
HB (sassy): I’ll stand here and listen and then maybe sit down
*HB is totally into it and is trying to hold frame, taking a couple steps closer until she’s about to my knees*
Me: Well you can sit down at any time. So the thing is that this guy who protected my friend Jada… apparently he’s like this super mysterious… and romantic guy… a great conservationist who makes it not about him but about her… and he invited Jada to go check out some of his portraits and maybe dance a little… she asked me what I thought… what would you say?
HB:
HB (sassy): I would sa-
“MEGAN, COME ON NOW!”
Immersion broken. She’s startled, apologizes, and quickly walks over to him. The guy stares, stares me down. I smirk and wave, saying we were just having a fun chat and that she’s really insightful.
I’m already laughing to myself when he slams the door.
It was a good hook. I felt it. Pumps my state.
Then a loooooong time passes before a lone wolf appears. It’s all good, though, because I know what can happen in just an instant. I send myself a pair of texts as a mental tattoo.
As I click send, it’s like magic. Because I sense a girl coming.
Colors flash in the corner of my right eye. My focus is still on my phone, tapping away at nothing.
The sense of a girl transforms into a sense of a girl's eyes. I slowly look to them.
Holy fuck.
Approach and Pull
I say that because here’s what lies in my vision.
Flashy hazel eyes. I don’t know a lot about eyeliner and mascara, but I know this is what a delicate hand can do. Draw out emotion and make things pop.
Straight blonde hair swaying with a highly confident strut. The vivid color providing a compliment to the glow of her skin.
The skin. Her clothing covers only a little.
A white, three-quarter-sleeved, soft-looking top fondles a pair of tantalizingly exposed perky breasts. They are bouncing.
Crop-top style. Her midsection is exposed not only to the brisk wind but also to my gaze. Providing contrast in this picture is the soft-blueness of her super short daisy dukes.
So short that a plush booty is sticking out.
This is not a tall girl. Petite little bad bitch mama style. Expensive-looking white purse with gold buckles confirming.
Let’s call her… HBStrawberryPrincess.
My body language remains loose, but my dick… perhaps a different story. Or just a story for a few minutes later.
“Hey there,” I say. “How is your night going?”
“Not good!!!”
Alright. Now if her response to the pre-opener is either really positive or really negative, then I’ve been thinking about taking it down a different path. Because she probably wants to talk about it.
Me: Hey there. How is your night going?
HBStrawberryPrincess: Not good!!!
Me: Wait, hold on. I have something very important to ask you then.
*HB stops about a step passed me*
HB: Hm?
Me: If I were to ask you how your night was going on a scale of 1-10, what would you say?
HB: Like a 1!!!!!!
*HB starts walking again*
Me: Hey, just a second. Let me know if you agree with this.
*HB stops again and turns towards me*
Me: Have you ever noticed… like when you go party or hang with friends… that what you really want… is just to let loose… relax… and hope that all the worries in your life will just drift away? For example, we don’t start our nights thinking, I want to have a 1 out of 10 night tonight!.... no, you probably think, I want to have a 10 out of 10 night tonight!... right?
HB: Yeah, yeah, of course.
Me: So let me know if you also agree with this.
HB: Okay…
Me: Have you ever had those nights… where you think it’s this bad night and nothing’s going right and you’re just like, ugh… so disappointing… but then… suddenly… something interesting happens… and you realize… that the night isn’t over yet… and your night can still get a lot better… very quickly?
HB: Yeah…
Me: Wait, you’re not a serial killer, are you?
HB: No haha.
Me: Okay, good… because that’s how my night is right now too... like it’s not the best night so far… and since your night is also like that… we’re kind of in the same boat here… so come sit down and let’s talk things out together.
HBStrawberryPrincess: Not good!!!
Me: Wait, hold on. I have something very important to ask you then.
*HB stops about a step passed me*
HB: Hm?
Me: If I were to ask you how your night was going on a scale of 1-10, what would you say?
HB: Like a 1!!!!!!
*HB starts walking again*
Me: Hey, just a second. Let me know if you agree with this.
*HB stops again and turns towards me*
Me: Have you ever noticed… like when you go party or hang with friends… that what you really want… is just to let loose… relax… and hope that all the worries in your life will just drift away? For example, we don’t start our nights thinking, I want to have a 1 out of 10 night tonight!.... no, you probably think, I want to have a 10 out of 10 night tonight!... right?
HB: Yeah, yeah, of course.
Me: So let me know if you also agree with this.
HB: Okay…
Me: Have you ever had those nights… where you think it’s this bad night and nothing’s going right and you’re just like, ugh… so disappointing… but then… suddenly… something interesting happens… and you realize… that the night isn’t over yet… and your night can still get a lot better… very quickly?
HB: Yeah…
Me: Wait, you’re not a serial killer, are you?
HB: No haha.
Me: Okay, good… because that’s how my night is right now too... like it’s not the best night so far… and since your night is also like that… we’re kind of in the same boat here… so come sit down and let’s talk things out together.
So I am quite surprised when HBStrawberryPrincess not only comes over to me. But she also ignores my open-handed gesture. And instead tries to sit down right where I’m sitting, pushing my legs to the side with her ass.
I scoot over a little and make room.
“It’s so cold,” she says, with the adorable tinge of a Southern good-girl accent.
“Yeah,” I respond. “It is a little bit chilly out right now… we feel the brisk air brushing against our skin… and the nippiness of the brisk air sends shivers down our spine… but then we realize that there’s a reason why we’re out right now… that we could be inside and warm but we’re looking for so much more… something that other people are too lazy to get… we’re looking for the experiences of a lifetime, you know?”
She looks up at me and smiles. I’m also surprised by what she does next.
“Here, put your arm around me.”
She grabs my left arm, puts it around her shoulder, and snuggles into my chest.
ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY ESCALATE THE VIBE LOFTY
So I have a mental realization that I should escalate the vibe.
I tighten my arm around her, slowly stroking back and forth – sometimes making small little circles with my fingers against her exposed skin - while softly whispering into her ear about my friend Jada. What happened to her, how it’s so unfair that men treat women like sexual objects, about that mysterious guy she’s spending time with right now… dancing and looking at portraits.
The Princess looks up at me. A whiff of her perfume.
Sweet.
Very sweet.
“She’s with him right now?”
“Yeah, seems like they’re having an amazing time… she texted me that he’s a really… really… good kisser…”
She giggles, snuggles her head back into me, and says that I’m warm. I’m not, but I’ll take it.
I’ll especially take it when she grabs my right hand and puts it in between her legs.
Okay, okay. Risk-averse, though. We can be quick and efficient but still risk-averse.
I quickly transition to topics that make us relax. For this guy, it’s dancing and portraits. For me, it’s making music. I actually have some new melodies I’ve been working on, melodies that I’d like to hear someone’s opinion about. She asks to hear them, but they’re only on my computer. I was thinking about going home and having a listen or two.
The horny girl then talks about how she’s so tired and also wants to go home... but “they’re” still at her apartment and she doesn’t want to go back with “them” there.
Okay, okay, I say. We can just hang out for a little while longer. In fact, since it’s so cold out, we could even just grab a quick Uber to my place, relax, talk, listen to music, and warm up.
I feel her nodding against my chest.
Like a racehorse I remove my right hand from between her squished-together legs and whip out my phone to order the Uber. Remembering what happened last time… “No cars available.”
Not this time. Two minutes away.
Get ride, get ride, get ride. On its way.
Once I say that our ride is coming, she snatches my hand and phone, shoving it back between her thighs.
This girl is crazy.
Back to my fingers doing pirouettes on her soft skin. Making her warm. Telling her how much warmer she feels next to me. About how she can let go now – everything’s okay and she should push all of the bad stuff that happened tonight out of her mind… only thinking about the good things about to come. She deserves it, after all.
“It’s been such a hard week,” I hear from a space below my chin.
“So that means you really DESERVE what you really want now, right, like lots of fun, an opportunity to free your mind, and lots of… pleasure?”
“Mhmhmmmm.”
Not much sex talk right now because she’s ready to go. Just delicate emotional simulators hinting at sexual arousal frames. She expectantly looks up at me a few times, looking for a kiss. Nope, not yet.
2:19 am and the ride gets here. Seven minutes since I texted myself those nice reminders.
I take her hand, leading her to the black Honda across the street. I let her get in first. Once I slide in the backseat, she promptly lays down on me with her head resting on my lap.
I don’t think the driver likes this, but I LOVE IT!!!!!!!
I’d like to put my seatbelt on, though. I sit her up for a second, which she groans about because she just wants to rest on my cock. I swiftly put the seatbelt on. Place my hand on her shoulder – her eyes are sultry and her face gets very, very close, and I allow a quick pleasant kiss. Well, she wants to tongue me a bit. But I pull away and she giggles, plopping back down on my lap.
Tasting the moistness on my lips. A little tinge of strawberry flavor.
I make sure to hold her close and gentle.
She’s a happy girl, and the driver wants no part of me – maybe he’s jealous. So I just relax and delicately caress her on the five-minute ride to my place.
We get there. Out of the car. It’s so cold, she repeats. We’ll be inside soon, I reassure her, with my arm around her pretty body.
Key fob out of my pocket and onto the lock. Inside. She makes a beeline for the nearest door – which is my new roommate’s. Other one, I say. Giggling, her hand thrusts open my door.
Into the room and immediately flops onto my futon.
“I’m sooooooooo cold.”
A moment is used to stare at this odd scene and reflect. Boy, oh boy, this is a crazy one. But she’s hot and about to be fucked, so we roll with it.
I lean over her, hands prancing on her body.
“Well, it is really, really warm… under my covers… probably even warmer than right here... you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Giggles. She asks to be picked up and carried to my bed.
Alright, alright. But only if you ask VERY nicely.
“Please?”
Sex
The soft net of my bed catches a beautiful body as I finely place her down. Sensual eye contact. My fingers tracing her face. Make-out.
Now I want to build arousal to the point where she just can’t take it - cue the slow and sensual sex talk.
It happens pretty quickly, and she’s already making girly sounds while I’m kissing her neck. Her hands venture down to remove her super soft white shirt. The Princess won’t take it all the way off, however. She wants me to.
Actually, she wants EVERYTHING to be done for her. Taking off her shirt, bra, daisy-dukes, thong, white sneakers.
She wants to lay down and be pampered. A PPP/OCP mix?
I make sure to let her know how much she deserves this, and how unfair things have been for her, but now she’s going to get everything she’s ever dreamed of.
“Ugh…. I DO deserve this…”
Truthfully, I struggle a bit to take off her short shorts. They are so tight. And I don’t realize there are side zippers? Hidden side zippers on tiny little shorts? We learn new things here every day in seduction world.
Her clothes come off – except for the thong because I still have to tease her a lot. I put her hands on my belt, but she just tugs and smiles, not wanting to use up any of her precious princess energy.
Tons and tons of teasing. Tongue strokes, licking, sensuality. She’s loving it, closing her eyes and letting out waves of sounds. Periodically opening her eyes for some kissing.
Eventually, my hands make their way down to her pussy. Extremely wet. I have her taste my fingers.
“Yes baby I’m so wet for you, just for you… I’m so wet just for you baby.”
I find her clit, and she goes crazy.
Saying oh my god my clit my clit my clit! No guy ever plays with my clit! Thank you thank thank you thank thank you! Please please please please please don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop playing with my clit, please!
So I grab hold of her neck, get really close, and growl into her ear that I’m in control of her body and will play with her however the fuck I want to.
It’s cute to hear the begging in her Southern accent.
“Please rub my clit, please rub my clit, please please please, I’ll do anything for you, please rub my clit, please please please…”
Soon enough, she’s cumming and making staunch proclamations.
Tells me that I’m the best ever. No guy has ever done this to her before. Licking her nipples and rubbing her clit AT THE SAME TIME? No guy, ever. I’m the best ever.
Yeah right, girlie, I haven’t even fucked you yet. But I’m glad she’s having fun. And her body feels amazing. She is a babe. Very nice quality and overall features. Such soft titties and ass… very nice. And all mine.
A good kisser, too. Yet she really just prefers to lay down and be pampered forever. My fingers slide in and out of her mouth, and she’s little bitey and teethy while sucking on them. I don’t make much of it.
Then an odd request.
HB: Do you like to watch porn??!?!?
Me: Uh, porn kind of messes me up mentally… I used to, but I like to live in the moment now.
HB: I really want to watch porn with you. SO BAD. What kind of porn do you like? Can we watch some?
Me: Well, if anything, like, BDSM stuff… submissive… obedient girls… only lesbians… and leashes…
HB: Oh, maybe not that…
Me: Ah. What do you like?
HB: Threesomes, things like that.
Me: Ah.
*I really don’t want to watch porn with a naked girl. I’ve worked so hard to be with real hotties. Why would I relapse on porn while I’m with one…?*
Me: Maybe later.
Me: Uh, porn kind of messes me up mentally… I used to, but I like to live in the moment now.
HB: I really want to watch porn with you. SO BAD. What kind of porn do you like? Can we watch some?
Me: Well, if anything, like, BDSM stuff… submissive… obedient girls… only lesbians… and leashes…
HB: Oh, maybe not that…
Me: Ah. What do you like?
HB: Threesomes, things like that.
Me: Ah.
*I really don’t want to watch porn with a naked girl. I’ve worked so hard to be with real hotties. Why would I relapse on porn while I’m with one…?*
Me: Maybe later.
She also wants the lights dimmed for the mood. I’m okay with that. Lights dimmed. Turn on my playlist of spacey-sounding instrumentals. Flip on my misting aromatherapy diffuser with tea tree essential oil.
The Princess likes all this.
Time to work towards a little penetration. First, I want my dick sucked some. Without cumming as @Sapphophire recommended. I plan on really teasing her by not cumming. Maybe I’ll cum once at max, I think.
With her still laying down – hardly having moved – I have her mouth open wide and the dick goes inside.
Soft tongue. Staring down at my conquest….
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.
I feel sharp pains on the head of my dick. Every single red alert signal in my body is blaring.
This girl is being a shark my dick. She is teething the head of my dick.
THIS IS A SHARK ATTACK ON MY DICK.
I’m like, stop. Stop. Stop!
She doesn’t get it. I try to get my dick out, but she doesn’t fully open up. It grinds against her teeth.
I don’t understand. I genuinely do not get it. Why was she teething on my cock. She’s sorry, she says. Sorry, baby. But it is just not okay. I calmly-as-possible let her know that I really don’t like to feel her teeth and that I’d prefer if she’d be more careful.
Agreement and begs for more clit stimulation. Of course, I don’t give it to her after that. I get a little bit more aggressive with my talking and hands, but not too much. When I feel like she’s back under my control, I play with her pussy more to her compliments. I keep up the verbals as well, and she puts her finger to my mouth and whispers, "Shh..... listen to my pussy...."
Of course, I take her finger and shove it inside her mouth. Noted about how her vagina sounds turn her on, so I periodically describe what we're hearing.
Alright, now I want my dick sucked. I love blowjobs and they are an absolute must for all of my girls.
I have her lick and kiss it before promising not to use her teeth AT ALL. Okay, baby, she promises.
Back in her mouth.
And she keeps trying to suck on just the head now. Not opening wide enough, I feel more sharp pain again. It feels like this nibbling on my head.
No teeth, I remind. She nods while signaling her apology with some thorough licking.
I give her one more chance.
She fails again. I feel her teeth once more, and she’s really hurting me.
Struggling to get my dick away from her, I try to explain that she is legitimately, legitimately hurting me. Apologies, but it’s very disappointing. Was I spoiled with really good blowjobs before? Does a girl this hot really not know how to suck dick? Weird cognitive dissonance.
I instantly thought of HBWildflower’s unforgettable, passionate deep-throating on this very bed not too long ago. A sigh, and I walk to the bathroom because I think that I’ll just try to fuck her now.
And lo-and-behold one of the scariest sights of my life. The head of my dick is battered. There are splotches where blood has risen to the surface – kind of looking like blood blisters that aren’t raised. My dick is stinging - especially as I urinate.
It’s not bloody externally, just those markings in teeth-like patterns.
What adventure has happened in Lofty World now?
She’s lucky that she’s really hot, or else that would be it. I’m sure some of you would’ve thrown her out after that. Maybe I should have. But I decide to get inside of her because I feel the need to see this through and keep working with her.
Plus, I need more fucking experience. I take the condom out of my pillowcase and am just hard enough to put it on. I’m a little rough with her as I position her in doggystyle - she really does not like to move much. But she does nicely shake her ass for me when requested, though.
I get in, trying to start the Eros Technique. Unfortunately, my dick is really hurting. I am injured. The dick comes out.
She doesn’t care and begs for her clit to be rubbed and made to cum again.
Whatever. I’ll at least play with her body, but she is frustrating me with her attitude. It will be a ONS unless she really improves. Which is weird to say because there was a time not long ago when I’d wank myself off to thoughts of a girl like this.
So I tease her before more fingering. Again, comments about how I’m the best ever. That no guy has ever given her this much pleasure before. Starts calling me Daddy. Says that if I keep going, she’ll squirt all over me and lick it all up.
This girl watches way too much porn.
Also mentions how she wishes we had a vibrator. I don’t… that seems like it would disrupt the close sensuality that I really like. Unless, of course, I tie her up and push her to the edge with a vibrator, not allowing her to cum without my permission.
It’s an image that I paint her way, too, and she likes the description. Maybe I’ll consider buying one in the future.
She cums again after I do some of the triggers learned from the Eros Technique – verbal things, and pulling her hair hard. Those hazel eyes float someplace far away, and the strawberry lip-glossed lips mutter indiscernible sounds.
More compliments to me, but it’s clearly some BS. I know I’m alright-ish with foreplay stuff, but I’m not THAT good. Yet.
Around this time is when she asks if I’d like a threesome.
Well, yes, if it’s a hot girl.
She asks if I know anyone.
It kind of pains me to say no. I explain that "I’ve recently broken up with my ex," so no. The thought of this girl with HBMarina… those two would be quite the pair. They both mentioned liking vibrators as well. It really wasn’t that far away from a reality.
So I just ask if she knows anyone.
She says that she does. I don’t believe it. It’s 4:15 am, and she’s going to call up a girl to come have sex with this guy she met two hours ago?
I probe her a little, and I know she’s fabricating through her teeth. While she says to grab her phone for her and she’ll find someone, there’s just no way. She’s Mach with it. Says that it’s “for me.” Truth is that she wants her pussy licked while getting fucked.
By saying that she knows someone, I think she still believes that I do actually have another girl. Trying to get me to bring someone in that I feel comfortable with for her benefit. At least I think that’s what is going on.
In the end, I sensually explain how much I’d like to focus on just her right now. It’s a frame she enjoys.
We go back to caressing, well, me caressing her. Not much from her still – not really cooperating despite some of my dominant frames. At one point, I slap my dick across her face and tongue, saying how she’s lost the privilege of sucking me for being a disobedient little girl.
This kind of stuff definitely turned her on, but she never really made much of an effort to pleasure me. It was a physical assertion to even have her shift her body.
But I do like how much she enjoys being fingered by me. It’s Mach again. Helping her get what she wants, she learned what she animatedly needed to tell me, probably. While I’ve established full authority to do whatever I want to her body and have her thank me for it, she’s still not willing to make the actual full effort for my pleasure.
The squirting never does come, although I do feel her pussy clench a few times. My verbals and sex talk gambits helped her get there consistently – Mental G-Spot, 8 Orgasms, etc. She didn’t know what erogenous zones were, so that was a fun explanation. I think it was rather novel for her to hear me talking this way.
When it gets around 5:00 am, I go to urinate again. Dick still stinging and reddened. I’ve held off on ejaculating and am contemplating where I should ejaculate on or in her before we slink off into a cuddling slumber.
I see her beautiful body lying on my bed and start stroking my dick, which is having trouble staying erect due to the stinging from whatever she was doing with her chompers.
Post-Lay
Wait, are you surprised that’s the end of the sex?
I surely was!
Just as I’m reaching the bed and about to get handsy with her luxurious body, she suddenly jumps up.
“Where’s my phone? Oh my god oh my god oh my god, where’s my phone?”
I try to calm her down while we look for it, but she’s absolutely bawling within about 10 seconds.
We can’t find it in the sheets or within our pile of clothing. Actually, I’d never seen her with it. At least I avoided it for a while longer by discouraging her from looking at it during the weird threesome discussion.
Her clothes start coming back on while she’s insanely freaking out. Her moans were loud, and I don’t care if I woke up my roommate that way. But with an obnoxiously crying girl? Not the best consideration there.
Moreover, I know that I’ll be without my orgasm. Now, I’m not all about my own hedonistic pleasure, but not giving enough attention to my pleasure during the effort of seduction is absolutely ludicrous, and frankly I was just not pleasured enough.
Even if I wanted to see her again despite her horrible sexual efforts, losing her phone with me would eradicate those chances entirely. I’d likely never cum in her mouth nor would she have positive memories of our time together.
Rough.
With my oddly extensive experience with calming crying girls, I’m able to reason with her enough so that she sits down to figure it out. I have her use the Find My iPhone thing but it needs confirmation from one of her other devices or whatever. I also contact the Uber driver – I see that my Uber rating has dropped from that ride haha – in case her phone fell out while laying on me.
She eventually gets hysterical again. Trying to rush things without any plan or logic. But whatever, she’s her own person and I know I’ve done more for her than most guys would have. Good riddance to her future marriage...
So after I at least am able to help her formulate a plan of action, I take her to my door in my boxers and she storms out, even though I offered more of my help and even a ride to her place, which is a 40-minute walk away. She was just all crazy going on and on about needing her anxiety meds on the back of her phone or something.
I go back into my room thinking whatthefuck.
Then I realize that I let a hot girl take a two-mile walk alone, in the cold, at 5:00 am, in not the best town, while hysterical, not knowing where she is or how to get home.
Fuck me.
I throw back on my clothes and go after her. She’s walking fast in this cold morning air, and I see her down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. I speedwalk for a moment before realizing that I’ll need to run to catch up with her.
So I get on my most elegant jog and stride after her. Not like a creepy guy. Like a motherfucking gallant stallion.
The daisy-dukes stop and stare when she notices me.
As I slow my pace to my most sexy strut possible, I begin to unzip my green bomber jacket. Gazing into her soul.
When I reach her, I don’t say anything. Instead, all I do is extra-delicately place my jacket over her goosebumped shoulders.
Then I peer into her further while tugging the jacket closed, trapping the warmth.
“I couldn’t let my baby walk alone in the cold. And I couldn’t let you do this all on your own, even though I know you could handle it. Let’s find your phone together.”
Tell me… well, I know I didn’t need to do that. And she’s been a bit selfish. But I thought that was the correct thing to do and did it. Wouldn't most girls melt at that?
What does she do?
Turns away and keeps walking.
Needless to say, we don’t talk much while I walk her back.
A couple miles later, we reach the bench where we met. Where she fawned over me. No phone there or where the Uber was.
I grab her damn email just in case the Uber driver responds that he found her phone in the backseat. Which I thought was entirely possible considering how she was sprawled out.
We walk to the entrance of her apartment. She gives me my jacket back. We hug, and she does thank me. Apologizes for not kissing me goodbye. I wish her the best and she walks inside.
Welp. An adventure, that’s for sure,
Since I’m already all the way over here, I reason that I’ll do another quick sweep for her phone. It’d make me feel better at the least, as I do feel sympathetic for her. I know it sucks.
I actually do find an iPhone nearby. It’s completely smashed and even bent. Hoping that’s not it, I put it into my pocket hoping that the dirty glass doesn’t slice my fingers,
I’m back over by my favorite bench – partly reflecting and partly thinking about what flavor donut I’ll get from the local shop as my post-lay celebration. The one with the strawberry frosting and sprinkles, I think.
Disrupting my happpy thought, I see an erratically-driven black sedan swerving to the curb. Parks. Using a lot of brakes.
Out of the driver’s seat emerges a cute blonde wearing a black leather jacket. She smiles and asks how my morning is going. A shorter blonde with a nice ass wearing short floral shorts quickly paces to the front door of this apartment building, but I don’t see her face.
“Oh, it could be better. If I were to say on a scale of 1-10… it wouldn’t be a 10.”
“Yeah, us too.”
“One of those mornings, I guess.”
She’s hot enough and seems cool, but I don’t feel like gaming her right now.
The girl joins the other at the building door.
I end my search for the phone, deciding that it’s time for me to get breakfast and eat it on my porch. Then wash my sheets that I’ve slept with two girls in two weeks in, shower, and go to sleep.
As I walk past the two blondes on my way back, I notice that they’re trying to yank open a locked door. It’s an inefficient task.
The girl in the leather jacket asks me if I live there. I don’t. Then asks if I can please help them open this door because sometimes if you pull hard enough, it’ll open. They really need to get inside.
Oooooookay then.
Maybe I’ll help them out, and who knows what will happen. I have my body and my verbals. Who knows. This girl is cute and the other has a nice booty it seems.
So I’m like whatever, I’ll try one time.
I walk up to the blonde in the leather jacket, who steps aside as I reach for the door handle on the right side.
When she stepped away, it revealed the other blonde in the short floral shorts tugging on the door handle on the left side.
The moment that my fingertips touch the cold metal, my eyes dart to the left to catch the face of this girl.
Ah, what do we have here. Who else could it be? You saw this coming.
It’s the hazel eyes of HBStrawberryPrincess.
I laugh to myself because this is especially hilarious in my exhaustion.
It’s not so funny when she doesn’t acknowledge me. At all.
Like, at all at all.
Won’t even say hello back to me.
I think this girl might be evil.
So yeah. I just tug on the door a few times, but it’s locked, obviously. Locked doors don’t open when you pull the handle.
HBLeatherJacket explains that her roommate lost her phone in there and really needs to get in.
Is that right.
I give her “roommate” a look out of the corner of my eye.
Here we enter a moment of ethics.
Remember, I’ve spent hours sitting on the bench outside of this apartment complex. Gaming girls. Immersing girls. Getting pulls. Heck, even being a witness to an assault.
Now having two street nightgame lays from here.
I know how to get in this building.
After seeing HBAzure not being able to get in – nearly risking my lay – I’ve been observant with how people get in and out. Especially of those side doors.
I’ve seen how those naughty girls and boys without an access card slip into this massive, massive, super expensive complex.
There’s one particular side door that they leave propped open with a water bottle.
Hmmm. Hmmmmmmm. Decisions, decisions.
On one hand we have my inflamed dick and a duplicitous blonde.
On the other we have… morality? Not sure.
Eh, positive impacts I aspire to make.
I tell the girls that I know how to get inside and to follow me. The roommate follows me but HBSP does not. She stays trying to pull open a locked door. Accordingly, I take the moment to chat with her friend.
HBLJ: Thank you so much! She gets crazy like this when stressed out…
Me: Right, yeah, I know… she was freaking out earlier.
HB: Wait, you know her?
Me: Oh, she didn’t tell you…?
HB: Wait…
*Despite the little awkwardness, this girl and I have a vibe. So I just put my arm around her for this next part like a fuckboy and it feels really natural*
Me (devilish grin): I’m the guy.
HB: Wait, oh my god, you slept with her last night?
Me: Yep.
HB: That’s where she was. She didn’t tell me anything.
HB: So… was she any good?
Me: *slight grimace*
HB: Does she need birth control or anything?
Me: No, we used protection.
HB: Okay, good. Sorry about all this. Where do you live?
Me: [place].
HB: So what are you doing all the way over here?
Me: I walked her back and helped look for her phone.
HB: Thank you for doing that!
Me:
HB:
Me: Right, yeah, I know… she was freaking out earlier.
HB: Wait, you know her?
Me: Oh, she didn’t tell you…?
HB: Wait…
*Despite the little awkwardness, this girl and I have a vibe. So I just put my arm around her for this next part like a fuckboy and it feels really natural*
Me (devilish grin): I’m the guy.
HB: Wait, oh my god, you slept with her last night?
Me: Yep.
HB: That’s where she was. She didn’t tell me anything.
HB: So… was she any good?
Me: *slight grimace*
HB: Does she need birth control or anything?
Me: No, we used protection.
HB: Okay, good. Sorry about all this. Where do you live?
Me: [place].
HB: So what are you doing all the way over here?
Me: I walked her back and helped look for her phone.
HB: Thank you for doing that!
Me:
HB:
Then we reach the secret open door. I pull it open, and she gets all excited. Calls out to HBSP to come over. Once my lay comes to the door, she doesn’t even thank me and walks straight inside. Her friend thanks me again and asks if I want to hang with them while they look for the phone, which apparently was tracked back to this building through Find My iPhone once HBSP returned to her laptop.
I think for a moment and decide whatever. It delays my breakfast, but I’ve slept with one girl and have good social frame with the other.
The two of us go inside while observing HBSP frantically looking for the elevator. I point out that the room she’s trying to get into now says “Electricity Room,” not “Elevator Room.” She huffs and still acts like she doesn’t know me.
I didn’t get it right away, but it’s ASD. I falsely assumed she fully explained the situation to her roommate who’s been kind enough to also help her out, but it seems that she left me entirely out of the story because that would make her feel slutty. Who knows the story she gave?
Also, I slipped up by telling her roommate that we had sex. Even though I didn’t mean anything by it, I shouldn't have done that. There are a lot of nuances there, and I let the cat out of the bag. This was the final confirmation that we’d never see each other again.
We finally reach the elevator, and it seems like HBSP actually knows where she’s going. Pressing the button for the second floor, she looks at her friend and remarks, “It’s in his room.”
She’s like, “Oh.”
I’m like, “What. You’re going to a dude’s room right now?”
A nod.
I respond by pressing the button for the ground floor. Lofty is out.
They leave at their stop with HBStrawberryPrincess stomping out of the elevator. The roommate says bye and thanks me.
Take care.
And the trek for my breakfast restarts. She had also given me her phone number on the walk to her place, so now that she’s probably picked up her phone, I just send a post-lay text for the etiquette knowing that there won’t be a response. I also include my alias because she never even asked. And before she tried to use Find My iPhone on my devices, I didn’t know her name, either.
45 minutes later, I’m on my porch. Staring out into the world with a strawberry-flavored donut in my right hand.3/7, 7:08 AM
Me: Hey HBSP, it’s Lofty from last night. Glad I was able to help you two get inside and find your phone. Tbh I felt horrible about your phone after we had such a wonderful time together, so it’s awesome it all worked out. Also I hope you’re not too sore
The flavor. Indeed quite reminiscent of The Princess’ lip-gloss.
Yet another crazy zany erotic absurd sweet sad ridiculous night in my journey. I’m glad I was able to go stranger-to-bedroom with a girl like her. At the same time, the sugar bouncing around in my mouth is merely a cover-up for the bitter taste underneath.
I realize that there’s a common denominator to the unorthodoxy of my SNL ONS experiences.
Me.
These are crazy girls, but time and time again… and even those that were almost lays but not quite… I am the common denominator. It would be blinded of me to think that somehow, someway, I’m just always encountering these crazy girls.
I have instabilities of my own that contribute to this. It’s a constructive realization and something to work on.
Always learning things, working on them, adding new tasty sprinkles along the way.
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