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I met this girl online, and to my surprise, she looked even better in person. She was wearing a designer fur coat, elegance, easily an 8.8 out of 10. We had been chatting for about a week before deciding to meet up on Valentine’s Day. I was free, I didn’t mind that she had an opening that night.
Our initial plan was to meet at a particular hookah lounge, but upon arrival, I realized it was fully booked. I even attempted to bribe the host, but he wouldn’t budge—perhaps out of jealousy. Nevertheless, I took it as an opportunity to show her that I could handle obstacles, and we pivoted to another nearby hookah bar.
As we walked, she paused outside to smoke. I locked eyes with her, maintaining an intense gaze until she broke it first. I hugged her, playfully picked her up, and spun her around, knowing there was a window behind us for effect. When we entered the lounge, it was relatively empty, so we chose a comfortable spot to sit. I ordered a hookah, while she ordered in total six whiskey drinks throughout the night. Our conversation flowed I touched her a lot and I kissed her multiple times.
She opened up about her life, revealing that her family situation was complicated. Her father had passed away a year ago, and her relationship with her mother was strained. She had multiple tattoos and shared that she had only been in two serious relationships, the most recent one having ended a month ago.
During our time at the hookah lounge, I suggested watching a movie at my place. I mentioned that I had some vodka at home, though I rarely drank. She agreed after some token resistance, and as we left, she lit another cigarette. Playfully, she threw in some light resistance, saying things like, “You’re not a killer, right? I’m going to a stranger’s house.” I reassured her, letting her know she could leave anytime and that I’d even call her an Uber if she wanted.
When we got to my place, I told her to close the door. As she removed her shoes, she lost her balance and fell. I helped her up, noticing that she was a bit drunk. She sat down, and as I began escalating, she hesitated, expressing discomfort, saying, “This is not okay.” She seemed unsure and mentioned that maybe she needed to leave. I remained calm and told her that if she wanted to go, I’d call her a taxi. We sat in silence for about 1-2 minutes before I reinitiated. She reciprocated, and things progressed—she pulled my cock out and...., I took hers down. Afterward, I made her some food.
At different moments throughout the night, she cried a couple of times—either before or after sex—saying she was sorry and that she felt bad about the situation. She mentioned losing a friend and going through a breakup, but I reassured her that it was fine. I made us some pizza, and we ate together.
When I was inside her the first time, I asked her, “Do you still want to leave?” She replied, “No, I don’t. I made a mistake,” LOL.
Later in the night, when we were about to be intimate again, she LMR'd again, keeping her clothes on and saying that there was “no passion.” I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant, but I figured she was testing my frame and reaction. She spoke more about her ex-boyfriend, mentioning that he was wealthy and that they had met through a cold approach.
Their relationship lasted a year, and she revealed that she had a body count of 23. Looking back, that, combined with her tattoos and lifestyle, painted a clearer picture of her experiences. I asked if she had ever been in situations like this before, and while she denied it, her response wasn’t entirely convincing. She says if she wants to get approached, she'll just go to the mall and sit for a coffee. She usually meets people through friends or some shit I don't know what the fuck the deal was.
The second time we had sex, I gave her one of my shirts to change into. She removed her pants, leaving only her underwear on, making it easier for me to escalate. Before heading to the bathroom, she felt my erection, smiled, and acknowledged it playfully.
The second time when I was
She said "You could come "outside" of me and rest" Jokingly.
I just rested my cock inside of her after I cummed for 1-2 minutes lol.
She had a lot of red flags—smoking, drinking, family issues, and wanting to find a rich husband. She even jokingly asked if I could be her rich husband. I found it amusing but noted that I happened to be her type, similar to her previous boyfriend. She also mentioned that she wasn’t interested in men from her own country and preferred those from other places.
We eventually went to sleep, though I didn’t sleep with her. I took a short nap beside her before moving to the couch. There was something about Aries women—when I talk to them, it feels like the outside world disappears, I'm a Leo, so the match makes sense.
In the morning, I walked her downstairs, said goodbye, and watched her leave. It was an interesting experience, one that left me reflecting on the night, her personality, and the unspoken dynamics between us.
Beautiful girl
Our initial plan was to meet at a particular hookah lounge, but upon arrival, I realized it was fully booked. I even attempted to bribe the host, but he wouldn’t budge—perhaps out of jealousy. Nevertheless, I took it as an opportunity to show her that I could handle obstacles, and we pivoted to another nearby hookah bar.
As we walked, she paused outside to smoke. I locked eyes with her, maintaining an intense gaze until she broke it first. I hugged her, playfully picked her up, and spun her around, knowing there was a window behind us for effect. When we entered the lounge, it was relatively empty, so we chose a comfortable spot to sit. I ordered a hookah, while she ordered in total six whiskey drinks throughout the night. Our conversation flowed I touched her a lot and I kissed her multiple times.
She opened up about her life, revealing that her family situation was complicated. Her father had passed away a year ago, and her relationship with her mother was strained. She had multiple tattoos and shared that she had only been in two serious relationships, the most recent one having ended a month ago.
During our time at the hookah lounge, I suggested watching a movie at my place. I mentioned that I had some vodka at home, though I rarely drank. She agreed after some token resistance, and as we left, she lit another cigarette. Playfully, she threw in some light resistance, saying things like, “You’re not a killer, right? I’m going to a stranger’s house.” I reassured her, letting her know she could leave anytime and that I’d even call her an Uber if she wanted.
When we got to my place, I told her to close the door. As she removed her shoes, she lost her balance and fell. I helped her up, noticing that she was a bit drunk. She sat down, and as I began escalating, she hesitated, expressing discomfort, saying, “This is not okay.” She seemed unsure and mentioned that maybe she needed to leave. I remained calm and told her that if she wanted to go, I’d call her a taxi. We sat in silence for about 1-2 minutes before I reinitiated. She reciprocated, and things progressed—she pulled my cock out and...., I took hers down. Afterward, I made her some food.
At different moments throughout the night, she cried a couple of times—either before or after sex—saying she was sorry and that she felt bad about the situation. She mentioned losing a friend and going through a breakup, but I reassured her that it was fine. I made us some pizza, and we ate together.
When I was inside her the first time, I asked her, “Do you still want to leave?” She replied, “No, I don’t. I made a mistake,” LOL.
Later in the night, when we were about to be intimate again, she LMR'd again, keeping her clothes on and saying that there was “no passion.” I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant, but I figured she was testing my frame and reaction. She spoke more about her ex-boyfriend, mentioning that he was wealthy and that they had met through a cold approach.
Their relationship lasted a year, and she revealed that she had a body count of 23. Looking back, that, combined with her tattoos and lifestyle, painted a clearer picture of her experiences. I asked if she had ever been in situations like this before, and while she denied it, her response wasn’t entirely convincing. She says if she wants to get approached, she'll just go to the mall and sit for a coffee. She usually meets people through friends or some shit I don't know what the fuck the deal was.
The second time we had sex, I gave her one of my shirts to change into. She removed her pants, leaving only her underwear on, making it easier for me to escalate. Before heading to the bathroom, she felt my erection, smiled, and acknowledged it playfully.
The second time when I was
She said "You could come "outside" of me and rest" Jokingly.
I just rested my cock inside of her after I cummed for 1-2 minutes lol.
She had a lot of red flags—smoking, drinking, family issues, and wanting to find a rich husband. She even jokingly asked if I could be her rich husband. I found it amusing but noted that I happened to be her type, similar to her previous boyfriend. She also mentioned that she wasn’t interested in men from her own country and preferred those from other places.
We eventually went to sleep, though I didn’t sleep with her. I took a short nap beside her before moving to the couch. There was something about Aries women—when I talk to them, it feels like the outside world disappears, I'm a Leo, so the match makes sense.
In the morning, I walked her downstairs, said goodbye, and watched her leave. It was an interesting experience, one that left me reflecting on the night, her personality, and the unspoken dynamics between us.
Beautiful girl
