| A big and fun update is long overdue.
So last Friday evening one of my buddies introduced me to a girl who was here for a week on vacation.
That same night, I fucked her brains out.
Then... she ended up staying with me for the whole next week before returning home on Friday night (i.e. a full week).
For all intents and purposes, she was my girlfriend for a week and by some sort of non-conventional use of the word, we were in love. This girl was fucking awesome. Sexy as hell. Great in bed. Laid back, patient, understanding. And 100% - no, make that 150% - devoted to doing everything she could to make me happy.
On top of all that, she was insanely cute. She'd scurry around my apartment, giggling, smiling, hopping into my lap.
Oh, and she's also a sports massage doctor or something, so I was getting grade-A massages each day.
Let's start by talking about the first night, since I imagine that's instructive. Then, can move into some of the other, more introspective stuff.
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It's Friday night. AsianAdonis texts me and says we should go out. I'd also been texting back and forth with my buddy TheDirector, so I tell him to come over too. What he doesn't tell me is he's bringing this Canadian girl too (let's call her TheBunny)... who is a SEXY Chinese girl here on vacation.
They all show up at my apartment. I'm full-on attracted the moment she walks in. But I just assume TheDirector is going to get with her so I don't really pay her any mind. Of course, that turned out to not be the case but when friends are involved, it's best to be cautious and know the deal.
As a sidenote: she'd later tell me she was full-on attracted to me at first and then, even more so because the first thing she noticed was that my apartment was clean and SMELLED nice. Don't be a slob.
Anyway, we all head out. Remember, I'm not even hitting on her at this point because I don't know what the deal is. TheDirector has game so he could be trying to get with her. So I'm just kind of hanging out at the bar, idle chit-chat with girls here and there and literally talking to TheBunny about the girls I find cute, telling her she has to be my wingwoman, describing to her the type of girls I'm into, etc...
She's super chill about all of it.
At the same time, I'm not being "cold" towards her or anything like that. Quite the opposite, actually. Fun, playful, and slightly flirty.
Eventually, TheDirector is hitting on another girl. Devoting his entire time towards her. So I figure maybe I can start focusing on TheBunny. The thing is, TheDirector is a little dramatic. He's a great guy, very genuine, but just slightly volatile. So I don't ask him straight-up, which with 99% of my boys would be the best bet.
Instead, I'm still playing my cards close to the chest, but getting a little bit more flirty with TheBunny and paying her a bit more attention.
Maybe an hour goes by. I continue to just hang out with AsianAdonis and TheBunny as TheDirector goes all in on his girl.
The bar we're at closes (it has an early close, midnight I think). AsianAdonis goes home. TheDirector comes to me and TheBunny with his girl and says we should go to another bar. Now I'm 90% sure he won't care.
We head to the next bar. Outside and young, SEXY girl starts talking to me, brushing up against met, etc... I play a little hot-cold with her but make it seem like I'm more interested in TheBunny. This drives that girl crazy. I've seen her twice before on the social circuit, in like the last month, so I'm sure I'll see her again and she'll remember I was pre-selected and hard-to get. Just a little insurance policy in the midst of this adventure.
We go inside and TheDirector disappears with his girl (good isolation game, yes?).
I decide it's time to get the ball into play.
TheBunny is leaning against the wall. We're having idle fluff talk. It's 100% evident she's into me. So I put my right palm on the wall, next to her left ear. Look her straight in the eyes. Now I lean to the other ear. I'm not touching her, but my body is now less than an inch from hers and my lips are ever-so-slightly brushed up against her ears.
In other words... I've lit the TENSION fuse... and now I drop the nuke: "If I wasn't worried that TheDirector would get upset, I'd be all over you right now."
Her response: "He doesn't matter. We're all adults and I know what I want."
Me: "What's that?"
Her: [palms go gently onto my chest] You."
And now, as I like to say, we're playing the same game together.
As if by some stroke of intervention from the Divine Lords of Poon, another girl who I number-closed a few weeks ago, but who has been IMPOSSIBLE to get out, walks by us at this moment. I catch her eye. She stops in her tracks and comes up and says hi. Again, I give her a bit of cold, but just a hint of eye contact that says "You're next." We talk for one minute and she excuses her self. I'll hit her up with week and see if that little exchange lit her loins up.
Now I bounce TheBunny from this spot on the wall directly to the bar. Movement = Same Night Lay. NEVER FORGET THIS. Why? Because unless you plan on fucking her in the exact spot you met her with everyone watching, she needs to be comfortable FOLLOWING you to wherever you LEAD her. So lead her lots of insignificant places first.
At the bar, I get us waters. Go back to bar so I'm in the relaxed, non-chalant position. We talk more. Get to know each other better. Touching.
Pretty standard pre-pull things.
I decide to move one more time. Tell her we should go find TheDirector. This will also be my test to let him see me and her in a much closer, more intimate dynamic. We find him. He's cool. Doesn't give a shit. He still has his girl. I guess he was just delivering me a tourist girl that he'd met. He's a generous wingman quite often so I guess my cautiousness was a little excessive.
Whatever, he's a good friend so better to be safe than sorry.
We all decide we should leave back to my apartment. So we get a cab.
Back at my apartment, TheDirector wastes no time. Within minutes, he's pulled his girl back into my guest room and I'm alone with TheBunny.
At this point, I don't need to do anything really. I just grab her hand and pull her into my bedroom. There's no resistance, no obstacles. As has always been the case with direct-escalation game. You don't have to deal with any of that shit you get when you're pull is something veiled like "Let's go watch these hilarious YouTube videos at my place."
Nope. My pull was basically "I'm gonna fuck you rotten" so she knew what my plans were.
In fact, she would later tell me that after I stepped on the gas at the bar, all she could think was (and this is word-for-word): "Oh my God, what am I in for?"
She said I was "animalistic but sweet" and that combination, with the added unknowns and expectation, got her incredibly turned on. To be clear: she knew she was safe and that I was trustworthy, but the thought of basically being desired uncontrollably set her off.
I think you can guess where this goes. We went from zero to rough, dominant sex in about two minutes. She orgasmed non-stop and then basically collapsed when we were done. First thing the next morning, we did it again.
Now it's Saturday morning and we're sort of basking in this wild connection we have. She's here for another week and I'm feeling spontaneous, plus I really like this girl, so I tell her to stay with me for the week. She's all-in.
And that was basically how it unfolded from there. We spent the entire week eating out, falling for one another, having crazy sex, having deep conversations, cuddling, etc...
She was great. Her disposition was just pure joy and happiness. What a great, great girl.
By week's end, we were full on in it. But she had to go home so beared it and she went home. Early in the week, Tuesday maybe, I knew that pain would come and I knew we'd have no choice but to yank the Bandaid off.
And it sucked but I'm 100% happy I didn't let that fear keep me from diving headlong into that. I don't think it's a stretch to say that we were in love.
For me personally, this experience helped clear out a lot of the baggage I've been carrying around since breaking up with my GF about 18 months ago. It was the first time I really opened myself up to a girl, in all the different ways: emotionally, sexually, physically, mentally. I was constantly making internal challenges to myself when those mental scripts started playing. Feeling reluctant to share XYZ experience with her? Just do it. Not willing to be open and honest about ABC? Just do it.
On top of that, she opened my eyes to a lot of the things that were problems between me and my ex. Stuff that I've always been like "Maybe I should have compromised on that? Or maybe we could have worked that out." In reality, they were just clashes of values and lifestyles and living with this girl for a week showed me that I wasn't wrong about any of it (or that my GF wasn't wrong). We just weren't a match. That's given me a fair amount of acceptance.
I could go on and on, but just suffice it to way that I think in 8 days I was basically able to "hack" through what I've been trying to accomplish for the better part of 18 months. Which is accepting the past and being open to the future. This girl was special. She had a way of putting me at ease, making me comfortable, and just making me feel loved.
And I'll finish by saying this: if you're reading this is you think I'm being "beta" I have a mental exercise for you.
Here it is: Thursday morning, she and I were just cuddled up on the couch and I basically told her all of these things. How grateful I was I met her. How the experience had been transformative for me. How I thought she was an amazing girl who deserves the best.
Was that beta?
Maybe, in that exact moment, it was.
But what about within the dynamic of this entire thing?
When you consider some of these things, which I believe are "alpha" and show a man who is strong, secure, and dedicated to HIMSELF, is it still beta?
--I told her she could stay with me but on the condition that I a) have things to do and will not brush them aside for her and b) that I'm the type of person who needs some quiet, time alone to themselves each day, that it was nothing personal, but if she took it so, or made me feel guilty for taking that time, I would not allow her to stay with me. Of course, she respected that and even encouraged it.
--Basically everywhere we went, I was constantly spontaneous and a challenge. Playing with her. Giving her dominant physical contact in public (like firm hand on thigh while sitting). Slapping her ass randomly. She commented that I have this mix of naughty-and-nice and it was addicting because she never knew which one she was going to get.
--I never supplicated to her, bended to her, or did anything with her I didn't want to do. But at the same time, I wasn't dick, I was willing to discuss things, etc...
--By being open, sharing my unrestricted thoughts and being clear about my boundaries, I was in a position of power and strength.
--And finally, sexually, for all intents and purposes I "owned" her. For example, that emotional discussion happened on Thursday morning. Wednesday night, she was TIED TO MY FUCKING BEDFRAME and I was doing whatever the hell I wanted to her. I fucked her until her body was having involuntary convulsions. That's a position of not only complete physical submission, but complete trust as well. A girl has to trust you 100% to let you put in her such a vulnerable position. And that's love. It's respect. It's dominance. A girl doesn't fall head-over-heels, give-it-all-up in love like that for a guy she thinks is weak or "beta." Those feelings of complete surrender are reserved for a MAN. And you can remind her of that by telling her "You are completely helpless right now. I can do whatever I want to you. And there's nothing you can do to stop it." On top of that, by that point, I also had a fair amount of "hypnotic" control over her orgasms. I don't know a thing about hypnotism but I know that the way I dirty talk before and during a girl's orgasm eventually gives me the ability to a) tell her exactly when to cum and b) make it so she can't stop cumming (hence the involuntary leg convulsions). She even told me that I got her to the point where all I needed to do was put her in a physically submissive position and tell her to cum and she could (i.e. not even fucking or eating her out).
So look at all that and tell me, was sharing my full, unedited emotions with her beta? I don't think so. But I also know this: even if it was, I'd still do it because it feels better to open yourself up and be emotionally FREE then to keep it inside and to act in a way you don't want to because you think it's better for the relationship. It's NOT. You just have to know how to wield the weapons of "soft, relationship game" in an effective way: true to yourself, true to your boundaries, free and open as a show of strength, and of course, physical/emotional/sexual dominance.
OK, I think that's enough, it's July 4th and there's fun to be had... But what a great experience and what an incredible girl. A special girl. They come few and far between but for me at least, the few diamonds in the rough are what make it all worthwhile.
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