This happened August 2010 during the eurotour, a 10 day traveling seduction workshop that goes through Easter Europe, created by James Marshall from The Natural Lifestyles
http://www.thenaturallifestyles.com/eurotour/
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This is pretty long, the actual seduction starts about halfway down. Basically we met some Italian hotties at a bar, walked to another club near the river, and I fucked one under the bridge. It was passionate, intense and romantic.
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It's 6am, and I’m sitting on a balcony overlooking Budapest rooftops watching the sunrise. The classical architecture here is so beautiful, and it combines with the run down nature of some of the buildings to create an engaging contrast of timeless and derelict.
Flash back to midnight tonight. I roll over on my bed and answer my phone in a sleepy haze. ‘Yo. It’s James. It’s midnight, were supposed to be starting now. Sorry to drag you from your precious sleep and take you to a European super club full of hotties, but this is your job’ he jokes. I feel like death (not in a good death metal way), but get dressed and trudge downstairs.
We get to the bar…and its scale is breathtaking. Its like someone has taken every element that is cool about the arts and culture scene in Brunswick, Melbourne, and combined it with the size and epicness of the European super clubs, to create and indie/hipster super haven.
It was interesting to note my feeling as I walked in. I’m balancing the calmness that I automatically drop into in those environments, with typical self-doubting thoughts that can enter your mind.
None of it was verbal self-talk, more just a general feeling of uneasiness, like I’ve forgotten how to do what I’m paid to do. It’s that feeling of being outside your comfort zone and wanting desperately to naturalize the tension. In this past I would deal with these feelings by talking too much, being erratic, moving my hands a lot, ‘joking around’ in a way that was very compensatory, and also going to the bar to get a drink, going to get a water, going to the toilet, or talking about seduction/the venue/logistics with a wing.
Since then I’ve done lots of meditation work, so now when I’m out by myself I just take all that energy and focus it internally, literally taking a few minutes by myself to mediate in the club, get a feel for my internal and external environments, and drink in the whole space. It allows me to explore my feelings more calmly, and realize they are not a threat, and that I can actually use the energy to serve me, rather than expending it in other ways.
When I’m coaching however, especially if I’m not feeling great, these feelings come back, and I don’t really have the personal space to meditate, because I have to think not only for myself but for the student I’m with. There’s a level of energy transfer, where they are calmed by my presence…but in turn I am also slightly tense from my responsibility to lead them and get them the outcomes and learning experiences they’re there for.
Anyway just thought I’d explain that was what was going on in my head before we approached the Italians.
Me and a student were doing a drill about slowing down energy and relaxing. We were walking REAL fuckin’ slow, emulating the pace of those movies where there’s a rich guy showing some guests around his grounds, and they are in no rush to be anywhere. Just taking a leisurely stroll.
We saw 3 girls sitting in the corner, and we made our way over slow-as-fuck. I make eye contact on the way over and smile, opening them with my presence before I’ve even said anything. They were very warm and receptive, and we sat down. We chatted to them for about an hour. Really cool chicks.
The one I was talking to had the most amazing tits I’ve seen in a long time, and really nice brown European skin. She was the one I would end up fucking. She was so hot that she felt outside my reality; I think it’s good for people to know that I still get that same feeling. Her hotness is intimidating, but instead of this stopping me, I just use that feeling in my stomach to inspire me to give it a shot.
I was in a fuckin’ weird headspace as a result of the Eurotour lifestyle: Coaching 8 hours a day, then staying out picking up girls and having intense, draining sex, sleeping for a few hours, then waking up and doing it all again really fucks with your system. I was in this over-tired state, and my humour was evolving into this really weird passive sarcastic thing, where I kept lying about everything, and pretending I heard stuff wrong, and playing dumb. It was very dry and deadpan, a reflection of my energy levels. If I had tried to act high energy when I wasn’t feeling it I would have been very forced: low energy game was the only option I really had.
The girls were enjoying my attitude so I guess it encouraged me to keep going. My subconscious was probably on autopilot, like ‘listen up, body. We don’t really have the energy or resources to think straight right now so just keep rolling with whatever’s workin’.
The further we got into the conversation, the more my girl opened up to me, vibe wise. It was cool to note that even though I was being a bit of a playful jerk, I still knew when to tone it down and ‘be real’. A few times I made a mistake, e.g. spilling a bit of water and wetting her cigarette, and I was genuinely sorry, so I said so.
I just saw her face light up, like she was thinking ‘cool…this guy is just joking around and having fun but he’s not actually a rude fuckhead’. It was the perfect balance between the tension of flirting, and not trying to put on some cocky act. The more we joked, the more she got into the zone and started playing back. This was…so precious. It was so cool to have someone ‘get it’ and be able to play on my level.
It was a fucking cool experience because it solidifies a lot of the mindset shifts I’ve had regarding who I can connect with, and in what ways. In high school I used to tell myself ‘I only want really analytical intellectual chicks…YEAH…THAT’S the reason that I’m still a virgin at 18, and don’t have a girlfriend… no girls are smart enough for me anyway!’
What a load of horseshit.
The energy was as much of a ‘connection’ as any of the intellectual ones I’ve had. I guess that’s because the intellectual connection is just a format for something much deeper, a human connection, two souls dancing together and resonating on the same frequencies, sharing an experience. The way we were interacting was at the same depth, but just on a different playing field.
I asked her what she was doing later, she said another club. And after that, home to bed to sleep.
Later, James came and said he was going home, she said ‘you are tired, you should go with him’. I said ‘you like sleeping too, because you said you’re spending your last night here doing that. Want to come home with me now and start early?’ So I am indirectly, but not-so-subtly saying ‘lets go home and fuck’. She says no, but keeps giving me flirty eyes.
This demonstrates a point; escalation is attractive (when you’re coming from the right place). I tried to pull her home and fuck her, she declined, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t into me, in fact it actually amplified the tension when she saw I was the kind of man she dreams about, who can confidently lead her to a seductive encounter and unleash all the fantasies that run through her mind daily (and nightly) deadly when I play a dope melody anything less than the best is a felony etc vanilla ice train of thought typingfuck I am tired I should go sleep soon.
Anyway, I was explaining to the student after, how girls will passively lead the seduction. Them continuing to talk to us, them mentioning they were leaving ‘after this drink’ and then extending it to ‘after this cigarette’, dropping hints about where they were going, and then saying ‘so are we leaving soon?’ and including us in the question were all good signs.
We walked with them to the next venue. It was a long walk, and by this point the three girls had paired off with me and two students. We walked through a subway walkway, and there was a busker playing some romantic melody on a saxophone. An old man walking near us goes ‘ahhh, romance…’ wistfully, watching the three couples walk by.
During the walk, we were flirting a lot, she was mispronouncing stuff like ‘ello’ and I said ‘no its HELLo. The letter ‘H’ is pronounced.’ We kept repeating the word back and forth, getting more sexual each time, till she was saying ‘Hellooooo’ in an orgasm voice. She said ‘oh no does that mean I have to have an orgasm every time I say that letter?’ It was cool how she was able to just flow with the flirting and sexuality and not get weird about it.
She had mentioned a few times that I looked bohemian, with my scraggy hair, beard, and neat vest. She brought this up a few times in relation to things I was doing, and it was a good example of dressing to a sexual archetype that suits you. She even said something along the lines of ‘oh you are dangerous, leading me to excitement’ or something similar, a few times.
I made some flirty comment, can’t remember what, and she said ‘how romantic’. Right then I was holding her hand and I put it on my boner, and she said ‘this is not so romantic’. I said ‘I know.’ And kept walking.
There was a silence for about 5 seconds, I just held the space and initiated conversation again like nothing had happened. So hand to boner move attempt backfired in that moment, but because I didn’t get weird about it, it was all good. It probably actually didn’t backfire, I’m sure it turned her on, but she just wasn’t willing to say that at that point.
I knew there would be no hotel extraction that night, and if anything was gonna happen it would have to be at the club. There was so much potential sexual energy to be released, and it would just take me to unlock that. As soon as we got near the club, my eyes start scanning for seduction locations.
The club itself was fucking cool, the party was on the street an the club looked boring, kinda like A Night at the Roxbury.
We all ended up chilling in the carpark for a bit, the girls were catching up with friends and we were just taking in the new euro club experience. One student said "this could never
happen in Autstralia, the guys would all just be wasted and breaking shit."
Talking to her outside, she asked me an awesome question. "What’s your favourite thing to do in the whole world?" Simple, yet excellent choice, especially given the context of our interaction.
A few options flashed through my head.
-sex
-watching a finished film score
-death metal
-writing
I picked being onstage, which led me to be describing how I've learned to harness my over-analytical brain to serve me rather than hinder me, and explained my philosophy of performance art.
Soon I asked her to come home with me again, she said no. She was clear on that (she staying with parents) so I knew I had to act fast to consummate our energy into a physical psycho-sensual experience.
I said "let's go for a walk". She said ok and off we went. As I'm writing this I realize this is a simple but massive part of the seduction. I thought nothing of it at the time, but me being so chilled out while saying something so suggestive, and leading with confidence as soon as she agreed, represents the culmination of three years experience with trigger pulling, owning intent, leading, sexual confidence, understanding female sexuality etc.
I took her hand and led her towards the river. "Let’s go by the water"
I led her over 4 lanes of traffic, tram tracks, two roadside bumpers, and up onto the concrete ledge that the bridge sat on. So we're under this bridge, moonlight shining in the water, the river swirling and surging, a force of it's own.
I stood there explaining how I draw so much of my personal power and intensity from nature, how I draw it all into my system and then blast it out through my eyes when I’m on stage with my band. It’s like one of those lame romantic things people say in movies, except this was actually true to me.
I embraced the energy of the water, leaned in and kissed her. I think it's the first time I've had my first kiss with a girl like you see in the movies, with the slow lean.
The kissing was intense and passionate, an extension of our connection. I pulled her around behind the pillar. We were in the shadows, but I think some people who were 100 or 200 meters away could still see us.
I ran my hand over her cleavage, over her stomach and into her jeans. I put my hand down her pants and felt her moist lips. I pulled out my dick and soon she was jacking me off too. Eventually I turned her around, rolled on a condom, and fucked her.
I pounded her for a bit, then I was nearly gonna come, so I pulled out. Then the pressure to stay hard, and the whole situation, people watching etc, got the better of me, and I couldn’t get properly hard again.
So the actual sex part was pretty average, neither of us came, but everything leading up to that was worth it. It reminds me how good having a wide range of reference experiences is. If this was the only time I had experienced sex in that context, I could have easily formed the belief 'sex in public is never good'. But because I’ve had lots of experiences, some average, some amazing, I just take each new experience as it comes.
Hopefully ill see her in Belgrade. Neither of us ever wants to get married, which makes me want to marry her.
CHAT