I met this girl at The Ivy in Sydney while was coaching (I live in Melbourne). Here's an excerpt from the report of the night I met her:
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Later I was in a different set with another student, talking to two powerful Russian looking glam types: tall, fur coats, dark hair, striking good looks, sombre composure, air of royalty, etc. It wasn't in a bitchy way though; it was more of a powerful feminine elegant way.
The one I was talking too was throwing me lots of little tests and I was sending them right back. I could tell it was just her way of flirting, and treated it as such.
She told me she was going to Melbourne soon, I said we should exchange numbers, she brushed it off and we kept chatting.
After another few minutes I said something rude and she said "don't talk to me..." (she sounded serious) and I said "the last time someone said that to me we were fucking in the toilet 2 mins later" (referring to this incident
http://www.melbournelair.com/forum/index.php?topic=47.0 )
She said "well that’s not gonna happen. Go for that girl in the blue dress over there, I'm sure she'll do it"
We kept chatting more and I started "accidentally" brushing my hand on her leg under the table. She ignored it for about 10 seconds then moved her chair back away from me.
Most of what she was saying was pretty antagonistic; I was getting a stream of what seemed like overt negative signs from her. The old me would have ejected after the first few seemingly negative things she said, but I stayed in.
A bit later Harry Potter came up in conversation and I said "you want Hagrid to blow on your face don't you..."
She smiled and said "yeah..." seductively. I reached out and caressed her face gently, as if I was contemplating how it would look coated in cum. She passively accepted this; didn’t flinch, just grinned and we kept chatting.
Soon they had to go to the toilet and she said "will you be sitting here when we get back?" this was the first overt sign she was into me. BAM: without warning, she had changed her attitude from ‘I don’t really care what happens here, I’m just killing time’ to ‘I’m interested in this guy!’. Imagine if I had ejected a minute before this happened!
I said I wasn’t going to wait (had a workshop to teach) but told her to take my number. She said "why don't you take MY number..."
She put her number in and pranked herself, and as we were standing up we somehow got into a marriage role-play. I whispered in her ear that we'd cheat on each other and she purred. Her friend said "you guys talking about marriage WTF?" and I said "nah we're talking about fucking"
My girl goes "yeah, fucking".
Me and the student leave the seats to go to the toilet too, and on the way there we bump into them again. She goes "we’re leaving for another club on Oxford street, come later! Call me!"
Pretty big turn around for someone being so cold/rejecting me minutes before.
The reason all this happens (me getting away with saying really forward stuff) is because over time I've developed a sharp social intuition for reading girls reactions. On the surface it seemed like she was rejecting my advances, but I was aware of the bigger picture: she was still talking to me, giving me sex eyes and keeping her seductive antagonistic attitude: she was flirting with me.
I didn't take any of her rejections to heart and when she saw that firstly I wasn’t affected by her "rejections" and that I could read between the lines, it puts me in a different class of man. I didn’t take her venom laced conversation as her being bitchy or thinking she was top shit, she was just being herself and seeing if I was the kind of guy who could handle her sharp wit and not crumble under her frame. For a woman as beautiful as her, she would meet so many guys who would suck up to her, walk on eggshells around her, be really timid and get nervous/intimidated/freaked out by her. For her, being a bit standoffish at the start is a necessity to sort out the men from the boys, and I don’t blame her. I do the same thing; I talk about quirky and edgy stuff to make sure the women I’m talking to are on the same wavelength as me.
In regards to her frame, I met her halfway and it was clear we were both on the same page; she passes my screening by being able to flirt that intensely (big contrast with the girl who had freaked out from a raised eyebrow before) and I pass her screening by showing her I’m not going to walk on egg shells around her and don’t mind saying vulgar things. I wasn’t worried that I was going to offend her and that’s part of what she’s looking for in a man.
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We had this text exchange in the weeks since that night. Notice the dates and times.
I knew this was no time for silly text game banter or flirting. She was keen to fuck and I was keen to oblige so I said goodbye to my friends and went straight to the Night Cat.
I arrived at the bar and saw her. I tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around, surprised. We shared two seconds of intense eye contact before she said "Liam?" a little nervously. I nodded and she continued the conversation.
I realized that for a second she thought I might have been a random guy coming to pick her up.
She asked me if I was getting a drink and I told her I was getting water from the other bar. She said "I'll come with you" and left her friend to follow me.
We got a water and flirted some more, and I suggested we take a seat.
The conversation was filled with sexual tension. She still had the same barbed wire attitude as the night I met her, but I liked it. I just saw it for what it was: her flirting with me. She was being negative conversationally but in the bigger picture, she has been texting me, invited me out to meet her and ditched her friends to sit with me.
She asked me to move to Sydney and be her boyfriend. "just move in with me like my brothers girlfriend did"
Then she took it back. "Actually I'm way too slutty for that... We're gonna cheat on each other yeah?"
At another point of our flirty banter she said "I'm the kind of girl who will just say "let's fuck" and get down to it".
"I know" I said "that’s why I like you".
The tension kept building. I used to be obsessed with makeouts; I thought they were the pinnacle of game. After being the club makeout guy from 2008-2009, and having kissed literally hundreds of girls, I'm totally over it. I actually prefer not to kiss girls in clubs, I like the sexual tension to keep building and I find kissing just releases it.
Recently I've had 3 different girls crack while talking to me and initiate the kiss. I put this down to my sexual energy and charisma, and the whole sexy vibe I'm giving off when talking to a woman. The fact that I could kiss them at any second, but am happy to just let the tension sit, drives them wild.
She was clearly trying to kiss me by moving closer, looking at my lips, and trailing her sentences off.
I was avoiding it. I prefer much more subtle touching. I took her hand and put it on my boner. Yes, I consider this subtle because to it's not obvious to anyone watching and it's like it is our little secret. Much less overt than tonguing each other.
She pulled back in shock and gasped. "What the hell?! Who do you think I am! I'm not just some slut..." she said in a disgusted voice (even though she had literally called herself a slut minutes before).
She's and actress and gave a pretty convincing performance, but I knew her deal and was totally unphased by this. "Yeah, you are a slut" I said calmly while burning her with hellfire eye contact.
"Yeah I know... I'm a really nasty filthy girl" she replied seductively.
Her male friend walked past, and she introduced us. He seemed cool, left quickly and we went back to the "her kissing me and me resisting/cutting our makeouts short" game.
She kept touching my dick and we moved to a couch in the dark corner. The kissing got more intense and she said "DON'T put your hand down my top and touch my tits..." in a voice that said "please touch my tits" so that was exactly what I did. She gasped me pleasure and started rubbing my dick harder. I started undoing my jeans to give her better access and suddenly behind us a concerned voice said "no hand-jobs in the club thanks guys..."
I was freaking out that we were busted by a bouncer, but it turned out to be her male friend again. I turned around and smiled at him and his joke, he was grinning back. It was a sign of mutual respect. "Hey man. I'm a rapist." I said casually, putting out my hand.
"Yeah, he is" she chimed in just as casually.
"Oh that’s right! You are!" he said, playing along. We were totally on the same wavelength game wise and humour wise. I was liking this guy more and more.
I went on with the joke "yeah…I recognize you...from...oh! We met at the rapist convention! Good to meet you again"
"hahah yeah! You too. Anyway my girlfriends drunk over there, and I'm giving both these girls a lift home so...do you wanna go home with him?...fuck I know I'm totally cock blocking you right now, sorry bro...How about I'll give you guys 10 minutes to work out your plans? I'll be over there."
What a fucking legend! This exchange gave me so much respect for him. For starters, he was happy to see his Sydney guest getting some sex. He was relaxed about it all and read the situation perfectly. He wasn't threatened by me at all: game respects game.
"Stay at my place" I said to her after he left.
"I can't, I'm staying at his, all my stuff is there".
"That’s cool. Why don’t you just come back to mine and when we're done I'll drop you to his place after?"
"Yeah good idea. I'll go tell him"
2 minutes later she's back. "I'm all yours..."
As we were walking to the car she said "I always think about being raped. I would love it, all the aggression, him just fucking me really hard. But then it wouldn't really be rape. I think if someone tried to rape me I would just be like "Yeah! Come on, stick it in me! " But then I worry I would just turn him off. It’s about power, right? The lack of consent...so maybe if I get raped I will have to just fake like I don't want it so he doesn’t know I'm enjoying it".
We chatted a bunch more about Harry Potter on the way home. "It just makes me so happy...on so many levels"
"That's why you were so into the Harry Potter porn joke when we first me hahaha"
She also said "tomorrow night let's go to a bar and pretend that you proposed to me. Everyone will buy us free drinks!" I thought this was so funny seeing as my friend had already done this multiple times. Great minds think alike.
We got back to my place and started fucking. She kept saying stuff like "you better fuck me really hard. I have high expectations. I bet you won't live up to them…"
For me this was terrible dirty talk and was a huge mood killer, so the sex was pretty average.
"I love it when I say no and the guy just does it anyway." she said. For me this vague resistance is quite a turn off without clear boundaries, so I gave her a safeword which helped a bit.
When I weigh it up in my mind, the moments that stick out as the most sexually exciting from the encounter was at the bar when she was rubbing my dick, and after sex when we were just lying naked together. She had a sexy body and nice juicy tits, so even though the sex was average, having her warm body pressed against me after felt great. It was a pleasure to watch her just lying there naked, breathing softly.
We woke up and fucked a few more times, and the sex got better each time, her moans getting louder and louder. I also gave her some handjob lessons, then she said "I want you to come on my body...on my tits"
I lathered her tits up with lube, sat on top of her and pressed them firmly around my dick. Her slippery hands were running all over my dick as I thrusted faster. I love lubricated titty fucking so much because you get to squeeze and massage their wet tits while getting a slippery handjob at the same time. I have the most intense orgasms in this position. I think it's because a good, firm, lubricated handjob feels like jacking off, but it's someone else doing it. I came really hard on her tits then got a cloth to clean her off. It was a very sweet and sensual experience gently bathing her with a damp cloth after the aggressive titty fucking.
We were talking about sex again later and she said "I wanna get gangbanged, that'd be so hot".
"I love you" I told her, and she rolled her eyes. "Well I don't really love you, I barely know you. But I love what you're about. You're so relaxed and comfortable with your sexuality and fantasies".
I texted her the next day asking if she wanted me to organize a gangbang for her, and she said she didn't need my help. "Play on playa" I thought.
We've been in touch and I'll probably see her when I'm next in Sydney. She challenged me to a pick up competition so I can foresee some kind of group sex scenario unfolding. Hooray for sexually liberated women!
CHAT
