The night starts with me setting up the logistics between, what is already possible & what is our overall goal for the night of possibilities.
What was, FOR SURE, possible Friday night was, me hooking up my wing Pharaoh with a three way with an HB that I had a three way with two weeks ago with my other wing Dugy.
The logistics to make this work was, we needed a place & Pharaoh had to break away from his group of friends he was already partying with downtown.
I found the place, my buddy who had to leave his house at the beginning of the month due to getting re-stationed in Connecticut. So we had a vacated house to have this three way.
Pharaoh couldn't break away from his social circle, so I said F it. We'll DP this HB next weekend.
I roll downtown with my wing B-Dawg to meet up with Pharaoh, Swift, wing chick, & a few other random dudes.
Our venue for the night, was a dance studio named, Arther Murray.
Now the thing is, I've been learning how to Salsa Dance for the last two weeks, and the dance types that was going on were blues, swing, & some other random one that I don't remember. I had a bit of a curve/obstacle to overcome.
We show up at the venue, we walk upstairs and I was SO unexpecting of the first HB that I run into. It was an HB 10 who I used to hook up with for a period of about two months before Christmas.
When I finally noticed that she was staring at me, I go right in and start running my game like MAD crazy.
The only reason we stopped hooking up was because she said I was WAY too cocky & arrogant. Honestly the best reason I've ever had a chick break up with me for.
I have since then improved my game TEN folds. And she was barely ready for my game that I laid down.
That was a great warm up set & really good first interaction with her since we stopped talking.
I WILL hook up with her again. It was TOO good.
Overall the night was INCREDIBLE, I met & danced with SO many different women. I learned a TON of new dance moves, even how to dip.
My biggest epiphany from this night was when I ran into this HB 9 from my Salsa dance classes on Tuesday nights. She recognized me before I recognized her. We danced quite a bit, had amazing conversation, & she taught me a lot about dancing throughout the night.
I ended up number closing her at the end of the night after running into the only REAL obstacle she threw at me, which was the classic, “her having a b/f”, obstacle.
My response to her telling me that she had a b/f was something along the lines of, “Girl you got me ALL sorts of wrong. I'm here to learn the skill of dance & I think you're an AMAZING dancer who I can learn a lot from. I'm looking for someone to hang out with and learn dance with & at the same time knows how to be an incredible friend. Does that sound like you”?
Instantly she got a cute little giddy feeling inside and instantly gave me her number. She was also real cool about how many times I forgot her name. My bad, I was feeling good off of all sorts of yummy champagne.
In between all of this dancing and female interaction, my wing B-Dawg ends up getting WAY to tipsy & is crawling all over the wing chick from our social circle. B-Dawg eventually ends up throwing up on the stairs way that leads into the studio & then stumbling out of the venue and passing out about a quarter of a mile away.
Him disappearing presented itself with a VERY interesting opportunity to isolate & build comfort with our wing girl, who is btw, an amazing Blue's dancer.
We decide that we need to go look for B-Dawg, and by we, I meant I decided that I needed to isolate and start some HEAVEY kino escalation.
We had a nice little walk, we found Mr. Puky Head & decided to leave him passed out, outside the venue, for the rest of the night.
All the while, on the walk back, me & HB held pinkies (she thought that was incredibly cute), walked arm in arm for a spell, & then I went in for the k-close as we neared the studio.
The night was starting to settle down. We went inside and gathered together the logistical plan for the rest of the night. Swift ended up going home with an HB he met that night while me and Pharaoh started plans for a three way with wing chick.
We peaced out from the rest of the group and me, Pharaoh & B-Dawg went home with wing chick.
B-Dawg passed out in the back of my car & since I didn't want to deal with that at the moment & I didn't want him to potentially cock block us from the, Pharaoh/5th 's “Ménage à trois” in progress.
Once we get upstairs, I turn the sexual vibe in the air on OVERDRIVE. It was about that time.
A few comments that I recall making throughout the night to wing chick was:
-As she was getting ready to take a shower, she was looking through her suit case for something to wear, I say, “I want you to put on THE SKANKIEST thing you have”
-Once she comes out of the shower she's wearing a bright pink “strap” bra with a “strapless” blue nighty like dress. Of course I make fun of it and tell her that the bra doesn't fit the vibe of the outfit & needs to come off. And at the same time, I'm wondering if the color of her panties matched the color of her bra. She says that she's not wearing panties. Instantly I'm making a comment about how the feng shui of her outfit is off & how she either needs to put panties on to balance out the vibe or take the bra off.
She proceeds to tell us a story about how she is going through a no panty phase of her life. Awesome!
We then decide to dip down into the pillow pit & start smoking hookah.
A little bit of bull shitting is going on & I'm trying to think of how to get the three way started.
My next move was me grabbing her pinking with mine and I look at her with this, is this as awesome to hold pinkies while sitting down as it is while we were walking? Turns out it was. And I knew it.
The conversation then gets onto the topic of “biting” & how she looks like the type that is into biting.
Also, quick side note, this chick looks JUST like Pink, “the music artist”. I do that bit of recall humor & she hits me back with something sassy & I proceed to bite her on the neck exactly where she needs to be bitten at.
She likes it because, one, I told her too & two, the fact that it was a really good fucking bite.
She bites me back, I k-close again, & the making out starts.
I look over at Pharaoh & he is already going for the downstairs region... BALLER!
She has a bit of resistance as expected. Then her hands go right downtown for my bad boys. Well, her one hand goes for my region & her other hand goes for Pharaoh's danger zone.
Honestly, two days later, I still can't figure out how Pharaoh got his clothes off before I did.
Hmm...
Anyways!
From there it went into a CRAZY night of Eiffel Towering, table top, DP, whatever you want to call it.
It was a really good night.
Basically the moral of the story is. I have an amazing social circle filled with guys that are dedicated to sharing their success with the pack.
My wing Dugy hooked me up with a three way two weeks ago & my wing Pharaoh hooked me up with a three way this week.
If Pharaoh could have found his way out of his group of friends for an hour or so, I would have hooked him up with another three way that night.
Potential two three ways in one night, with one number close with HB 9 from my Salsa Dancing class.
Dance class is AMAZING!
Gaming on old hooks up is BAD ASS!
&
Social Circle Game is f-in AWESOME!
Cheers!
CHAT