| This story is about me bringing a girl out of her sexual repression and explore her sexuality. I fucked her in the carpark and then did some guided meditation on her sexual guilt. I got as much, if not more about helping her face her sex guilt, shame and fear as I did out of fucking her.
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I've been in Byron Bay for the past week with friends, and on one crazy night me and my friend B-Mac met a pair of babes. I first saw them as we were walking to the club, both in tight dresses showing off their tanned legs. I called out to them, asking them where the club was, and they pointed the other direction and kept walking.
It seemed like a brush off first. Little did I know the one in the black dress would jerk me off in bathroom and bend over to take it doggystyle in the carpark before the night was out.
Before clubbing, our group got pizza and some drunk local girl with her boyfriend started ranting incoherently at us, unable to decide whether she was trying to befriend us or anger us. After some rambling which contained liberal use of the words "cunts" "slags" and "youse'r all", I asked her "Oh yeah? Well let me ask you this...what is the nature of reality?"
She said "Oi! The nature of fuckin reality is...if you have a girlfriend...she's a fucking cunt!"
I said "Awesome! Can't wait till I get a girlfriend so I can tell her she's a cunt!"
We got to the club and it was bouncing and I was letting loose on the dancefloor. I used to be so afraid of dancing but now I just pretend I'm 5 years old again and have fun. Social freedom allows me to express and explore music on a greater level because I'm not in my head worrying if I can dance right. As a musician this feels great!
We saw the tanned leg girls again and me and B-Mac said hi, and quickly paired off with them, then they came to dance with us. I was dancing aggressively and soon I got tired and asked her if she wanted to come sit with me, she nodded and followed.
I was really tired from hardcore dancing and general mayhem all week, so I was very low energy: speaking slowly, pausing a lot, not smiling much, slow movements and responses. This builds tension and allows space for her to invest. Most guys talk way too fast (this was one of my biggest hurdles while learning seduction) and it kills the tension.
She said "Are they in love?" pointing to my friend and her friend dancing. "Are we?" I replied. "Yes. Let's get married" she said. I knew I would fuck her at this point.
We talked for about 5 minutes, and I was being very blunt about sex. We were talking about how we'd cheat in each other, I said "It's sweet, you can blow 10 guys at the music festival you’re going to this weekend..."
"Mmmm I'd love that..."
"And get spitroasted in your tent and have all kinds of orgies..."
She smiled again, but then said "No but seriously...I can't. I always seem in love with every guy I sleep with..."
"Well that means you need to come to Melbourne and fuck me and all my sexually liberated friends so you get over that".
"What do you mean?" she asked flirtatiously, clearly intrigued.
"You're stuck in a sexual mindset that's driven by guilt, shame and fear. You can't really enjoy sex with that cloud hanging over your head".
This whole time I was speaking slowly and smiling sparingly. We were on stools and I was also tracing my finger up and down the underside of her leg.
We went to get a drink, and at the bar we were standing very close to each other, almost like a couple. I kept running my hands along her legs lightly, feeling the supple smooth skin of her thighs, while burning her with hellfire sexual eye contact. She was getting a bit jumpy, which could be easily mistaken as a bad sign, but I saw it for what it was: her being horny.
She leaned in and whispered "Why do they have unisex toilets here?" in my ear.
My hand shot down to my pocket to check for condoms. Fuck! They were in my jacket which was on the dancefloor! (My jacket ended up getting trampled and soaked in beer. I thought it would be safe on the pile of girls handbags. I was wrong. The next day I was imagining some guy going 'hmmm this beer cost $5.50...I could drink it...but I rekon it would look way better all over this guys jacket!')
After missing out on a hot spitroast the day before due to a the girls mood changing, I felt that it was better to just go with the flow and follow the sexual tension rather than risking going to get a condom and her changing her mood, so after pausing and considering her bathroom question, I took her hand and said "Let's go find out" while leading her there.
Just as we approached the door, some drunk guy projectile vomited in the hall in front of us, and was followed closely by a bouncer.
She pulled me back, and I just took her hand and we stepped around the mess, walking straight into the open and much cleaner disabled bathroom.
As soon as we got in I turned and locked the door. I put my back against the door, and put my hands out for her to come to me. There was a minute or so of verbal exchange while staring into each others eyes: I could tell she needed to feel safe and that if I escalated full blast it would have psyched her out, so it was more of a dance, with me allowing her to come to me as much as me to her.
"You're shaking" she commented. I wasn't nervous at all, so I think this was her projecting her nervousness onto me.
Gradually she was pressed up against me and I was holding both her hands. I gave her a seductive smile while talking nonsense (slowly and seductively) and she said "No smiling! Don't smile" so I went back to my deadpan face. Me being very still and expressionless was turning her on, she liked my low energy.
I leaned in to kiss her and our lips met, warm and wet. It was a slow dance at first, a kind of gradual rapid escalation. I pressed her body up against the wall, and was grabbing her ass through her skirt. I unzipped my pants and she hesitated for a second before grasping my dick firmly and working the shaft. She threw her head back and moaned as I slid my finger under her panties, feeling my fingers slide inside her slippery lips.
It was a bit raw so I spat in her hand, but that still wasn't enough, so on a surge of inspiration I pumped a handful of soap from the dispenser into my palm and gave it to her as lube. I was lucky it was the foam kind so I didn't need much. We started staring into each others eyes while stimulating each other, her leg sliding up the wall as I was finger fucking her. I cursed myself for not having a condom.
I told her to grip my dick firmer and really work the tip, and I could feel myself coming closer. She kept pumping it harder and faster, the whole experience enhanced by the fact that I could feel my fingers sliding inside her, slippery and wet, all to the sound of her high pitched moaning. I started cumming and I exploded all over her legs and black dress, letting out a sigh of relief. As we cleaned up, breathless, I said "You've never hooked up with someone in such a short time frame have you..." and she shook her head. It felt good to have given her her first rapid escalation experience. I had the right combination of sexual charisma and non-judgmental attitudes to open her up to it and make it happen.
"We would have fucked if I didn't have a condom, wouldn't we..." I said. She nodded silently, innocently, the saucy encounter we had just shared juxtaposed with how naive she looked.
After that I just wanted to dance, which I did for the next hour or so until the club closed, while she waited. Then I was still so pumped to be dancing I was listening to music on my iPhone and dancing in the carpark. Apparently everyone thought I was on my phone talking to someone but I was just having my own dance party. Social freedom is fun!
She chilled with my friends while we waited as people trickled out of the club, and my friend left to walk her friend home (after I subtly handed him a condom while pretending to show him something on my phone.)
Me and the girl spent the next hour walking around discussing where we were gonna fuck and how we would get a condom after I had accidentally given my last one away.
We ended up sitting on a ledge in a brightly lit area, with my arm around her back. "Sit up for a second" I told her, and slid my hand under her before she sat down again. She protested because we were in an open, brightly lit area, but I told we would just look like a normal couple. She relaxed and sat back down on my hand, moaning softly as my fingers found there way up her skirt to her pussy. She let out a gasp of pleasure when they finally slipped inside, and started rocking back and forth, taking short, sharp orgasmic breaths.
First we discussed going to my place to fuck in the shower, but then I told her slowly "I am so… fucking... horny. But if we go back to my place it's a long walk there, then back to yours, then I have to walk home AGAIN. Let's just find a condom and a dark place..."
She nodded silently and we got up. After a 20 minute adventure finding a condom, we ended up in a carpark. "Bend over" I instructed her. Always the gentleman, I placed my jumper on the ground for her to kneel on, and took my position behind her. Running my hand up her legs and under her skirt felt amazing in the early morning air, her skin was slightly cool to the touch, but very smooth. Condom on, I grabbed her juicy ass, and began to pound her, hard and fast.
She was whimpering and moaning with pleasure, rocking back and forth on my hard dick. Since I had already come earlier during the bathroom handjob, I had to pound her really hard and fast to bring myself to the edge. I love that stage of sex the second time around because my cock is really hard, but since I’ve already released I'm not anywhere close to coming, so I can just enjoying the powerfully feeling of relentless pounding. This in turn made her more wet, adding a whole new level of sensitivity to my dick. It was hard like a rock and it meant I could really feel the warm walls of her pussy pressing against it.
I could tell she wasn't going to come so instead of trying to force her into orgasm I just focused on creating an intense, passionate, erotic experience for us both. My orgasm was building for ages, and I was slamming her smooth ass aggressively as felt myself unload. Normally my orgasms are just a wave of intensity, but this time I could actually feel the huge load of jizz rushing through my dick, flooding her pussy (restrained by the condom of course). It was like because I was so hard, I felt the sensation of the steam of cum running down my tubes and exploding.
"It felt really good...but it was almost too intense, like I couldn't take it..." she said.
"That's because your energy is blocked by your fears and your orgasm is causing you pain as it's trying to escape." I told her, and as we walked back to her hotel I went on to explore this topic deeper.
I ended up spending an hour with her in the hotel lobby doing the Ying Yang Quantum Collapse/Parts Integration sequence, an inner game exploration drill to balance your strengths and values against your fears. The first thing she said was 'the receptionist dude is judging us!' which I pointed out was a paranoid over-exaggeration. 'It's 4am. He's been working a long shift. How many random couples do you think he's seen walk in her tonight...at least 20. Do you REALLY think he has the energy to give a fuck about us and our story? For all he knows we're boyfriend and girlfriend...'
We talked about her guilt and fear about sex and being judged, and I gave her some new powerful mindsets about sexuality. She said "Wow this is great advice, you've helped me heaps! I have so much to think about in terms of my sexuality now…" and I said "Yep. That'll be $85. Just kidding… But seriously...give me the money".
She laughed, we said goodbye, and I walked home. On the way a guy who was sitting with a cute girl at the bus stop came up and discretely asked for a condom. I was happy to help him out, passing on the torch for late night sex on the streets of Byron Bay.
One analogy I've been using in my coaching lately is the mindset that I'm carrying a big rainbow brush with me wherever I go, and I'm painting whatever situation I'm in with sparkles and rainbows and good vibes. People who meet me feel this energy and I inspire everyone I encounter to be more positive and free, in their interactions, their sexuality, and themselves.
It's like I'm a walking beacon for personal change. It's my job, but it's also my passion. It felt really great to have helped this chick get some clarity on her sexuality and help her define who she wants to be as opposed to who she thinks she's supposed to pretend to be or who society tells her to be.
It's also interesting to note how much of this was her doing and how much she was leading it as I was.
Even though she might seem very naive, she was the one who suggested the bathrooms, and she also requested no smiling in the toilet: she wanted the fantasy of a dark, brooding, mysterious man.
She also could have left at any point but followed me after the club closed and came on the epic condom finding mission.
I love this because it's us seducing each other, such a mutual meta-spiritual sexual experience.
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