| This report is a good example of how social freedom affects every level of seduction. The fact that I was able to just be my weird self allowed for all kinds of unique and interesting scenarios to occur, like playing sock puppet rapists and dildoing her in a park at 3am with a bubble blowing holster.
My heart raced when I first saw her across the room at the party. Time slowed down as I turned to my friend and whispered breathlessly "Woah...that girl is too hot!" I couldn't physically handle the effect she as having on me. My eyes darted from her soft brown hair, her painfully pretty face, her nice brown legs to...uh-oh. She had big tits too! It was like a combination of everything I was attracted to rolled into one girl. It felt too good to be true, and yet there she was, standing meters away from me.
I was talking to another two girls who looked at her across the room and jealously said "She's got THREE boys talking to her!" She was the hot chick at the party. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, my throat was dry, and my breathing shallow as I swallowed nervously *gulp* and steeled myself for our inevitable meeting. "Pull yourself together, Liam. She's just a girl. You're a professional seducer. You've got this."
I tried to talk to her many times throughout the night, but after one or two pleasant sentences she would walk off. What was I doing wrong?! She seemed to be smiling and flirting... I was baffled. It was frustrating.
All kinds of whacky plans started formulating in my head. “I’ll just have to burst into the group all guns blazing and say ‘I know this is weird but I’ve been admiring you from a distance all night, I have to ask for your number’”. But I knew that wouldn’t work and would only serve to satisfy my ego as a guy who pulls the trigger. I would have to be more patient. I left the party deflated, frustrated, but steeled in my resolve that I would do my best to spend a night of passion with this woman.
The next day my housemate came into my room and asked why I had 20 Facebook tabs open with concern. “Uhhh…I'm trying to find that girl from the party…and yes…I went to past events, then onto the event invitations list, and then opened the Facebook’s of all the girls who might have been her…”
Eventually I found her and tentatively clicked ‘Add as friend’ knowing full well that this act of stalkership might not go down super smoothly. I got a rush when she accepted, and sent her a message saying ‘sup amelie’ in reference to her having a similar hairstyle to the famous cult French movie icon Amelie.
To my surprise, she wrote back positively excited, with lots of exclamations marks. I took this as a good sign and we continued to exchange messages every few days over the next two weeks. Eventually I said ‘I was about to rant to you about travel but it’s so much easier in person. With the aid of sock puppets.’
She agreed that this was a great idea and we arranged to meet on Brunswick St. She gave me her number, and when I put it in my phone her number was already saved. “That’s odd…” I thought. “Maybe Facebook automatically synced with it somehow? Maybe she stole my phone and put her number in there secretly at the party?!” I was confused, but then forgot about it.
When I was on the way to the date, she texted me saying ‘by the way, I'm serious about the sock puppets…’ I was impressed.
I arrived and she pulled out a brand new pair of socks and a permanent marker, and we drew faces on the socks. “My one is called Sir Spankalot. He’s a creepy rapist” she told me. This was a theme that lasted for the entire date: we pretty much didn’t talk about anything else but rape for the next 3 hours, and it was all initiated by her. First it was making the sock puppets rape and beat each other. Then we went to 7-11 and I bought some mints, and once I had paid for them we pretended that the sock puppets were a traveling criminal couple and that they were robbing the store for mints. ‘Give me the money too!’ the sock puppet demanded, as the clerk handed me my change.
Dusk began to fall and we stalked the laneways around Brunswick street, looking for victims for our sock puppets to creep out. Everyone we crept up on laughed and thought it was hilarious. Then we found some branches and held them over our faces while sticking the sock puppets through them, and we’d slowly advance up to people and I’d loudly whisper “I don’t think they know it’s us! Our disguises our working!” and then in the sock puppet voice “Hello…how are you today Madame?” This went down well too as people would say “Wow guys, great disguises…” and laugh with us.
I loved that she was so spontaneous and fun, free to just follow the inspiration of the moment without over thinking it.
I took her back to the Natural Mansion so that James could show her Tai Chi. Later she said “I could tell he was like you…you both have that same look in your eye…it’s like an aura of sexuality… It’s hard to explain. It’s like this knowing look.”
After looking out from the balcony and her pointing out phallic chaped buildings, I ended up pulling her into the bathroom for an intense makeout session. She had to go and meet her friend so we agreed to meet up another time to dress up as creepy santas. She really seemed to enjoy themes related to creepiness, rapists, sleaze bags, pedophiles etc. I think it was the just the element of danger and sexuality that comes with those themes that she was getting off on.
A few nights later I was in my garden at midnight and looking at the moon and I was inspired to text her, telling her we were going on a late night ice cream adventure. She agreed, and I drove to pick her up, thinking “Wow this chick is so spontaneous, it’s awesome!”
When I picked her up she said “We have met before you know…two years ago at the Canberra music festival. You got my number even though I had a boyfriend and you were really creepy and I just wanted you to go away. And then when I saw you at the party I recognized you straight away and I was like “Oh no it’s that creep again!”'
“So that’s why you weren’t talking to me at the party…and that’s why I already had your number in my phone!”
“Yeah! I wasn’t going to accept your friend request. But then I asked the girl who’s party it was about you and she put in a good word for you and said to give you a shot…”
“Ha! Awesome wing girl skills from her…" I grinned.
That probably also explains the physiological effect she had on me when I first saw her. It was like my subconscious recognized her spirt but I couldn't process it and it just became this intense attraction.
We bought ice cream in the supermarket, and also bought a giant sword shaped bubble blower (that looked like a dildo) and some sparklers (which is a type of firework/candle for those who don’t know).
We took our bag of fun to a local park and climbed to the top of a huge rock formation that was the centerpiece of the garden. It must have been 1 and a half stories high and a 70 m by 30 m, shaped like an oval. It was massive, like a mini Ayres rock.
At the top we ate ice cream, danced around as the kings of the castle, using the bubble maker sword as our victory weapon to spread bubbles and mark our territory, when inspiration struck me and I said “We should make a sparkler bomb! I haven’t made one since year 8.”
We had no ligher so I sprinted back to my car and scrambled francitly through my glove box, emptying literally everything out till I found a lighter at the bottom.
We found an empty beer bottle and stuffed it full of sparklers, and set it ceremoniously on top of the mountain. I lit it and stood back. With a whistling sound and bright light accompanying it, it exploded. To my surprise instead of the glass shattering like it used to do when I was a kid, it just shot the sparkers which were still burning into the air, creating a mini fire work show for us.
“AWESOME!” I said “Lets do it again!” She giggled with delight as I lit another one.
So this time I made a Molotov cocktail out of the bottle and lit it, hurling it into the air at the last possible moment. It sailed upwards and the flame got brighter before it exploded seconds before crashing into the ground and exploding. We figured that lighting really bright bombs at night on a hilltop that was visible for miles around would probably draw attention to us so we decided to go to the skatepark nearby.
I skated, she watched. I fell hard on my side and she said ‘Is there something satisfying about falling like that? It’s great to watch.’ And I knew what she meant, probably because it makes you feel tough even though it doesn't really hurt. After a while I collapsed from the physical exertion, and she lay next to me and kissed me, first on the lips, then on the dick while I squeezed her insanely large breasts.
I took the dildo shaped bubble blower holster and shoved it in her pussy. "That's weird...but it feels really good" she said as I thrust it into her.
I suggested going back to mine to have a spa together. She ummed and ahhed about it, and then remembered that she had to play piano at a concert at 10 am the next day. We walked back to my car, trying to figure out a way around this: I could drop her home after our spa, or she could get up early and get the train home, or we could create a time machine. No solid ideas were reached.
As we drove through her suburb she told me to drive down her street. I was about to stop to let her out and she said “Awww but...” like she didn’t want to go, so I just said “Ok we’ll go to mine then” and kept driving. She said “No, no take me back!” so we drove around the block again and the same thing happened. We ended up driving around the block 3 or 4 times, repeating the same cycle of her wanting to go home then changing her mind, until I just said “Okay clearly you want to come to my place, I’ll just have to make that decision for you” and drove to my place. She sat there silently and smiled. I had to be the man and take control and responsibility for the situation, and she was grateful that I was leading it confidently and was happy to follow my lead.
Back at my place, I put some mood lighting on and we got in the spa, soaping each other’s bodies up. Her tits were massive and she proceeded to give me a very slippery lubed up titty fuck, which resulted in my blowing a load on her chest.
We retired to my bedroom where we had sex. It turned out she didn’t have work in the morning and had gotten mixed up about the days, so we hung out in bed the next day where I gave her a silent duck, fingered her g-spot while fucking her, and ended by titty fucked her again. We had another shower to wash off the lube and sweat and I drove her home.
During the car ride she was ranting about what she likes and doesn’t like in men.
“I hate man-whores. I want to punch you in the balls. I just want to hit your stupid face!” she said, semi-playfully, but with a hint of anger.
"That’s just because you hate that fact that I know you like sex, which means you don’t have all the power…"
“Yeah…true. Hahah. I also hate guys who pretend to be nice guys or boyfriend material but turn out to just be man whores. That’s the worst actually. At least you are honest about what you want. You make it really clear from the start. It’s the look in your eyes…it was the same look that James had.”
I found it so fascinating that she was so openly and consciously repulsed by me but clearly attracted to me at the same time. It seems like it’s just the female equivalent of men who hate women because they’re frustrated with them. Guys who will see a girl in a short skirt and dismiss her as a ‘worthless slut’, purely because he’s frustrated that he can’t have her. They see ‘slutty women’ as a representation of their lack of control and project that anger outwards onto women.
From our conversation I explained the way I live my sexual life and the non-exclusive philosophies that drive it and she made it clear that our realities wouldn’t gel. She’s not into the whole open relationship idea and I could tell that if we keep seeing each other it will just lead to more drama, so we decided that it’s best if we’re just friends. I thought it was so cool how she was so clear and honest about that early, it makes everything so much smoother when you’re both up front about what you want.
The whole experience was cool for me, from being blown away by her aura at the party, to stalking her on Facebook successfully, to finding out I had already picked her up before. The dates were both so unique, spontaneous and fun adventures, and it was so cool how she went along with them. It's a classic example of just living your own reality and seeking out the people who will fall into that. Not every girl I hang out with is going to be cool with doing weird stuff like making sock puppets in public, but it's worth just acting how you want to act so you find the ones that are on the same page as you. The very fact that I set up the precedent of us just being silly and fun together also allowed her to come out of her shell, be herself and show her true personality.
It's easy to fall into the conventional pattern of going on 'nice' dates and playing it safe, but having the balls to inject a bit of risk and excitement into your dates can open your world up to all kinds of new adventures and experiences. Imagine if I had just suggested meeting for coffee and talked about bland stuff like her job or what school she went to? We both would have missed out on all the unique and funny experiences we had.
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