6/15. What a day. What just happened was so intense and exciting I have to
write it up NOW--mere minutes after it just happened.
I spent today sightseeing and hiking and spending time outdoors and taking
pictures (see earlier blog post). Stuff that brings me pleasure that is not
related to women or seduction. Of course, that doesn’t mean that my mind has
not been somewhat occupied with women and seduction as I enjoyed these other
activities. But I certainly have not spent any time today “picking up” or even
socializing. I just did what I felt like doing.
Yet I just had sex. I can barely believe it. It seems like it “just
happened.” I didn’t spend a whole day or even a night “in field.” (Well, I was
actually in an actual FIELD for awhile.) This was practically the only person
I talked to all day. Amazing. This was a true Lifestyle Lay. (Read earlier
posts for more on the topic of the lifestyle I am cultivating.)
So I roll into Harrisonburg, VA after spending the day in Shenandoah National
Park. I was thinking about what a great day I had and how it sucked that I
couldn’t stay longer (and in fact couldn’t even tour the rest of the park)
because I have to hit the Interstate.
It is 10PM exactly. I’m surprised that Harrisonburg is a sizeable city. I
mean, they have a mall and (as I later found out) not one, but two, Super
Wal-Marts. I see a large chain bookstore that closes at 11PM and decide that I
will sit in the café for one hour and charge my batteries and sort the pictures
from the day. I’m eager to see what shots turned out best.
I’m sitting there all sweaty (and smelly no doubt) in shorts and a t-shirt and
hiking boots. Messy hair, as I had been wearing a hat all day. I sit there
and transfer the pictures from the memory cards to the laptop.
Then SHE walks in. She breezes past me long enough for me to see her
shoulder-length light-red hair and really nice breasts. No eye contact.
Didn’t even get a good look at her face. She’s at the café counter ordering a
drink. I turn and see her ass in tight jeans. Me likes.
So I think: You have to talk to her. Then I think, but you’re smelly and
sweaty and dressed shabbily and BUSY and you’re leaving within the hour. Then
I think, yeah but, you could be plowing that ass tonight. Then I think,
goddamn, you think too much.
So I made a compromise with myself. I said, if she sits down in the café or
otherwise stays in the store, I absolutely have to talk to her, if she gets her
drink and walks out the door, well, it just wasn’t meant to be.
Well, she gets her drink and takes off to another part of the store. She had
no interest in lingering around the café, where I was the only person to be
seen. I wait a minute or so and go off to find her. I see her sitting with a
magazine and I decide to walk past her to the bathroom.
There I decided to approach her with a neutral opener and ask her where
something was. I also made it a point to avoid looking in the mirror. I
figured that if I confirmed that I was dressed poorly or looked sweaty and
worn, I would rationalize not approaching. But I made a pact with myself.
It’s on.
I walk from her left in front of her where she is sitting and past her and
pivot toward her and stop and say: “Hey…do you know if there is a Wal-Mart
around here?”
She starts giving me directions by naming streets and I shake my head with a
confused look and I say, “I don’t know streets, I’ve never been in this city
before in my life.”
Well, she didn’t take the hook. Instead she gives more descriptive and
detailed directions. I repeat them and then say, “Guess there’s not much to do
around here since you’re in a bookstore on a Tuesday night.”
She says, “I love to read” and she turned her attention back to her magazine.
I say, “Cool. I have to go get back to my computer before some bookworm steals
it.”
I go to the computer and I think, damn, she was not very warm. Well, I did the
approach. Done. I tried. I go back to sorting the pictures. The photos are
NICE. Soon I think, wouldn’t it be cool if someone were over here looking at
them with me? That girl probably would like them, couldn’t hurt to ask here
over.
Then I decided, you know what, I’m just going to pick up the computer and go to
her! And that’s what I did. I put the computer in my bag without turning it
off and walk up to where she’s sitting.
GS: Deer or waterfalls?
HB: What?
GS: Deer…or…waterfalls?
HB: Uh, waterfalls, I guess.
GS: Cool. I’m going to show you something amazing; these are the pictures I
took today.
So I sit down, whip out the computer and start showing her the pictures. The
waterfall pictures are before the deer, but of course I show her both. I tell
a very brief version of the story that I typed up for the pervious post. She’s
not giving me her full attention – still flipping through the magazine. Some
of the deer pictures are really wonderful. Like cute fawn frolicking in a
field of flowers. Another one of a doe liking the fawn’s ass.
I look at a few pictures, then engage her again, “look at this one.” She tells
me that the place is a really common place to see deer. I tell her that I had
fun and I tell her that I’VE never seen anything like this number of deer in
Georgia. She asks what part of GA and relates a story of when she was in
Atlanta and tells me that she used to go to school in Greenville, South
Carolina. Now she is back home and has transferred to JMU (she’s 20).
GS: J…M…U…
HB: James Madison University
GS: You spoiled it! I was going to guess. I knew it had to be one of the
eight Virginian presidents.
HB: Yeah, it’s a nice school. You should check it out.
GS: Like right now? Is there anything I’d be interested in… like a bell tower
or a cool sculpture? I love to check out landmarks and public art.
HB: Uh…well, there is a statue of James Madison.
GS: Cool. We should go steal it and hold it for ransom. We’ll tie rope around
it to pull it over with your car. Then stash it in the forest. When the
authorities catch up with us, we’ll demand that they give you straight A’s. By
that time, I’ll be long gone!
HB: Okay, because that’s the only way I’d get straight A’s!
As you can see, I was trying to structure a reason for her to spend time with
me and show me something. Insta-date. Plus I was future projecting a silly
adventure of us doing stuff together.
We talk a little more about Greenville and this city and how grocery stores are
different in the south. I tell her a few quick stories and tell her that I
plan to go to Natural Bridge the next day. She tells me that the drive is not
bad and it is a beautiful place. I talk about how I hate driving straight
through long distances because I’m a sucker for stopping to see the sights and
meeting interesting people. Etc, etc.
So she gets up to leave and says, “Have fun at Wal-Mart. I actually need to go
over there and get some make-up.” Hmm… I say, “Cool, I should just ride with
you. So I don’t get lost. And you can show me the James Madison statue and
the rest of your campus.”
She says “OK.” I say, “Hang on” and she waits while I shut down the computer.
It’s almost 11PM. We go outside the bookstore, and I say “hang on” again as I
put the computer in the van. Just as I walk to the passenger side and she
says, “Do you sleep in your van?” I think this is pretty bold of her to ask.
She’s keen. I say, “Yeah. Allows me to be anywhere I want. It’s extremely
convenient….and comfortable.”
We take off and she starts talking about how she has moved back home with her
parents for the summer and how she hates it because they are nosy and like to
know where she is at all times. She tells me how they got pissed when she
first started staying at her boyfriends and she says “like that’s the ONLY
place we could be having sex.” I ignore the sex thread and say that it is nice
that her parents are protective and concerned. She should appreciate that.
BTW, I don’t know her name—we have not introduced.
We do a little drive-thru tour of campus and I have her tell me things about
the city, etc. She’s telling me that it’s basically a college party town. I
ask about nightlife and talk a bit about nightlife in DC. She tells me about
the restaurant she works at. When we get to Wal-Mart, I say, “What did you say
you needed, make-up?” She says, “Yeah, I was looking at these fashion magazines
and now I feel like I need new make-up.”
Hahaha! Anyway, I ignore the plea for beauty reassurance. And I don’t make a
comment on the influence of pop culture playing on her insecurities. Instead,
I tell her about how excited I was when our town got its first Wal-Mart
Supercenter. And how they should have date-nights at Wal-Marts.
We go straight to the makeup section. I put on some lipstick. She laughs. I
say I have to get a gallon of water and I’ll come back. That doesn’t take
long. When I get back, she’s like, “you ready.” No makeup? “They don’t have
what I’m looking for.” Chicks are fun. The indicators of interest are
mounting. But it gets even better.
I buy the water and say, “Where to now?” She says, “I don’t know. I could
show you where I work.” Cool. When whe get out of the car this time, she say,
“By the way, I’m….” and I introduce myself and tell her that it is nice to meet
her. Anyway, this place is a really upscale brew pub and she tells me they
have really busy happy hours. They are closed now, but her coworkers are in
there drinking. We go in and I tell her she is “one of those people who can’t
stay away from their workplace, even on her day off.” Her rebuttal is to say
that it doesn’t count because they are closed and we will only be there a
minute. She gives me a tour and tells me about the job and I meet a couple
people. Asks if I want a drink, but I really didn’t want get stuck there. I
scan the menu and talk to a dude about how the brew thing works while she chats
this chick.
I hear her telling this girl that she almost had a threesome with her boyfriend
and his brother. But she didn’t because the brother was only fifteen. And she
didn’t like that he was hitting on her by making fun of her. But she almost
did it, “just to say she had.”
I said, “Hey you could have checked two things off your list at once. The
brother scenario and the underage fantasy. That would have really lowered your
Purity Test score.” They laugh. The other girl says that she has never had
sex with brothers but she has had sex with best friends.
Who are these sex-crazed women? And why-oh-why didn’t I play up BOTH of these
girls for a threesome?!? Damn, I let that one slip.
So my girl takes me next door to this place that is a coffee shop during the
day and a bar at night. I say that is becoming quite a trend. I dig it. It’s
the only place open on a Tuesday night. There are about 8 people in there.
Cool place with collages on every wall. She gets some mocha-thing which is her
second coffee drink since we met. I led her to a corner that has a shit load
of thrift store books and say, “You’ll like it here since you like to read.”
I pick up a book called “Thriving on Chaos.” I say this is just like me.
Someone who quits his job, severs his social ties, and hits the road in search
of life and adventure, thriving on chaos. I turn to a random page where a
chapter is titled: “Creating A Climate That Encourages Spontaneous
Initiative-Taking.” Whoa…how appropriate. I scanned the chapter and found out
it was some dense business theory, but I love the title.
I say, “Did you notice the make-out corner.” There were two couples making out
across the room. She says something about how she hates PDA. I agree and say,
“I mean, show some decorum, all the lonely people in the world don’t want to
see that.”
We talk a little about movies and music and hobbies. (I love girls that
consider sleeping a hobby.) I tell her that we have to get her some adventure.
I ask her what her life would be rated as a movie. She says R because of sex
and language. I tell her that if she had said G or PG then I couldn’t continue
to talk to her. She asks me in turn. I say R, but I offer no stories.
Somehow she starts telling me about loosing her virginity by getting fucked on
the floor while her best friend slept on the couch in the same room.
We are sitting on different chairs facing each other in a way that out legs are
positioned at 90 degrees toward each other. She puts her legs across my knees
and I act casual about it but then I look at her feet in her sandals and I say,
“Man…someone’s got some dirty feet.” She takes her feet down and looks
offended. I don’t apologize, but I say:
GS: “You don’t have esteem issues do you?”
HB: “Of course not, I have a healthy self-image. I love myself.”
GS: “Good… because I think you’re cute. And I want you to be comfortable with
me liking you. That’s really why I came to talk to you at the bookstore.”
HB: “I figured as much.” (She smiles.)
GS: “Now, if we could just clean your feet, we might have something here.” (She
laughs.)
So, I saw signs of a somewhat low or average self-esteem and I used that as an
opportunity to give her the SOI that I felt she needed. Since I had approached
her in an implicitly direct way and so far I’d been pretty tentative and
cautious in showing interest, she seemed the type to need a little reassurance.
I really like her ‘figured as much’ response.
She says come sit here and pats her chair. I say, “Do I get a back rub?” She
asks, “Do I get one in return?” I say, “Sure. But I give intense massages, not
weak back rubs.” I move in and she massages my shoulders and I say harder and
she gets into it and I moan and sway just a bit. She says, “My turn” and I say
not yet and I have her do me a little more.
We swap seats and I give her a pretty intense little massage. I tell her that
she is so tense and she needs to get her BF to give her massages more often. I
mention a couple threads like “massage is hypnosis for the body.” Intense. I
also massage her scalp and I’m leaning in and breathing intensely on her neck.
Smelling her hair and brushing my cheeks and nose against her. She turns her
head and her body around and we kiss. Proceed to make-out and I pull back. I
say, “You are driving me wild, but I am trying to be…good.” She pulls me in
and we make out again. I remind her that I have a long drive and I should get
going.
Now she is in full chase mode and she asks if she could come with me. I tell
her that she would have to follow me in her car because I was not going to come
back up that way. She thinks about it and says okay and that “maybe we could
get a room at the lodge down there.” Maybe. We talk about what time we would
have to get up to leave and I tell her that she should get home and get some
sleep and not worry her parents.
So we drive back to the bookstore. I hop out of her car without saying
goodbye, but without telling her that I’m going to show her anything either. I
go to the passenger’s side of my van and get some water. She walks around and:
HB: “I want to see the inside of the van.”
GS: “I don’t know--I wasn’t exactly expecting to give a tour today.”
HB: “Come on, I have to see where you sleep.”
So I open the side door and she just hops in! It is only possible to do this
at this point because my bike was stolen in DC. Normally the bike would block
the side and you’d have to enter the van from the front or the rear. So she
just lays back on the pillows and the heap of clothes other stuff that we could
have moved.
GS: “Well shit, you sure look comfortable.”
HB: “Mmmm…I want you so bad.”
GS: “That’s…nice…to know…but you’re going to have to beg for it.”
It was all pretty obscene from there. She’s giving me pretty good head and she
says, “How do you want this to end.” I thought I was being remarkably clever
when I said, “Baby, are you kidding? I *don’t* want this to end.” Then I
started playing with her pussy to let her know that I would indeed be fucking
her then and there. Love life.
GoneSavage
as seen on Fast Seduction
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