Archive for June, 2011
Written 25 March 2011
As soon as I got to the Ivy I knew it was my kind place.
Instead of a male or female logo on the toilets, they all had both the male AND female logos on them, in a variety of sexual positions. One had the female one giving a blowjob, one had the couple in a doggystyle position, and so on.
It was a really classy place, the top level had a pool in the middle which some of the sexy young ladies chose to swim in.
Me and James got chatting to a group of ladies. I was exchanging sexually charged small talk with a petite one in a tight white dress. She said “I’m a pretty docile person” and I said “but sometimes you like it rough” while giving her deadly intent eyes. We held eye contact for a veryyyyy long 3 seconds, the moment seemed to last for an eternity. The sexual tension reached a peak and she let it break as she breathed a sigh. “how did you know?! You know me already…” She gasped. I just smiled, thinking “how did I know what? That you enjoy passion and intensity during sex? You and the 99.99% of women.”
James ended up having a protracted whacky convo with her, she had a rule that she doesn’t give out her number when shes drinking, but she wrote his on her arm in mascara.
The next day he gets this text from “Dr Akeem Bernstien”. We spent the day trying to figure out who it was till we deduced she was the only culprit. What a whacky chick.
As we turned away from the bar, I locked eyes with a fair skinned, dark haired burlesque looking Madame, her bright red lipstick glistening like a film noir femme fatale.
I glanced away, and we looked back at each other again. There was an awkward moment as her group was moving, I was moving and it wasn’t clear what was happening, so I just motioned to her to come over and said “Hi”.
The next morning I told her “during those first few moments, I knew we would have sex. In a way, we already had energetically, it was just a matter of details from that point onward.”
We introduced ourselves and shook hands, and were standing 10cms apart so our bodies were almost touching. She kept holding my hand long after the handshake (didn’t let go for at least 10 mins). Good sign.
We had a pleasant conversation, I can’t remember much of what was said, but that wasn’t really important. Out voices were both dripping with seduction, drawing out our words, holding intense sexual eye contact, and leaving long energetically charged pauses.
At one point, maybe after 2 or 3 minutes of this sexual conversation dance, she asked if I was having a good night. I told her that the toilets in this place were so cool, and that they were designed for sexy liaisons, and asked her if shed like to come check them out with me. She politely declined, but kept holding my hand and the sexy conversation continued.
I was telling her about my habit of meditating in clubs. She told me I was crazy, but I told her that when I accept and transcend the intensity of the environment and all the associated internal dialogue, I actually go to the deepest point of immersion and inner peace/tranquility.
I let go of things like
- do I look cool
- do I fit in/belong here
- how’s my hair?
- am I looking like a chump standing here
-will that girl reject me? She’s way too hot
-it feels like everyone else here knows each other…
And I’m also released from other bad habits such as checking my phone every 37 seconds, looking around franticly, talking to fast, excessive smiling, flitting around etc.
She got on board the meditation train and we began to do belly breathing together. We were still holding hands, staring into each others eyes, standing with our stomachs almost touching.
At one point she closed her eyes; I was so impressed, it showed how immersed she was in the moment. She wasn’t worried that people were watching. She wasn’t paranoid that people would look at us standing in the middle of a high class bar, embracing each other in some faux-eastern breathing trance with our eyes closed. she was just relaxed and vibing on the energy. ( as I wrote that my phone tried to autocorrect that to Viking. Awesome).
After another few minutes I said “want to go for a walk? ”
“dunno, just around…”
She agreed. I spun her around so I was behind her, and wrapped my arms around her. We slowlyyyyyyy walked through the crowd, still in a trance. A group of glam girls watched us with envy and one of them said “omg you guys are sooooo cute!”
I told her to resist the urge to hurry through the crowd and we walked in unison (the only option really when you’re standing up spooning).
We walked down the stairs titanic style and walked towards the toilets.
This is where it got tricky. You would think, given the fact that the toilet signs not-so-subtly implied they were to be used for sex, that this environment would make a toilet pull a breeze. Wrong. Dead wrong.
The fact that the toilets were unisex meant that there was a horde of men and women all hanging out on the circular couch, the girls waiting either for friends or the toilets to be free, and the guys swarming around all the girls.
I had been anticipating marching right up to a free toilet and taking her in, but given the informal line, it wasn’t that simple.
I leaned against the wall and pulled her in close, holding her around the waist and lightly tracing my fingers up her legs (damn her skin was soft!!)
As I’d lean in to talk my stubble would brush her cheek and ear. Everything I was saying and doing was slow, subtle, seductive and sexy.
I was telling her how cool it was when she had closed her eyes upstairs, and about how I used to have a problem doing that during the Masterclass meditation exercises coz I worried I was the only one closing my eyes and that everyone else was looking at me.
I kept avoiding extended eye contact coz I didn’t want her to initiate some makeout session, so I just kept whispering in her ear and holding her close (sometimes with 40 seconds of silence between talking) This went on for a good 5 minutes. We were still breathing together, she said “I’m so relaxed right now”.
I realized that the line for the toilets was endless and that the tension would die if we joined it, I knew id have to just push in. That made me a bit nervous.
I saw an opening and quickly led her in. Some asshole yelled “hey! There’s a line!”. ( there was maybe 2-5 people waiting, and about 10 toilets…not a real long line).
I locked the door, pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, she said “what are we doing?!”
I ran my hand up her skirt and started fingering her, she closed her eyes and was panting.
Some jerk (presumably the same guy) banged on the door, yelling to hurry up and that people were waiting, as IF there was some huge shortage of toilets. I take it as a projection of his jealousy.
This snapped her out of it a bit and she said “omg I can’t believe we’re doing this, you’re so bad…look what you’ve made me do! How did this happen?”
I figured (correctly as I later confirmed) that this was just part of the fantasy for her, being seduced and it being the guys fault/responsibility. The fact that she later took me home and drove me to work the next day is more than enough evidence to me that she was just playing up the “it just happened, it’s his fault!” theme for her own excitement.
She kept this frame all the way through to sex which was a bit of a turn off for me. That, combined with the guys yelling and banging on the door psyched me out a fair bit. Once I got the condom on, I could feel myself going soft straight away. I tried to shove it in, no luck. Too floppy
I pulled my dick out and put it in her hand “I need a little inspiration”. She gave me a dry HJ, I spat on her hand, and it helped a bit, but I got the most turned on when I started fingering her again and I could feel how wet she was and hear her moan. I turned her around, bent her over and shoved my face into the soft skin of her pussy from behind and ate her out for a bit.
Condom number two went on, I started going soft again and could bearly shove it in. I managed to get it in and pump her for a while but it wasn’t fully erect and wasn’t much fun.
It was hot visually though, looking at her seductive face in the mirror while fucking her from behind. She had an hourglass figure, and that sexy burlesque look of pure milk-pale skin under a dark skirt. Her pale round booty bursting out from her little skirt, with a tattoo on her ass cheek topped it off for me.
I wasn’t even properly hard but I felt myself ejaculate. I had the rare experience of faking my pleasure, as I knew that it would make the overall experience better for her if I seemed to fuck her hand from behind and blow a huge load. Much sexier than going “oh… Well, i guess that’s it then. I’ve ejaculated. Better dispose of this condom. Sorry for blowing so quick” or something lame and mood-killing like that.
We walked out and some hot shot male model in a classy suit said “well done” in a French accent.
We walked back to the bar and she bought me a drink. We were holding each other like a couple at this point. She kept shivering and saying “I can’t be around you! You make me too horny…”
Every time we’d start touching each other, I’d get a boner again, but it fucking HURT! I think my dick was raw/confused by the weirdness of having ejaculated while still half soft.
She said “where are you staying tonight?” and I said “your place I guess…” her eyes lit up and she said ok.
We caught a cab which she paid for. After the first round of pounding back at her place she was still saying things like “how did this happen? I don’t normally do this” and “you’re bad, what did you make me do…”
The old me a few years ago would have taken all her comments “blaming” me for it on face value and made me feel like I tricked her. But now I see the bigger picture of how much she was driving it. she bought me a drink, asked me to come home with her (which I did, she paid for the cab) begged me to fuck her all night (which I did for a while but eventually had to sleep), and drove me to work the next day.
She seemed to just get turned on by the idea that I was a bad boy seducer who swept her off her feet in the heat of a passionate moment, against her better judgement.
I’m glad I was able to discern her token fantasy resistance from real resistance.
during the night we ran out of condoms. i always carry 6 condoms in my pocket with me no matter what im doing, even if i just walking to the shops. you never know. i used two in the toilet, then 2 more broke at her place and we used another two.
so even 6 condoms is still not enough hahaha.
Oh also in the morning I gave her the silent duck (4 fingers) while fingering her ass, in a 69 while she sucked me off. I blew all over her tits.
She looked like a 21 yr old hipster, but to my surprise she was 30!
Good start to my Sydney weekend.
Originaly posted on Melbournelair.com on 16 Mar 2010.
Ohhh fuck. What a day. From meeting on the street, to sex in Casino toilets 20 minutes later, in the daytime. Where do I start…
Yesterday I did my talk on social freedom. The next day, I was inspired by my own talk to walk the walk; to go do something crazy. So me and my friend went to the city with the idea to really push the limits of daytime seduction.
Before I left the house I felt awesome. I told myself ‘today, I am going to go to the city and either get a daytime kiss or fuck a girl’. I strutted to the station.
We talked to a bunch of girls, some of them were responsive and gave me their number.
One that’s worth mentioning for the fact that I overcame a barrier in my head:
I saw this glammed up TV presenter, with a camera crew of 2 guys. My gut reaction was excuses like ‘oh I can’t approach her she’s with guys’ and ‘oh they might be her boyfriend/brother/dad’.
Then my friend goes ‘yep, it’s too late now, she’s 20 meters away’ sarcastically.
Then I thought ‘No, it’s NOT too late! I gave a talk about social freedom less than 24 hours ago!!! There’s nothing stopping me talking to her but my own fear!’
So I went up to her and said ‘Hey, what are you filming?’ She responded well and we had a friendly chat for 20 seconds, I asked for her number. She was married but flattered. I felt great, giving her a confidence boost, and on top of that the pro-social freedom voice in my head said ‘this just proves your ultimate limitation is your fear! You can do this’
Anyway, onto the sexy adventure.
My friend was walking and chatting up a girl. I thought ‘WOW she’s hot!’.
He ejected from the conversation after about 10 seconds. I asked why he left and he said ‘oh…she didn’t seem interested’
So I said ‘cool, my turn.’
I approached her and said ‘Hey, its validation day. I just saw a guy try to pick you up, so I’m gonna come do the same. I’m Liam’.
She responded warmly to this, laughed, and introduced herself; she’s an American tourist. I had a flirty banter with her right off the bat, we make a club for people who’s names start with L as her name also started with L. I mention something about how us meeting was like a movie moment and try to kiss her.
She lets me plant a kiss on both cheeks but isn’t down for lips…yet. She drops her glasses and I make another movie moment out of being a chivalrous man and picking them up. She was enjoying the role play, and also the fact that I wasn’t phased by her rejecting my advances initially.
This is from an email I sent her asking her about it a few days later.
‘ I was a little nervous when you first tried to kiss me cause I knew it could possibly lead to sex and I wasn’t comfortable enough yet to let that option in. But once I decided I was down I really wanted it cause I thought it would be good. It wasn’t one thing in particular that made me think that it was just something about the way you carried yourself… not sure if that makes sense haha.’
We name our club called LL cool J, but then change it to LL cool X because we’re Xtreme. I start asking her about the most extreme thing she’s done and I tell her how a 31 year old lesbian architect sucked me off in a laneway and how she wanted to design vagina shaped buildings (see my ‘Laneway Blowjob report),. We keep talking about dicks and sex and then nails, I tell her to scratch my arm, I scratch hers sensually, then take her arm and lick/suck the fleshy part inside her elbow.
By this point we’ve turned the corner and we’re walking through China town.
I suggest we walk to the river/Southbank area and she agrees. I do more flirting, hand holding when we go up/down stairs. This is a compliance thing that I get her to eventually do on every staircase we come to; it builds our physical connection.
We get to the river, and as we walk under the bridge she says ‘it’s nice here’ and I grab her hands and pull her in close like a waltz position, and say ‘now we just need a….’ and she says ‘French street musician?’ and I say ‘yeah… how romantic’, pull her in, and kiss her. She kisses back passionately.
I slam her against the wall and we kiss for 5 seconds then both stop. We keep strolling to crown. In the back of my head I’m thinking I should take her to crown toilets.
So I say we’re going to check out the casino and fill up her water bottle. On the walk there, I get her number. During the conversation I also ask her where she’s staying and she says ‘we could go back to my place but my roommates are home…’
We finally get to the toilets and I say ‘cool, lets both go in an fill it up’ and she says ‘are you sure…?’
And I go ‘I’m sure…’ and take her in.
This is another perfect example of me taking responsibility. She can’t say admit that she want’s to come inside because it puts the responsibility on her. If she allows me to take the lead it absolves her of any guilt or judgment or feeling like a slut.
As soon as we get in I lock the door and slam her against the wall. We kiss for a few seconds and I start biting her neck and grabbing her tits. I go straight for her skirt and she’s not wearing any panties! I start fingering her straight away, she’s moaning, I chuck a condom on (thank fuck for remembering these!), she sits up on the sink, spreads her legs, and start fucking her. I’m a bit worried the sink will break but it holds up okay. The toilets are really nice and classy in crown.
Then we hear a whole bunch of commotion outside the door, people speaking in a foreign language, the door rattles a few times.
I keep fucking her, but we both get freaked out and get dressed again. She bends down on all fours to look under the door, and I go down behind her and start fingering her from behind again, really quiet so as not to disturb the people outside. She told me later that she found this really sexy because it was like our little secret.
We’re still unsure if it’s just random people or security. I fuck her doggystyle like this for a while (she stops me at one point to make sure I still have a condom on…good girl!), but it the door keeps shaking and there’s all these voices outside.
We get dressed and leave unsatisfied, and as we open the door, it turns out that first it was a mum with a kid wanting to use the baby change room, and then her other kid was just playing around and hitting the door!
So at least she got to use the bathroom for a ‘real’ emergency.
We decide to go find another toilet. We get there and its taken, we wait a bit then go in.
I kiss her, it gets heated again quickly, and she’s moaning so loud. I keep putting my finger to her lips to tell her to be quiet like in the movies.
I bend her over the sink this time, so I’m watching both of us in the mirror, her bent over and shaking with pleasure, and me pounding her from behind.
I was surprised how masculine I looked, the combination of my dirty facial hair, necklace, and the 5kg of muscle I’ve put on (bringing me to a whopping 70kg) came together to present a really surprisingly pleasing image.
I hit her really hard from the back for ages, my tantra training paid off big time; I knew when I was getting close to pull out and tense my PC muscle for a bit. Her skin was so nice and tanned, and her tits were actually better out of her bra, really firm and smooth. Watching them shake from the pounding was SO hot.
I turn her around so I could stimulate her clit more with each thrust. When I start hitting it from the front she starts going all silly and I can tell she’s gonna come soon.
I try out what my tantra teacher Shae said when they get close: tell them that they’re not allowed to cum yet. That made her go over the edge.
I am so fucking grateful for all the tantric work I’ve been doing for the past year and half, I could have easily blown my load at this crucial moment, the sight of her about to cum sends me nearly over the edge.
I rode it out, and pounded her till she came really hard. I went a bit soft at this point because I had a mini-orgasm without ejaculating, so I pull it off and told her to get on her knees.
She took a moment because she was in an orgasmic haze, but then gladly held my dick and licked and sucked it really slow. I got hard as a rock again and chucked another condom on.
I put her lying on the floor, it was as nice, clean, smooth and classy as bathroom floors get.
I pounded her in missionary and she gasped that she was gonna cum again. I felt her shaking and it sent me over the edge this time. I came so hard and so deep in her, I was wrecked. I just collapsed on her.
We were both covered in sweat and shaking, holding each other while we caught our breath. It took us ages to get dressed.
As we walked back to fed square I told her: ‘I planned this. I came to the city today with the intention to fuck a girl in the day. I didn’t know it would be you’
this is from the same email from her:
Also something I noticed which is kinda indirectly related was that you became way more open after sex. I liked that a lot!”
I was just in a post orgasm haze and I wasn’t filtering anything I was saying.
She just said ‘Wow, that’s kind of cool. I like that’
Then I said, ‘and you know what else? The guy who approached you before me was my friend!’
So we met up with my friend who opened her initially and the first thing he said was ‘so we gonna have a threesome?’ and we all laughed. Great tension breaker, what a champ.
On the way home I approached this stunning girl in a purple dress, got a cold shoulder, she was an ice queen.
Whenever I get a reaction like that, I think ‘well it’s the immunity to rejection that I get from interactions like that which lead me to fucking girls in the toilets of crown after 20 minutes. Woo!’
It all game down to setting a clear goal like ‘Today, I am going to go to the city and either kiss or fuck a girl’.
This happened in late 2008.
So I was sitting on a milk crate in a dirty alley, with my cock in a 31 year old woman’s mouth, thinking ‘how did I get here!’
Back up an hour or so. I get to the city at 11.30pm. Me and my friend are walking along and I’m being social with everyone on the street, chatting to people, complimenting girls if they have cool outfits etc.
I see this older looking lady with a kind of dark gothic look going on, walking with a bike, and ask her why she’s not on it. She giggled, asked me who was asking, and we started flirting.
The vibe was SEXXX from the start, we didn’t really say anything logical to each other. I rode next to her on the bike for a bit, and our touching was so overt, hand holding, squeezing and these little dominance games where she’d twist my arm. I’d misinterpret everything as sex: She said ‘oh fuck me, I’m late for the party’ and I said ‘You want to fuck me? Sorry get me a drink first’ with a flirty tone.
We didn’t really talk about anything serious; all our words were just a context for us to pump the sexual tension. We had a very antagonistic playful frame happening. It was like we were in our own little world and we both knew what was going on, so what we said didn’t matter. We were walking along, lots of hugging and play fighting and pushing each other, stopping every now and then to slam her into a wall and dry hump her.
She told me she was a lesbian, which I thought was a lie, and I just said ‘good for you’ and didn’t let it change anything. It turns out she actually was one, but just missed dicks.
I recently watched Robbie Williams doing this crazy eye contact thing and nearly seducing an interviewer, and this is pretty much what I was doing: Looking RIGHT into her eye, no matter what, for periods of 30 or 40 seconds. She was staring right back and loving the tension we were creating. Whatever we were saying didn’t really matter, it was just the burning sex desire. The vibe was playful but challenging, as if we were playing mind games and trying to psyche each other out…or out sex each other. She’d say stuff like ‘you think you’re in control…but your not. I have the sexual power!’ while grinning and then shed twist my arm. She was pretty dominant. I just started right back and grinned like I thought whatever she was saying was cute.
She later told me that she was attracted to how bold I was being, and thought it was a very fresh perspective. She was surprised that a 19 year old kid was acting like he was more sexually experienced than her, a kinky experimental 31 year old.
The touching was getting pretty crazy, it was like we were play fighting, and I got a MASSIVE hard on, and didn’t wanna draw attention to it by tucking it, so I kept turning my back to try to hide it, and it made her play fighting more intense. BUT she saw the boner and could not stop looking at it. She kept pushing herself up on me, against the wall, and I was fighting back, but at the same time worried that it’d look like I was attacking her and cause a scene. I was just matching the same amount of aggression she was bringing to the flirting: slamming her into walls and biting her neck all on Swanston in front of people. When she saw that I was willing to step up and play on her naughty level this furthered her attraction to me. She liked the fact that I wasn’t afraid to take a risk and be a bit dangerous. But more importantly she liked the fact that I could read her body language and vibe, and tell it was appropriate for me to escalate on her. Women love it when a man can read their signals; it means they can trust him to be aware of how she’s feeling, it means she can relax and be in the moment without having to worry about him doing the wrong thing. It also shows that he has experience, and finally it’s something that many men lack. Many women have been on the receiving end of so much uncalibrated male attention that meeting a man who’s on her level is a rare and exciting experience.
I’m holding her hand and leading her, and she asks ‘where are we going?’ ‘Over here.’ I replied and we walk to a bench. I sat down, and she sits so leg legs are across my lap/boner, and starts rubbing my dick through my pants while grinning sexually. We still haven’t kissed yet. My wing says ‘Hey I’ll go grab some food…’ he knew when to leave.
so I take her down a side street further under the guise of ‘finding some stairs to show you something cool’ (I planned to kiss her on the stairs), and she just leaves her expensive sports bike and follows me! Then she pulls me into a more private lane-way. So this is 10 minutes after meeting, probably more like 5 mins.
She starts making “stairs” (a seat) from milk crates and tells me to stand on them. I sit down and she sits down on a lower one, face in line with my crotch. We’ve been holding hands playing power struggle games the whole time, she’s really aggressive, and I grab her hand and put it on my dick. I’m still doing intense eye contact/sly seductive smile combo the whole time. It’s like I knew from the start what she wanted and knew I could make it happen.
I start to open my fly and she goes ‘I want to see it’ and my dick comes out. She sits there on the milk crate just marvelling at it, holding it between both hands. After a while she starts licking and kissing it. She keeps looking at it, telling me how pretty it is, and is genuinely fascinated with it. Sometimes she would pause for 40 seconds and just stare at it from different angles, pulling the skin in different ways etc. the fact that she was a lesbian and had a girlfriend probably meant she missed dicks (she later confirmed this, she hadn’t seen one in 2 years and said ‘it’s been so long since I’ve had a dick!’). She still hadn’t kissed me at that point…the lesson is escalation doesn’t always have to linear.
She started sucking it, getting really into it and making crotch thrusting movements, and told me she wanted to fuck me up the ass with a dildo, and that she’d be able to fuck me harder than I could fuck her. I found this a little off putting but hey, when you’re getting your dick sucked 5-10 minutes after meeting someone, who’s complaining? The laneway was next to the cop station, and cops kept walking past the window and glancing over. Every time this happened, I’d look up, and she would sense my reaction and turn to check if anyone was there, but by then the cop was gone, already past the window. I’d just say ‘what? There’s no one there baby’ and she’d go back to work licking and sucking my cock. This happened 4 or 5 times, I’m sure the thrill of being caught excited her on some level.
Then in the middle of all this, another girl I’m seeing called me and I was like ‘hey I’m busy…’. Great timing. It’s an open relationship and she’s very relaxed about sex, I told her the full story later and she thought it was awesome.
The lesbian didn’t let me cum, on purpose. She said that the next time I blew it’d be better. (She was right, the next time I fucked my lady friend who had called me, it was amazing). I sat there with burning eye contact, told her to finish what she started, but I wasn’t really in a position to bargain. We walked back towards the street, and I kept pushing her into walls and dry fucking her while we kissed. At one point we kissed with our eyes closed for 30 seconds, and when I opened them a 50 yr old cop was standing right there. He was within 40cms of my face. He must have been standing there watching us the whole time. He was cool though, and just told us to take it somewhere more private.
She said ‘I don’t normally go for men…they don’t turn me on. I don’t know what you did…The eye contact and the play fighting was so exiting…maybe it was your innocence…you have a really beautiful cock. It’s so pretty, seriously its like a work of art’.
Pretty cool compliment to receive as a 19 year old.
We walk out of the lane and it turns out her bike got stolen! To my surprise, she was totally not fussed about it. She just said ‘ah well, that’s what I get for sucking off some guy I just met and forgetting to lock my bike…’ A very Zen reaction if you ask me.
I hung out with her for about 20 minutes after that, and she bought me some fries. She was really mature; it was so refreshing. We just talked about non-sex related stuff, her work and my music, and her life experience, her relationship with her girlfriend, how she’s against the penis shape of most buildings and wants to design a vagina shaped building.
I was actually enjoying talking to her. She was really cool and interesting to just hang with, and I told her to come to my next gig just as a friend, and to bring her girlfriend. she was interested and asked my bands name, but didn’t wanna give me her number. I understood, for her it was just a random sexual adventure with no strings attached.
Things I learned:
-Not apologising for your desire and having a sly sexy smile is great in the appropriate context.
-Eye contact can be so powerful!
-Once you’re already flirting with a girl, them finding out that you have a hard on can be a massive turn on: they can see the sexual effect they’re having on you, which can make them feel very sexy and seductive.
-Taking escalation windows: imagine if I had missed/ignored her subtle sexual signals and tried to have a deep conversation with this woman? You have to assess each situation as it comes and take the appropriate action. There is no one size fits all approach to seduction because every woman is different. I was able to calibrate and see this girl was in a sexual state and just wanted to be taken on a wild sexual adventure then and there.
-Seduction is not linear. You don’t always have to kiss first… she put my penis in her mouth before we kissed!