This happened at the beginning of the Natural Eurotour in August 2010, which is a travelling seduction workshop run by James from The Natural Lifestyles. Basically we take 7 guys through Eastern Europe: 8 hours of infield a day, 10 days of mayhem.
This is part 1 of a 9 part series I wrote while over there.
More info on the tour http://www.thenaturallifestyles.com/eurotour/
I was at Munich station, about to get on my train to Prague. Walking towards the train, I asked these two girls if they were sisters, engaged them for 10 seconds then got on the train. One of them was behind me in the aisle, and I had a cute, flirty exchange with her. She barely spoke English and that coupled with the sexual tension was too much for her, so she moved carriages.
So 5 minutes later when I’m thinking about moving carriages to find more hot girls, a voice in my head goes “nah but that’d be weird, if that other girl from before sees me, she’ll think I moved because of her and I”ll look like a stalker….”
Then the social freedom voice goes “uhhh dude, it’s a free country. You can sit where you want. And if she thinks you’re a creep, deal with it. You’ll never see her again. She doesn’t even live in the same hemisphere as you.”
It turned out changing carriages was a good idea, the one I was on first actually detached at the halfway point and went to a different city. Social freedom win!
I’ve had so many times like that in my life, where I nearly let irrational fears fuck shit up in a big way. Imagine if I had decided that it was safer to just sit in my seat and not risk having some random girl from Europe MAYBE think I was weird, as opposed to confirming I was on the right train. How stupid would I feel when I rocked up in some random eastern European town going ‘FUCK. I should have checked the train instead of worrying about what a random girl thought of me…’
So I ended up changing to the right carriage.
On the train, they had all these 6-seater compartments. A few have lone females in them, I mentally bookmark them to go talk later.
Eventually after a few cycles of thinking “oh it’s weird to talk to strangers on a train” vs “no it’s not you’ve picked up heaps of girls on the train before”, I walk past and see a cute dark girl by herself. She was from Chile and had a cello. I stick my head in and comment on it, we start chatting. She invites me to sit in her carriage.
I end up hanging out in her carriage for ages. We talk about music, she knows her shit. She is an ace cello player. I told her about my goal to play 4 hours a day of guitar, and she’s like ‘yeah, not bad. 6+ is ideal.’
I was impressed. First person in ages that has responded like that when I tell them about my dedication to shredding.
Even lots of really ace guitarists like to downplay how much they practiced, either because they’re got to a stage where they’ve already got the technical skill and they can focus on expression, or because it didn’t feel like hard work.
She showed me a video of her ripping it up with this piano shredder, it was moving and deep and beautiful and intense, all at the same time.
Since we had a 6-seater compartment to ourselves, we were touching each other incidentally, but because I was sitting next to her, it just felt so normal.
It feels weird to document the “escalation steps” because it was such a natural flow and so much more a product of my headspace than anything tactical. Mindsets that are subconsciously ingrain such as :
-women like to be touched,
-touching girls is normal, I’m not nervous about it,
-passive acceptance of touch by a woman is a huge green light
Gradually over the conversation, we became closer and closer. I wasn’t hesitating to touch her, I could feel the sexual chemistry there. It’s a snowball effect: at the same time as acting upon the tension, I was creating it.
I was sitting next to her, I began holding her hands, tracing my hands over her arms, and sometimes I’d brush her neck or face. Picture a couple who have already been lovers for years and are just exchanging affectionate touching. It wasn’t overtly sexual, it was very subtle. If someone had walked past the carriage they would have assumed we were boyfriend and girlfriend.
At one point I got her to stand to compare height, hugged her, then kissed her neck. I didn’t ask if I could do it, I just did it, and she responded well. If in doubt, it’s always better to escalate and deal with the rejection than to hesitate.
The whole vibe is “touch her like she’s already your lover”. There was no hesitation when I touched her, and I think she can sense that and it makes her comfortable.
So we’re playing all these games on each others bodies (comparing hand size, feeling the sensitivity on her inner arm, etc) after a while she says “it makes you laugh if I squeeze your thigh” and tried to tickle me. I calmly say “no, but it makes this happen” and brush her hand lightly over my boner.
“You’re so horny!” she gasps with faux shock. “So are you” I respond casually, while giving her intense sex eyes.
She blushes and then starts trying to tell some unrelated story, her voice going higher and higher and her leaving lots of half finished sentences. “so i was at….um..my univeresity…and there was a girl…no wait a guy…wait what am i saying? oh um…uhhh…..” I say laugh and say “you can’t concentrate when you’re horny can you…”. She shakes her head while looking at the ground.
I decide to pull the tension back a bit and tell her some lame joke story, and she stops me and goes “how are you doing this!?!! You’re so relaxed but I can feel how horny you are!” (referring to my raging, throbbing erection).
I tell her that I’m actually more relaxed when I’m horny because my mind is clear of unwanted noise and I’m just focused on enjoying the sexual energy. This is the truth, comes back to James’ state control principles.
Her hand has just been lightly resting on my leg near my crotch for the last 3 minutes, and I nudge it closer to my dick again, she says “what do you want me to do?” so I close the blinds of our compartment.
She gasps. It’s funny because if I wasn’t so confident I could easily have gotten freaked out at any of these points where she was a bit hesitant, but its my job as the man to lead it, trust that she will follow, and hold space for her to enter the moment in her own time.
She keeps rubbing my dick through my pants, and I can tell she is frustrated with it being trapped under my belt at an angle, and wants to see it fully erect in all its glory.
I push her hand down my pants and she starts going but my belts too tight. She uses this as an excuse to stop and says “we’re not doing anything on the train…” for the 10th time. Again, I see this for what it is (an objection based out of nervousness) and I just roll with it and keep going.
I just slowly unzip my pants and pull it out. She’s fascinated, I get a feeling it’s been a while for her.
She leans right over really close to get a good look, and is just grasping it really firmly with both hands and slowly moving up and down the shaft. With her thumbs she’s just swirling my pre-cum around the tip, using it as lube. It feels so good.
She says “I give really good blowjobs”.
I guide her head down but she resists, I think she didn’t mind touching it with her hands because if someone walks in it’s easier to just step back, but if her mouth is right around my dick it makes her more vulnerable.
Anyway this little double-handjob/almost blowjob thing went on for a while. then she stopped then said how good her blowjobs were again, so I just stood up, her sitting down and my standing over her, and guided it to her mouth, she didn’t take it but still put her hands around it and was pumping the shaft slowly. It felt so good, both her hands wrapped firmly around my dick, her gazing up into my eyes with a mixture of fascination, shock, and a sly sexual grin.
I could feel myself close to the edge so I started jacking it too and said “open your mouth”. She was in this weird hesitation of wanting to because she was so horny and not wanting to because of being caught (the ticket lady had already almost caught us before.) She kept stroking it with her hand, and the sexual tension of the moment made me cascade over the edge.
I blew my load in short powerful bursts, on her hair, neck, chest, jacket, my pants, and a huge pool in my hand too.
For someone who had just been drenched in cum without expecting it, she took it pretty well. She was a bit shocked, but still fascinated with the whole experience. We made a team effort to clean up, then kept chatting.
After I thought “man my touch escalation techniques and advanced calibration are so tight”, but it didn’t feel particularly noteworthy at the time, because I was actually in the moment experiencing it.
It felt weird as that thought passed through my head after, and I realized why. It’s because treating it like an elite skill puts a layer of myth around it that exaggerates its greatness…it was just natural, biological male-female affection exchange.
The part that I’m proud of is not that I was able to touch her and make her horny…humans have been doing that to each other for millennia. The part I’m proud of is that I see me being able to have this kind of experience as a product of all the hard work I’ve done over the years, removing all the roadblocks to me being in the moment. There’s a degree of learning specialized touching techniques, but the bulk of creating these kind of experiences involves learning to overcome all the fears, limiting beliefs, anxieties, bad experiences from your past that cause you to tense up and miss out on these opportunities ever happening.
So you should think of it as getting back to nature, to your inner instinctual seducer. Women want a man who is in touch with that part of himself, and many men (myself included for the first 2 decades of my life) have been taught to suppress this. Allowing this part of yourself to shine is going to bring you the greatest results.
Part of the whole “it didn’t feel like hard work” vibe is also because it WASN’T work…she was investing as much as I was.
And that is a product of it being so normal/relaxed/chill for me, and drawing into that frame.
From a ‘technical’ point of view this means keeping the same vibe before, during, and after any escalation point. This is really important: when she sees that I’m not going to be weird if she rejects me, it makes her much more comfortable to flow with it. It means that she feels safe that I can read her signals and that she can trust me to stop if she wants me to. She knows I’m in tune with her energy and able to read the social situation and respond appropriately.
She texted me the next day telling her to send me a song I showed her, and she’s gonna record a solo cello version of it.
Good start to the trip. I was happy to get it out of my system before the tour starts, because I want to have my A-game coaching mode on for the next 10 days.
Now as of March 2011 I’m still in contact with her about music, we send each other samples of what we’re working on.