After my experience at the sex club, I pressed a little harder to get the girls and experiences I want in my life. I don’t know what it was, but it felt like something was brewing in the air. I’ve honestly been going back and forth on wanting to take a break from my girl hunt, but something keeps pulling me back in. I don’t know if this reference is correct, but the inertia is real. This body in motion is going to stay in motion. Every week, more or less, has presented opportunities. How could I say no? I laid 4 different girls this week. 3 out of 4 I would consider hot.
Here’s to another ramble.
Before the sex club, I started dealing with a chick that I didn’t mention. Reason being, she’s more on the chubby side, but her face is super cute. I decided to keep seeing her, because fuck it, I think she’s cute, she’s easy going, and she lets me do whatever I want with her. One thing I’ve been finding really attractive is compliance. She doesn’t give me a bunch of chat. If I ask/tell her to do something, she does it. On this particular night, we warmed up with some light conversation, then I told her, “I want to tie you up tonight.” She replied, “Oh yea, what does that entail?” So I set the scene. I told her I’d give her some cuffs and a waist corset, kind of like this. She said she was down, and she joked about if I was going to kidnap her. “It’s always the good looking, normal ones.” I joked with her. I let her choose the rope material she wanted, and then got to work. We made small talk as I tied her, and I’d check in every now then to make sure she was good, and that nothing felt too tight. Then I walked her over to the mirror, so she could see her new gear. This is only my second time tying someone up in a private setting, so not the best, but we both agreed it looked good. I asked if she wanted to take the cuffs off or leave them on… she wanted to leave them on. The moment in which I told her to get on her knees, while she was still tied up, I felt the blood rush down below. Is it possible I like this power? I fucked her really good that night, using the rope like lines connected to a harness to contort her body. Then we cuddled and laughed, which was something that I really needed. Then we went for a round two. We cuddled for a bit more, and then she left. The next day she sent me a very enthusiastic text saying she wants to see me again. For some reason, I started getting nervous. I want to see her again, but I’m also on the fence. That really was the impetus for searching for more girls at the beginning of the week. Mainly because I don’t want her to think that we’re going to be anything more than lovers.
Next, La Amazona popped back up. I think I saw her once in the past month, and our interaction left a lot to be desired. She just seemed uninterested. So I did what I thought I have to do. I rolled off. I gave her no attention for a good while, and then out of the blue she invited me to a party. This was a themed party, so I came dressed for the occasion. Sharp like a razor. As I step in the venue, I notice the place is full of hot girls, most of them my type. I’m in heaven. La Amazona gives me a loud, warm greeting and introduces me to the room. La Amazona is the life of any room she steps into. She attracts every and anyone that’s looking for a good time. People love her energy. I love her energy. In that regard, she would be the perfect +1 to bring at a sex party. I ended up exchanging numbers with some of her friends. Some, platonic hot girls that I connected with, and would be good to know. Others, potential lovers.
There is one girl in particular that stood out to me. We stood next to each other for a while, and then she opened me. She randomly asked, “Do you save numbers?” It sounded like a strange question at first, but I knew what was happening here. I looked at her and grinned, “I do. Can I save yours?” I don’t know if this was the best response, but I try not to be over the top. How would you have replied? Share in the comments below. Back to story. And this chick is smart. She sees La Amazona is in the vicinity, so she says, “Not right now.” I find her later in the night, we chat for a bit and exchange numbers.
A while later, La Amazona declared to me that she was coming home with me that night. Many make outs later we’re back at my place in the shower. She lays me down in the bath, and hops on top of me. I have to slow her down. This woman is not on birth control, and we’re fucking without a condom a this point. We dry off, I grab a condom and we’re back at it. Her body does not respond well to the condom, so she takes it off and we keep going. Dumb, I know. In hindsight, I should at least grab the lube and see if that helps. We finally fall asleep, and we’re holding each other all night. We wake up, and fuck again. With and without the condom. Then we cuddled and talked about why she was avoiding this inevitable moment.
The same day La Amazona left my place, that evening I had a date with The Siren. I had been frustrated with The Siren for a while now. She would always text me to over explain why she couldn’t see me. So again, I rolled off. Each time. I struggled with whether or not I should tell her off about her annoying behavior, but I went into the TRQ catalog, and this seemed applicable. I was very tempted to cancel our date, but I’m trying to connect and f*ck.
Even a token response seems sub-optimal to me. I’d say nothing, and doing nothing is an under-rated move, in some situations. Notice how often chicks do it. Do nothing, that is. No reply, no nothing. And then when we (men) re-engage later, chicks act as if nothing has happened or changed.
I decided to do nothing, no reply. And it seemed to work. When I saw her she ran into my arms and jumped on me. It was so good to see her, and feel her in the flesh. We were in a public place, so we didn’t have much time to catch up, but we spent the evening exploring and sharing yummy energy with a good group of people. Afterwards, she invited herself over to my place. Typically, I’m very strict with sticking to my schedule, but I hadn’t seen The Siren in so long so I made an exception. There we hash it out. I learn part of the reason she’s been avoiding me apart from her life changes, is that she’s tired of bringing people into the “lifestyle.” Even though she knows I’m doing my thing, and navigating this space quite well without her, she sees me as someone she would have to teach, and she doesn’t have the energy for that. Fair enough. She’s been enjoying herself, and going to the type of parties some people only dream of. I reassure her that she doesn’t have to over explain herself to me. I’m doing my thing.
I show her my recently acquired impact play tools. Whip, flogger, riding crop, etc. and we play around with them. She shows me a thing or two. We make out a bit, then we fall asleep. I wake around the time I’d usually wake up (earlier than the crack of dawn), and I feel her silky body pressed against mine. What’s a monk to do? I kiss her all over, until her tight little body is squirming. I kiss her lips, and I can feel the grool slowly part from my lips. We have an intense session of hot, animalistic sex. Lots of growling and roaring and shit. Unleashing our inner beasts. After I roared all over her belly, she took out a toy and we continued for a while. She taught me how to make her squirt. She didn’t exactly squirt, but something orgasmic happened. And then we chatted and connected some more before falling back asleep. I think we came to the agreement that we’ll most likely continue to see other sporadically, as both of our schedules can fit. I’m ok with that now, especially if every time is like this.
Just when I think it was good, things get better. Earlier in the week I jumped online and immediately matched with a hottie. Again, everything went smoothly. Compliance from the beginning. I don’t waste time on OLD. I go straight for the date. If she’s into it she’ll bite, if she’s unsure the messages die off and I move on with my life. So I carry on with my day after The Siren leaves, and then I hit the town for the umpteenth time of the week. When I see her, she’s exactly like her pictures, and even hotter. She was dressed like she wanted to get f*cked that night. Her body is on point. I love dancer/yoga body girls. We have a drink and some innocent chat. The usual first date conversation. I still generally sprinkle Magnum’s first date questions, while adding my own flavor and calibrating to the girl in front of me. When the couple beside us leaves, I casually ask if I can sit beside her. At one point she mentioned that her longest relationship was with a woman, and that one of the difficulties was always being placed in a box by the people around her. I responded with something like, “How come people always have to define what you are? Why can’t you be free to just be you without defining everything?” I pay for drinks, and I ask if she’d like to take a walk. I start walking in the direction of my place. I get a whiff of her perfume, and I give her an intense look, and I say “Damn, you smell good.” And she replies, “You do too”, as we meet each other for our first kiss. We walk down the street holding each other, and connecting on all kinds of topics. When we get closer to my place, I ask her if she wants to check out the view. She gave me a shy yes, but a yes nonetheless. She is mesmerized when she sees the view. I play some music, and we dance, with the breeze holding us tight, overlooking the bright lights of the city. We go back inside, and dance some more…
I don’t know what was in the air this week, but I’ve never done anything like this. Could it be the full moon? Am I entering a new level? Sex wise, I didn’t have any problems getting it up. I noticed the more comfortable I was with the girl, the harder I was. I used some help the first couple days. But the last two lays were completely unexpected so I didn’t take anything. The same day lay was unexpected. I went thinking I was going to have a drink and call it an early night. Game wise, I wouldn’t say my game has improved, but I’m recognizing patterns, and I’m trying to either flow with it or adjust as needed each time a similar pattern comes up. As for retention, the chubby chick is in the bag if I want to keep seeing her. I’m not sure with La Amazona. It might be a case of sporadic, hot sex. Same with The Siren. I would love to see the last chick again. To be honest, I wouldn’t be mad if it turned into something more. But it’s too early to go there. I’ll just accept it for what is was. A damn good week.