Chief
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 Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 10:51 am Post subject: FR: The Magic Touch |
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Alright, here's my current situation. I'm in a pretty boring city at the moment during my summer break. I'm recovering from surgery on a loose-jointed shoulder and sick at the same time. Therefore, I can't really do much except for writing Field Reports from the past that I've never before chronicled. Alright, guys, let's travel back in time...
Years ago, when I wasn't as awesome as I am now, I was always flirting on and off with this girl, HBSkinnyFun. She's skinny and has a very bouncy and fun attitude. Back then I followed a stricter moral code. I believed that if a girl had a boyfriend, even if I didn't have proof that the boyfriend existed, she's completely off limits. Nowadays I just don't game the girls that are dating the guys I'm actually friends with, and girls with boyfriends that I don't know are fair game. HBSkinnyFun would constantly be in and out of relationships, and admittedly I wasn't all that great at generating attraction back then (this was years ago when I was pretty much an amateur). If she were single, I'd chill with her and kino-escalate pretty nicely until I tried to kiss-close. I'd always get the cheek. Boooo.
Then, 2007 rolls along and I find myself at Ozzfest. It was fucking awesome. Lordi sucked, though. All their songs sound the same. I was there with my good friend and faithful wing, G@lileo, and a few of my other buddies. At the concert I ran into a good amount of people I knew, including HBSkinnyFun... and my ex-girlfriend whom I still had drama with.
Originally I did not give HBSkinnyFun too much attention because I was, like a chode, trying to patch things up with my hot ex. She actually had to leave in the middle of the show, however, due to stomach pains from sickness or something like that. That was when I decided to shift my attention to HBSkinnyFun! Like playful kids we chased each other around the lawn seating area, ran around in the mosh pits, got all bruised up, shared some good laughs, and had a great time. One of my friends and I even picked her up and carried her to a mosh pit and threw her in during Lamb of God (or was it Static-X?). Fortunately, she did not die. Yes, we are all crazy kids.
It got progressively darker and darker out as the clock was ticking down to the glorious time when Ozzy would grace the stage with his godly metal presence and his incoherent speech. We were all dead tired, and G@lileo and I were ready to crank up the game volume.
It wasn't clear as to who's target HBSkinnyFun was, but G@lileo and I seemed to have a clear tacit understanding that it didn't matter. We were both gaming her for good practice, and we'd be cool with whatever the results were in the end. Bonus points if we double-teamed her, right?  We weren't competing with each other by any means. We were building each other up, helping each other out, and essentially taking turns. Needless to say, HBSkinnyFun was having a lot of fun.
There we were, the three of us on a blanket in the lawn seating area, G@lileo and I giving HBSkinnyFun a massage at the same time. We would switch off between giving her upper body and lower body massages in synchronization with each other. It got pretty hot, and it was clear that I knew what I was doing.
I get a phone call on my cell from some girl. I have no idea who it is, but apparently she knows me and is offended by the fact that I can't remember her and she hangs up. I think someone's playing a joke on me. It makes for a great DHV to the people I'm around, though.
Anyway, back to the massage. I give her the massage of her life, kino-escalating to more "high-risk" or "erotic" zones and movements. G@lileo does OK. lol. We all get more energized by the awesome hard metal and groovy mellow metal of Ozzy and jump around and dance dance dance. G@lileo and I take turns dancing and semi-grinding with HBSkinnyFun. I feel the sexual energy and tension in the air. I feel the "should I kiss her?" feeling that any PUA should recognize as a "IT'S TIME TO FUCKING KISS HER" cue, but I do nothing, knowing that she has a boyfriend whom I barely know. Since my socially-programmed artificial morals conflict with my internal desires, I'm misguided. Now I'm just shooting a basketball without knowing which hoop I want to land it in. "I'm actually working on my massage technique and planning on earning some extra cash off it," I tell her. "How about you come over sometime so you can be my test dummy for my massages?" I set up a time-bridge before she has to leave. Oh, by the way, she has to leave early for some reason. I forgot the reason. Come on, give me a break. All this happened like an entire year ago.
A few days later, she's over at my place, in my room. The incense is burning, the groovy music is bumping, and I'm rubbing her shoulders while she's face down on my bed as I'm straddling her. She arrived at my place after work. Beforehand, I told her to take a shower before she arrived. She complied and was squeaky clean. I tell her to take off her clothes for the massage, but she stops at the underwear, so she's only half-naked. I use warming KY Jelly for the massage because I don't actually have real massage oils, but it makes an EXCELLENT substitute. That shit's WARMING, man. It gets warmer and warmer the more you rub it in (don't use this stuff when fingering a girl, though because it gets too hot).
The air in the room is already reeking of sex, but we haven't done anything besides "innocent" massage. She actually moans with pleasure a few times, some of them blatantly sexual. We're doing different positions and we're practically simulating sex. There's just one problem: I can't pull the trigger. She has a boyfriend. I kiss her neck and back from behind, and she's enjoying it, but I don't kiss her face or her lips. I bet she was just as frustrated as I was from my lack of proper closure.
When I got tired of massaging her for hours, I still wanted her to stick around because my genuine desire was still in the fight with my dogmatic social programming. I pull up a movie on my laptop and ask her if she'd like to watch it with me. She says yes, and it's obvious that she wants me to seduce her. She wants to give me more time. When she sees the time on my screen, however, she panics. It's already past the time she told her parents would be back by. She promised to be back for dinner. She leaves with a happy goodbye, and I'm left with an experience I'll always look back on with a lesson learned. |
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| Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 9:23 pm Post subject: Re: FR: The Magic Touch |
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| _Chief_ wrote: |
When I got tired of massaging her for hours, I still wanted her to stick around because my genuine desire was still in the fight with my dogmatic social programming. I pull up a movie on my laptop and ask her if she'd like to watch it with me. She says yes, and it's obvious that she wants me to seduce her. She wants to give me more time. |
Oh man I know exactly what you mean. She gave me lots of time too, and even suggested the movie herself.
It made me realize something: men truly ARE in charge of the seduction process. We're in charge and in the lead, and if we falter, it doesn't go anywhere. Women can give LMR and have self doubts and have self image problems, but a good lead can blast through all that and bed her. But if it's the other way around, it ain't happenin'. |
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