| 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 a free talk to the local melbourne lair 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:
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‘ 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.'
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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.
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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.
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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’
More from her email:
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Also something I noticed which is kinda indirectly related was that you became way more open after sex. I liked that a lot!"
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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'.
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