mASF post by "Karlos"
posted on: mASF forum: Field Reports Discussion, April 4, 2005OK quick recap: I’m a RAFC, got laid for the first time in five years recently
(see
http://fastseduction.com/cgi-bin/search.cgi?action=retrieve&grp=4&mn=1111571415214220 ) and I seem to be on a bit of a roll.
Here’s a quick update on what’s been happening between then and the next lay.
As mentioned in the previous report I met up with HBColombian the day before I
got laid. We made arrangements to go out the following Friday (Good Friday). We
met up, went for a drink. Went to a cool bar in London’s Fashionable Quarter™.
It was going pretty mundanely (talking about jobs etc.) until I hit that point
where the alcohol loosens the tongue enough to get the conversation flowing (I
should have a drink before I leave next time). Shortly after I venue changed
and took her to another bar, using this opportunity to hold her hand. I love
hand touching as my first point of contact – there’s something incredibly sexy
about stroking a girl’s fingers and having it reciprocated while doing
something normal like walking to another bar. We got there, sat down, chatted a
bit more and then swiftly progressed to eating face.
Things were going pretty well. She told me I’m a good kisser – at least there’s
something that I’m a natural at! As she got more and more turned on I did my
‘let’s make a move’ line with a tone of voice and body language that presumes
agreement. We got on a bus to her place before she had second thoughts so we
decided to go to my place. She only has a single bed. We got a taxi back but –
and here’s the catch – she’s a Christian who doesn’t believe in sex before
marriage. So a night’s worth of dry humping ensued with her at one stage
directing my cock in with her fingers before having second thoughts… That was
how we left it.
I got a debrief on what attracted her to me originally. She said my smile, my
looks and my dancing. It’s funny, I’ve never considered myself more than
average looking, but I’ve always secretly known that I’m a good dancer even
though few people before have told me. It’s something I’m going have to take
more advantage of (as you will see). I must also be better looking than I think
I am – I guess low self esteem can make you write off things that are actually
good qualities.
I think I’m going to have to convert her to a new religion…
The Lay Report
So the following Friday I was out again with my wingman Kato (an AFC worse than
me but willing to learn and slowly getting there). I’d had a drink on the way
there as it was getting quite late so there wouldn’t be much time to get in the
mood. We went to a bar to get a few initial drinks. Bumped into some of Kato’s
work mates, warmed up with one of the female work mates. After a few we moved
on to our standard sarging bar. We had a drink, got talking to some Italians.
The guy I was talking to seemed to think I should try pulling a friend of his.
I tried talking to her but the situation wasn’t right and she didn’t seem
interested. He may have been AMOGging me, I’m not sure, it didn’t matter.
Shortly afterwards we moved to the next room. And this is where it gets funny.
There is a principle that you do all this practice so that when the situation
comes, your skills are automatic. Maybe it was that, maybe it was the drinks.
Maybe it was the half line of coke I did before I left that evening. Either
way, seconds after going into the other room, I saw this girl HBLithuanian
looking at me (IOI as you say) so I thought “fuck it” and walked straight up to
her. 7.5, in case you were wondering.
I can’t remember what I said, it’s not really important as most of you know. It
was probably something radical like “Hello.” But we both knew what was
happening and we started dancing. But then immediately she started playing
(very) hard to get. Dancing close to me then pushing me away, pretending to get
annoyed, all that sort of stuff. I found it amusing. I knew what was going on
and I didn’t rise to a bit of it. It was testing to the extreme.
At one point she pretended to walk away. Excellent I thought. I noticed many
girls looking at me at that point – they always want a man who knows what he’s
doing. I wondered away too and came across these two HB9 Brazilian girls. They
were HOT but my game’s not quite there yet. I started talking to them but only
mundane shit, before a few minutes later I felt someone pinch me and sure
enough it was HBLithuanian back for some more. We continued faffing around for
a while before we decided to leave (again: “let’s make a move”). Seconds later
the bar started to close anyway, so it was good timing.
A side point – this is the same bar that I met HBColombian. That night Kato met
her friend HBChilean. I didn’t see her but apparently she was here this night
as well and met Kato again. She saw me with HBLithuanian and asked Kato “are
you like that as well?” presumably meaning “Do you pull girls quickly like
Karlos?” Incidentally Kato replied with “I’m the quiet one.” That, my friend,
is not a good answer. But the point is she’s going to tell HBColombian what she
saw, so that might have ruined my chances of converting her religion… Never
mind, the chances are against it anyway.
Having agreed to leave HBLithuanian then tested me by saying “What are we going
to do now?” In a classic bit of direct game I answered “We’re going back to my
place to fuck.” She acted offended and all that, but she still came with me. I
wanted to get a taxi (I offered to pay for it) but she wanted to get a bus. I
capitulated on this point as there was a bus coming right then, so it made
sense.
We got on the bus and I went upstairs (Me: “let’s go upstairs”) but this time
she didn’t follow. I saw her sitting downstairs in the reflections of the shop
windows, so after a few minutes I called her mobile (I already had her number
from the bar) and told her to come upstairs. She refused so I said “fine, see
you later” and left it at that. Naturally after a few minutes she came upstairs
and joined me. ;o)
We started kissing. After a while she started caressing my stomach under my
t-shirt, then kissing my belly. She commented on my muscles – again something
that I don’t think I’m particularly special at, but obviously I need to
reassess.
On the walk back home from the bus stop, I mentioned something – probably my
drug use – that caused her to get offended and threaten to walk off. I said
“the bus stop’s over there” and continued walking home. I walked round the
corner and hid in a doorway where I could see the street but no one could see
me. A few seconds later she walked round the corner trying not to be seen,
before saying “damn, where is he?” at which point I stepped out and made it
known that she was busted! ;o)
We got home and my flatmate, NaturalPUAHalfFrench was up watching TV (my other
flatmate is NaturalPUASouthAfricanButPretendsNotToBe, incidentally). I asked
him if he’d ever met a Lithuanian before. He seemed unimpressed… We went
straight through to my room, where she preceded to surf the net from my
computer and show me pictures of her family. All very nice, but… I said I’d be
back in a sec and popped back into the living room to have a few puffs on my
flatmate’s spliff. He told me showing pictures was a good thing – building
trust. Suitably encouraged I went back.
There was a bit more talking about fluff and the next thing we were on the bed
stripping off. I need to work on my bra technique as I just can’t get it off on
my own. But she had the cutest tits. Not huge but perfectly formed. As soon as
we were both naked she went straight down and started sucking me off –
fantastic! Then the next thing I know she was turning around and telling me to
take her from behind – this was hilarious! In all my limited experience (and
this is my fourth lay ever…) this had never happened to me before. Speaking to
my flatmates later, apparently it happens quite often, so now I know!
So we had some fun. I fucked her about three or four times that night,
succeeding in my objective of improving on my previous lay by fucking more than
once in the night. There was plenty or oral sex as well, and I licked a girl
out for the first time ever (like I said I have limited experience). The next
thing I need to work on is not fucking up the insertion and stamina – I keep on
coming too quickly. I need the practice, and I plan to get it! She kept on
saying “oh gosh” as though she should be doing this, but couldn’t help herself.
It was great! Also, it turned out that she had a boyfriend – hahahaha! But she
didn’t have sex with him. Now where’s the fun in that?
I asked her for a debrief. She said that she liked the look of me and then when
I started dancing she thought ”oh yeah!” She didn’t mention anything about
beating the shit tests or confidence, but then it’s an unwritten rule, most
people aren’t aware of it.
She had to leave early the next morning for an appointment so there was no
morning sex unfortunately. We left better terms than I did with HBColombian and
HBCornish which had both been a bit awkward, so that was good.
She left a scarf and bracelet at my place and texted and called me the next day
to make sure I could give them back (classic Freud behaviour for all you
psychologists out there). Well, I guess I’m just going to have to meet up with
her again. Shit happens.
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