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Original discussion thread: http://www.fastseduction.com/discussion/fs?action=9&boardid=2&read=102978&fid=24
Personally, I've learned the most here from guys my age like Franco, Chopan, BD», JWS, Kwag, et al, who have been through the shit and seem to have the "grownup man" thing down just about right. I'm 40, pass for 30, been married 12 years with a 4-yr old son. Nothing is more important to me than trying to be a model of integrity for my boy.
HBLeah marked the point where I began to own my age and own my sexuality outside of my marriage. Hope this shit is useful. It's gonna be long...
The Setup: As mentioned in my first-ever post (http://www.fastseduction.com/discussion/fs?action=9&boardid=2&read=102886&fid=16) I was chilling at a local watering hole with a couple AFC colleagues when HB8LeahDizon (26 yrs old) from work gives us a heads-up from the bar. We invite her over and she sits to my left. The boys and I are already nicely buzzed and I can't tell if she is or not so, of course, I lead the conversation with some aggressive qualifying. It's a delicate dance, though, because I'm trying to engage her while keeping my boys in the loop and not giving her too much centrality.
The vibe feels just about right. I catch her looking at me a couple times for just a fraction of a second too long and she seems to want to always bounce the conversation back in my direction. She's obviously a little drunk, as well. There's attraction.
To be honest, however, I give myself little chance to escalate. Don't want to risk awkwardness for HBLeah at work (she's very much a junior) and I don't want my boys to see me busting the moves, since they know my wife. So, I chill. And frankly, with my impaired sobriety, my circuits are almost fried from leading the festivities and keeping my horniness in check.
The Spark: This girl is a solid HB8 but I give her credit for doing herself up right all the time. Soft, blunt cut shoulder length hair. Nice legs in a white miniskirt and white heels. Perfect makeup. Bedroom eyes. She really sells what she has. Super-feminine. I suspect most guys would rate her a 9, but she's a little petite for me.
Anyways, while I'm dizzy from running through these facts in my head, I lean forward in my seat, bracing my hand against the front edge of her chair. At some point, she uncrosses her legs and her right thigh comes to fucking rest on my left fucking pinky. She doesn't flinch and I continue chatting with my buddy like there's nothing, nothing at all I care about more than 80's pop music.
But holy fuck. It's on.
Just to make sure, I squeeze a couple more fingers under her sweet, tender 26-year old thigh. No resistance. I pull out and start to stroke the side of her leg with the tops of my fingers. Just barely grazing them. No resistance. My hand is on her thigh. Nirvana. Everyone else in the bar is oblivious to the location of my left hand and the tent in my pants, except her and I.
The Escalation: I am too drunk to think rationally. It's almost too much for me to maintain discretion in front of my colleagues. Yet, thanks to mASF, I know I have to escalate and isolate at some point. That point comes when she goes to the bathroom.
I play it off like I don't even notice where she's gone and try to time this thing just right. I keep the table talk going until suddenly declaring "Time to break the seal" and spinning off to the can. I make it inside and just hang out at the sink, checking out how drunk I look. Not bad.
Within seconds, HBLEah comes out. She sees me and smiles. I move as if to yield the sink, but I'm also blocking her from leaving. I'm looking at her like a tiger eyes its prey. Carnivorously. She likes it but moves to shove past me. Fine, but I don't move out of the way so she's gotta literally manhandle me. She does a good job and I give her a quick slap on the ass before she's out the door. I do my thing and return to the table like nothing, not a thing in the world has happened.
When it's time to pay the bill, I pay with my card and meet the crew outside. Giving the three of them time together I feel is crucial to throwing my boys off the scent. Then, when I come out, it's a quick "I'm taking a cab. How's everybody else getting home?" and we're the last two standing as my buddies trudge off, oblivious.
In the cab, I go for the make-out. My hands are all over her. It's a short ride. Thank god or who knows what laws I would have broken.
Outside her apartment she springs the news that she lives with her aunt. She seems mildly apologetic as she strokes me outside my pants. What can I do? Time to call it a night. My balls give new meaning to the color "blue."
The Insight: After a couple texts, she visited me one day late in my office. She actually brought me some work-related question. I helped her with it while helping myself to feeling up and down the back of her legs and ass. This is about all I can handle, though. I'm actually freaking out inside because we're at work, even though it's late and the chances of anyone busting into my office without knocking are minimal. I get a grip of the situation and sit her down in a more formal arrangement so we can examine her project. At this point, I can only give her general advice but I'm impressed with her working knowledge of the subject. She's taking notes and seems genuinely appreciative. We arrange an off-site meet at a coffee shop that night.
Oh yeah, she offered to blow me in my office. I had to turn that down...
At the coffee shop, lot of rapport-building. She's a smart cookie with a slight daddy complex. (Thanks, Sigmund Freud) I basically run the same read on her that Daniel Craig runs on Eva Green in _Casino_Royale_: "You're hot, but frigid. Your brains and body are working in opposition. You need to open up." She mentions to me that she's never had an orgasm. I am intrigued, very intrigued.
It's at this point that something clicks inside my thick head. All along, my inner-AFC has been gnawing at me to ask her if she knows I'm married. She's young and hot and I'm worried that she'll drop me the moment she finds out. But as I'm listening to her complain about the unsatisfactoriness of her last couple boyfriends, something's dawning on me: She digs older guys. She may not realize it herself but she's a classic Category 2 according to BlackDragon»'s classification. I'm polite with her but she's constantly deferring to my authority about things. I realize that all I have to do is lead this where I want and we will both be happy.
I need to try to emphasize why this was a turning point for me. It's not like I hadn't been getting action and it's not like I didn't know how to lead a woman. But until this girl, I can say that most of my recent lays were had while pretending I wasn't married. My game, too, was similar to my game when I was single. Basically, I was happy-fun guy, the life of the party. With HBLeah, I realized that after the initial attraction, she was turning herself on by seeing me in my office setting, letting me inadvertently DHV myself by helping her with her project, and now acutely reading and diagnosing her emotional needs. This was something new for me: adult game.
I was ready to push it to the next level.
The Close: I arranged to meet her in the daytime on a Sunday. I told her that I would offer her some more detailed help with her work, but that I also had a present to give her. We met at a cafe and she was pleasantly attired in a short dress and high boots. Sigh. She knows what I like...
Actually, I had been working at the cafe since morning on my laptop. Meeting HBLEah was my reward to myself for getting my shit done on time. She sipped on a fruit smoothie and we fluffed for a bit. Then I said, "It's so humid out. Why don't we go somewhere air-conditioned so we can relax and I can give you your present." Of course she agreed.
We hopped in a cab and ended up at a hotel. I told her, "Don't freak out. It's really comfortable inside. You'll like it." No LMR. We got in and I tried to create a chill vibe by opening the curtains and making some coffee. She took a seat beneath the window. I opened up my laptop again and lay on the bed to work. She had brought a book with her and began reading. The vibe was like we were on vacation.
After a while, the tension was getting to me. But I could only smile. I knew I had all the time in the world so I would try to play this out just right.
Me: Hey, come here. I want to give you your present now.
Her: What is it?
Me: Come here.
I pulled a clear plastic box out of my shoulder bag and gave the gift to her.
Her: What is this?
Me: It's something you really need. You honestly don't know? Here, I'll show you how it works.
I sat up and got her to lie on the bed. I took the vibrator out of its case and turned it on so she could hear the motor running. It was one of those eggs connected to a remote control. The thing runs at three different speeds with variable pulsations. I highly recommend them.
We joked and played with it together. I was really casual about it and didn't even try to stimulate her pussy at first. We were having fun just checking it out. I started kissing her to get her hot. Then in the middle of our makeout, the mouse went into its hole. I had the vibrator running against her clit but outside her pants. I pulled back from kissing and got kind of clinical on her, holding her down with one hand and searching for the right spot with the other. I kept telling her to try to relax but she looked like a tidal wave about to crash.
After she couldn't take it anymore, I just stopped and tried to go back to my laptop. I was able to look at the screen for about three minutes until I came up with this gem:
Me: I don't think we should have sex but I'm going to take your clothes off. I want to see if I can resist you.
I can't believe some of the shit that comes out of my own mouth.
Anyway, I had her in her bra and panties and, I swear to god, I told her:
Me: Okay, I'm just going to stick it in you, but we're not going to have sex. You just need to get accustomed to having a cock inside you.
(This LR is way out of fucking hand.)
So, I guess I fucked her. I don't think she came but she made me stop from exhaustion.
The Aftermath: HBLeah became my first official FB (while married) as a result of my loving guidance and sexual leadership. I had to soft next her once after she got careless and emotional and left incriminating text messages that my wife busted me on, but she soon repented of her ways and I returned her to FB status. Now, sad to say, she's changed companies (she works for Maxim magazine!) and has found herself an AFC boyfriend. Alas! But I am comforted in the knowledge that she will be back when it suits her and that through her I was able to get over my hangups about being married and discover a different kind of game, more suited to my age and experience.
Sorry for the length of this post. That's what she said.
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Here's a summary of what I consider to be the most informative tidbits for those keeping score at home:
A) Don't fucking hit on girls that you work with. Granted, the whole covert nature of the operation helped me to discover my "pinky" technique, but Jesus, what a headache.
B) Non-verbal is better than verbal game. My ridiculous lines in the hotel were good, but they were only possible because of the assurance of my predatory vibe in the bathroom. Do yourself a favor and re-read Chopan's post on What Game Really Is (http://www.fastseduction.com/discussion/fs?action=9&boardid=2&read=98679&fid=23). It changed my life.
C) You got to own your shit before you can own her.
D) Buy those egg/bullet vibrators for girls that you'd like to open up sexually. I found mine for about fifteen bucks. They're not as gross or suggestive as those veiny cock surrogates and are less likely to get her addicted to self-stimulation over sex (IMHO). Trust me, they'll remember you forever.
E) Young guys ain't got shit on old guys. Remember that joke between Robert Duvall and Sean Penn at the end of Colors? Yeah, that's the shit. Props to the above-mentioned Franco, Chopan, BD», JWS, Kwag, and whichever other PUA motherfuckers I forgot to credit.
Preface: This report is old. Everything with HBLeahDizon went down maybe... a year ago? (I'm horrible with dates.) I'm writing it out as a way for brothers to get to know me and my flow. Moreover, it marks a significant turning point for me in my inner game»».
