LR: How Sweet They Are...

It's been an amazing week. 2 lays in 2 days. I'll just talk about one as the other was with an ex-fuck buddy I haven't seen in a year. Nostalgia is beautiful. Without further ado, here is the reason I got no sleep last night:

My wing and I roll into a college bar in Boston and are just out to have a great time. My mentality is to open and hook everything with two x chromosomes and make their night – and that’s exactly what I did. I’m rolling up to the bar to get a Blue Moon when I spot a 2-set right in front of me. Quick, spontaneous opener: “Hey, what do you guys recommend for good beer around here?” I roll in with a compliance request immediately and as we’re shooting the shit, my target starts dissing X-town (I went to school there). So, I immediately ignore her and go so far as to get in between them with my back to my target and facing my nontarget. I don’t even get a chance to open my mouth when my target grabs my shoulders to turn me around and backs down immediately: “No, I was kidding! I lived in X-town for years.” I reward her good behavior accordingly with a hug and I hug the nontarget for good measure. Hey...I love hugs!

Then this super cute brunette rolls into the set with the sweetest pair of knockers in the joint. Let’s call her HBSweetTits – my new target. I immediately roll out what I like to call a DiCarlo combo (I do a bunch of the concepts I learned in the Drills boot camp in rapid succession). I don’t recall what I opened her with, but I do a quick compliance request and guide her body such that we’re in mini-isolation. Finally, I back away and whisper to her “come here” as if I need for her to follow me so I can tease her friends. Bamn! Hard isolation…all in 15 sec. This is fun cause her friends think we’re talking about them and are wondering what the hell I’m saying (intrigue) when in truth, I just want HBSweetTits to myself to game her hard. I said something benign about her friends in the first sentence and immediately transition it to vibing and rapport building.

She goes outside for a smoke and I just let her go (I don’t care if girls smoke on their own time, but I can’t be around it when they do). Her friends roll back up to me and isolate me to the couches. Nothing special at this point. Just vibed with her pals and had a great time. After maybe 20 min, they had to roll, but they were begging me to visit them at a restaurant they work at for free food. I’m thinking, “fuck free food. I want a hard cumshot. Where did HBSweetTits go?!”

To my dismay, my wing who went out for a smoke to watch HBSweetTits told me she left. I was disappointed, but I stayed in a good mood and just kept working the venue. Maybe an hour and a few sets later, I’m just relaxing with my buddy tossing back a beer when HBSweetTits appears out of nowhere and comes right up to me. I guess she either came back or just eluded our view... After I introduce her to my wing, he makes himself scarce and I have her take his seat. We’re talking and vibing and I could tell she’s horny and ready to go. (She must’ve read Gunwitch!) I get her digits and them somehow, not even sure how, we start hardcore making out right in the middle of the bar. It was like one of those moments you see in those awful romantic comedies. You know…everything in the room stops moving and you’re moving closer to her lips almost as if you’re on autopilot. It was an instant, powerful, mutual attraction. I was totally lost in the moment. I truly forgot where the hell I was…the kissing was that damn good.

Thinking back, this is actually a time where I should’ve escalated by bouncing her to a seduction location. Live and Learn.

After maybe 5 min of tongue hockey, her 20 friends notice us and swoop down like vultures to try to take her away. I love the expressions on their faces…they’re shocked. Here’s the other cool part. I didn’t realize HBSweetTits was there with so many people. I recognized everyone who swooped down – I opened all of them over the course of the past hour, so I treated them all like old friends. I became a hugging, cave manning machine, spinning girls around till I got dizzy! But alas, my PUA brothas, there were too many cockblocks to disarm. It was like knocking down a beehive and you’re swarmed with bees. I’ve never seen anything like it! She disappears, but I’m not worried as she was really into me and I have her digits.

I move on and open this three set hovering near me. Don’t recall what I said, but I do remember spinning them around the bar to everyone’s delight. I definitely owned the damn place. At one point, I make them guess where I’m from. “Uh…the Bronx?” “You think all blacks are from New York! Next!” For whatever reason, calling people out on their stereotypes in a playful, nonthreatening or accusatory way works so well. I eventually tell them and then they make me guess where they’re from except they're all white with no clear accents. Like I have a clue! I start with the obvious. “Hmmmm…you look Italian.” (Nope). “Oh…Germany!” (Nope). “Ah…English babes!” (Nope). Then one gives me a hint by talking in her native tongue (they’re vacationing, so those girls always get priority as they tend to be easy lays). She starts talking in a language I’ve never heard before. My wing who clearly has more travel experience than I do whispers “Ireland.” (You'd think that would be within my first two guesses, realizing how many Irish Catholics are in Mass). In a bad Irish accent: “Oh! Luck of the Irish, me lassies! Where are your power rings?!” (A reference to those rings Irish girls wear that say whether they’re taken or not). All I remember thinking was, “what the hell was she just speaking? Irish? Is Irish even a language?! I thought they spoke English over there!!”

It’s closing time and I’m thinking I should bounce them for some grub. I start working that thread when we get to the outside and I spot this supernice female bartender at the door. I totally drop the set and start working her. She's getting into it when I’m interrupted by…HBSweetTits! She's baaaack! She literally appears again out of nowhere and somehow mini-isolates me away from the bartender!

Anyway, I know just what to do! No fuck ups this time! “I’m hungry. Let’s get something to eat.” I take her by the hand and lead her to my wing’s car, who’s my ride home. I was all giddy and excited…I felt like I won the lottery and got the biggest prize around (well, chest in this case). On the way, I’m doing some roleplaying and she is eating it up, being my submissive little girl. As we’re walking, one of her friends gives her a call. She says, “It’s _____. I’m not gonna pick up.” Sweet! I’m home free! Well, not quite.

My wing drives us home while I’m making out with her in the back seat. I stop looking at the road as I notice my wing is going over a sidewalk or two and driving faster than necessary. He wasn’t drunk; just excited I suppose. The drive was a bitch…it’s a 20 min. ride home. Just as we’re 2 min away, we get stopped by the cops! My girl starts getting worried and says she feels guilty for getting my wing in trouble, but I cut that thread, take the lead and reassure her. While rubbing her hand, “Hey. Just relax. We know what we’re doing. Just sit back and let us handle this.” I keep the thread positive, talking about all the fun we’ve been having all night. As expected, the cop gave us a stern warning and let us go. (I know the cops of this town very well. They’re very lax…as long as you’re respectful and live in the town).

Not much more to say here. My wing drove us to my place and he went home. I lead her straight to my bedroom and I got some LME: Last Minute Enthusiasm (for sex!). Sweet stuff. Btw, I continued the roleplaying and had her moaning “oh, fuck me daddy” all night long...like that" all night long.

What? You didn’t really think we were going to get something to eat, did you? ;)