Posts Tagged ‘LMR’

Bridget – 1: Meeting an old friend

Thursday, March 12th, 2009
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Linda Fiorentino as Bridget Gregory

I first met her some 20 years ago, and some seven thousand miles away. I used to have lunch at the restaurant of her family. Saw her just a few times but didn’t pay much attention at the time. She was an odd looking little girl and her sister was a hot chick that sucked up all my attention while I was there having lunch every working day.

But during the winter of 1999/2000 I was online on ICQ looking for someone and I found her! It was so much fun as we remembered and connected right away. It was also a great coincidence as she was now living just 40 miles away. We set to get together the next day for dinner in her town.

Now she was a psychiatrist, she was older, and she was cute. Very cute!

We talked for hours, had too much wine, and she insisted I stayed over so I wouldn’t drive home drunk. She had a point. I slept on her sofa that night and that was it. The next afternoon she called me and invited again. This time I drove straight to her place and had with me two bottles of wine. She was waiting with a light dinner ready. After dinner we went to the living room to watch TV and talk some more.

Looking back I can tell I was feeling very confident. At some point when she was walking back from the kitchen with a new bottle of wine I took the bottle from her hand, threw her on the couch, and in a moment I was on top of her, looking at her in the eyes just an inch away. She showed some last minute resistance (LMR) protesting that was not a good idea, that we should be just friends, etc. I still didn’t know this part but instinctively I did it right: Instead of paying attention to what she said, I looked at what she was doing: She wasn’t moving away at all, she was looking at me in a sexy way, she was ready (I definitely was ready myself), so we kissed and had sex for the first time.

Our affair was about 2 months long, but it was one of my most intense experiences ever.

Helen – 2: Patience pays

Friday, January 9th, 2009

We were spending three days together. She was staying at a hotel in the city but we were together all day. We had fun, went out every day for great meals and back to my place for fabulous conversations. I paid close attention to my body language and escalated kino very well.

However, the first night when I began turning the interaction clearly sexual, holding her hair and touching the back of her head, she was uncomfortable and I stepped back. She gave me an explanation of why she was still not at ease, trusting me in many ways definitely, but not wanting to escalate it into a sexual situation. The explanation was much longer than necessary and that suggested to me that she was divided. I reacted cool and with good humor and later took her back to her hotel.

I thought “Patience pays. Tomorrow I can develop more trust and tease her even more, and we will cross that line.”

The second night was similar. We watched movies, took sexy photographs, she licked ice cream out of my fingers in tremendously sexy ways. But still, it was sexy and hot but when it reached the point that I was really kissing her she resisted again. We had a very nice conversation about her concerns and what made her hesitate. I had in my mind what DeAngelo says about attraction not being a choice and thought again that ”Patience pays. Tomorrow I can develop more trust and tease her even more, and we will cross that line.”

The third and last day I though I should use some leverage. A very strong dose of social proof was in order. I set up a dinner with her, Roxanne and Amanda, at a very nice lounge in one of the best hotels in Boston. I calculated that she and Roxanne would like each other immediately and I was right. Amanda being there would not hurt either. After a few drinks and some conversation they were best friends. One hour later the three girls were french kissing each other, and another half hour later they were going together to the bathroom. Every time they came back Helen would kiss me and tell that the peculiar taste in her mouth was the other girl’s pussy juices. I knew that was going in the right direction…

Driving back to her hotel, again she gave me the same excuses why she wouldn’t go back to my place while I was slightly rubbing my finger against the fabric of her panties (she had a dress that night) and she was horny as hell. I thought of what I learned from Kat Williams in his comedy presentations “Sometimes you have to fuck what she says, just pay attention at what she does” so I teased her even more. A minute later she unbuckled her seat belt, told me to pay attention to the road, and began giving me one of the best road heads I ever got.

We got to her hotel, she was taking her clothes off on the way between the reception and her room. She invited me in and we got comfortable. Then again, after she danced for me a little bit and I took a quick shower because I felt I was sweaty and I don’t like it, she seemed to lose momentum and once more the very same objections and doubts came back. This time I thought of Mistery and what he says about last minute resistance and I told her it was all right and didn’t make a big deal out of it. She slept in my arms.

I woke up first and we were spooning, she was comfortably sleeping with her head in my arm. I brought my free hand under the covers and just placed it over her breast. She was waking up. I gently kissed the back of her neck and behind her ear sometimes while I played lightly with her nipple. As she began making very light noises and reacting positively to it I escalated my touches, finding how she reacted to each way I played with her nipples.

Playing with her breasts moved to kissing her belly, to removing her panties, and I began eating her out. I used everything I know and very soon she was moaning very loud, grabbing my hair, pinching her own nipples, and damn near decapitating me with those strong legs she uses to run marathons sometimes.

I made sure she had a very strong, mind boggling orgasm. She couldn’t think clearly after that. She couldn’t put her clothes back on right after that. I had to drive her to the airport.

Arriving at the airport she gave me a long, sweet, tender kiss and thanked me for everything, specially for what happened in the morning, and promised to come back to me and Roxanne.

Patience pays.