I can’t believe I’ll go home with such a cute creature part #1
I catch a taxi, a 307 Peugeot shows up. I name the location and offer about $5 for that in local currency.
- Don’t mention the money! Just get in!
- I can’t believe I’ll go home with such a cute creature.
- We are not going to your home. I’ll just give you a lift, it’s in my direction.
- We’ll see (intriguing, wearing a slutty smile).
Here we are in that traffic jam, Love Radio playing from the speakers. We talk about all kinds of general stuff and laugh a lot. I find out about her interest and relate these to my hobbies. A deep rapport is being built here.
- I’m so tired, it was a crazy day today.
- I know a cool anti-stress solution.
- Go on.
- Some great time.
- I need to get home for a while.
- Let’s go to your place and them somewhere else. I love getting there when exhausted.
On the way to her place I build up the rapport with visualization, my favorite method. I make her imagine that we are not driving across Kiev to her place but are rather taking a trip through the Mediterranean. We are not exactly stuck in a traffic jam but admiring the landscapes. Ending the visualization, I find out about her sex preferences, and we find many things we share. Saying ‘now I’ll switch the gears’, I cover her hand on the gear shift with mine. That generates some positive kino.
We leave the car:
— I’m two heads taller than you! (surprised, tries to make fun)
— Have you ever had sex with a man this smaller than you?
— No.
— You will (self-confident, with a dirty smile)
— Don’t you think you are too self-assured?
— Nope.
(she’s 7 points on the hotness scale, about 180cm tall plus her high heels, I’m about 170cm)
When we arrived at her place, we had this feeling that we have known each other for years. As she was picking her stuff, I browsed through her photos and drank coffee cracking kind jokes about her childhood pictures. She replied saying she would have her revenge seeing my photos. As she was putting her boots on I bend over to her and our lips touch:
— As I bend over to kiss you, I see how your lips open to kiss me (here I use some wishful thinking)
And I gave her a tender kiss.
July 8th, 2009 - Posted in Seduction and debauchery | |
