Trust Me, She’ll Know What To Do

Those of you who’ve read my older posts know that the building I used to live in was filled with young women. Young sluts, actually. I was living there because it was convenient, very well located in terms of restaurants and boutiques, and not too far from University. Besides, I had no car, so I needed to be close to everything. Of course, the downside was that although the female members of the building were horny sluts, the male members were criminal alcoholics. But thankfully, they weren’t the ones I was interested in.

Anyway, I had already hooked up with 3-4 girls from the building in the past, one of whom I dated for awhile (very bad idea by the way – I ended up sleeping with another girl and she found out – picture the rest). Fact is, the janitor knew this, and I had a reputation in the building. The janitor also happened to be gay, so he had a big mouth and had started telling the new female tenants to be on the lookout for a smooth talker in the staircase ! Asshole.

In any case, there was one girl (let’s call her Mimi) I had been curious about for awhile. She had this abusive boyfriend, and on several occasions the cops had shown up to arrest the boyfriend. Building rumors were that she liked really rough sex, and that the guy took “rough” to the next level lol. I used to see her walk out of the building with the boyfriend and think to myself, “Wow, these guys have been together for so long, and regardless of how many fights (physical / verbal) they have, something still keeps them together.”

After awhile though (and this was recently), I would no longer see them together. I would always notice her leave the building on her own. So one day, just like I did with every other girl, I created the coincidence, and as I saw her walk into the building, I walked downstairs to “check my mailbox.” As she walked in ...

We small talk for a bit more, and I go into my philosophy about love and dating. I start mentioning things like, “I think people confuse loving and owning someone.” I ask her if she’s familiar with the expression, “If you love somebody, set them free.”

We talk for 5-6 minutes about this stuff and I tell her I can’t believe we’re on the same page. It isn’t everyday I meet someone who seems to understand and connect with the things I’m saying. I tell her I have to go, but ask her if she would like to talk again. I also add “I’m also starting to kinda like you, so I’m gonna fuck off before I kiss you or I do something crazy.” She laughs and gives me this dirty look, and I tell her to take my number down and text me. We part.

I don’t hear from her for like a week. Finally, about a week and a half later, I bump into her in the staircase. She says “Hi !” I’m like, “What’s up you little asshole ? You never texted my ass.” She’s like “Hahahaha, I’m so sorry …” Classic female bullshit. I tell her I’m in a rush, but I tell her to text me. I ask her for a kiss on the cheek for being mean and not texting. As she kisses my cheek, I spank her ass. I knew she could handle that because of the kinda girl she is (very comfortable with sex.)

I get a text a few days later saying something like “Hey bello mio, blah blah blah.” I bump into her one morning as I’m going to get my croissant and we have a 10-15 minute convo. We talk about life and aspirations. I make sure to kino her regularly and I ask her if she would like to go Karting sometime soon. She’s really down.

I leave, and a few hours later I get another text saying something like “You really lit up my day this morning. I really like your vibe.” That’s why I always say, it’s not about what you say, it’s how you make her feel. And how you make her feel depends on how you feel when you’re interacting.

A few nights later, I’m out with some people, and as I’m coming out of some bar, I notice her walking past on the sidewalk. I grab her. She’s totally excited to see me. I tell her to come with us to the next bar. She’s not comfortable because she wasn’t dressed up. I tell her it doesn’t matter. I tell her “Pretend like you’re a tourist or some shit, we won’t tell anyone anything.”

Anyway, we go to a few different places, but some of the girls we were with were being bitches. Especially one of them, she just had a negative vibe, and it was being transferred to other members of the group. My girl Mimi was in a good vibe and so was I, so I didn’t want t ruin the occasion.

So I asked Mimi if she wanted to go for a little walk in the Park and have some of our deep conversations. I told her we could pick up a blanket at my place on the way in case it got chilly (chilly, yeah right, like that was the reason lol).

Anyway, we go to the park, and we lay down and we stare at the stars and keep talking about our past experiences with the opposite sex. At some point, I was just too horny, so I decided I would take her some place quieter in the park. I knew this part of the park where it’s forbidden to go but I decided to take her there because there’s never anyone there. We had to jump over some fences and she ended up fucking up her jeans.

Anyway, I take her to some pitch black corner against a tree and start making out with her. Then she starts kissing me on the neck and on the ears, and I gently grab her hand and put it on my dick (for those who have trouble escalating from make out to sex, this is the key: grab her hand, place it on your dick, trust me, she’ll know what to do).

I undo my pants and I tell her “Just from the way you kiss, I know your blowjobs are probably addictive !” She laughs. She goes down on me. I start fingering her (White-Tinger Tantra style, of course). Then I take a condom and I tell her “This feels like an Adam and Eve moment with me leaning against this tree. Let’s celebrate as if the future of humanity depended upon us.” She laughed and the rest was fun.

Once again, if you create enough comfort, you make sexual jokes, you make sex feel normal and you show her you won’t judge her for sex, a woman will just as easily give it up as a guy. Being super dominant also helps when you’ve sparked interest. Don’t beat around the bush.