mASF post by "AtoZ"
posted on: mASF forum: Field Reports Discussion, July 7, 2005Great descriptive report, I most definitely can relate to the no sex per-se
but this kind of connection.
My 2c about the 'near' part.. your trouser warrior probably lost posture
because of all the bloodflow prior. It happens sometimes with massive
foreplay resulting in difficult followup, there was actually a scientific
research on how long can a penis stay erect, I believe they said after
5-6hrs consecutive or near-consecutive erection or even semi-erection the
spongy tissue requires a break.
From personal experience, I find when getting hard on and off for a long
time, this is even MORE true. Even having a good old 4hr-straight romp with
a couple of 5min breaks for regenerating after busting doesnt seem to affect
my hardability as much as many repeated 'on-off's as it often happens in
crazy foreplay, and Im sure happened in your case.
That's why I often try and physically calm myself down without losing the
vibe when in situations like this (it's a challenge to still be as
passionate and crazy in the make-out without tenting your trousers, but its
attainable, kind of tantric I guess).
Sounds like you had a great night anyway. :) Keep it up!
-AtoZ
<Magnus> wrote in message news:[email protected]...
> Nineteen84 and I are in Krakov. We went out to dinner with 4 Dutch girls
> and a
> cool Irish guy we met at the hostel. Vrax and his wing met up with us
> there.
> We'd spent the day with these girls, and for some reason I'd told them a
> little
> about the community. I don't make a habit of this, but it seemed like a
> good
> idea at the time. Pretty sure one of them liked me, she's a cool girl but
> not
> my physical type.
>
> So Vrax takes us to a pretty cool club where we all mill around by the
> bar. We
> nearly don't get in because Nineteen84 thinks he has to be 21, and so says
> he
> has no ID. But I persist after asking Vrax to talk to the bouncer, and
> when it
> emerges N84 has to be only 18 he shows his UK driving licence. Did the
> 'Cute
> Guy Wave' at a girl also waiting outside. She was pretty, but probably
> young
> because she had a brace, and she didn't get into the club. The bouncer
> seemed
> pissed at me for flirting with her.
>
> So we're sitting at the bar, chatting about kino escalation, when I notice
> a
> three set at a nearby table. The hottest girl is looking at me, and I
> keep eye
> contact and give her a funny (suggestive, accusing) look, and then hide
> behind
> Vrax's wing. Then I catch her eye again and give the 'Cute Guy Wave'.
> This is
> awesome for when you cannot immediately approach a girl. Just lift your
> hand
> and give a wave with just the fingers, all together. It takes a bit of
> practice, I'll try and put some footage in our Vienna Video... but I
> picked it
> up after watching London PUA do it, I've also seen a natural use it.
> Accompany
> it with a cheeky grin and it's beautiful. When you open the chick later,
> it's
> more like re-opening.
>
> The kino escalation is I think from DYD Mastery. It seems like there is a
> correct sequence to kino: hand, shoulder, waist, head, body. I tell the
> guys
> this is what I am trying to internalise at the moment. The idea is that
> if you
> make a step wrong, girls subconsciously find the mating pattern broken;
> and
> that when you have automatically gotten it right in the past is when you
> have
> had success. When I think of girls where I shake their hand, adopt them
> as my
> little sister with a hug around the shoulder, and then walk with my arm
> round
> their waist before I kiss them, this seems to make sense.
>
> So the guys seem happy so I excuse myself and pull up a chair. I think I
> open
> with "Are you Polish girls?" and roll into the 'Vienna' opener (Teach me
> some
> German/Czech/Polish... how do you say "what do you like about English
> Men?")
> but don't get that far, because the girls are slightly drunk, unlocked,
> and
> clearly attracted to me. So I switch threads and basically fluff.
>
> When I talk about our day trip to Auschwitz I start to get looks like I'm
> smearing poo across my face, so I switch to talking about the Czech church
> we
> went to that was full of bones. Show them some pictures, and then roll on
> to a
> new topic.
>
> They ask where I'm from, and run the 'Bath' routine. ¨I'm from Bath, you
> haven't heard of it? It's near stonehenge. Yes, I thought you'd have
> heard of
> that. Bath is a city of 100,000 people, that no-one outside England has
> heard
> of. Stonehenge is a bunch of rocks in a field that is world famous."
> It's a
> routine I use to respond to the 'Where are you from?' invisible thread.
>
> I spill my Pina Colada down my chin but no-one seems to notice. I tell my
> girl
> she's drunk and won't remember me in the morning, etc.
>
> The friend tells me they are all catholic girls, so I ask if they are all
> virgins who believe in no sex before marriage, and they say yes. Fuckity
> fuckity pants. Oh well. So I decide to go for club makeout instead of
> the
> lay. I roll into asking how many boys she's kissed... this week.
>
> My girl is awesome cool but her friend is cockblocking a bit, in an
> aggressive
> Polish girl way that reminds me of the evil Polish girl who works in the
> hostel
> in Vienna. But she's just being protective on her friend, so I tell her
> this,
> tell her I respect it, tell her I like her friend, ask if it's ok for me
> to
> talk to her, and she goes for all of this but keeps talking over me and
> dominating the conversation. Eventually I plead with Nineteen84 to
> distract
> her. My girl is well past the kiss point and I tongue down within seconds
> of
> the cockblock being distracted.
>
> Damn, she's a great kisser. All sucky on the lips and bitey. Yum yum.
>
> I start to wonder if there are big sofas anywhere in the bar, so I ask my
> girl
> if she wants to dance, and she does, so we go and make out on the
> dancefloor.
> I briefly bust out my best dance moves and then drag her up these stairs
> to a
> sort of loft, with a picnic sort of table and bench. Heavy make out
> ensues.
> mmmmmmm. She was really fucking horny, wrapping her legs around me and
> grinding and yum yum yum. Wouldn't let me touch her hoo-hah though.
> After
> twenty minutes or so I psychically detect that her friend is looking for
> her,
> and decide to fractionate. If I bring her back now her friend is more
> likely
> to trust me to take her away later.
>
> We go back downstairs and she falls down the last three stairs so I kick
> her
> shoe back to her, bust her again on being drunk and say I don't want to
> talk to
> her any more. She looks genuinely hurt so I slam her against the wall and
> kiss
> her some more. Walk back to the others with a really stupid grin on my
> face
> from all the endorphins.
>
> I think I bought her a drink at this point, pineapple juice. Don't care
> about
> buying Polish chicks stuff because it is so cheap there. Actually the
> same
> goes for American girls, whatever. I'd promised Vrax a private chat so
> shortly
> we went outside where we could hear each other, for about 20 minutes.
> When I
> went back, HBpolish was all "where did you go?" I was so chuffed that
> she'd
> missed me I dragged her off for another makeout session with 'Shall we go
> and
> /dance/ again?' Straight up to the loft, but there are people there now
> so we
> hide at the back and grind and grind and grind. We chat a little too, but
> mostly lots of heavy makeout. I think there is no way I can extract this
> chick... you're not supposed to get to physical until you are at the place
> where you can fuck, right? Well, wrong, in this case...
>
> She's massively horny, so I decide to forget that she told me she was a
> virgin,
> and ask her how many boys she has REALLY slept with. 4, from when she was
> 15
> to 18. Cool. I tell her I really want to be inside her, and tell her we
> could
> fuck right there, right now, and no-one would know... but I don't have a
> condom. She tells me off for not having a condom, and I say I have one at
> the
> hostel. She asks if I want to go there and say "FUCK YES". I drag her
> off
> down the stairs and she says "what about your friends?" and I say "FUCK MY
> FRIENDS!" She loves this and says "ok, I have to talk to my friend".
>
> Say goodnight to Nineteen84, Vrax, his wing, the Dutch girls, Irish guy...
> everyone seemed surprised that we were going. Probably had been in set
> for an
> hour and a half at this point. Assured the cockblocking friend I would
> look
> after her (I'm an English Gentleman, dontcha know) and kissed the other
> friend
> goodbye.
>
> Walking out, she says "I am a bad girl", and I tell her she's a good girl.
> If
> she did this every day she might be a bad girl, but it's not every night
> you
> meet someone who you trust and feel comfortable with this quickly, you
> have to
> live life in the moment. We find a taxi and jump in, she talks to the
> driver
> in Polish nearly all the way there, and I pay. Walk her briskly through
> the
> hostel past reception as if they had no 'no visitors' policy, up two
> flights of
> stairs, into the room, straighten the bedsheets, switch off the lights and
> resume making out.
>
> I tell myself that it's SUPPOSED to be this easy. Probably less than
> three
> hours from meet to lay... this is where things started to go pear-shaped.
>
> I do my usual lots of make out, dry humping, making her laugh, pulling
> clothes
> off one at a time, and there's no resistence at any point. Her knickers
> come
> off, my boxers are still on. I finger her until she says "Do you have
> condom?"
> Even though I can barely fit one finger in still, I fetch one, pull off my
> pants, and lose my erection. The one I'd had constantly since meeting
> her.
>
> So I say I'm not ready and she rubs me and sucks me a bit and then more
> heavy
> make out, until I'm hard again. Condom on, she's on top of me... ready to
> enter, but she wants to go underneath. So we switch, and when I am on
> top, Mr
> Schtieffen has LEFT THE BUILDING.
>
> We laugh about it all though, and I finger her some more and she goes back
> on
> top. Hardness returns and we try again... but she's blatently not wet
> enough,
> or something... then I feel a trickle of something warm running out of
> her and
> down my leg. I sniff a sample of it and it's not urine, so I wonder if
> she has
> female ejaculated or something. Either way she's wet enough so we try
> again...
> but no. Then my penis completely gives up.
>
> We rest a little and I look down to see an ocean of blood.
>
> For the second time in a week.
>
> 5 days, 22 hours since the last time, I reckon.
>
> What IS IT with these european girls.
>
> She's embarrased, so I reassure her and whatever, and then re-arrange the
> sheets so we are lying on a fresh part of the quilt cover. We cuddle for
> a
> while and decide to have a shower to get cleaned up. After generously
> soaping
> her lovely lovely tits I turn the shower on the underside of my penis and
> my
> perinium, and remove the encrusted blood from there.
>
> Then we notice the shower basin is filling up with water... red water. I
> fetch
> a wad of toilet paper and delve into the plughole to remove a clump of
> hair
> from the last fifty backpackers to use the shower. Or it could just be
> the
> hairy ape like chinese girl that seems to be reading this over my shoulder
> as I
> write it. We switch off the shower and the basin empties with a gurgle.
> Then
> more heavy makeout in the shower, which is always a favourite of mine
> despite
> the fact that I don't actually enjoy it. She now has cramps, so we go
> back to
> the room. Decide not to replace my boxers as they are also caked with
> blood.
>
> We get back to the room and find Nineteen84 has returned, so I head down
> to
> reception to see if they can rent us a new room in the middle of the
> night.
> They can :) The girl behind the desk laughs at me when I don't know how
> to
> properly say HBpolish's name. Decide not to mention the bloody sheets
> until
> the next morning.
>
> So we make out for another million hours and then sleep a bit. In the
> morning
> she goes to the bathroom, checking herself in the mirror... perhaps in
> case she
> meets another English guy in the hall. As soon as she leaves the room I
> let
> out a whole bunch of enormous farts that I'd had queuing. She takes
> FUCKING
> AGES so I start composing this report in my phone. Her bag is still
> here...
> what the fuck has happened to her. After nearly 20 minutes she opens the
> door.
> She'd forgotten the room number and had to go to reception to find out
> what it
> was. She didn't know my surname and the room didn't have her name on it,
> so it
> took them a while to find it, and they laughed at her :)
>
> I rub her back a bit and we start kissing, but she tastes of old carpet
> and I
> can't avoid pulling a face. She decides to have a cigarette and sits on
> the
> window ledge with it. I'm watching the smoke detector, thinking that the
> thrilling climax to this story could be us causing the evacuation of the
> hostel. Oh, did I mention that a building burned down in Krakov, and the
> school that owns the hostel building had a bomb threat in the morning. So
> probably people would be less impressed if we set the alarm off. But
> fortunately we didn't, and made out some more before going out for
> breakfast.
> She paid for the taxi down this time.
>
> I never cease to amaze myself at how much rapport and trust and comfort I
> can
> build with some girls. Even though there was no actual lay, this was a
> really
> solid close. Not sure when I can see her again though. She helped me
> find a
> nice birthday present for my mum, and took me to see a fire breathing
> dragon,
> before getting on her bus home.
>
> So, no new lay on my PUA progress chart, but I've got the warm fuzzies all
> over
> as I write this, and I can still taste the mango-apple juice that she was
> drinking before I kissed her goodbye.
>
> Also I have a friction burn on the end of my penis, dry-humping for so
> long is
> perhaps not so healthy.
>
> Magnus
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