Sticking to your guns

So this girl I originally met a few weeks back. My close friend that hosts regularly at different clubs introduced me to her. I pull up and he's with two girlies outside. This guy is probably bringing in 2-3 new girls every night as it is his job. Immediately these girls are drawn into our warm and friendly vibe. I'm slightly aloof, but when I do give away my attention it is laser focused. This is how I like to start my nights; absorbing everything around me, but projecting a fun and dominant vibe when I want. And this was the key to the night. Because it was still early, it was literally only our small social circle of people at the booth and the randos in the venue. My importance is placed on inhabiting the world I'm in by trusting my inclinations and following through. This is demonstrated by pulling girl in and making random comments. And generally being interested in people and what they're doing. Creating scenerarios like "hey, I'm going to find you a boyfriend tonight" (also a good way to screen for this kind of thing) and pointing at random dudes and playfully talking shit about them. 

So we're intermittently dancing, but even when the space is apparent ie she's in the booth trapped, I would make it a point to make eye contact and give her a suggestive and challenging look (as if we had a secret going on). Establishing this kind of vibe relies on being able to talk about your environment at complete ease. From there, it's just escalating that banter. This is all good, but she also needs to know that YOU want to fuck her. I make a nonchalant comment of being hot and just taking of all my clothes, and that if we were in my room I would totally do that. She is totally turned on by this as we're both transported there. Isolation projection. I make more sexual comments that are guised in through my low playful tone and close proximity. Giving her just enough to be drawn back in, but not too much to satisfy. I need to keep the heat on until I can get out of here. There are moments when I could have just grabbed her face, but I'm like a predator that knows that it's prey can't get it away. I'm unphased as she's super close to my face but I hold the tension with a slight smirk, like you can't have me yet.

All is well, until she has to leave the venue abruptly due a close friend's family issue. Complete 180 and I remained chill and re centered my focus on rapport until she left. 

We make plans through text and I join her at a comedy bar. Up to this point, text exchanges have been very laconic. There's no need to chase. I'm an intriguing guy and I have things going on in my life. I get to the club and something interesting goes down. This is her world that she's bringing me in- meaning she wants me to have an experience. I am aware of this and this dictates my tone and how I lay back and let HER escalate on me. Anything else would have been incongruent. When the comics ask me a question, I am loud and unwavering. And She is massaging my inner leg. I'm not jumping the gun but letting herself get turned on more. This is apparent when the comic asks her if we're dating and if we've kissed, she replies with a "not yet" but a very girly expectant tone. A mutual friend shows up we kick it. Outside I realize that I need to take reigns of the situation. Another one of Jon's drills come into play, and I speak with absolute silky smooth conviction. I'm projecting at both with authority and warmth- completely in my own body. My friend leaves and we're alone again. Inside I pull her in and she's more carressing in her touch. I tell her we're leaving after one comic and we do. Also, I make it a point to engage the people around me. The girl is never more important than what draws my attention. This is me establishing my rhythm and making her comfortable in me steering this interaction into sexy times. Outside I pull her in. Hold it and grab her face and make out. 

This night ends with us going another bar and then a club where we both end up doing our own thing. I knew two different guys with booths so I was bouncing around, and met some other girls. I became more socially encapsulated, and had seeded a netflix and chill already at her place. No need to force things to go down tonight. This would be reactive and conterintuitive to what kind of experience I wanted ot have that night- a fucking blast.

Fast forward to yesterday. I text her "hey girly, you relaxing tonight" She responds about an event our mutual friend is hosting and also that she just bought new bras  and justs wants to chill tonight. I tell her she should be showing them off, and that my place is way more chill than this place. I'm doing my own thing and I'll be here I say after she asks where I live. What I like about this girl is that when I give her space, she takes control of her sexual life.  She brings up if I have art materials and it builds into me asking how good her posing is. It's a well paced give and take, teasing and sexual innuendos until she tells me she's leaving for mine.

She arrives and is in my doorway. I can tell she is cold and accusingly ask her how she's not an icicle yet while wrapping her up in my arms and giving her a kiss on the lips. I lead her upstairs and am off doing my own thing. We settle onto the couch, catch up. Gawddam this girl has good eye contact. As unwavering as I am, present, she is too. In that alone, you can create a shit ton of tension. This was awesome in the way that we were both weren't ready to fuck each other's brains out yet, and like the title suggests you stick to your guns. The tone of interaction is a concentrated but sustained conviction. I introduce sexiness (overtly) when I tell her I'll show her my nude drawings and she can show me her bra. I get halfway through my sketches when I tell her it's time to lift up her shirt. And boy is she packing. She's petite, french, and looks like Alexa Chung. I hadn't notice how good her boobs were till now. I take time to inspect the bra and the situation is sexual but not. I will take her when I want. 

She asks me if I'm going to draw her. I tell her there's better light in my room. I go ahead and assume this, and she follows suit, slowly. Bla bla bla, she's in my space. We make out and I lift her up and her legs are around me and I throw her on my bed. She's in her bra and panties at this point. Fuck me when she took them out ;) I go down to rip her panties off and enjoy my time down there for a bit. It's dominant in the sense of me pulling her legs into me. More interesting things go down,  as we're both goofy as fuck. But I will say that the breaks were determined by what I wanted. And when I finished her off in the living room it was fucking awesome because she would just glance at my dick and bite her lips or start touching herself. I told her after that I found it hot when a girl goes out of her way to get what she wants. And as we closed off the night I realized it  was still important to fractionate, because these breaks in the conversation gives a girl freedom to be like "I really like fucking you".