“Furthermore, pursuit and conquest were as important to him as sex itself.” -- Michael Barber, The Captain, the Life and Times of Simon Raven.
One can never really prepare successfully for a novel sexual encounter. Activities of this sort depend entirely on fortuitous circumstances. However, with that being said, it must also be emphasized that there are certain marks that develop in the scheme of things and in such a way as to make the opportunity ripe for the plucking. The pre-eminent rule in situations such as these is to make yourself universally liked. Now, of course, this has as much to do with those uncontrollable aspects of appearance and deportment as it does with other malleable elements such as speech and dress, but experience has shown that one can become master of the room by simply cajoling those around you into a discussion which is centered entirely on yourself. It is therefore important that you do not talk about facts that have no bearing on you personally. Thus when the lady enters the room she will find herself to be attracted almost immediately and inexorably to yourself. It is at this stage that you must redouble your efforts at being charming, witty, and, most importantly, slyly detached from the moment. You do not want to appear too eager to please and impress. Hopefully, by this time, if you have played your cards right, those around you will be busy doing this sort of work for you on your behalf, whether or not they are aware of it.
A personal example will help to illustrate my point. One evening, feeling rather bored, I decided to travel to the local casino and try my hand at poker. I did everything to make myself universally liked. I played friend to those seated next to me, and did everything I could to please the dealer with the manner of my play. But let it also be said that I was at all times convinced that everyone around me was nothing more than a brute, and so they were. Never let that deter you. Your success in life depends not on your own sense of your personal worth, but rather on the estimation given it by those around you.
I had not planned to meet someone this night. I was simply interested in playing poker. But then, totally unexpectedly, a voluptuous brunette of about 30 in a short black dress came and seated herself at the table. She had very few chips to play and was drinking white wine. She was in a very happy mood and seemed very eager to make talk with everyone at the table. The old saps were of course extremely excited by her entrance. Perhaps emboldened by the booze, they began importuning her in all the wrong ways, such as with crude suggestions and vile remarks. The only thought that crossed my mind was that they cannot seriously be entertaining the hope of winning her to bed, or else they would not dream of being so blunt in their desire for carnal pleasure. The younger fellows, on the other hand, were even more hopelessly doomed. Rather than stare at her as the old chumps did, their eyes were made to dart back and forth, scanning her up and down feverishly, which I thought infinitely more disconcerting than the behavior of the old louts. And then, when summoning up the courage to speak, they would often stammer and gesticulate nervously, which also struck me as somewhat off-putting. Finally, by degrees, the attention was shifted on myself, as I knew it would be.
I cannot recount with exactness just how the conversation developed, but I do remember the lines she used which indicated to me that she was interested. At one point, she referred to me as “Superman,” and hinted that I might have on my hero outfit and cape under my shirt. This comment was prompted by the thick tortoise-shell frames I had on. Now, ordinarily, when I am seeking a sexual encounter, I do not wear my glasses, because I believe it makes me look bookish. I find this to be true of most people who go out in the evenings. Most of my friends, for example, all wear prescription glasses to work and at home; but when we go out socially in the evening, we all put in our contacts. This has never been the subject of a candid discussion, but it is something that I cannot help but notice. In any event, after paying me this rather nice compliment, and without asking me if I would like another, she then proceeded to order me another Heineken from the cocktail waitress who was making her rounds. The conversation thereafter took a decidedly different turn. Every comment directed to myself was preceded by a sort of disclaimer, such as when the dealer wanted to ask me what I did for a living, he prefaced it by stating, “I am not trying to hit on you, but...” I knew at this moment that I was master of the room.
At all times I played it extremely cool and unexcited. I would smile at her compliments and respond with playful terseness to her inquiries. I would engage the others in conversation, and structure the discussion in such a way as to make me the center of attention. When she finally got up to use the restroom, I was congratulated by all on my success. Even the dealer leaned over and whispered to me, “Good luck with that”; and by God, I still to this day remember the extreme considerateness with which this comment was delivered. And these compliments, I must say, were very much well deserved. She was a beauty. She was fleshy, but not fat. Her breasts were large and she herself was rather short. Her nails were very well manicured, and she had on sparkling jewelry, such as diamond rings and a platinum watch. Her skin was also very nicely toned. She indicated earlier that she was in town just for the night, and that she was staying in the hotel at the casino. When she returned, she declared that she must now be heading up to her hotel room. I motioned to follow, and she immediately began collecting her chips and making for the exit. Upon leaving the poker room, she stopped, turned around, and waited for me.
Now, what follows is typical of situations such as these, and so I shall endeavor to include in my account certain advice which I believe is essential for these sort of encounters. When we were finally alone, and making for the cashier’s stand, she turned to me and said, somewhat prudishly, “I don’t know that I want you to come up with me. I usually don’t do this.” I responded by saying, “Let me just walk you to your room.” Without a moment’s pause, she obliged, and we continued on. A wrong move at this juncture could well have cost me everything. You should not ever accommodate or share in her misgivings, if in fact they are such. This will turn her off completely. However, on the other hand, you also do not want to seem too desperate or aggressive either. This will also work to turn her against you. A perfect response in a spot like this would be something like, “let me just see you home,” or “let me just see that you’re all right.”
Anyway, these walks to the room are always entertaining for me. The people you encounter look at you with such longing. The men are especially inquisitive in their looks, and the women distinctly curious. They all stop to hold the doors open for you, and let you be the first to enter and exit the elevators. They treat you as the master of the room. When we finally made it to the room, we made straight for the bed. This is extremely common. It is never a good sign if the woman wishes to avoid the bedroom. When we entered the bedroom, the girl did as most girls do, which is flop onto the bed and make like she was fast asleep. Of course, the girl is completely awake; she is simply waiting to see what you do. This is perhaps the most crucial step in the entire play. A wrong move here could cost you everything and work to turn her against you. What you should avoid at all costs is trying to plead with her. Do not ever attempt to persuade her by words; action at this stage is king. Now, you do not want to rush things, but you should be direct in your attack. The best thing to do is reach for her privates, slowly caressing and massaging it. Gradually, you will see her legs spread and her body move towards you. You want at this stage to begin undressing yourself, and then her. Gently kiss her breasts. Do not try to kiss her on the mouth. A woman you have just met should not be kissed on the mouth. Only girls deeply in love with you enjoy this sort of thing, although I myself have never been particularly fond of it.
Now, in caressing her privates, you will be able to discern whether or not it is pleasant down there. If it is, then you should proceed to kiss her down there. All women vary. Some prefer the finger, and some the tongue. Their responses to your caresses will help to determine which the girl prefers. You should follow their lead. If they grab and hold tight to the top of your head, and cling to your hair, then that means that you should continue with the tongue. If, however, they insist on guiding your finger, then you should instead proceed with that. This sort of thing should last for about 10 or 15 minutes. She will become increasingly excited by all of this. At this point you should make for your privates and insert it into hers. That is all there is to it. The most important point to this story is that you should not lead with your privates. Once you succeed in exciting her, she will be unable to deny you. It is therefore imperative that you always begin with hers.
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The particular circumstances of my encounter with the lady at the casino are rather interesting. First of all, she is the first “squirter” I have ever experienced. Indeed, there is no other experience quite like it. An orgasm for these women results in a violent discharge from their privates shooting up and across the room by sometimes as much as 3 to 4 feet in distance. You cannot avoid getting soaked, and nor can the bed. On this particular night, our rompings together caused her to orgasm several times, and the result was that there was not one spot of the bed that was either dry or warm. For a while, she would leave and rest on the carpet floor, panting heavily. I would say to her to come back, she would oblige, and we would continue on, causing her to discharge still more. By the end of the night, it felt as though someone had wetted the entire bed.
Another thing that struck me was how playful and yet aggressive she was. During sex, she would bite me and scratch all along my back. I remember that the marks were visible for several days afterwards, which caused me some discomfort in covering up from my professional life. She was also extremely playful, such as I had never seen before. During our short breaks, she would drink from her water bottle, and then splash a little on me, which caused me almost to lose my erection. She would giggle at this, and then make for my privates, stroking it and giving me oral. The next morning, I rose early, as I always do, and made for my exit. She raised her head, thanked me for the sex, and insisted on my giving her my number. She gave me her phone and had me enter my number. I asked her if she remembered my name, and she said that she had not. I then asked if “Superman” would do, and she said that that would be okay.
