It was a survival guide for regular guys to live, get laid and get a girlfriend (if you want) in the devastated ruins of the sexual revolution…
I'd created an “Owner’s Manual” for a woman’s most important erogenous zone…
Her Mind & Her Imagination
It took me a few weeks to put my “Manual” to the test…
A few weeks to run into her again…
The beautiful brunette in the tight yoga pants…
The girl I thought had been flirting with me but who had SCREAMED to protect her reputation when I stupidly made the wrong move…
I was smarter this time…
I saw her in a park near where I live in tight pants and an industrial-strength sports bra creating an epic canyon of cleavage…
She had her mat laid out… her fantastic ass in the air as she held Downward Facing Dog.
I made sure not to get too close… not to approach her and say something stupid like some pickup artist…
I sat down on a bench 10-feet away and admired her astonishing body…
I imagined my tongue on that little spot where her hip and leg connected…
She was glistening with sweat when she finished what she was doing and looked my way…
There was a moment of recognition… a moment where she wasn’t sure what to do… a moment of… apology?
A moment when things could go very right or very, very wrong…
I took a deep breath.
I felt dizzy, scared like I was jumping off a bridge and I wasn’t sure if the bungie cord was tight… but in a totally casual tone, I said it…
The Lust Mirror phrase I’d discovered.
My wrists itched suddenly, flashing back to the feeling of handcuffs…
But I knew it worked…
When her pupils dilated…
When her nipples hardened…
When her hips tilted towards me…
When she smiled…
She wiggled over to me… sat down on the bench to put her shoes on…
Inches away so I could feel her heat… inhale that intoxicating smell of her.
She forgot to tie her shoes as we talked for almost an hour, in low voices like lovers… Me whispering the little tricks and techniques I’d created, her inching closer and closer until her foot hooked around mine like a hug or an invitation…
And then she made the move…
Her hand on my thigh… her lips against mine… her tongue snaking its way into my mouth, her body writhing against me desperate to have me inside.
In the hours we spent together I took control of her fantasies…
Whispered naughty words in her ear that made goosebumps rise on her back…
Stroked her ego, teased her, made her feel feminine and open and vulnerable and safe to unleash her passion with no fear of being judged or rejected …
And in return she surrendered everything to me…
She tore down all her walls… opened herself to me… begged to fulfill my fantasies (and me to fulfill hers)…
Gave me intense pleasure again and again that lit every cell of my body on fire and left me exhausted and satisfied and happy and feeling like a man in a way I never thought I could feel.
At one point she gasped “I love you” as she came… I knew she didn’t mean it. I knew she meant she loved how I was making her feel… she loved that she could completely be a woman with me.
The next morning we woke up in a tangle of damp sheets and smiles…
“I don’t know what came over me,” she sighed as she stretched contentedly…
“I’m not a slut or anything, you know. I don’t usually do that sort of thing. There was just something irresistible about you. I couldn’t help myself.”
I smiled wolfishly at her excuse. Grabbed her ass. Thought about when I’d let her get it again.