#970 still in the picture

So you may remember #970 from last year (a few posts below). We’ve been seeing each other a few times a week. She’s a real minx, absolutely great body, fun all around, and a good cook, the sex is well above average. I tied her up last week. She loved it. I’m trying to give her a vaginal orgasm (she’s never had one). I fucked her against a tree, in the snow, overlooking the Hudson River, on New Years Day. Good stuff.

It’s an odd affair. For the first time in my life I’ve been seeing someone on a regular basis, in which I have “feelings” for (the girl is a real gem, kind hearted, loving, nurturing, all that girly stuff), but haven’t said so, and won’t, and have no desire to be exclusive, and haven’t said a word about “relationships”, or “dating”, or “exclusivity”, or none of that stuff that I once would have bantered out with no foresight. We call each other “lovers”. She knows I run up on other girls on the street (she asked me point blank, I answered point blank) and still we see each other, and she doesn’t ask about anything. No “So, are you seeing anyone else?” or “So, where is this heading?”.

And what’s really changed in me is the fact that even though I do like this girl a bunch, if she would happen say to me “I’m outa here!”…I’d be sad for sure, but because I know I’ve got this skill now, that I can most certainly leave the house and within a week find another Minx… well, it frees up the fear that I used to feel about loss, rejection, and loneliness.

So it’s a liberating condition. Choice, true abundance, is knowing that you have options, or the potential for options, and you don’t fear the loss of one particular lover (however sad it is for us to part from someone we’ve come to have feelings for).

Lay report

Ok, after three dates with #970 finally we do the deed.

We met at Brooklyn Bowl in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. She invited me out for a benefit for survivors of a band that was shot and killed (yea, the entire band) last week, by one of it’s former members. This place is huge, with a bowling alley, stage, restaurant, several bars, and a lounge area that can hold like 100 or so.

She bought tickets ahead of time, and waits in line while I run a tad bit late. I arrive just as she’s getting up to the door, cheekily thanking her for holding my spot. We get in and I buy the first and only round, since this resourceful girl has brought a handful of Jack Daniel’s mini-bottles of whiskey, that we surreptitiously dump in our glasses as we drink.

Being such a large venue affords us the opportunity to bounce around. First to the restaurant where we eat a quick bite, then to the stage area where we listen to bands play. At the restaurant we run into an old friend of mine from the fashion photography world and his gorgeous, stunner model girlfriend (a little social proof there), then as we get to the audience in front of the stage I turn around and see none other than #1007, a short Indian American girl I had number closed not 5 hours before. Awkward but hilarious. It was, however, a tad bit uncomfortable for a few minutes, until we decided to leave and walk toward her apartment in Greenpoint.

At her apartment she pulls out the Jazz tunes, and beer, and we go about flirting the night away, I escalating verbally a lot, and pushing her away as much as possible. Nothing really worked, however, until after we go to bed and in the middle of the night I make some moves and finally the deed is done.

And rightfully so because this girl has an amazing body that only reveals itself to its fullest reality once she’s shed those damn clothes.

She’s a keeper. Hopefully, if I play my cards right, in rotation. A lovely creature, lot’s of fun and sexy as hell.

Lay report (Oct 4)

Why you should NEVER delete a number.

So, all the way back on May 7th I Yad stopped this gorgeous 23 year old stylish, exotic looking girl near Union Square. The stop was a bit hacked (it was only #31) but she stopped and after just a few sentences of conversation said “Walk with me over here to Starbucks”. I declined (if that happened today I’d take her up on the offer), and instead pushed for a number. Since I had only just begun I wasn’t expecting anything solid from it, just a practice run and a flakey number.

To my surprise the text messages hit and she was responsive, but owning to the fact that she lived in a western state, and was leaving the next day, there wasn’t much in the way of logistical possibilities in meeting up with her. We texted here and there for the remaining time she was in the city and I actually put her off the one night she was still in town so as to not seem needy and whatnot. So we texted bantered for a few more days, and then the trail went cold.

Now, in the interim, I was curious what this girl did for a living. I knew she was a model, but I didn’t know that she was a FETISH model, and didn’t remember how gorgeous she really was. After a moment of googling, sure enough there she was in all her fetishistic and modelistic glory. Really stunning. I’d say a HB9.

Over the course of the next 5 months, however, I’d hear from her on occasion, or I’d ping her to see when she was next in New York. Then last week out of the blue she texts. “I’ll be in NYC from the 28th-8th.” And with it she send a photo of her new red heals she’s bought. Not sure if it was a mass text or not but I respond anyway (of course!) and we set a date.

We meet in a cafe just south of Union Square at 4pm. This was a fall back meeting time and day as she was shooting the day we were initially supposed to meet and she had mentioned being later than usual, so I cancelled as I’m still feeling under the weather. More non-neediness on my part I guess.

At the cafe she’s shy, non-engaging, but I just act my normal self and ask her questions and try to remember to assumption stack and tease when I can, and talk about how much I love New York, and generally try to stay positive. It goes ok and we leave after an hour or so and take a long walk through the park, then up to Madison Square Park, then across town, then back down to Union Square Park where we meet up with my wing Felix at a bar for a shot and chit chat.

(Oh, and along the walk I used some classic Oscar lines and some other good teases and challenges and disqualifications, like “Oh my god I already see us getting a divorce” and “NOOOOO!” as a skeptical response but in this very typical Oscar voice that I’ve finely honed over the years).

One shot or over priced whiskey and we jet down to another bar on Bleecker Street in Nolita, running into this stunning blond artist that I Yad stopped and number closed (but flaked) a few weeks before, but I couldn’t remember her name and made it pretty apparent.

Ok, so now we’re at the second spot and our date is now maybe 3 hours long and we’re sitting closer but I’m not doing too much kino because I can tell this girl is shy and a bit jumpy, but with every move I make (putting my arm behind her, touching her arm, touching her hip) she moves closer, so I know it’s on, eventually. She calls a gorgeous blond friend who lives nearby to keep my wing busy and she doesn’t fail at that. Then another friend of my wing shows and now we have a party sitting in the corner getting all chatty and giddy and the girls are doing twerks on strange women in the bar.

So then I have to piss. I lean in and say, “I gotta piss, but when I come back I may try to kiss you”. So a little classic Tom T (that’s his right?). Only when I get done pissing I see an old friend sitting by the toilet, a girl with lovely breasts who’m I had a sexy hot tub make out with about a year previously. We talk for a bit and reconnect and I get back to the party but I’ve pretty much forgotten about my comment so that must have either confused her or turned her on, either way I don’t know.

So, it gets around 10pm and now were all hungry but my wing leaves and his friend stays to keep the blond busy and I’ve escalated by this point to casual kiss on the neck and shoulder and grabbing her waist and stomach and getting very touchy feely with my hands, and with each grab she moves closer but then I back off a bit (Push/Pull) and make it like it’s no big deal. We move next door to a restaurant and eat Italian and more talk and more kino. Pay the bill, and leave, standing outside talking, saying goodbyes.

Now, my friend is leaving, and so is the blond, going they’re separate ways. And it’s late now, like 11:30, and I’m tired and still a bit sickly with a cold and I’m thinking I’ll head home, and see this girl again this weekend (already planted seeds for second date, dealt with logistics, etc). And I say, “Well I’m gonna get out of here” very matter of factly, and she says “No really?! Come have one more drink with me. I’m buying” and the way she said it spoke volumes about what she was thinking.

So across the street to a different bar and we’re now sitting there on a lovely sofa and she’s got her head on my shoulder and I’m caressing her inner thighs and kissing her neck and just about everything besides making out and finally I say “Ok I gotta piss” and turn to her and we start making out. Damn that girl can kiss.

To the toilet, then back, and we talk for a few more minutes.

Ok, now time for the pull. I’m like thinking, fuck it, this girl is ready. We’re making out and she’s moaning, and tensing up as she leans into me, like some girls do when they’re horny and trying to control themselves. I kiss her then slightly push her away. Then kiss, then push away and start talking again about what we were talking about, which was Polyamory (she’s polyamorous) and non-monogomous relationships (she’s in one) and my experience with it all, etc. Really good rapport stuff.

It’s about 12:30am. We’ve finished our drinks. I grab my phone and stand up and say “come on” and move toward the door. She stands and collects her things and follows close behind me. I grab her hand and lead her out the door onto Bleecker Street and toward the Bowery. She says “Where are we going?” I say, “To watch my cat do backflips”. She says, “I didn’t know you had a cat”. HAHAHA. I grab a cab, give him directions, and away we go. No LMR, no rationalizations, just into my apartment, and soon there after into my bed.

A lovely end to a lovely day.

Oct 6 Update. Today we did it again. And it was even better 😉

Lay report (Aug 14)

Last night I enjoyed only my second horizontal experience derived from a Yad stop. It was with approach #495, the petite, absolutely gorgeous 25 year old I met on Mott just after consuming a cupcake.

If you read this post you’ll see notes on the approach and the first date.

For our second date we met at a small Vietnamese restaurant on the LES in Manhattan. She had indicated several times over text the previous week that she had an early start the day after our planned Burlesque date, and I assured her that she would “get home early and safe”. I figured this was a form of disqualification and took the pressure off somewhat, like I wasn’t going to push for anything. However I sort of knew it was on regardless, I was just playing along trying to be the fun, easy going guy.

After dinner we walked over to the bar hosting the burlesque show. On our way I lifted her up (she weights 96lbs, or so she claims), and she wrapped her legs around my waist and we made out while I squeezed her ass. I could have walked her home then and there.

We were a bit early at the bar and the spot was dead, but we stayed and drank whiskey and talked about this and that, making out here and there, lots of teasing, spikes and rapport (although I noticed that I was all attraction spikes and had to “be real” for a moment here and there otherwise she might think I was all about the sex … hehe). A few drinks in and my wing showed up with his buddy, but without dates as he had promised and there I was with this stunning girl and these two dudes drooling over her. I was almost afraid to leave her alone and go piss. My friend and usual wing was a bit drunk and I think didn’t have his ethical compass and started gaming her in his oh so subtle manner which I could see was having an effect. An interesting moment at one point with a little tension.

Anyhoo the burlesque started and we sat there drinking and watching lovely ladies strip off their clothes and she’s all like “She’s hot, I’d fuck her” and we talk about her bisexuality (I attract the bi girls) and threesomes and whatnot.

The entire night I had barely mentioned her curfew and early rise time in the morning, but she kept looking at her watch for the time and mentioning that she needed to be home by midnight. Now, my thinking was that either she was telling me to escalate quicker and get her to her or my house soon, or this was a signal that it wasn’t going to happen tonight. I just made an educated guess based on her vibe and the tenor our our conversation and said “Ok, well, pay your bill let’s get you that reading material”.

Now, the “reading material” was a seed I had planted earlier in the night regarding a conversation we’d had on our first date. She works out of the city by about an hour, and is always looking for good reading material for the train. I suggested that she choose some good books from my collection (I have a lot of books) and forgot all about the conversation until we met at the restaurant where I recognized a good set up for getting her to my place at one point either tonight or another night. Since she was flying to LA the following night I knew I had to get her to my place that night, or wait another week for my chance.

So, sitting at the bar waiting for the burlesque show to begin she mentions it again, and I’m like “We’ll get you a good book before you fly. What time do you fly out?” She says 6pm the next night. I say, “Ok I’ll have to get you something by then. We’ll work it out” with a cheeky smile. I could sense that she was receptive to, essentially, coming to my house and picking the book herself, that was the underlying feeling I got.

Yea, this is all a bit odd and strange for a rationalization of getting her to my house but it seemed to work, for as soon as I said “Pay the bill, lets get out of here” (all the drinks were on her, btw) she turned to the bartender and raised her hand without even a suggestion of resistance.

We finally pay the bill and I give my buddies a look of “Get bent, look who’s going home with this little beauty” and we head for a cab and jump in and before long were at my house where I give her the tour and show her some books and find one I think she’ll love and say, “Well then I’ll call you a car now so you can get home at a reasonable time” while lifting her up and throwing her on the bed, pinning her and making out, groping and whatnot. She loved it. We make out and there’s some LMR in the form of “No no I have to get home if I take off my pants I’ll never leave” but I don’t usually have an issue with that kind of stuff (I’m good at push/pull at this point, not so much on the street).

So there you go.

Lay report (July 9)

This past Sunday during my bootcamp with Yad and Andy I had an instant date with a tall, cute 22 year old. That instant date turned into drinks and dinner last night, and that turned into a lovely time in my apartment. She came so many times we lost track. It was some good fun. So my first lay from a Yad stop. It’s a new day.

(Update: we had sex again and it was another lovely time)