Okay, I'm kind of new here, but here goes. I've read some of the field reports by some of you guys, and quite frankly, I found them motivating. Some people can handle so much rejection, It's fascinating and in a way, truly inspiring!
Here's my field report, well, you might actually call it "Success Story".
I met this girl from the internet. This is the second time I've done this. The first time, we just became friend.
Well this girl's name was Geneviève (french name). Here's a picture:
http://pictureposter.allbrand.nu/pictures/etienne11/woman/2572182-hra44ow.jpeg
Not sure If we're allowed posting pictures, so I won't. You're just gonna have to check it out by yourself.
Anyhow, we met at my place the first time over. Now I have to be honest (I kind of take pride in being authentic/honest): I was nervous like sh!t.
I made all kind of mind preparation in to this, that I was worth it and all that stuff. But I was still nervous and she noticed. I spoke very quickly and just acted nervously.
Well, we drunk alcohol and watched a movie at my place. Before that I told her of my experiences travelling the world (which are true). I did lie a few times (that was before I dedicated myself to being honest all the time) namely about having published my own comic. I do draw well, but I never published anything.
I did the whole C+F routine and it worked. I started cuddling while we were watching the movie. Then I said I wanted to stroke her back.
Well believe it or not, she allowed me to take her top off. A definite erectile experience. I stroke her back for a while, then when she sat up again, I just started kissing her breasts and touching them to my full satisfaction. They were small but firm, good material.
Well, she spent the night over. For most of the night she stroked her c*** against my co**. I didn't do it however, even though I wanted it. Why? Because I was afraid I wasn't to perform good enough. Should I have? Not sure...
Well, she came back to my place the next time. Can't remember exactly what we did. Bottom line, whe began kissing and she gave me a *******. She was pretty good at it.
Somehow I didn't feel full after that. Maybe it's because I had used so many techniques and strategies I didn't have fun anymore. I was so obsessed with the outcome, I forgot the ride. I felt I had kind of cheated her into sex.
Am I the only one who has ever felt that way?
Etienne
Here's my field report, well, you might actually call it "Success Story".
I met this girl from the internet. This is the second time I've done this. The first time, we just became friend.
Well this girl's name was Geneviève (french name). Here's a picture:
http://pictureposter.allbrand.nu/pictures/etienne11/woman/2572182-hra44ow.jpeg
Not sure If we're allowed posting pictures, so I won't. You're just gonna have to check it out by yourself.
Anyhow, we met at my place the first time over. Now I have to be honest (I kind of take pride in being authentic/honest): I was nervous like sh!t.
I made all kind of mind preparation in to this, that I was worth it and all that stuff. But I was still nervous and she noticed. I spoke very quickly and just acted nervously.
Well, we drunk alcohol and watched a movie at my place. Before that I told her of my experiences travelling the world (which are true). I did lie a few times (that was before I dedicated myself to being honest all the time) namely about having published my own comic. I do draw well, but I never published anything.
I did the whole C+F routine and it worked. I started cuddling while we were watching the movie. Then I said I wanted to stroke her back.
Well believe it or not, she allowed me to take her top off. A definite erectile experience. I stroke her back for a while, then when she sat up again, I just started kissing her breasts and touching them to my full satisfaction. They were small but firm, good material.
Well, she spent the night over. For most of the night she stroked her c*** against my co**. I didn't do it however, even though I wanted it. Why? Because I was afraid I wasn't to perform good enough. Should I have? Not sure...
Well, she came back to my place the next time. Can't remember exactly what we did. Bottom line, whe began kissing and she gave me a *******. She was pretty good at it.
Somehow I didn't feel full after that. Maybe it's because I had used so many techniques and strategies I didn't have fun anymore. I was so obsessed with the outcome, I forgot the ride. I felt I had kind of cheated her into sex.
Am I the only one who has ever felt that way?
Etienne
