George Gordon
Banned
Though I gave up studying SS over half a year ago, it was an underlining ‘theme’ last Friday, Halloween. I was at a house party, sitting at the kitchen table, squinting with a downcast and pensive wrinkled eyebrow expression on, trying to keep myself from falling asleep, exhausted from a long night at a club earlier, when this girl comes up to me whom I’d had a brief conversation with earlier. As it turns out, I had never met a woman who talked so seductively—unless it was a complete coincidence, but I think I’d sooner win the lottery by finding a ticket on the ground.
As she began to talk, I noticed while she talked about her last weekend (being at a party, in a non-sociable mood), she was pacing my exact mood and circumstance. She continued to talk, and my eye contact locked on, in ‘trance’ I might almost admit (perhaps with a slovenly doggy-dinner bowl look), as she began to start leading my state to a different place.
I hadn’t even thought about SS in months until I realized what she was doing was so familiar. She had my curiosity when it struck me she was seducing me, so subtly. And I let her carry on, just to see what else she had up her sleeve.
Basically, she had every base covered; she knew the progression: comfort, attraction, and sexual acceleration. Very interesting. It seemed innate, natural like she wasn’t even conscious of it. She pressed all the right buttons. No patterns, but through her personal stories. Her experience. How she lead my thoughts. This woman knew how to instinctively relate, communicate, and connect.
Either women are excellent seductresses when they want to be or I was irresistibly attractive sitting there like a lone romantic hero, because about half a dozen women came-on to me, or hinted (you know brushing up against me as they sling there jackets over the back of MY chair: sorry, excuse me). Gawd! These women just don’t want to leave you alone when you sit down for half an hour to recuperate, spending some time figuring out what you need to do during the weekend.
!GEORGE GORDON!
As she began to talk, I noticed while she talked about her last weekend (being at a party, in a non-sociable mood), she was pacing my exact mood and circumstance. She continued to talk, and my eye contact locked on, in ‘trance’ I might almost admit (perhaps with a slovenly doggy-dinner bowl look), as she began to start leading my state to a different place.
I hadn’t even thought about SS in months until I realized what she was doing was so familiar. She had my curiosity when it struck me she was seducing me, so subtly. And I let her carry on, just to see what else she had up her sleeve.
Basically, she had every base covered; she knew the progression: comfort, attraction, and sexual acceleration. Very interesting. It seemed innate, natural like she wasn’t even conscious of it. She pressed all the right buttons. No patterns, but through her personal stories. Her experience. How she lead my thoughts. This woman knew how to instinctively relate, communicate, and connect.
Either women are excellent seductresses when they want to be or I was irresistibly attractive sitting there like a lone romantic hero, because about half a dozen women came-on to me, or hinted (you know brushing up against me as they sling there jackets over the back of MY chair: sorry, excuse me). Gawd! These women just don’t want to leave you alone when you sit down for half an hour to recuperate, spending some time figuring out what you need to do during the weekend.
!GEORGE GORDON!