Warning, this post is NSFW.
I'm still pretty sick and my mind isn't really working right, so you'll have to excuse how jumbled this is gonna sound. I'm having a hard time focusing and crafting legible sentences, lol.
The biggest takeaway from this weekend? Guys -- we gotta trust in Shannon. Even when it feels like the sub isn't doing anything, we still gotta trust that an individual that knows how to create reality bending silent .mp3s knows what he's doing. My experiences this weekend were so surreal that I'm still having trouble accepting them. I've never been treated so much like a celebrity before. Was making crazy contacts. I already have a job offer from a creative agency (which I'm not gonna take, but still). One of the guys I met this weekend told me that I was the coolest dude he'd ever met, and I've GOT to come visit him. This happened over and over and over. Breaking the ice with other men was as easy as saying, "yo" and dapping them up. If you're in sales or any other job where you have to meet with clients, v2.4 will turn you into a superstar. People WILL love you. People WILL think you're a celebrity. People WILL give you things. The pretty lady running the hotel front desk gave me a discount on my room without asking. She also kept blabbing on about nothing, stumbling over her words and giggling.
But on to what everyone wants to hear about. The fuckin'.
So, the blonde -- who we'll call "K" -- was the first person I met at the marketing event. She's actually the friend of a good colleague of mine, and I'm pretty sure he wanted to fuck her, so I knew I'd have to be careful. But, from the time I met her, there was this really odd, profound connection. I don't know how to describe it -- it felt beyond the "autopilot." More like, an awareness that she was insanely attracted to me. Weird thing is, she didn't seem to be my type, at ALL. She's "light and tight" as RTBoss put it. Rich, blonde trophy wife type. Really dolled up. Quite beautiful, but not someone I would CONSCIOUSLY go for. Really skinny, but somehow still had a great ass. However, she had some amazing feminine energy that stirred something up within me. That first conversation was so weird. The eye contact was insane. For a good 5 minutes, we didn't break eye contact at all. The conversation itself was superficial. I knew in my damn soul that I was going to bust a nut inside this chick.
Anyway, they went on and I started heading around the event, networking. No matter where I went, she kept popping up. And every time, she'd stare directly into my eyes and smile. That kept happening all day. She kept inviting me to her hometown, saying I should check it out. IOI's were insane. At one point, we went to the bar at the hotel together, and she gave me one of the biggest IOIs -- the leg twine, mixed with dangling her shoe off her foot, swinging it toward me. When we talked, it's like everything else vanished. The funny thing is, I wasn't "gaming" her at all. I was literally talking about a bunch of entrepreneur / marketing dork shit. Funnels. Conversion rates. Attrition rates. Upsells. Downsells. And since she's new to the game, everything I was talking about was going over her head, because her responses made NO sense. Clearly, she didn't get what I was saying. Didn't matter. She was hanging off every word.
Nothing ended up happening that night. I don't know she became self-aware of the fact that she was becoming attracted, or if I was taking too long to make a move, but she started avoiding me. That's when the other guy she was with -- who I didn't know -- realized that something was up and informed me that she had just gotten married a few months ago. Had some kids. At that point, I decided that I wasn't going to be that homewrecker. I mean,
WILL SOMEONE PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN?!
Ended up going to bed, but I couldn't get her out of my damn mind. Anyway, the next day, she ended up approaching me and asking if I wanted to grab lunch. Since I knew the area well, I took her to this really good Spanish spot that has a salsa dance floor. While eating, a Bachata song came on. I asked her if she knew what Bachata was. Explained to her that it's a form of latin music and dance -- sorta like the latin version of blues. Told her that the dancing was very sensual. She asked me to show her. I took her on the floor, showed her what I knew (which isn't much, someone in San Diego taught me), but I made sure to put my hands all over her. I'm pretty sure she wanted to bang right then, but I knew I'd have problems with her lil' entourage.
Anyway, we get back to the event and separate again. I end up going to network and had dinner with some millionaires. Afterward, a group of us met by the pool. My colleague brought some ganja and made a damn gravity bong. We all take a hit. While they went off and starting acting crazy, K and I sat down in these loveseats and started chatting. I'm not really sure about what because we were high as fuck, but at one point, I noticed her licking her lips. I'm pretty sure this is by design, but my mind became flooded with images of me rubbing my hands all over her body, going down on her, etc. I mean, HYPER SEXUAL images. And she moved closer and kept giving me IOI's. I knew I had to make a move soon. So, I waited until the guys came back to join us and said I was headed to bed. However, I stopped at the edge of the pool, chatted with another entrepreneur and kept looking back at K, trying to signal her to say she had to go to bed soon. She finally caught my eye and smiled. I broke off the convo with the entrepreneur and headed in. A few moments later, I saw her follow me.
Instinctively took her by the hand and led her to the elevator. Once inside, I just went for it, began kissing her. Words can't express how turned on I was -- I felt like my soul was horny. And I kept feeling pleasurable sensations just from her touching me. I ended up lifting her into the air and pushing her against the elevator wall. She wraps her legs around me tight. I was thinking, THIS SHIT IS NOT REAL. IT'S NOT HAPPENING. We get to the 9th floor. I carry her to my room, still kissing her on her neck. Other marketers (because we had the entire hotel booked) was staring at us, but neither of us gave a damn.
Once I got her in the room, I just stripped her of her clothes and thus because the most primal, animalistic fucking I've ever engaged in. It was like we were just in tune with what the other wanted. She didn't really want the "ravage me" shit. She clearly preferred long, deep lovemaking thrusts. She was whispering all kinds of dirty shit in my ear, was completely lost in the ecstacy. She orgasmed so hard that the only thing she could say was, "help me." Well, I took that literally and thought she wanted me to help her, so I began thrusting harder. That's not what she meant. She was lost in such pleasure that she was asking for "help" in handling it. So, after I sped up, all she could say was "owwwww," but it was clear she didn't want me to stop.
By that time, I was physically and emotionally drained and we were at like round 3, so I was done. Rolled over. She took my arms and wrapped them around her, asked if she could just stay there awhile before I kicked her out, lol. I told her she could stay all night if she wanted (prolly a lil "beta" but whatever).
She went back to her room early in the morning. Kissed me on the way out, asked if I would keep it a secret from our colleagues. I said yea. I didn't really get a chance to say goodbye and I don't think she really wanted that. But, I'm still sitting here thinking about the entire experience. It's like, you can read the story and still won't know how it feels until it happens. It was all so automatic. Felt like a mystical moment in time or some shit.
For those of you worried about falling in love -- I don't think it'l happen. That's... not how I feel about her. I don't even know if I want to see her again. We met, had fun, had great sex... and now it's on to the next one. I'm not sure what made me execute the programming so strongly. I think being pumped up over the marketing event and all the contacts I was making put me in a "success state."
A few years ago, I would've had problems talking to someone that pretty. DMSI is wiping out all of that. I feel my approach anxiety waning. Super eager to see where I'll be in a few months. I'm inclined to run this all the way until v3 is released, and continue running that for a year.
