I deflower my first 22 year old Lithuanian ballerina
July 9, 2013 33 Comments
Since I first committed myself to the Game I had a goal in mind. At first it was nebulous and difficult to articulate but as time passed and experience was gained I started to see patterns in the girls I go for and what I want from them. Each man has his preferences and mine is very clearly towards this:
Deep conversion of a young, chaste and sweetly feminine girl
That’s it, that’s my Holy Grail. I’m not going to turn down globetrotting models or large-breasted strippers nor will I deny occasionally trawling the streets for a grot-fuck with a lost tourist but those are the side orders. My real motivation is a very particular type of catch. I guess I’m feeding my affection needs and persuading myself when the time is right to settle with a girl I can get what I want. In this respect this girl and the previous girl represent my crowning achievements so far.
It begins in Vilnius when I’m relaxing in a pizza restaurant after a heavy day of number farming. I’m worn out. Tom is out on a date somewhere so I’m just shovelling a pepperoni pizza down my neck and then make my way home. As I come up the steps onto the street outside the restaurant a girl strides past that triggers a full DNA-pull. It’s 9pm, dusk, and I can’t be bothered but I’ve learned not to ignore the blood-bubble so I open.
Super strong hook immediately. We chat five minutes then I bounce her to the nearest cafe. Sitting in a booth it all goes effortlessly so I can tease her, build rapport, everything. She uses her dictionary to tell me our meeting was “fate”. I’ve caught the right girl at the right time in her life. After an hour I kiss her outside and let her go. It now becomes a long girlfriend experience…..
First date is in another cafe after her work. Within ten minutes she’s behind my chair massaging my back so I misconstrue this as being “on”, walking her to my apartment but she gets isolation anxiety and won’t come up. We spend ten minutes sitting on a bench outside until she finally agrees. An hour of chatting, facebook photos, youtube and then I finger her to her first ever orgasm. Bloody hell she’s sexual. Great fun. This is where she tells me she’s never been with a man. I’m grinning like a wanking Jap.
Second date is a walk around a big park where she’s literally singing and dancing with joy. She frollicks off into the trees and returns with flowers for her hair. It’s the sweetest most adorably feminine behaviour I’ve witnessed all year. She’s just glowing with pleasure, reciting Russian love poems, and hanging off my arm. I deliberately back off on the escalation. Girls, if you want to know how to catch a man this is it. Everything about her energy was pulling me towards her, giving me warm feelings and bringing out my more noble intentions.
Third date I’m laid up with ‘flu. She comes around my apartment for four or five hours to look after me and we watch The Dictator. I finger her to orgasm again but I’m physically not up for sex so don’t push further. She takes me to the airport the next afternoon and we move onto Skype for Long Game. Were I a normal man I’d be in love already.
There’s the usual Skype chats. I run rapport, give her teasing nicknames, gradually extract sexy photos from her and do all the usual future projection. She’s a thoughtful girl who is unhappy with the current direction of her life. I’m her shining beacon of happiness and adventure to escape the daily grind. A month later I’m back in Lithuania with her my top target to knock over. I’m not pushing fast because I enjoy the chase. She gets a Little Miss Giggles book.
Fourth date is coffee, park and brief stop-off in my apartment. Finally I’m ready for the big move on the fifth date. We end up back at my place late evening and I just go for it – lead lead lead. She accepts everything without a trace of LMR. I can see she’s quivering in fear (she later tells me she’d believed sex was much more painful than it turned out). I’m realising that often LMR occurs when you push faster than her timetable is comfortable with. A more drawn-out seduction is less likely to trigger it.
It interests me that even a girl with zero experience with men can immediately adapt to the sex. Within two minutes she’d thrown herself into it – screaming, gasping, moaning – and didn’t mind being rag-dolled around at all. Figuring that she’s just happy to follow my lead I do her quite rough and cum in her mouth to finish. Then we lie in bed to let all that oxytocin bubble through her system. During the interview she says things like:
“My whole body is like hot jelly now”
“I never liked men touching me. But there’s something about your touch, it makes me lose control”
I’m so pleased with myself. Only the day before I’d closed a similar girl. So I’ve just knocked off my top two targets for the trip. The next day she bumps into me while I’ve got the other girl on my arm…. and she doesn’t even mention it. It would seem both girls don’t feel entitled to exclusivity.
- If you don’t need to rush a girl, don’t rush. Feeding your ego by pushing for the quickest possible lay can lose the girl or cheapen the experience.
- Nothing works better on a chaste girl than to spike her attraction and then burrow deep into her soul with deep rapport. I needed very little douchebag game here.
- She may be inexperienced and directionless for sex but she still has the same raging hormones as the sluttier girls. Work the hindbrain, lead…. and she’ll follow.