My First Free Local Sex Experience

A lot of guys that I know consider me the authority on the so-called free local sex sites. They always talk about how to find free sex online. They always ask me questions regarding strategies on finding pussy nearby. They come to me because they think that I'm this fucking guru of online adult dating in general.

 

I mean, it's very flattering, but it really also gets annoying quickly. I mean, nobody has all the answers, okay? Let's just get that out of the way. And if you think that you are going to get the answers from me, chances are quite good that the only reason why you think whatever I said is satisfactory, is because you actually read into my answer the type of information you're looking for.

 

In other words, you already have some sort of rough idea as to the kind of answer you're looking for, you're just going through the motions. This is just an empty ritual, but hey, I play along. I mean, I got nothing else better to do. Plus, I also believe in going along to get along.

 

So I just dish out generic advice, you know, like, "Hey, eat her pussy, massage her clit, poke around for the g-spot. If you detect changes in her breathing pattern, you're getting closer to the g-spot." That kind of shit. Stuff that you fucking probably have read on Penthouse Forum or some other fine adult erotic publication.

 

Anyway, I feel like a fraud when I do that shit. It's not because I intended to defraud people. It's not because I intend to actually mislead them. It's not because my advice is completely worthless. I've had many guys who come back to me and tell me that they've gotten their dicks sucked or assholes eaten out by random chicks because of the advice I've given them. So I know that this shit works. Still, I feel like an impostor or some sort of fraud because it doesn't really square with my first local sex finder experience.

 

My first local sex finder experience involved Daniela. Daniela was this hot Italian-American teacher who worked at the corner elementary school near my condo. I live in this complex that had a weird parking arrangement with the local school district, and we basically have to walk about a hundred yards to get to the parking spot.

 

At first it was annoying, but eventually, I got used to it. It actually got to the point where I'd looked forward to it because it was great, daily exercise. I mean, a hundred yards is a hundred yards. I'll take whatever exercise I can get.

 

Anyway, one day I was going through the parking lot and I saw this chick that looked like Monica Belucci. I mean, she was fucking hot. Monica Belluci, of course, is a famous, talented actress with big ass tits, an amazing face, and beautiful black hair.

 

I was beside myself, but I finally got my game together at the last second and I decided to drop my keys. That was a sure-fire way of getting her attention. She turned and I dropped my keys and I made sure to make eye contact and I smiled.

 

She then bounced that signal to me by smiling back. And I cracked a couple of jokes and all through that experience I was trying to figure out how do I say the right words at the right time so I can see those tits right up in my face. I want to smother myself with those tits. What the fuck do I need to do?

 

So in this experience, I already learned that tricks can work. Dropping your keys to draw her attention, smiling with direct eye contact. These work. But these work in many other contexts as well. It's not like I'm playing out my personal Ferdinand Magellan fantasy, discovering the Philippines, and circumnavigating the globe here. This is nothing new.

 

What followed next was where it became rough. I was telling her, "yeah, you know, if you'd like to meet up sometime, I'd love to show you my lasagne." And right then and there, her eyes got as big as plates. And you can tell that in that conversation there was a fork in the road.

 

It could have easily ended badly. It could have easily been fucking sexual harassment, but that was the point. When you say shit like that, it's supposed to mix things up because it can go either way.

 

I consider myself a good cook and I bake a mean lasagne. Whether you're into vegetarian lasagne or all meat lasagne, I'm there. I'm on it. And she said, "sure."

 

I got her number and the big challenge for me was I wanted to do this date like a local sex finder date. Do you know what I'm talking about? I'm not talking about like lighting up a candle, printing out a special customized menu for you and her, making the dessert, making the salad, making sure that your condo is dimly lit and there's some incense burning in the background and possibly the Marvin Gaye song called "Let's Get It On" playing in the background. But I said fuck all that shit. This is going to be a local sex finder fucking experience.

 

This is where things went off the rails because she was expecting a traditional date and I was expecting to quickly get in between those big old titties. So how the fuck do we square those two expectations? And this is where the real lesson came in. It's all about tacking.

 

If you've ever sailed a boat, you would understand that you cannot sail the boat directly to the beach. That's not going to happen because you're not going to have any power. The wind doesn't move necessarily towards the beach. You have to tack your way there. So you're basically zigzagging your sails to push the boat in the right direction.

 

In the same way, I had to tack the conversation and keep it pushing towards the direction where I need to go, which is me eating her pussy with minimal emotional ties. The clincher here was that I basically told her jokes that were sexy, but were grounded in certain movies that kind of had that theme of the hookup. And one thing led to the other and, sure enough, she was dutifully sucking my dick, fondling my balls and taking my cock when I bent her over to give her the business.

 

The lesson is quite simple. You have to be quick on your feet because your first local sex finder experience is never going to be smooth. Seriously. It's just not going to happen. You have to tack like a sailboat and understand that your inspiration, or distractions for that matter, might come from different directions and you have to remain focused not only on the central direction you're going, but also be flexible enough to deflect or redirect whatever you're dealing with to ensure that you're still going on the right direction. If you do all that, you will succeed for sure on Freelocalsex.net