Post by K527 on Feb 11, 2020 11:30:43 GMT
Sorry for the abscence, these weeks have been hard, mostly devoted to work and the teacher I wrote you about. I think she's falling from me, I'll have to deal with that soon, but in the meantime enjoy what I wrote!
I’m on the plane back to Italy after a weekend in Germany, writing the first draft of this report, yawning from tiredness because of the almost sleepless night, the faint smell of S. still lingering on my fingers after the shower.
I devised the idea to seduce her a few weeks ago, back in 2019. I remember the last time I saw her was back in New Years Eve 2017-2018, among a group of old Erasmus friends I invited to spend a few days together when I was still living in Poland. I knew she liked me earlier, when we were both students in Gdańsk back in 2016, but at the time I was dating E. I knew she fancied me whenwe met again, but unfortunately for her I had just met a weird and obscenely hot cutie that would later become my ex-gf, J. Now that both E. and J. were history, it was time to give her a chance, so I messaged her on Facebook.
K: “[...] we’ll see, vanishing instead of talking is a behavior that I could expect from a kid, not a 23 years old. What about you, how’s going on the sentimental side?”
S: “Well that's true...but still I have my fingers crossed for you that whatever choice you make is gonna make you happy
Well I am basically just working at the moment. As I took my written state exam two weeks ago, I thought I would have some free time afterwards but I so don't! I work for […] no time for dating at all... so how about you send me a smart, sensible Italian guy who looks about like a dark Chris Hemsworth in a box? 
K: “[…] I need to add you on LinkedIn and keep your number close in case I need some legal counseling (you know, being in finance and stuff, a lawyer always comes in handy). Regarding the guy...smart, sensible, dark haired, 1.9 meters and athletic as fuck...yeah, I think I still have a couple of them in the fridge! In case they expired, I can come up for a weekend and help you score some nice Italians around...but only if you help me with some Germanic beauty
”
S: “I added you on LinkedIn […] You know how scary that sounds? I'm just imagining you in your attic opening that big freezer looking at all the guys you abducted and froze 
In that case I'd prefer the second option. And you know […] It would be amazing if you actually came to visit me!”
K: “[…]I bet instead Germany is great in winter, seen with the right eyes! And if it’s as bleak as you describe it, it can’t be worse than Moscow in December. I’ll let you know when I can pass by”
I arrived at my destination at 5:30pm of Saturday, backpack on one of my shoulders and a leather jacket to protect me from the cold German winter. She was there, leaning on a column while holding a cardboard with my name on. Her long legs weren’t given much justice in the baggy jeans she wore, nor the black sweater underlined her thin waist, making her already small breasts almost disappear in it. So casual to be a lawyer, she wasn’t clearly dressed up to impress, and that disappointed me at first. We took her car and went straight to her flat: the plan was to have dinner there (she bought some “Italian food” but had no idea how to cook it) and later join her friends for a night out.
An hour later we finished our penne alla puttanesca, and we were tasting the last drops of Chianti that I brought with me. During the dinner I mercilessly teased her by complimenting and then negging her (“It’s amazing how you managed to help with the case, respect!” “Oh bullshit, I bet you have guys buzzing around you like flies” “You can’t even cook pasta? Thank god I’m not your boyfriend”), keeping at the same time a light but constant kino escalation. We went to her terrace to smoke a bit, in the dim light coming from Christmas decorations still hanging outside in the cold. We talked about which places to visit, how to help her gay friend in need of a partner, and that shisha bar in the old town...
S: “You know, I can still remember the first time I smoked shisha [also called hookah or nargilè] , you taught me back in Gdańsk, I was so embarrassed!”
K: “Oh, why embarassed?”
S: “Because I barely knew you and we smoke-kissed!”
K: “Oh yeah I remember, come here” I said lifting her chin and puffing, our lips barely touching
She started couching and took a few steps away.
K: “Oh god, that’s really bad…you have to inhale slowly! Now your turn”
She came close, our lips touching when I was inhaling smoke. She took a step away, and started talking. Fast, nervously, about something that must have been important, but that I can’t really recall: I nodded, caressed her chin, came close and kissed her. Her kisses were brief and gentle at the beginning, before passion ignited as a bonfire at night.
The phone rang when we were making out on the sofa: a friend of her was coming to the city to hang out with us and show me what the marvelous old town of Düsseldorf had to offer in terms of pubs. We met him half an hour later, a tall hansome gay German, and I played a bit with S. by telling her to walk arm in arm with both of us at her side. The night went on nicely, and if you ever happen to be in that city I would totally suggest you to sarge there: dozens of pubs, a friendly and exciting environment full of young ripe German beauties! I even managed to apply some of the tings learned in our community to help the gay guy to be more confident and open a few sets all by himself, I felt proud of being able to teach at least the basics of what I have learnt here.
We came back home late, around 2pm. Again, just as with L. the Teacher, there was no LMR, no tricks to use, no strategies to play. She went to take a shower, when she came out of the bathroom I was sitting on her bed.
S: “Well, if you want I have a spare pillow and some covers, you can sleep on the sof…”
She didn’t manage to finish the phrase. I slowly stood up, grabbed her waist and started making out while pulling her close to my hips, letting her feel that I had no intention of sleeping alone that night. She was still telling me something, interrupting her flow of thoughts by faintly moaning when I took off her gray t-shirt, moved away the waterfall of curly blonde hair and started sucking on her small and yet firm breasts.
S: “[…] and thank you for the wonderful time, I appreciate your visit a lot
”
She wrote me when I boarded the plane on Monday, from which I’m writing you now. Still tired from the challenging Sunday, the almost sleepless nights, and the wonderful “good morning” she gave me. I realize now the happiness that this seduction gave me, a kind of happiness I thought gone when I broke up with J.; the wonderful time I had, these two days felt like weeks; how much I spent and the amount of energy I devoted on this caprice of mine, but after all economy in pleasure is not to my taste.
27/01/2019
I’m on the plane back to Italy after a weekend in Germany, writing the first draft of this report, yawning from tiredness because of the almost sleepless night, the faint smell of S. still lingering on my fingers after the shower.
I devised the idea to seduce her a few weeks ago, back in 2019. I remember the last time I saw her was back in New Years Eve 2017-2018, among a group of old Erasmus friends I invited to spend a few days together when I was still living in Poland. I knew she liked me earlier, when we were both students in Gdańsk back in 2016, but at the time I was dating E. I knew she fancied me whenwe met again, but unfortunately for her I had just met a weird and obscenely hot cutie that would later become my ex-gf, J. Now that both E. and J. were history, it was time to give her a chance, so I messaged her on Facebook.
K: “[...] we’ll see, vanishing instead of talking is a behavior that I could expect from a kid, not a 23 years old. What about you, how’s going on the sentimental side?”
S: “Well that's true...but still I have my fingers crossed for you that whatever choice you make is gonna make you happy
Well I am basically just working at the moment. As I took my written state exam two weeks ago, I thought I would have some free time afterwards but I so don't! I work for […] no time for dating at all... so how about you send me a smart, sensible Italian guy who looks about like a dark Chris Hemsworth in a box? 
K: “[…] I need to add you on LinkedIn and keep your number close in case I need some legal counseling (you know, being in finance and stuff, a lawyer always comes in handy). Regarding the guy...smart, sensible, dark haired, 1.9 meters and athletic as fuck...yeah, I think I still have a couple of them in the fridge! In case they expired, I can come up for a weekend and help you score some nice Italians around...but only if you help me with some Germanic beauty
”S: “I added you on LinkedIn
[…] You know how scary that sounds? I'm just imagining you in your attic opening that big freezer looking at all the guys you abducted and froze 
In that case I'd prefer the second option. And you know […] It would be amazing if you actually came to visit me!”K: “[…]I bet instead Germany is great in winter, seen with the right eyes! And if it’s as bleak as you describe it, it can’t be worse than Moscow in December. I’ll let you know when I can pass by”
I arrived at my destination at 5:30pm of Saturday, backpack on one of my shoulders and a leather jacket to protect me from the cold German winter. She was there, leaning on a column while holding a cardboard with my name on. Her long legs weren’t given much justice in the baggy jeans she wore, nor the black sweater underlined her thin waist, making her already small breasts almost disappear in it. So casual to be a lawyer, she wasn’t clearly dressed up to impress, and that disappointed me at first. We took her car and went straight to her flat: the plan was to have dinner there (she bought some “Italian food” but had no idea how to cook it) and later join her friends for a night out.
An hour later we finished our penne alla puttanesca, and we were tasting the last drops of Chianti that I brought with me. During the dinner I mercilessly teased her by complimenting and then negging her (“It’s amazing how you managed to help with the case, respect!” “Oh bullshit, I bet you have guys buzzing around you like flies” “You can’t even cook pasta? Thank god I’m not your boyfriend”), keeping at the same time a light but constant kino escalation. We went to her terrace to smoke a bit, in the dim light coming from Christmas decorations still hanging outside in the cold. We talked about which places to visit, how to help her gay friend in need of a partner, and that shisha bar in the old town...
S: “You know, I can still remember the first time I smoked shisha [also called hookah or nargilè] , you taught me back in Gdańsk, I was so embarrassed!”
K: “Oh, why embarassed?”
S: “Because I barely knew you and we smoke-kissed!”
The Smoke Kiss-close
Also called “the student’s smoke”, it was suggested by a friend of mine back in my Polish days, or it was an inspiration during a drinking night – can’t quite remember. It’s actually pretty easy, especially in a group of friends or students, while smoking shisha, possibly in a calm, cozy environment with dim lights and alcohol available. You inhale the smoke, and pass it to a girl nearby by puffing it in her opened lips, just at kiss distance.
That, the first time. If she’s giving you signals, the second time you barely touch her lips. The third time you’ll be kissing, the fourth making out in front of everybody.
Also called “the student’s smoke”, it was suggested by a friend of mine back in my Polish days, or it was an inspiration during a drinking night – can’t quite remember. It’s actually pretty easy, especially in a group of friends or students, while smoking shisha, possibly in a calm, cozy environment with dim lights and alcohol available. You inhale the smoke, and pass it to a girl nearby by puffing it in her opened lips, just at kiss distance.
That, the first time. If she’s giving you signals, the second time you barely touch her lips. The third time you’ll be kissing, the fourth making out in front of everybody.
K: “Oh yeah I remember, come here” I said lifting her chin and puffing, our lips barely touching
She started couching and took a few steps away.
K: “Oh god, that’s really bad…you have to inhale slowly! Now your turn”
She came close, our lips touching when I was inhaling smoke. She took a step away, and started talking. Fast, nervously, about something that must have been important, but that I can’t really recall: I nodded, caressed her chin, came close and kissed her. Her kisses were brief and gentle at the beginning, before passion ignited as a bonfire at night.
The phone rang when we were making out on the sofa: a friend of her was coming to the city to hang out with us and show me what the marvelous old town of Düsseldorf had to offer in terms of pubs. We met him half an hour later, a tall hansome gay German, and I played a bit with S. by telling her to walk arm in arm with both of us at her side. The night went on nicely, and if you ever happen to be in that city I would totally suggest you to sarge there: dozens of pubs, a friendly and exciting environment full of young ripe German beauties! I even managed to apply some of the tings learned in our community to help the gay guy to be more confident and open a few sets all by himself, I felt proud of being able to teach at least the basics of what I have learnt here.
We came back home late, around 2pm. Again, just as with L. the Teacher, there was no LMR, no tricks to use, no strategies to play. She went to take a shower, when she came out of the bathroom I was sitting on her bed.
S: “Well, if you want I have a spare pillow and some covers, you can sleep on the sof…”
She didn’t manage to finish the phrase. I slowly stood up, grabbed her waist and started making out while pulling her close to my hips, letting her feel that I had no intention of sleeping alone that night. She was still telling me something, interrupting her flow of thoughts by faintly moaning when I took off her gray t-shirt, moved away the waterfall of curly blonde hair and started sucking on her small and yet firm breasts.
S: “[…] and thank you for the wonderful time, I appreciate your visit a lot
”She wrote me when I boarded the plane on Monday, from which I’m writing you now. Still tired from the challenging Sunday, the almost sleepless nights, and the wonderful “good morning” she gave me. I realize now the happiness that this seduction gave me, a kind of happiness I thought gone when I broke up with J.; the wonderful time I had, these two days felt like weeks; how much I spent and the amount of energy I devoted on this caprice of mine, but after all economy in pleasure is not to my taste.