A lot of effort for a 5 second payoff
 

Getting laid by the numbers, a male perspective

Today was one of the few days I managed pick up sex. It’s not like the movies! The investment is pretty steep. Here’s how I figure I spent my day:
8 hours (all afternoon and evening) on Tinder, etc trying to network
4 hours bouncing around clubs and bars (on a Tuesday) near a college campus
2 hours (in said bars) talking with girls who didn’t go anywhere
90 minutes texting some 38 year old from Tinder who turned out to be a no-show
1 hour talking to a couple of college girls at Steak ‘n Shake near my hotel after the bars closed
30 minutes nursing a milk shake at the counter trying to chat up the decently cute waitress (Katie, early twenties, brown hair and eyes, skinny-cute, sexy in a quiet way...but that’s mostly late-night desperation)
45 minutes talking and laughing with Katie the waitress before and after the end of her shift
15 minutes walking the very long way across the park (so we could swing around lamp posts and hop and hop in puddles of light and laugh some more)...ostensibly to find something to drink at 3am
5 minutes to get her up to my room to “look at travel photos” and sip some liquor miniatures
1 hour sitting on the bed with Netflix on talking and drinking
...before she put her head on my shoulder and I kissed her
30 minutes of kissing, cuddling, kissing, wrestling, kissing, changing the show to something less scary, kissing...
...before she comments on my boner rubbing against her...
10-15 more minutes of half-jokingly circling around the idea of that boner...
...and fondling her through her clothes...
...before I tried to take her shirt off...
...and she tried to back out...
5 minutes embracing and kissing just inside the hotel room door after I caught her on the way out and got her going again...
...before she kicked into gear, pushed me against the door, and started unbuckling my belt.
3 minutes of ripping each other’s clothes off, deep kissing, panting, throwing each other on the bed
5 minutes on penetration on top of her (whoo-hoo!)
5 seconds of climax while ejaculating on her beautiful, firm, little tits (that I got to admire briefly while thrusting)
1 minute of intertwined, heavy breathing collapse (while I got to run my hands over her skin)
maybe 1 minute for her to put her clothes on (while I had a chance to look over her amazing tight ass)
30 seconds for her to make her excuses (“my roommates will be worrying about me) and leave

She kissed me on the forehead and said “thanks” on her way out...but I know she’s currently texting her girlfriends and saying “wtf did I just do?”

I got off. All of my hard work culminated in some sweaty, naked, bareback sex...but I laying awake in a hotel room jerking off to porn (because I’m still horny as hell) and wondering if I messed up this girl’s feelings.

Was any of that worth the effort? Who knows.

I’d love to hear a similar breakdown of a hook up from the female perspective.
anyone?

I wanted to bend her over the dresser and take her a second time from behind. She shrugged me off (she was already picking up her clothes and disengaging), saying, “you got what you wanted, don’t spike the ball.” She smiled after she said it. Now I REALLY wish I had spiked the ball!

OMG!
 

Contrary to all expectations, I think I just got a booty call out of this encounter!
Maybe all that work will pay off for more than 5 seconds?

I woke up thinking about this girl. (And I had to wake up this morning, despite working all night to get lucky, because I’m working today.) yeah, I would have dumped my cum into any non-disgusting female amid my fog of hormones last night. But Katie was cute and fun and interesting. (And I woke up thinking about that ass)

I sent her a couple of careful, friendly texts and left her a cheerful voicemail.
She responded, late morning, with “Holy shit, I didn’t expect to hear from you today! And it wasn’t a fucking dick pic! Maybe chivalry isn’t dead?”

I’m still in her town one more night. (I work for a university and I’m attending seminars on her campus this week.) I have another go at this.

We texted back and forth while she was in classes and working her other job. She told me, “look, last night I was tired and a little drunk. It shouldn’t have happened. I was feeling rejected and lonely. You were paying attention to me. I’m not a sl*t.”

I asked her if I should apologize for what happened or tell her how much I enjoyed sharing an unexpected adventure with her.

She was quiet for a very long time and I held my peace.
She finally said, “don’t apologize. I let it happen because I wanted it. Well, I didn’t want that, but something else. Shit. Listen to me! I let you take advantage of me because I needed to feel wanted and desirable and I wanted to make my ex jealous—even though he’s just a toxic asshole. But I gave you as little as possible because I didn’t want to be easy. Do, I used you, too. It’s fucked up. You were trying to seal the deal in one night because your a typically horny man. I was trying to make a first date out of a sordid hook-up because I’m an emotional woman. I cornered and made you use me for a fucking four AM quickie because I was afraid I’d never get a second date again, or some psycho shit. Neither of us were satisfied. I’m the one who crowed and tried to use you as a trophy, rage texting my ex in the middle of the night to brag.”

We chatted about her ex. Too dramatic. Forget it.

I offered to pick her up for a real first/second date like a real person rather than a sex-addled wolf. I even bought some flowers and sent her a pic.

Here’s the punch-line, current events: she texted me:

“Ok, you win. You know I wanna. Let’s just agree to say that last night I let you use me because I wanted to be desired and I wanted revenge. ...and you were a gentleman about it, relatively. Tonight, you are going to let me use you. You’re going to take me out, and you’re going to snuggle me. I’m going to get my way with you. I may not be a lady about it.”

True story guys. We will see. I’m up for snuggling.

Super bonus for you guys!
 

Unbeknownst to me, Katie took this snap in my hotel bathroom last night. This is what she sent to her ex.

She sent me that while she was in class! -along with a screenshot of his replies, which included:
“If yo inta that now, b*tch, cum over and I let you lick my cum offa my girls big, blonde tits. If you good Ima let you suck me off cuz I know you miss a real dick.”

I should be able to compete with this guy emotionally. Lol!

Whatever happens, I’ve now gotten much more satisfaction jerking off while texting with her.
I wonder if she knows that’s what I’m doing (clever psych grad student that she is)? Or if she thinks I’m doodling in a notebook writing her name and drawing hearts (daddy issues, loser dating, girl who fucks guys to feel special that she is)? Toss up.

Great story!
 

Thanks for the real-time updates. Love stories like this

Picking her up in ten.

I talked the desk clerk into upgrading me to a room with a whirlpool tub, to help a bro out.
...but I’m not counting on anything, for all I know she’ll be crying on my shoulder.
Heck, after a night shift, classes and a day shift, i better get her clothes off before she falls asleep.

Good luck dude!
 

She takes a fine picture. Hopefully you'll be seeing more of that

I guess something’s happening since no updates yet. Wish you luck. Keep us posted. She does look hot in that pic

Congrats
 

Excellent case study. It’s interesting how open she’s being and how well you’re both communicating your feelings. In my day, there was way more guesswork and things left unsaid (for better or worse)

Things definitely progressed last night. I’m officially up to 15 seconds of payoff. :) (It was a little better than that...but I’d I’m updating my stats sheet...) I’m on the road, surrounded by a glow of self-satisfaction. I’ll update later.

This was, in many ways, the craziest sexual encounter of my life. It was definitely not crazy sex...but it was very exotic. It was a random hookup...but there was an emotional connection. I screwed a girl, more or less against her better judgement, at 5am...and we just might end up long distance friends. I don’t know what to make of it.

We had our date. I picked her up at a coffee shop near her apartment (she was savvy enough not to take a hookup home) after she showered and change after work. She looked great. Wearing a nice outfit (s pretty sexy one, too) instead of her waitress clothes that smelled like French fries). She looked confident and in control...but a tiny bit shy.

All I could think was, “damn, I was inside that girl last night! Look at her.” ...but I said something nice and kissed her hand. I thought through my approach in advance, this wasn’t a rendezvous with an escort or a meetup for sex. It was a date...but it was still a hookup. I intended to get laid. I wasn’t interested in fake romancing her or promising more than I could deliver. I dont know how I did walking that line. But I guess it worked out ok.

But you guys want the story!

What I wonder is how did Katie take this snap with both of her hands down, and then she sent it to you? Sounds like BS that she would do that given what you've said about her, and whoever that is clearly didn't take the pic.

Based on the picture I can believe she took it

Yandex
 

Based on a Yandex search i bet alot of money she didn't (and the story is BS) :eek:

A fair point...
 

...and a sad end 😪