A little psy ops I like to do with a woman I bring back to my place is ask if she wants a water or a cold glass of milk.
You chortle, but hear me out. Most girls expect a man will try to (further) liquor them up once back on his turf, a few exquisite steps away from his mattress of muffstuffing. This isn’t necessarily a deal killer; women expect this, and so are emotionally ready for it, having geared themselves up for the coming payload.
But sometimes a woman is tentative, or reconsidering the propulsion of her lust. Promptly dangling a glass of wine in front of her as she sits on your couch cross-legged and looking like she’s turtling with incoming anxiety could shut her down for the night. She won’t be receptive to the alcohol solicitation, framing it in her head it as a pretext for her to prematurely relinquish her number one asset (vagina). She might then begin to feel you’re pushing too hard, too soon (and then the PoundMeToo beast breathes its hot breath on your bedroom door).
You have to take stock of the type of girl you’re with, and adjust accordingly. If she’s suddenly nervous, make a tactical retreat.
It’s not that rare for a girl in your place to flash signs on her face of having second thoughts, even if you’ve gamed her right and set the stage. Women are slaves to their caprice. So I prefer to sidestep that possibility by offering water or (ridiculously) a glass of milk. And I offer it with utmost sincerity and seriousness. No cracked grins or just-kiddings.
If she’s like most women, she’ll laugh at the suggestion and either take you up on it as a form of shared frivolity that bonds you two tighter, or she’ll audibly sigh and welcome the excuse to drink stronger stuff, replying something along the lines of, “oh that’s ok…..buuuuuut if you have some stronger stuff I might be down for that”.
It’s then that you have hurdled her anti-slut defense and given her free rein to indulge the swelling abandon of the moment without the burden of regret.
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