She could score as an eight, but for her ideologies. On her Social Network page, her description says ‘Feminist, Black and Actress.‘ She is also a ballerina. I take she is mix-race, because her skin colour is quite light.
I had second thoughts before and during the date. I once turned down socialist/feminists because, after I’d said ‘I’m exactly what you’re fighting against. I’m a businessman,’ she replied:
‘You explore people then.’
‘I employ people, and pay them a salary both sides agree upon. I provide opportunities so they can get their bills paid and improve their lives.’
She said I was different, in a good way, and offered me her number. I never contacted her.
This Ballerina was different. Besides being hotter, I thought she could challenge me some.
She took the bus from a neighbouring city and walked to our rendezvous, at 18:30 hours. A local bar. I brought in Americano with me, who just introduced himself and left, and then both Ballerina and I changed tables, after my suggestion to sit outside. I was right away leading. Because of a good-mood I was in, conversation was light and we seemed to hit it off quite well, though I knew that given Brazil current situation, people are more politicized and at some point, we would have to touch the subject. If you assumed she is a leftist (why would you?), you then are correct.
Up to this stage, she knew me only to be a teacher, never a business-owner.
We took stabs at each other all night long. I’ve won most (if not all – fourth is arbitrary).
Upon hearing I am into watching MMA, she said ‘well, that’s a sport that shouldn’t exist altogether. What’s the point of creating an event in which the sole purpose is to inflict pain onto one another?’
As in any other date, you don’t want to create conflicts. On the other hand, you have to show conviction of who you are and what you like and believe in. I quickly dismissed her – to the pleasure of a guy sitting next table who was clearly eavesdropping on us (who I got the impression was rooting for me) – by saying ‘it’s a situation in which two adults agree to fighting each other and are well prepared to defend themselves.’
I thought it’d be unnecessary to mention a Russian organization that promotes fights among kids. Nevertheless, I don’t watch kids fights.
She didn’t quite agree with me, and we swerved the conversation to her telling me about how she was into dancing and acting since she was little.
After coming back from the toilet, Ballerina told me that, if anyone asks us, I’m her boyfriend. She was fed up with this waiter who was hitting on her while she was queuing.
‘Worst of all, I’m not proud to say it’s NOT the first time it happened,’ she said with a discussing face. ‘You are so lucky this doesn’t happen to guys much.’
I welcomed this opportunity real bad and said matching her discussing voice:
‘Oh but it does, and it’s horrible. A cousin of mine, who is a former footballer and now works as a model, gets hit on all the time. He is married too, but has never cheated. When I lived on The Island, women would sound their horn at me. At a bar, I would always grow very uncomfortable when I just wanted to hang out with my friends. Some girls would just try to escalate try to kiss me. Don’t you just hate it when this happens? I mean, people are so invasive. Americano has women throwing themselves at him left to right. And he too is faithful to his wife. People are so clueless sometimes…’
This did it. I told her story-after-story and she didn’t know how to react. I made it almost look like I was another girl complaining to her friend, so effortlessly. She seemed to be confused to find out this was not a Gender Issue, and it was beautiful.
This one was less dramatic. She criticized some automaker companies for having the most fiscal benefits. Randomly, I had read an interview in which Brazil GM’s CEO was asking for better conditions to get a more competitive market, instead of the benefits, so it can be viable to export, instead of only selling it locally. The cost of production in Brazil is nearly twice as much as both Mexico and Argentina, and it takes longer to produce it here.
I almost felt bad for this one. Almost.
I had the felling this date was not going too well, and decided to invest a little bit more, so I threw in some DHV related to both teaching and travelling to the Amazon, the two subjects that would spark her interest, then I got her talking about her passion for acting. I learned that she comes from an upper-middle class family and has probably never wanted for nothing. At the same time, she is a hard-working person who seeks her independence, which is rather an attractive quality to me.
She had tried to touch my arms a couple of time and I took that as IOIs.
She told me her last bus would leave at around 22:30, so we went to another bar nearer her stop at around 21:00 hours. We split the bill and walked.
There were some other IOIs on how she looked at me, turning her chin over her shoulder in a very feminine manner.
The first kino happened when I made fun of her over something and she showed me the middle finger – culturally it’s okay to do this to a friend as a form to bond, in Brazil – so I grabbed her hand and ordered her to behave. We instantly interlocked finger and she told me that she is always well behaved.
She was leaning against me when I showed her a note I carry in my wallet, written by my little adopted sister, who was seven when she wrote:
Suave, may God go with you and please don’t talk to strangers.’
‘Be careful, I might be a little bit strange sometimes, said Ballerina.
‘I’m sure you are,’ I replied pulling her in for the kiss.
Her soft, thin lips are a real turn-on and she is a good kisser. As I grabbed her hard, sometimes yanking her hair down, she got very aroused. Twenty minutes before her bus is due, I ask her to stay until whenever, and I would drive her home after. She says she doesn’t want to be a bother, to which I reply:
‘We are both having a good time, why cut the night short, when we can enjoy each-other’s company for longer?’
At this stage, we truly were having a great time. When we kissed some more, she again got aroused and stealthily placed her forearm on my cock.
‘Let’s stop somewhere, get some beer and head back to my apartment?’ I wanted this moment to be bold.
Girls have funny ways of saying ‘yes,’ to that question, and I was curious to find out hers.
‘Are there any places near your house that sell beer?’
‘Oh, there are plenty.’
When we were waiting in line to pay for the beer at a supermarket near my place, she leaned against me, put her hand between her back and started to lightly stroke my cock over my trousers. To be honest, anyone could notice what was going on and we both knew it.
Extraction and Fourth Stab
I was fingering her in less than five minutes after walking into the apartment. I deliberately went a bit fast, and then she showed some mild resistance. We both knew what was going to happen.
I took a step back and played some music. After escalating again, I carried her into my bedroom, threw her onto my bed, and removed her dress then the rest of my clothes. Again, we were going a bit too fast – I didn’t care much – and she decided to do a take away on me.
‘I want to turn you on and make you wait. This is me taking a stab at you.’
I guess this was her way of re-framing, for she knew she was going to get F-Bombed and probably felt she had to get the upper hand and hold on to it as long as she could.
There was no need to panic since I know how to play the take-away game. We just lay on the bed as if we had just fucked, me completely naked and her on her panties only. She would make fun of me and say I looked upset. I never did, but there was no point in telling her. I guess she wanted me to be upset so bad that she would see me as if I were. I brushed it off and started talking about something else, but she would bring it back, as if she were making fun of me, again.
This was so easy to deal with and in about ten minutes, she was escalating me, this time to never go back. She was laying on her belly when I removed her nickers, grabbed a condom and took her from behind, as animals do.
The stabbing at each other ended.
It was during and after sex that her true self came out and I could see that behind her concepts were this kind and slightly insecure little girl. She was often asking whether I was enjoying the sex and asked me to tell her what I wanted her to do. Then she said something a little bit weird:
‘You brought me here to perform an act. If I don’t perform well, you might be put off a bit.’
My philosophy says that sex is act to be performed with another person and that both parts must be comfortable with what you are doing. I will only do what I like. I expect pleasure and I give pleasure. For me it’s a turn on to see a girl moaning and cumming. I like to watch them shaking after a session, so I told her that for me, having an orgasm is the end of sex. I like the during phase; the noise, the bed rocking, the touch and feeling of her skin, the many passionate kissing and more…
We fucked many times, and she asked the same question again. She needed reassuring. I didn’t reassure her the second time, but she had proven to be a sweet person who liked to cuddle and kiss. I like her lips and kisses.
A funny incident happened in the middle of the night. After waking up for another go, she came on my hand. Then she started stroking me hard while giving me head. I wanted to cum, so I came into her mouth. After she headed to the toilet to spit it out, I told her I had some Listerine if she wanted to wash her mouth. She told me she was going to brush her teeth. On her way to grab her necessaire, she said to me in a mildly distraught voice:
‘I’d rather you told me next time you plan on coming in my mouth.’
Now, if a girl is stroking your hard with her mouth in your cock, you will assume she is OK with what comes after.
‘Are you serious you got upset?’ I asked
She hurried back to where I was, sat on my lap, very apologetically saying she was not upset and that she was going to brush her teeth either ways. Maybe her complaining was an automatic reaction to something she actually likes, but probably in some women-discussion group, it was said that men should ask them if they are okay with it. I think she does what she is told, not what she wants to, but, again, her personality comes out and she is this caring, warm-hearted girl.
I would definitely want to see her again. We had this amazing sexual energy, which is not easy to find, and I need some new challenge in my life. In addition, I like her as a person, even though we both fight against what the other believes in.