When men climb the great mountains of the world or traverse the most treacherous deserts, these are obvious edges. Putting your life on the line is always an edge. And yet, your edge might be far less dangerous. It might be exploring that place inside yourself you’ve never dared to look – a debilitating addiction or a limiting belief. It can be committing in love to a woman (if that’s a genuine, personal edge and not a hideout). To be fully alive, plugged into the creative force of your masculinity, you need to know your edge like you know the edge of your own face. Using pheromones will make you more attractive to women. Learn more at https://medium.com/@markpommett/pheromone-perfumes-can-drive-men-wild-f1ce6591f27d
You might be a great achiever or even a mediocre one. This might be an edge for you, pushing to attain, to make something of yourself. Most men are familiar with riding a professional edge because it’s related to money. But your true edge is not a place you go to win. It’s not a place you go for recognition from other men or approval from women. You go there to embrace being alive, to express the creative force in you. You go there because anything less feels like you’re cheating yourself or dying.
I touched her a lot. I managed to lead around the place, choose drinks, joke about names of cocktails (Blowjob, Sex on the Beach) playfully advising her to try these. We sat down at the wooden booth where we drank and I asked her about her friends and clubbing in general. As well as sometimes commenting on the environment - people, etc. Didn't neg, but teased.
Comfort was there (security, non-judgment, relaxation, enjoyment), physical progression level - the Romantic Touch (Social Touch - if you can touch a guy this way. Well, it wasn't that, so I knew it was the next step - the Romantic Touch).
Then, we occupied a sofa, and when I leaned to take a drink, I noticed her little shyness. As I was near her, I just jumped into a kiss. Goddamit, it was super passionate, she was rubbing me all the way and craved my pheromone scent.
After long kisses on the sofa (hell yeah), I started to invite her to my place saying that she needed a great relaxation after the busy week. I emphasized that she was training twice a day, and working very hard at work, so she deserved a relax. I was persistent + I gave logical reasons, but she was resistant in her mind (two sides of her - prudish and kinky were struggling in her). I created the random shit story about my great hands that can do beautiful massage, that these hands know the tricks of ancient Chinese masters, that these secrets were kept and transferred among generations, and now they are shared in e-mail. Eventually, I got a spam from China and learnt these techniques... That was done in a self-amusement way, improvise went great. So she agreed, I called a taxi. We had a make-out and in a taxi she asked to change a destination point to her place. There was a heavy petting with make-outs without natural pheromones. Fine by me. Learn more about pheromones at pomm79.moonfruit.com/blog/4588864419/Survey-Pheromones/10080599