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Wednesday, 17 June 2020

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Woman Who Came Again — 24 Years Later



Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Woman Who Came Again — 24 Years Later by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul

*All articles part of the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend series are intended for a mature audience. Viewer discretion is advised.


You may remember one of the earliest articles in the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend series: The Girl Who Came. The following is another experience my buddy went through with the same passionate girl, now a passionate woman, only that it is 24 full years later. True storytelling material. Insane? Yes. Rare? Absolutely. Happy to report that she did come this time as well.


On their first encounter he was 18 while she must have been sweet 16. They met several times during the following year then they both dropped out of the radar. About 15 years later he found out through social media that she had left the country and got married. By that time he had also left; so social media became how they remained in contact despite the thousands of kilometers separating them.

Almost 10 more years had passed when the woman suggested it would be cool to meet up after all this time. He certainly agreed, yet was not too sure if it would happen. His reasoning was — and likely still is — when one is open to whatever life throws at them amazing things occur. Without forcing it or obsessing about it, if it is meant to happen, it will.

Then once when they both travelled back for visits she called him to try to make it happen. But it didn’t.

The following year they were both back again. This time they managed to meet. My buddy was enjoying some beach time and invited her over for a couple of nights. This was his first time to reunite with someone he was seeing 24 years prior. The same for her. So as with all first times, there was some unparalleled excitement from his part and probably from hers as well.

He had already experienced reuniting with an old flame as you may remember from Reliving a One-Night Stand...13 Years Later. He equally experienced being with a woman he has known for a similar number of years as you may remember from 22 Years Later — Once Teenagers Now Adults, however nothing had happened back then. So this remained as fresh and as novel as it can get. 


On that fateful day my buddy opened the door to welcome her in. As soon as they were inside the house she approached to give him one wet and sloppy kiss, which he happily returned. He instantly then remembered how much of a good kisser she was — and still is. Shortly after they were all over each other, ending with wildly getting it on on the couch. Understandably, this first one was a quickie. But a mighty hot quickie.

He poetically later said: “It seems that each and every nerve ending of my body remembers her; it is like coming back home after a long, distant journey”.

This was probably why his body exploded in ecstasy few minutes through despite the fact that he can usually control himself, often waiting for his partner to cum first. But, he knew he needed to get this extra surplus out of the way to be able to carry on later on a cooler level. He would have relieved himself earlier as we sometimes do, but from what I understood, she passed by earlier in the day so there was no time.

Speaking of premature ejaculation, or what is more colloquially known as cumming too fast for men, my buddy remembers an older woman he was in bed with once in his early 20s and who once told him: If it is that good [that you’re getting there fast], then enjoy it. We can always do it again. Some wisdom here. Truly, if you try not to cum by thinking of wars or sports, you can only last so much. You are just delaying it. But, you're not in the Here and Now; you are somewhere else in your mind, which may not be the key. That is why we have quickies. Afterwards one can last longer as we ought to return the favour and get them there as well. With practice and mindfulness one can later upgrade to Tantric sex, during which orgasms are not the goal. But then if and when it happens, possibly hours later, you simply explode on a much deeper and personal level.     

Back to our horny couple...

What followed are two or three hours of catching up, face-to-face this time. Apparently he found out that the woman is happily married as she has been faithful to her husband for over 15 years. Yet, she needed to revitalise her life by adding a tad bit of excitement into it while still not wanting to cheat on her hubby. So she openly, and boldly, shared with him the idea of shagging someone during her trip. And open-mindedly the man agreed. 

That lucky someone happened to be our guy. Because as she confessed to him, whatever they had back then was still ingrained on her inner core. The lust was also still there. So now that they were both “grown-ups” and not teenagers she wanted it again. 

After a few drinks and some magical smoke it was time for number two. Who could blame them, really. This time it was in the bedroom and even more steamy. 

They had a home-cooked dinner that night then went to bed.

The next day after breakfast while the guy was sitting on the couch the woman came closer and began touching him all over. It didn’t take long that he took his shorts off and gave it to her warm-blooded mind and curvy body — slower this time to make sure she really gets to climax in Seventh Heaven. And she did. The window was wide open so anyone passing by could have seen them. They were both, however, quite fine with it, even aroused by the idea. As the possibility of being seen having wild sex turned them deviants on.

Finally the day after, she bid him farewell and went on her way.

The rare experience left them both elated for some time. As she shared later, she went back to her life a different person, feeling invigorated and revitalised. The encounter also made her regain her confidence and self esteem along a certain reassurance in herself, her womanhood, and her sexiness. As such, it was a healing experience she had been longing for in a while. 

As for my buddy, the novelty such experience offers keeps him young at heart. One of his life philosophies — which I agree with — is that to stop doing new things is to start dying. With the Big Picture in mind, and in a rather unselfish way, being part of a healing experience of someone he likes and cares about comes close to conquering any orgasm his physical body may have had when they were together.    

They promised to meet again before another 24 years. Ha.


Until the next adventure of my incognito friend.


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Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Woman Who Came Again — 24 Years Later 

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Caught Hiding Under The Sink... Naked

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Affair With an Older Married Woman

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: 22 Years Later — Once Teenagers Now Adults

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Neighbour’s Lustful Guest

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Ten Days with a Charming Older Woman

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Another Sex Party 

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Mother of Six Who Drove for 50 Hours

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: A Woman, Her Girlfriend, and the Girlfriend’s Friend

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Threesome With Two Virgins

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Sex Party 

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Three Girls, One Perfume 

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The 17-Year-Old Lebanese Belly Dancer


Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Reliving a One-Night Stand...13 Years Later

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Nine-Months-Pregnant Woman

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Girl Who Came

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Stain on the Levi’s Shirt

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Italian Belly Dancer









      
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Tuesday, 25 February 2020

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Caught Hiding Under The Sink... Naked



Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Caught Hiding Under The Sink... Naked by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul

*All articles part of the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend series are intended for a mature audience. Viewer discretion is advised.


After another brief hiatus, the Memoirs of my Incognito Friend are back!

Now this is a story from 25 years ago when my bud was in his late teens. He had a girlfriend at the time with whom he discovered sex, so they were going at it like mad rabbits. You may remember them from the earlier The Stain on the Levi’s Shirt — one of only two repeated heroines in all stories covered in the series.

At this age, the new experience causes lots of emotional and psychological thrills. 

As such, one day they were at her place when the phone rang. It was her older sister who somehow knew she had company. The girl hung up the phone before asking the guy to hide. What? Why? My sister is coming! Oh shoot!

I don’t think there was time for him to flee the scene as the sister, who is about 10 or 12 years older, lives nearby. So hiding it was.

Thing is, he was essentially naked with nothing but her Inspector Clouseau trench coat on, which upon the hurried mayhem was the only thing he found close by. The girl then led her boyfriend to the kitchen, opened the small door of the cabinet underneath the sink, and asked him to get in. Then a few minutes later it was indeed the bell. Hmm.

The guy heard some commotion as the sisters were shouting at each other. The older was almost sure her sister had company while the latter was shamelessly shouting back: How could you even think I will get a guy to the family house?! 

For a moment there, our poor fella thought it was going to pass and the sister will eventually leave. But he was wrong. The shouting kept getting closer and closer and closer… until suddenly the door of the cabinet was opened and there he was staring at her sister in the eyes. Woooops.

Now you have to picture this: He’s sitting on his behind while hugging his knees with only the coat on and nothing underneath. So if he tried to get up, his junk will be exposed for both to see. While it’s no issue his girlfriend sees his nude jewels, you don’t really want to flash the older sister, especially after getting caught red-handed in such a way. The only thing he did was stay put. As the older sister kept lecturing the girlfriend even more while standing there in the middle of the kitchen, he did not utter a single word and, of course, no movement.

After about five minutes — which seemed like aeons — the sisters left the kitchen, allowing him to get up and head to the bedroom to reach his clothes. But the kiddo was so shaken by the moment, he reached whatever he found around, ending up with wearing the girl’s jeans and/or her shirt. He then followed both sisters outside the house and into the lift down. It was quite an awkward minute in that enclosed elevator. 

Once in the streets, he went towards the other direction the girls were going before stopping a cab. Only then did he realise that his money is in his jeans. He got in anyways and borrowed money from his doorman upon arrival.

Now the aftermath: The girlfriend called him up later to instruct him on how to fix the situation. Apparently, he had to call the older sister the next day and apologise. And he had to call at certain point of the day, so that her hubby wouldn’t be around the house. And that’s what he did.

“Hello. Hi, … . I want to say I’m really sorry about yesterday. Your sister had just got me some clothes from her recent trip and I was trying them on when the bell rang. So we freaked out and I hid. Sorry again.”

He then took it even further: “I’m in love with your sister and would love to marry her one day,” said the 17-year-old kid. Pfffff. Sorry, just couldn’t hold it. Pff.   


Despite the many wacky adventures that followed, he never really got caught again. Close but no cigar. And THAT time he did, older him handled it like a Sultan.


Until the next adventure of my incognito friend.




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Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Woman Who Came Again — 24 Years Later 

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Caught Hiding Under The Sink... Naked

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Affair With an Older Married Woman

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: 22 Years Later — Once Teenagers Now Adults

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Neighbour’s Lustful Guest

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Ten Days with a Charming Older Woman

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Another Sex Party 

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Mother of Six Who Drove for 50 Hours

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: A Woman, Her Girlfriend, and the Girlfriend’s Friend

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Threesome With Two Virgins

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Sex Party 

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Three Girls, One Perfume 

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The 17-Year-Old Lebanese Belly Dancer


Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Reliving a One-Night Stand...13 Years Later

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Nine-Months-Pregnant Woman

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Girl Who Came

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Stain on the Levi’s Shirt

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Italian Belly Dancer


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Thursday, 20 June 2019

Catching a Cheater and Rethinking What True Love is




A long time ago I was in a relationship with a girl who at some point began seeing another guy behind my back. I was told multiple times by different people that they had seen them together, yet I was reluctant to believe. I actually even doubted them as I was in denial.



During this time I sometimes began to pass by her house and ask the doorman if she was home. I’m not sure if the guy sympathised with me or what, but he used to tell me whenever that XYZ car would pass by her. Eventually he once asked me for porno magazines. True story. Obviously I delivered.

This memory had been deeply stored in my subconscious, because yesternight was the first time to think about it in maybe 20 years.

Not much later, I called her at home once — yes, before mobile phones — to be told that she was out. Well, to be exact, I let a girl friend call, since it was one of the parent who would pick up, and they did. Being the weekend, the girl had lied and said she was sick and staying home. So knowing the time she usually goes home, I left my three friends nearby 10 minutes earlier and went to hide behind a tree under her house.

Exactly on time, busted: I saw her on foot heading to the entrance of the building to be followed by the guy’s car which I already knew by then. That was the case because she let him drop her a tiny bit before so that no one sees her. Then Abra-Cadabra here was I materialising out of thin air right in front of her like a Ninja Dark Night. The remarkable thing was that I was so ecstatic of the success of my detective work, I took her to my buddies to share with them how I caught her. Perhaps this showing off was nothing but a defence mechanism by one hurt ego. I remember the girl was in such a shock, she was smiling all along. You know the nervous smile. So there we were both smiling while I recount the story to my friends. A bit of shouting and then I took her home.

Hilariously, the guy called me later on at home. He said there is nothing in-between them and blablabla. Yeah. I will likely never know what did actually transpire, but they were meeting in secrecy, so. 

Surprisingly, I didn’t leave her right then and there. I have no idea why or how. Well, maybe I do: It was a long-term relationship as it was also a kind of a love story. Despite being inexperienced teenagers, there was still a whole lot of passion and hormones and insecurities and expectations to deal with. In actual fact, I recall that one time I smashed my windshield with a single punch while fighting with her in the car. To let the insurance pay, I had to go issue a report from the police station, saying that some kids threw a rock at the car while I driving. Man! This was totally unlike me, yet it was still me.

So, yes, probably time was indeed needed before ending it all. It did happen some months later. 



As I matured, whenever coming across adults acting the same way I remember younger, foolish me and just shake my head in disbelief. Are they still there? I then feel grateful to have crossed that life stage all the way back then
— almost a quarter of a century into the past. Truly, there is nothing like experience when it comes to learning. You can neither buy it nor study it. Paraphrasing Peter McWilliams: You must do; learn from the doing then [if you wish] teach from the knowing. A good reason experience remains the mother of all wisdom.

I still can’t believe how this memory had been repressed in such a way. As mentioned, this is the absolute first time to cross my mind. Let alone, put it into words.



The lesson younger me learned from this experience is to never get attached to a woman (or man) under the pretext of love. As such, my relationship philosophy from then on became: If you want to be with someone else, then please go. I want you to be happy, selflessly. If not with me, then without me. True love does not include getting jealous or being possessive; not even getting upset or hurt when one’s expectations are not met. 
 
For a truly a genuine connection, hence a successful relationship, the person you love must feel absolutely free. For what will be will be. 

And there never is a convincing reason to force things.
 
On that same note, more about the difference between Love and attachment can be found in this poetic article.
Why I Choose to Remain a Non-Dad for Now — Reflections on Being Childless is another philosophical exposé with a self-explanatory title, which you may dig. Almost conversely, there is also this list-article: Things I Miss From Being in a Relationship.
 

Then on a parallel note, Codependency: What Being Addicted to Someone Means is a more psychological piece dealing with one type of dysfunctional relationship.


Ironically, said attitude was interpreted by later partners as “Don’t care” or as “Being cold”, which is not true. It is their own definition of love and care that needs rethinking. I was there myself yet chose to transcend all the drama and nonsense. You see, choosing not to be led by your emotions does not mean you’re cold or heartless; it means you’re wiser. 

When two decades later I happened to catch another girlfriend cheating, or trying to cheat more likely, older me then confidently — and smilingly — opened the door and told her: Please. Those two experiences remain the only ones of their kind.

This is not to say I never cheated myself, because I did. And I remain honest about it. In fact, following that early incident I mindlessly happened to cheat on the same girl as well — with a vengeance. I probably thought that I had a carte blanche to do whatever I did. Certainly, there are no winners in such cheating equation.
 
The good news is, when we mature we come to realise that cheating is not as cool as our younger selves used to think. Personally though, it took me more years and experimentation to reach such insight. I hold that I cheated because I could; rather than because I was not satisfied in the relationships. For all the thrill and excitement and rush and adrenaline resulting from doing something [dangerous] one shouldn’t be doing. Despite the fact that I rarely, if ever, went to look for such adventures they still, somehow, occurred.

The truth remains, if you’re not happy in a relationship, just leave; either remain single in the first place and enjoy the freedom or find someone else. As simple as that. It is certainly much healthier for you and them than remaining in dysfunctional relationships in which one or both partners are cheating. 

As stated multiple times, my current relationship philosophy which I do my best to embody is summarised into Rumi’s beautiful words: “Give me more wine or leave me alone.”     

In the very end, let us all take it from Droopy: You Know What? Cheaters Never Win. 





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Saturday, 4 May 2019

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Affair With an Older Married Woman



Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Affair With an Older Married Woman by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul

*All articles part of the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend series are intended for a mature audience. Viewer discretion is advised.


Following another brief hiatus, the erotic adventures are back once again [for the renegade master]!

During his early 20s my buddy met an older American woman, D, at the gym. Being around 30 years of age, she was 8-10 years older. One day they exchanged phone numbers and on that same night she called him up, pretending to be returning the call. When he explained that he never called her home phone or left a message — along his first name — to whoever answered, she asked if he wanted to pass by her.

Hm. He had just taken his then-girlfriend home; in fact, he was on the way back in the car. Without much thinking, he agreed before going home to get ready then headed there.



One thing he recalls is that D didn’t want the porter to see him going up. This is a common thing foreign or expat single women worry about in Egypt among Arab countries. More so 20 years ago than it is today. So as she suggested, he snuck into the building and went up the stairs rather than use the elevator. 



Another thing he clearly recalls is her huge boobs. And by huge, he means Samantha Fox HUGE, when the bra cup size belongs to the rarely used category of letters such as GG or something. For that reason — or so he thought — when things progressed between them she would never take her top off, even when everything else including the bra were gone. She also had long, curly blonde hair that complemented her angelic face.

On that memorable night in her flat, one thing led to the next, ending up in the bedroom. Following the passionate kissing and stimulating foreplay, they went all the way. Like for many other guys, doing an older woman had always been a raunchy fantasy for the young chap. As he matured it became somewhat of a preference as you can deduct from all the other articles part of the Memoirs series previously shared. So when it finally happened he gave it [her] his all. Literally. The sex was so steamy, it lasted for hours.

Eventually when done they were laying on the bed when D said: “I want you to know that I’m married.” Apparently she was afraid he would mind. The guy, however, didn’t. “I have a girlfriend,” he responded right back at her. Aha. So the situation was equal for both.

It is worth noting that the cheeky guy sort of knew about her being married. That is because right after they first met he happened to take a glimpse at her gym membership application, in which was written that she was indeed married. He sure appreciated her honesty on that first encounter and [hence] was encouraged to come clean as well. 

After the  pillow-talk confessions they did it again. Mayhap they both felt a tad lighter. It seemed to my bud that she hadn’t had sex in a while, because she was a beast in bed. And he meant that in a good way — great way, actually. Finally, after all was said and done by 3:00 am he kissed her goodbye before leaving, also through the stairs. Once again, he stealthily exited the building without being detected... à la MacGyver.    



The next day his young girlfriend was at his place when she tried to approach him with shagging shown all over her face. Thing is, his joystick was extremely sore from the previous night. It was the kind of pain one gets after jumping for hours, then some more hours. That’s in addition to all the muscle pain throughout his entire body. Apparently, the soreness and irritation were visible, rendering his shlong quite red. So without much thinking, my buddy went on to tell her how the day before he managed to hurt his manhood while zipping his pants; this was something he had endured in real before, so he knew. He also took it out for her to inspect.

“Oohh, poor you.” 


No doubts, whatsoever. 


Mission accomplished.

My buddy and D went on to meet a few times, in secret. Once, he recalls, he had sex with both, his then-girlfriend and D, just hours apart. The very idea that he was inside one woman right after being inside another different woman was obviously such an ego boost for the young, mischievous chap. Nevertheless, he still had a whole lot to learn about life, women, relationships, and Truth. After a while, my buddy and D vanished from each other’s lives, leaving behind only but a sweet and sexy memory.


As always, whenever the stories said bud shares with me involve cheating, I feel compelled to clarify that it is not as cool as our younger selves used to think. It took us, however, more years and experimentation to reach such insight. I hold that we cheated because we could, rather than because we were not satisfied in our relationships. For all the thrill and excitement and rush and adrenaline resulting from doing something [dangerous] we shouldn’t be doing. Despite the fact that we never went to look for such adventures they still, somehow, occurred.

Truth is, if you’re not happy in a relationship, just leave; either remain single in the first place and enjoy the freedom or find someone else. As simple as that. It is certainly much healthier than remaining in dysfunctional relationships — for oneself as well as for the partner(s).



Until the next adventure of my incognito friend.



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Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Woman Who Came Again — 24 Years Later 

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Caught Hiding Under The Sink... Naked

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Affair With an Older Married Woman

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: 22 Years Later — Once Teenagers Now Adults

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Neighbour’s Lustful Guest

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Ten Days with a Charming Older Woman

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Another Sex Party 

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Mother of Six Who Drove for 50 Hours

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: A Woman, Her Girlfriend, and the Girlfriend’s Friend

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Threesome With Two Virgins

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Sex Party 

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Three Girls, One Perfume 

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The 17-Year-Old Lebanese Belly Dancer


Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Reliving a One-Night Stand...13 Years Later

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Nine-Months-Pregnant Woman

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Girl Who Came

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Stain on the Levi’s Shirt

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Italian Belly Dancer
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Sunday, 17 February 2019

The Art of Approaching Women



The Art of Approaching Women by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul

I was at party recently where my eyes came across a marvellous blonde. We exchanged a few smiley eye contacts throughout the night until I finally found myself standing near her by the buffet. “Found myself” means it was based on a conscious decision while appearing that it just happened organically. I then said something about the grape leaves being served without the yoghurt/cucumber spread, which led to a bit of a chit-chat.

The woman was truly good looking as she was also friendly. Though as I came to find out, there was a reason for her openness and friendliness; and it’s because we’ve met three years prior at the same place on the Northern Coast of Egypt. It was only once but we did speak quite a bit, and I remember her saying she lived in Paris. Being both Egyptians residing abroad and visiting home, we kind of clicked.

Fastforward three years to that party night when, yet again, I asked her if she lives in Egypt and she said no, Paris. Along her first name, this was the key to the memory. Unlike loopy-headed me, apparently she remembered our earlier interaction, hence the friendly smiles and eye contacts.

We carried on chatting for a while before I said goodbye and left the party. When I reached the gate a voice in me head was like: “Is that it? Go connect with her. Three years... take it a sign, who knows. Keep your options open, Dude.” Alright, voice; we’ll do this. So I turned right around and went back in to where she was sitting.

“Uhm, do you have Facebook or Instagram or something?” To which she replied she’s not on social media, at all.

That, too, I remembered. Because I did ask her the same three years ago and got the same answer. Though only when she said ‘No’ did I remember.

“Well, I reached the door but turned around to come ask you,” I said — which now sounds like I was trying to make her feel guilty. Luckily, however, the radiant smile drawn upon her face as she took the phone out of her pocket didn’t spell “Ugh”.

“I do have Whatsapp,” she exclaimed. Sure. I gave her both my numbers, the American and the Egyptian, and said goodbye again before leaving for real this time. 



The lovely blonde woman never reached out, and I don’t have her digits. So that was it, probably. But you know what? I’m a satisfied man. With the motto “Do what makes a good story”, it took me quite a long time to be open to such opportunities and to muster the strength to act upon my instinct without caring much about the outcome. Instead of spending my whole life thinking “What if?”, I taught myself how to listen to the voice — which may seem dangerous unless you first trust voice. Simply because other voices sometimes convince people to kill and rape among other nasty things. So yes, we must trust the voice(s) before acting upon what it says.

The Art of Approaching Women by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul
From right to left with Megan, Monique, Kaelin.
Initial caption read: Thank you Venice Beach for making me feel 
like a Rock God
 
Much like seduction, approaching women is an actual art. But before you attempt to seduce, you must first approach. Perhaps The Art of Seducing Women should follow this article as a sequel. Based on what will transpire in those first few moments, a chance to actually seduce may or may not offer itself. So it remains of importance to know how to properly approach. A reason why there is an abundance of books and articles about just that. One of which is a book with the same title as this article Alpha Male: The Art Of Approaching Women by James Marcus. Another, which a friend suggested after reading mine is Models: Attract Women Through Honesty by Mark Manson.

Why all these instructions and how-tos?, one may wonder.

Well honestly, it’s because a significant number of men don’t know how to practice this art. While some are naturally shy, others lack experience. Though for many, it seems to be a certain degree of both. This combination renders them nervous and makes them feel intimidated, leaving them with nothing to say whenever standing there. That is, if they proceed to approach the woman they have in mind. Though more often than not, their low self confidence convinces them that being rejected isn’t worth it; already implying, even if subconsciously, that they will get rejected. So they don’t venture out of their comfort zones and end up losing the opportunity. Time after time after time, building more and more frustrations in the process.

To deal with the accumulated frustration, those same men will oftentimes find elaborate excuses to justify their lack of courage. Even worse, when and if rejected, they could start talking ill of the woman behind her back. “Oh, she turned out to be a lesbian”, or “she’s a coke head”. I’ve heard these myself. True story.

For some of the men who do approach and talk to women, it’s challenging not to appear like horndogs or total knobheads when around them. Let alone chat them up or make them smile or laugh in that first 30 seconds of the encounter.

Fortunately for humanity — and for the survival of our gene pool — just like any and all art forms there are some men who excel at it. But also since it’s art, there is always a chance to improve. While some guys may be born a tad more charming or with a developed wit gene, there is still a lot to be learned along the way through none other than life experience.

Back to my example, in numbers, out of ten approaches such as the above maybe eight do reach out. Then out of those eight, maybe seven end up with us being connected online, leaving the last one for that one-time message or call before we disappear from each other’s lives. Note that, unlike what some may think, and unlike what most of the how-to books and articles focus on, I don’t approach women with “dating” or “having sex” in mind. But rather, just to connect — for a start. Truly, out of the seven with whom I connect there is probably a real attraction from my part towards only one or two. With the rest we simply become connected. 


 
The Art of Approaching Women by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul
We all smile in the same language

“Then why do you go talk to women?” [if getting them in your bed is not your sole motivational force] I was asked multiple times during various guy talks.

Well, it depends. But there are more than one reason.

Sometimes just to share a compliment. Because I hold that if we see something beautiful in or on someone, we should let them know.

Thing is, once the distinction between Love and attachment is made clear, you’ll reckon that it is rather natural to admire without desire; to find some people attractive without actually ‘liking’ or “falling in love” with them. The appeal could very well be only for the eyes, and it doesn’t have to be for the mind or heart as well. That said, in such cases usually it’s totally spontaneous — occurring on the subconscious level. Meaning, I almost don’t think about whatever my mouth ends up uttering. But frequently, I get a smile in return, which is the best way to start a conversation with a woman.

Speaking of, I’ve learned through the years that complimenting a woman works best if you get specific; such as nails, eye-colour, hair, or boots. It’s much more authentic as it shows that you have noticed said unique feature, implying that you have been attentive to her. It also doesn’t really fall under blatant “picking/chatting up” compared to a general cliché like “You’re so beautiful/sexy” used by those who, perhaps, lack a decent vocabulary and are not creative enough to think of juicier alternatives. 
 
After all, it seems that if a “playboy” is to resume the same lifestyle into adulthood, then he should evolve as he undergoes a metamorphosis into a more mature “ladies’ man”.   

In some cases, however, the females receiving the compliments take it as a sign that you actually fancy them when you don’t. Perhaps because this is what they got used to from pushy and non-pushy guys alike. So occasionally I may not get the smile or the “thank you” I usually get; probably because they think I’m trying to pick them up. But I absolutely don’t care since I never expect anything in return.

Obviously, before making The move we have to consider where we are in the world and in which culture complimenting women in the street is acceptable. In sunny Venice Beach for instance, “Stunning dress” or “I love your hat” may very well be a successful conversation starter with a stranger; the same in Southern France and Italy. In Sycamore, Illinois, it’s not likely to happen. In El Minya in Upper Egypt, simple flattering remarks such as these would probably get you in trouble. “Context”, then, is something to remember before complimenting strangers. 
 

The Art of Approaching Women by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul
It is no wonder that “Heaven” is usually depicted as somewhere 
full of beautiful women

Another reason I make the effort to go talk to someone I have never met before is to connect with possible like-minded souls — to find the Others. In actuality, I rarely, if ever, ask women for a date or give out my phone number whenever first approaching them. This excludes our example here when they’re not on social media and live in another country. Instead, I tell them I’m a writer/photographer/drummer and about One Lucky Soul, on Facebook as well as the Blog, and let them reach me if they wish.

As such, there is no pressure or awkwardness. But on the contrary, I simply throw the ball in their court and forget about it. If I actually fancy them I will playfully ‘court’ them by doing just that, not chase them. What comes next depends on the response. If they are interested, it will show. Simple. 
By reading the situation in such a way I save myself lots of time, effort, energy.... and avoidable rejections. 

Throughout the same past years, I further came to notice that whenever asked by strangers about what I did for life and [back in the days] said a sales manager I was rarely asked what I sold. Now when I say “a writer” I’m often asked what I write about, and overall they seem more interested.

 Neato.


Again, in Venice Beach, and particularly at the Venice Beach Drum Circle, my element, I devised a brilliant way to speak to certain women: After walking up to them to say hello or to ask if they are enjoying it, I invite them to Full Lunacy: The monthly Full Moon drum circle my friends and I organise at Dockweiler Beach in Los Angeles — hosted by One Lucky Soul.

The reason it usually works is because if they appear to be having a good time in Venice, it is likely they will enjoy the cosier, more private circle around the fire under the full moon. And those who make it do enjoy it; many of whom actually happen to have a blast and keep coming back. One cannot offer the same invitation to a woman they first meet at a Death Metal concert and expect she’ll be delighted. So, again, “context” remains crucial when making your move.

As mentioned, this way they have time — and freedom — to check me out online, view videos from past events, and decide for themselves if they would like to get to see me again, know me better, and/or stay in touch. On top of the safety such outdoor beach gatherings offer, it is far from any sleazy or horny chat-up lines intended to ask them out on a date. Still, I am inviting them to an event I am personally hosting, showing that I do want to see them again, though coolly rather than pushily.    

Leaving them with the invitation is also a great way to end your first interaction. Things like: “I’d love to see you there.” “If you like this, then you’ll really enjoy Full Lunacy”. “Bring your friends”. “Check out the details on the event page on Facebook.” I smile then leave. The more you practice this art, the more it will come out naturally, the better you’ll be at it. Editing out stuff each time, adding a pun here, linking this with that. Just like a piece of writing or a tableau you’ve been working on for a while and close to perfecting, it just happens. 

*Throws ball

The Art of Approaching Women by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul
A genuinely natural smile is one of the most beautiful features a 
woman could possess


Nowadays, social media profiling seems to be imperative when meeting new people. It makes a huge difference as it makes the process much easier and faster. Not just in the dating world, but with people in general. Personally, it is one of three options: My type — as I like what I see and curious and interested to know more, which doesn’t happen too often since it still remains a shallow and superficial way to; or someone new to add to our circle of friends and acquaintances, or rarely, I don’t want anything to do with this person. Simple, for the person you just met and for oneself.

Connecting, after all, is one of the benefits of social media. In the book I am currently reading, The Business of Being a Writer, Jane Friedman shares that social media is a relationship builder. Indeed. When I founded One Lucky Soul, the blog and community, and began communicating with readers, little did I know that such new bonds can one day outgrow virtuality and materialise in the real world. Through the past few years, I have made plenty of connections with people scattered around the globe. In fact, I have bonded with some through the Internet like I haven’t with real friends. I also came to meet — in real life — new like-minded souls via that same wonderful medium. I did find the Others while the Others found me.

Looking back to a mere 25 years ago when I was a teenager, things have notoriously changed when it comes to communication. We had to exchange home phone numbers with girls and end up calling and having the dad answer; or them calling and my dad answers, which was fine in my house, but I’m sure for them it was different story.

Having said that, it prompted me to once write: The new generations will never experience the thrill of calling your crush at home and having the dad answer. Now the Internet is changing the very essence of the way we communicate, leading to closer connections.

Another thing I recall is sending handwritten letters to my aunt in Los Angeles, which took from two to three weeks to reach her. Seriously. Something I remember these days every time I click on a few buttons to connect with her through WhatsApp. 


Back to women... most of my approaches those past four years ended with friendship. Again, I approach them as individuals, persons, or even souls, rather than “bitchez”, “pussies”, or “potential shags”. Communication, for me, is what leads to real intimacy, not sex. Because if truthful, it leads to seeing the naked soul of the other person while gently exposing yours; beyond the mask we all tend to wear; the unedited version.

This nakedness is the ultimate seduction. For it allows us to share how we experience the world with someone else on a much deeper level. Hence, calling approaching women — and seducing them — an art.  So this is where I start. If we do connect and she seduces my mind, dating and/or sex may or may not follow. Yet it seems that it will always be better than if we had started with the physical — a nugget of truth which makes more sense the more one matures.

Further, I stopped following my penis brain a while back. That is besides being selective when it comes to sharing my energy and time. Therefore, only about one case out of 10 results in something more than mere flirting. This ranges from simple make out to full-time sex. 




So to answer the repetitive question I’m often asked by guys, we can say that I approach women to find more like-minded souls, possibly enlarging the One Lucky Soul circle. Needless to say, also because I love women. And it has little to do with sexuality, and whole lot to do with openness, truthfulness, communication, companionship, and the naked soul.   

On a parallel note, Why I Choose to Remain a Non-Dad for Now — Reflections on Being Childless, When Selective Men Reject Women, and Things I Miss From Being in a Relationship are earlier reflective pieces dealing with the topic from many different angles.

The Art of Approaching Women by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul
Bam! At least they’re being creative here.

Now, if you happen to be a part of the significant number of males who don’t know how to talk to women, especially if you just met, reckon that there are ways to fix it.

Something to note is that the more we build confidence and work on our communication/conversation skills, the more open we become, the more approaching strangers — women as well as men — comes natural to us without any tension or nervousness. 

You see, one thing to remember when you, a male, find yourself in such a situation: The woman may very well be just as shy as you, perhaps even more. So as you gather the courage to go speak to her, do not think you’re all alone then and there as both of you are part of the dance. And it does take two to Tango.

More to remember is to make eye contact as you speak to them, which with enough confidence shouldn’t be a problem.

In case of complementing them, be as unique as possible. Use interesting, descriptive language while staying away from repetitive clichés. 

Lastly, don’t take yourself, or the situation, too seriously. For humour remains our best ally. Though staying away from corny and cheesy pick-up lines is probably a good idea; because women of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over them and those who use them.

If serious about acquiring or mastering these conversation skills, one can skim through Google to learn more. Yep. Simply type How to Improve/master your conversation skills and there you’ll have it. I won’t add any links herein because they are too many. Nevertheless, nothing beats experience; for it is the real Guru. So after reading on, don’t be shy to apply the knowledge you have gathered along the way. Time to have fun. Good Luck! But do tell me first: Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?


As we have seen, approaching women is an art — just like seducing them. But it may be even more important. Simply because without a proper approach, there wouldn’t be any chance, or time, for seduction. The more we practice, as the higher the number of trials, the higher our chances of succeeding. Possibilities and Probabilities, Baby. Apart from self-confidence, one key to success goes back to not caring about the response, as not to take it personal in case rejected. That’s in addition to being reasonable about who we approach. 

Most women are intuitive by nature, allowing them to be able to tell from the guys’ vibes whenever the latter proceed to make their move. When they sense they are being treated charmingly and respectfully the chances of not being rejected, even of being successful, increase exponentially. Add to that a tad bit of humour and you’re set. Whatever transpires, this way you will not spend your life regretting that you chickened out and lost a certain opportunity. Also, this way you will end up with lots and lots of fun stories to share.


Find The Others. I will end this article by quoting Timothy Leary in the following excerpt from his famous quote: “Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find The Others.” Do it.


The Art of Approaching Women by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul


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Tuesday, 13 February 2018

Why Some Women Point Their Feet When Aroused




Whenever writing about a heavy topic or scattered between multiple pieces, I sometimes let myself drift. First, as a break. Second, to stir up the creative juices, which helps with any blocks. And finally, just to see what happens. I still create, sometimes even write, but the topics end up being of a more light-hearted nature, allowing some balance into the equation. The following article was inspired by a lustful and stimulating recent encounter.


Have you ever noticed how some aroused women sensually point their feet and toes like a ballerina? Some of us did wonder about this appealing form of body language, which many men have a fondness for. For them, it’s a clear indicator of the 
deep engagement and intense physical sensation felt by the women, that they are truly into it. Let alone how it seems to be associated with femininity and seductiveness.

Being a personal turn-on I was curious to know more. And as usual, bless the Internet, the questions and answers are found right there on various websites and forums. 





Let me first state that feet-pointing is not to be confused with another sign of heartfelt sexual arousal, toe-curling. Pointing involves stretching the calves muscles while extending ankles, feet and toes forward. This appears to be more natural, elegant, and graceful than the out of control, seizure-like clenching and curling. Nevertheless, a toe-curling orgasm remains highly sought after.

But in fact, feet/toes pointing is not solely linked to sex or porn. For it goes deeper than that as it’s related to beauty and aesthetics. It is actually seen in photographs of nude or sports models who almost always do it in order to appear more appealing and desirable. The main reason the feet are pointed is because it makes the leg looks longer, hence younger and more attractive.

Essentially, this “beauty standard” is why high heels exist in the first place. It is also why women still wear them even when they clearly aren’t that comfortable.

It is worth nothing that feet pointing is not a female-only phenomenon. Some males, too, experience it during sexual intercourse and while orgasming. Though among men, toe-curling remains more common than the ballerina-like pointing.

During sex, this feminine “en pointe” as it’s called in ballet terms is usually seen when women are feeling ecstatic and almost out of control. One position displaying the feet’s curved arches with toes pointing forward is when they are lying on their backs with legs up and apart — whether straight-out open, over the shoulders, or with knees bent inward while resting on the partner’s back. Another is when lying flat on their stomach with bent knees and upwards calves and legs.

Pointed feet do not show much when lying down with full body straight on the bed as there is not enough space for the feet to stretch. As for being on all four, it is not the easiest position to lift the calves, yet not impossible.

While it may differ in degrees, women point their feet during penetration, while receiving oral sex, as well as while masturbating. 
And what a delightfully erotic sight that is.

“It makes you want to suck their toes, which makes them point them even more,” wrote one commentator. It actually does. 

“I seriously thought I was the only guy alive that had this, man. I’m actually kinda relieved I’m not the only one,” wrote another.


Nom Nom Nom and a big juicy Thank You for the inspiration

In general, gestures with our feet are a powerful form of body language

. It is no wonder that many are drawn to feet as they find them particularly sexy. Also that foot/toes jobs, freaks, and fetishes exist in abundance. In actuality, Foot Fetishism, also known as Foot Partialism or Podophilia, is the most common form of sexual fetishism for otherwise non-sexual objects or body parts.

As you may have guessed, Foot Fetishism, is way more prevalent among men than women. Perhaps the very fact that women’s feet are usually soft and smooth and more beautiful looking — even more lickable, suckable, edible — has something to do with it. But that remains subjective. Or plainly, perhaps because men are natural perverts. You will never find a woman asking a man to send her a pic of his feet. Ha. Write me back if you do. 

While women feet get lots of attention, their legs as well get their fair share. Why Japanese Females Have Bowlegs is an earlier piece, which surprisingly became the most read on One Lucky Soul. 

And on a parallel note, What’s the Story with Blue Balls (and Blue Vulva)? is another.  

There is likewise the denser exposé The Intertwining of Music and Sexuality ― A Djembefola’s Tale.

 

Now to the essence. 

There is no one single answer to why women [and some men] point their feet when sexually excited. A suggested idea is that it has to do with the tightening of the muscles, an involuntary tensing of myotonia; either during intercourse — when enjoying it — or right before and/or while achieving climax.

The more accepted reason for feet pointing [and curling] during heightened arousal is a neurological phenomenon called Motor Overflow. It is when intense nervous system activity triggers involuntary muscle spasms throughout different parts of the body, including the toes. Curiously, that is due to the proximity between the wiring for genitals and that for feet in the brain, resulting in this involuntary “twitch” from the autonomic nervous system getting overloaded with signals.

Starting with neurological connections before the physical manifestation,
pointing the feet [or curling them] is the resulting response. And similar to other body twitches, it is natural, just that here it occurs in the context of sexual excitement.

A second related theory is Spinal Stimulation; a reason to stimulate blood flow to the lower body and genital area. The spinal cord, you see, acts as a central hub in the equation where signals from genitals and brain are integrated, thereby orchestrating sexual climax. 

According to some women, pointing their feet helps them reach a better, more intense orgasm. So they learned how to point their feet as they get there — as a sort of self-conditioning. 
 
Others mention that they cannot cum without stretching their muscles. And when the leg muscles are stretched, the ankles, feet and toes naturally point forward. It occurs either consciously or subconsciously. 




An additional possibility could be related to aesthetics and self-image. Perhaps women who do point their feet/toes during sex have already
considered how desirable they look and are aware of the gained allure. In contrast, think of how flat, non-pointed feet with no arches would look like in a ceiling mirror above the bed when all is showing are flat heels. Based on prior observation, it could have stemmed from a premeditated conscious decision. 



Not all women are toe-pointers. While for some the feet and toes remain unaffected by sex, the opposite occurs for others who show sloppy non-pointed feet — which inherently does not seem as seductive.

Having always been a fan without ever wording it out, over the years I came to observe a correlation between how sensual, provocative, and physically fit the women are and the likelihood of pointing their feet during intercourse. The healthier and more flexible, playful, seductive, the more likely they will do it. Believe it or not, this is only mildly related to the body weight and type.

 A lot of it got to do with the mindset 
— and Motor Overflow. A reminder of the fact that the whole essence of being sexy lies in the confidence coming from knowing that you indeed are.



As we have seen, feet/toes pointing is considered to be one of those unwritten rules of lust, beauty, and aesthetics. It is done by certain women to accentuate their sexual allure as well as to better the coitus and their orgasms — consciously in some cases and subconsciously in others.

Apart from the alluring, provocative visual aspect, for a significant number of men it’s an indicator that she is fully engaged into the experience and is out of control, which is what turns them on. 

When I told the inspiring muse about this article, she eloquently shared: “For me, it’s an overwhelming involuntary response to pure pleasure and amazing chemistry sensations. Like a reflex.” What nimble and astute words. She also sent me the seductive middle photo above of her shapely foot in pink heels. Yummm.


Now we know. 
Whether you have been swept off your feet or are head over heels, keep them pointed.



ALSO VIEW: 
 

When Selective Men Reject Women
 
 
 
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