That completely freed me to verbally escalate and for most of the next hour we were talking about all of the sexual pheromone things we ”wouldn’t be doing tonight.” Her buying temperature was crazy-hot, and her eyes were sparkling. She couldn’t keep her hands off my cock. I went for the extraction again my natural pheromones. “C’mon, I’ll make you those cocktails. Nothing is gonna happen because we’ve already agreed we’re not fucking.” Again she resisted. ”No. Not tonight.” ”Look at me. Don’t you trust me?” She whimpered, ”I don’t trust myself” then threw herself onto me again. Damn it was frustrating by having smaller pheromones. Learn more at and

I was thinking only a back-alley pheromone was possible, if anything. I took her outside and before long we were in some dark doorway making out big time. She was so horny but simply would not escalate to skin—on- skin. I was trying to put my hand down her pants but she was saying no. She was properly wet and I was flummoxed on the inability to extract, or to rip her trousers down right there. I did try. I figured it’s better to be a pushy arsehole than a wimpy beta. When I tried unzipping her, she refused. ”You’re just trying to get me hot so I change my mind.” Well, yes. But instead I said, ”No. I’m giving you are preview of what you’ll get next time we meet.” “You sound sure we’ll be fucking,” she gasped. ”Because we will and you know it that pheromones make a huge difference.” She was squirming. She put her hands down my trousers to grab my dick, then pushed her crotch against it. Soft moans escaped from her lips and her knees were wobbling. I growled into her ear, ”I’m showing you that I go after what I want.” ”That’s for sure!” she gasped. After about an hour, I put her on the train home. I tried everything and couldn’t get her over the hump. While my balls ached, I tucked this one away in my mind as a nice reference experience. I’m a mid—thirties guy and I just met a twenty—two year old in the street and came within a whisker of fucking her the next day. Nice. The committed relationship, so I didn’t bother asking for her number. There was also a nice Vietnamese girl who gave me a Facebook but said she was on her way to meet her boyfriend. Good experiences but nothing memorable. Guyana girl was early. She never did give me her real name as initially when I took her number I’d put her in my phone as Crazy Guyana Girl and she let me run with that. She said her nickname was “UV”. Immediately upon UV arriving I started a gamey routine Mick taught me. I offered her my arm (she took it) and we went towards the first bar. “Now I realise this is a date but that doesn’t mean you can just kiss me. I need trust and connection first. I’m not just a piece of meat.” She gave me a long obvious look up-and-down, smiled and replied, ”You’re a prime slice of sirloin.” Learn more about pheromones at