Momentum with Pheromones

Crossing towards me in the throng of pedestrians was a cute little Japanese girl, a double for the porno actress Chihiro Aoi. She was about five-two with long, silky straight black hair. I knew that using pheromones would increase her attraction to me. Her body was petite, but curvy with nice hips and ass and breasts pushing out against her coat, the kind of soft feminine-looking girl that I love to corrupt. A long funky green woollen coat with really wide sleeves and really thick wrist cuffs kept her warm. Those cuffs looked like cheerleader’s pom-poms, giving me an obvious opener. Fatigue was swept clean away like a gang of jihadis under an artillery strike. ”You look like a cheerleader walking down the street with her pom- poms in that coat.” Makiko gave me a bemused look, a smile crept onto her face. Learn more at http://pheromones-work.weebly.com/home/methodical-pheromone-research and http://austingosser.bcz.com/2016/01/31/pheromones-to-attract-women/

Ah, shitty English. So she was fresh off the boat. I was an androstenone based pheromones to incease attraction. Her feet remained rooted to the sp0t—a sure sign of interest—so l concentrated more on my sub- communication as we engaged in a stilted but pleasant ten minute conversation. I dropped in occasional Iapanese words when I struggled to convey my intentions in English, and from that I was able to gauge that even in her own language, she was shy. She still wasn’t saying much, but her eyes held the tell-tale sparkle. I was as non—threatening as I could be, I didn’t want her to bound off like a scared rabbit, and I was able to bounce her across the street to Pret A Manger for a cup of coffee. For ten minutes we communicated mostly with our eyes as we sat across from each other over a narrow high table. That was the hard part. The sandwich shop was packed with shoppers busily getting their late lunches or coffees. Usually when I first meet a girl the words keep things chugging along. I’ll be telling stories, joking, laughing and letting her tell me more about herself. Girls have a tendency to tell me things that she wouldn’t otherwise. It’s that sense of anonymity, knowing that she can say anything and it’s not going to get back to her friends or family who I am likely never going to meet. Our connection is a pure, discreet one-on-one interaction entirely cocooned from the rest of her life of pheromone oils. A language barrier hamstrings all of that. All of the subtlety and finesse that can be communicated verbally is rendered useless so you have to get creative pheromone scents. I teased her about looking like a cute little hamster, finding a picture on Googlelmages to illustrate my point. Mostly I was using eye contact to keep the hook and used playful movements with her, all which she seemed to be enjoying, but I was getting bored quickly. Barely suppressed yawns fought their way up—l was still exhausted and starting to crash. Still a mere technical challenge like being unable to talk to each other wasn’t going to stop me from trying to poke my dick into her. Time to try a different tactic and use venue changes to keep some momentum going. Learn more at http://lusharson8884.exteen.com/20161128/powerful-pheromone-fragrances

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