Bishop’s Incredible , II ncredible, ncredible Unpublished Un published Stories
Preface
Like a bright, shining flower, opening itself in thousands of colors, this e-book has the purpose of widening your creativity and expanding e xpanding that place in your mind, that comes up with incredible, sensual, and lustful ideas. An immense period of time has been devoted in putting together and organizing in chronological order all Bishop’s stories (except the ones from fro m “Bishop’s Journal”), and checking for and correcting grammar errors. Also, b y noticing the kinds of titles that Bishop gives to his stories, I was able to give titles to the stories that had no titles.
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Table of Contents
Title
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Bishop's Bar Babe..............................................................................................................5 Bishy's Victoria Secrets Chic (Needy Chic)...................................................................11 Bishop’s Violetness..........................................................................................................14 Bishy's VIOLET Afternoon............................................................................................22 Bishy's NON Success Sarge.............................................................................................27 Bishop’s Fitness Teacher.................................................................................................30 Bishy’s Melody.................................................................................................................41 Bishy Bangs Brandi...and Friend...................................................................................45 Bishy’s Gayness................................................................................................................58 Adventurous Niki.............................................................................................................59 Bishop UnBangs Amanda...............................................................................................63 Bishop’s Kickboxing Babe..............................................................................................66 Boobsy Ayda.....................................................................................................................77 Banging a business babe..................................................................................................81 Sarging Wives...................................................................................................................89 Bishop’s Easter.................................................................................................................92 “Whoppi Goldberg”........................................................................................................96 Bishy's Fireworks Weekend............................................................................................98 Bishop's Minor...............................................................................................................110 Being a Vampire Lover.................................................................................................111
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License to Sarge at the DMV........................................................................................120 A Warm Fuzzy for Jena................................................................................................130 Banging Melea................................................................................................................140 Bishop Bangs a Brainy Babe.........................................................................................159 Bishop Converts a Lesbian............................................................................................170 Bishy’s Debbie Dish.......................................................................................................183 Bishy's First Oompa Loompa.......................................................................................197 Bishop Rocks Roxanne..................................................................................................204 The Bishnighter, the Blonde, & the Bonus! ................................................................221 Groups of babes.............................................................................................................234 Bishy's President's LAY Sarge.....................................................................................236 Legs of Seduction...........................................................................................................244 Gothic Seduction............................................................................................................247 Doin' Debbie at Disneyland...........................................................................................253 My First Cube Success...................................................................................................257
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Bishop's Bar Babe Saturday night I went to Claim Jumper J umper for dinner (It's a great restaurant, with HUGE portions) It has a bar area, where you can order food, so I sat there. On most nights, Saturdays especially, this place is PACKED. So while I was sitting at the bar and ordering food, there were people there waiting for a table. Well, I noticed this very attractive blonde babe, sitting at the bar with this brunette. My first thought was, "Eenie, Meenie, Minee, Blow." But then I put my mental cock away and decided to have some fun. I didn't have my recorder with me, so this first encounter is based 100% on memory. But fear not, the meeting Sunday was recorded and fully transcribed! Anyway, I noticed the blonde had a small tattoo on her ankle, so I used that for my opener. I said, "Excuse me; I realize I might be interrupting your plot to overthrow ov erthrow the male population, but I have GOT to get a better look at that tattoo of yours." (It really was cool looking. It was a fairy holding a heart, nice details) The blonde gave a look of surprise, but stuck her ankle out for my inspection. I tapped her tattoo with my finger as I said, "Very nice." Then as I stood back up, I said, "Since we've gotten so close, I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Michael." Her name was Laurie, and the brunette was Sandra. Now, in the old days, I would have showed her MY tattoos. But that's for Marklars and show-offs. Instead, I asked her, "So tell me, Laurie. What do you think about when you IMAGINE SEEING FAIRIES?" She said "Untainted life, freedom, curiosity. Magic" Ma gic" Hmm, I wonder how I can use those back in conversation ????? :- ) I said, "I agree. I mean it would be very nice to, perhaps by MAGIC, to have the FREEDOM to INDULGE IN YOUR CURIOSITY, and live a nice n ice UNTAINTED LIFE." Then I tap anchored the top of her hand with, "Can you feel that to be possible?" She smiled and said it sure would be nice. Then I turned to Sandra and asked her, "So, what's something you find magical, or perhaps even mystical?"
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Sandra didn't want to play along, so I chose to "Smurf" her so I could have her negative energy away from this important first level rapport of the sarge. It took a few minutes, but it of course worked (If you're not familiar with "Smurfing" you can learn that and many other POWERFUL intangibles at an Essential Skills seminar, Tom 's "Golden Bubble" and Kim "Condiment Anchoring" are worth the price of admission alone!) While I was letting it do it's work, I turned to Laurie and asked, "You have a disciplined energy about you, do you play a sport or practice a martial art?" Laurie said she just rollerblades. I said, "Really? Then I'd like to analyze your handwriting sometime, and find out where that disciplined energy comes from with you." Laurie asked, "You read handwriting?" I was a smart ass at first and said, "Well, unless it's from a Doctor, we can ALL read handwriting." This actually got a laugh from Laurie. Sandra excused herself. Laurie revealed to me, "Don't take it personally, she's just getting over a really bad break up." (Hmm, re-heal-ly?)
I said, "Break ups can be rough. That's why I prefer my FREEDOM, it allows me to satisfy my CURIOSITY about love, yet still keep the toxins of break ups away, so I have an UNTAINTED LIFE in that regard." Laurie smiled and said, "Who are you? You're very good at making me comfortable around you..." I smiled and said, "I had a sneaking suspicion you had excellent tastes, I'm glad to see I was right." We shared a laugh, then I told her I really needed to return to my table. I asked her, "I really would enjoy analyzing your handwriting, so what steps would we have to take to MAKE THAT HAPPEN?" She gave me her phone number, and off I went. That was Saturday
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Sunday afternoon I called her (I ignored the "wait 2 days" rule, because I had not really done a whole lot with Laurie, sarge-wise, so I wanted to contact her before life muddied her memory of how "comfortable" she was around me) Laurie told me she was a substitute teacher, with dreams of being a full time staff member at an elementary school. (And it was ELEMENTARY that she was going to enjoy my STAFF, my MEMBER, if you will. LOL) We got on the subject of writing, and I asked her if she'd give me her opinion on "this poem I wrote." I then proceeded to read her my "Rain of Desire" poem (Please don't request this one from me. I have made it one of the "bonus" poems, which are exclusive to "Bishop's Journal." So it would defeat the purpose if I went ahead and posted it here) Once I finished, she said, "I could actually see what you were talking about, that was great!" I said, "Modesty prevents me from disagreeing with you." We shared a laugh, then she told me how she wished she could write poetry. So, I helped her create one, right there on the phone! (I'm seriously thinking of putting together something for you guys, so you can do this as well. It will help YOU create more imaginative poetry, and allow you to help babes create poetry right there with you. Can you SEE THE BENEFITS of something like that?) Instead of including all the little details, I'll just share that I asked her to name one of her favorite animals (Dog: Irish Setter) and give it one human characteristic (It can sing). Then I simply walked her through a setting of her choosing (In the mountains) and a season (summer). Then, in about 10 minutes, this is the poem I helped her to create: With the warm summer winds gently blowing at his coat An Irish Setter sat upon the cliffs of a mountain, and took in the view So inspired by what he saw, the Irish Setter was moved to song. And for far and wide, the echoes of the soothing tones danced in the ears of The fortunate few. From this, began the legend. The legend of the perfect summer day, in these mountains so majestic. As the legend goes, it is said that on that one. Perfect. Summer. Day. If you listen closely.. You will hear his song. So take a moment right now. And listen.
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Laurie was very pleased with her poem. I told her I had to go in a few minutes, and asked her if she'd like to meet for coffee later tonight? We agreed on meeting at a Starbucks at 8 that night, and she wanted to bring Sandra. I wasn't real fond of the idea, but I never back down from a worthy challenge. So, anyway, I show up to Starbucks at 8, and Laurie and Sandra are already there. I order my favorite Starbucks tea (Zen iced tea with Valencia syrup) then sit down with my two new trance mates. Laurie says, "I let Sandra read the poem we made, she liked it." Then Sandra said, "It was really very nice actually. And forgive my lack of manners the other night, I'm not too fond of you men right now." I smiled and said, "Oh, I'm not one of the men from this planet. No, no, no, I come from the planet Bliss, where we do not become men until we master the ability to turn a woman's whole body into one big blush." This got a very nice laugh from Sandra, who said, "You're certainly not a predictable guy so far." Laurie asked me, "So, do you really read handwriting?" Then she caught herself and said, "I mean analyze, do you really analyze handwriting?" I told her if she gave me a sample of her handwriting, I'll let her be the judge of just how accurately I do. (And because I have been getting bombarded with requests for what I have babes write, I'll share it here. Keep in mind that I have them write this because I'm looking for how they do their Y's, G's, I's, T's, O's, and how they write a K in the middle of a sentence. So you don't HAVE to have them write this same sentence, unless you want to see these same letters. Here it is: "Men and women on the lush green grass, singing songs and reading poetry to the people in the parking lot. While the dogs and the cats say, 'If we only had thumbs, we could be in the band.' ") Laurie's handwriting revealed to me that she is emotionally responsive, middle level self esteem, doesn't pay a lot of attention to details, needed a physical challenge, was socially selective, and has a fear of success. Naturally I threw in my standard, "Ooh, and you like secrets." Where I then go into my "Secrets" pattern. On the socially selective part, I did the Steve's "Soul Friends" approach (I don't have this one in my files, so if you need it, ask the list)
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By the time I finished, Laurie was giving me the eye scan, and Sandra was dying for me to do her handwriting next! Sandra's writing revealed her to be blunt if asked her opinion, socially selective, has a strong self esteem, and emotionally withdrawn (The last part was no surprise given her recent break-up) I then asked them both, in an excited child-like manner, "Hey, would you like to see something really cool?" They did, so I did my "Warmth Builder" on BOTH of them at the same time! Guys, the reactions they gave me were BEAUTIFUL! I had Sandra's "shape" melt away all her emotional frustrations, and had her see that happening on a molecular level. Laurie's "shape" I had do the standard "building up of warmth" all through her body. By the time I finished with them both, I thought I was gonna have a threesome on my hands! Sandra actually started to cry, and told me that was exactly what she needed right now. Then she came over and gave me a HUGE hug ("both barrels" so to speak) Laurie wasn't crying, but her physiology indicated to me that she was having "lusty thoughts" (biting of lower lip, licking of lips, shifting in seat, eye scan, head tilted, rubbing her legs) I looked into Laurie's eyes and asked, "So how was that, my soul friend?" and as I said that, I fired off the hand anchor from Saturday. Then I fired off the solar plexus anchor from the "Secrets" pattern as I said, "How does it feel right in here?" Guys, when she got up, I thought Laurie was going to cum right there in front of the Mochachinno display! Laurie turned to Sandra and said, "Will you excuse us a minute." Then she motioned for me to follow her. We went outside, and she said to me, "I didn't want to say this in front of Sandra, in case I ended up looking like a fool. But, are you trying to get me aroused?" I smiled and said, "No, I'm trying to make you cum." She let out a laugh and said, "Mission accomplished there. But this is so not what I'm used to, so I really don't think we should be going any further with this. You're an amazing guy, but this is all moving so fast." Then I gave my "Midnighter" reply that Ross mentioned to the list:
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I took her by the hand, sat her down on a bench, and said: "Let me make this situation clear for you. I know what abilities you have, and can see what makes you unique among other women. I've experienced this moment already, in my head, from a dozen different angles. And the truth is, I've made love to you in every one of them. So the question isn't should we make love, but rather how well do you want to be made love to? Because there is an opportunity here that most romantics only get to dream about, and what little girls wish for on a starry night. One might even look at this opportunity and think it's something out of the land of glass slippers, and magical carriages. Except, of course, you don't need rescuing, you're strong already. So relax in the knowledge that I already made love to you, before we ever even met." She said NOTHING at first, and just gave me this amazing kiss. Then she whispered to me, "I can't just leave Sandra here alone. That would be mean." I replied, "You're right. So let's take her with us to your place." Laurie said, "And just leave her sitting in my living room?" I smiled and said, "No, we could go to my place and just leave her sitting in MY living room." She gave me another kiss, then said, "I'll be right back. Do not leave." Then she went inside, and I saw her talking to Sandra. It went well I assume, because Laurie came back out and said, "Let's take your car, we're going back to my place." I asked, "What about Sandra?" Laurie said, "Well, she said I should go for it while I can. You got her vote." And so with that, we went back to her place...and discussed decorating ideas. Just kidding...we talked about boys, drank cocoa, and then watched a superb movie-of-theweek starring Joan Collins on The Lifetime Channel. Guys, this sarge only took 1 hour of actual sarging time. So, may it serve to once again show that it is best to focus on the QUALITY of the sarge, not the QUANTITY of time spent on the sarge. Oh, and go to your local comic shop and read issues of "The Authority" the official Masters of A.S.S. (Advanced Speed Seduction) comic book! The Bishthority
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Bishy's Victoria Secrets Chic (Needy Chic) There must be MUTUAL enjoyment or else it ain't worth a fuck (literally and figuratively!) I have a one to share, which happened about three months ago. I was at the mall sarging this HB that worked at Victoria's Secretions...I mean Victoria's SECRET! I have an "Angel" card (It's a V.S. credit card) and was using it to get something for my "Girl Scout" Denise (She's the bisexual singer who goes with me sometimes to pick up babes for threesomes). I was talking with a sales babe, asking her opinion on camisoles versus teddies. (Chicks LOVE getting lingerie from guys!) I build rapport with her, but not enough to get her to model any of the items for me. Long story short, she gave me her phone number and I called her a few days later. I read her some of my poetry, which I believe included "The Whisper of Anticipation. Yadda, yadda, yadda, I have her meet me for coffee at a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf not far from where I was living at the time. So there we are at the coffee place, and I'm running my "Secrets" pattern on her, followed by "The Mermaid & the Blowfish" (Sorry, that one's never been posted, nor is it in my archives. It was created exclusively to be put in my book, so that's the only place to get it.) She starts giving me the eye scan, so I lean in close like I'm going to kiss her (to get her reaction) and I say, "You look like you have something you want to say." And she kissed me! So one would think, "Cool, he closed her after that!" Well, not so fast, Skippy! She resisted a little, so I did the tried and true, "You're right, we shouldn't FEEL INCREDIBLE AROUSED right now" and other assorted things that I said while still continuing to touch and kiss. She then confesses to me that she has not been with a man sexually in almost a year, and proceeds to tell me why. Personally, I didn't give a fuck WHY, I just wanted to end her "dry" spell!!! But she persisted in telling me her problems with guys. That ruined my enjoyment, so I stopped making out with her and asked her if she liked chat rooms. She said she did, so I said something like, "Good, so you'll know how to log in and continue this conversation with them instead of me." Then, still remaining relaxed, I got up and wished her a nice night, then I left.
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Sure, I could have asked her to "shut up and kiss me" but when you really think about the situation, it could have proven to be more than I truly wanted overall. She was at an emotional point right then, one that very likely could have caused her to attach way too much to our "adventure" than I wanted. So instead of adding to my numbers, I chose to protect myself from a possible future stalker. There are women who just happen to be with a loser currently, and then there are women who seem to frequently be with losers. The latter is the needy one. The key is in the way she answers questions, and offers information. You probably already know that if a woman says things like, "I just never seem to be able to..." or "Why is everything so (insert negative word here)?" chances are, she's a needy chick. Another sign is when she says the familiar, "I always seem to fall for losers." And, no, she is NOT saying that because she's searching for a winner like you! You really do have to understand the reality of her situation. She's insecure enough to stay with an asshole because "He's not an asshole ALL the time!" and the loser's with her because, hey, he gets to stroke his ego by controlling her. And let's not forget that we don't know EXACTLY what makes the guys she's with "losers" As far as you know, her idea of "loser" is someone who doesn't have enough money to maintain HER lavish lifestyle. So always ask for clarification if you're uncertain. BUT, signs most guys miss when looking to see if a chick is needy, are these: 1) Babes who get touchy-feely in the first 2 - 5 minutes! For example: You introduce yourself to a babe, tell her a joke, and as she's laughing she's touching your leg or arm. (WARNING! This is not true if she does this kind of touching later, ONLY when she gets this physical in the first few minutes, unprompted) She is doing this out of a need for affection. But before you go "Bish, that makes the sarge easier to close!" understand that unless for some reason she turns out to be your soul mate, showing her affection will cause her to be incredibly needy and obsessive for your constant attention and will take your rejection later as betrayal and things might get ugly! The "non-needy" babe will definitely NOT be touching you so soon. They might be dating an asshole, but they are not seeking affection from the first stranger that s hows the slightest interest in her. 2) Babes who, upon finding out what you do, find a way to find out what your income is. They might probe by saying something like: "My friend was looking into that kind of occupation; she says it pays big bucks!" Now, you may be thinking, "No, Bish, that's what a GREEDY woman says." Uh...greedy women ARE needy! A "non-needy" babe will care less about what you make, and more about how good you are at that occupation. Because, a stable, non-needy babe, will find it more attractive to talk to a man whose job is something he's good at, so he won't be looking to sponge off HER! 3) Babes who say stuff like, "I don't know why I wore this dress today." Or "I forgot to put on my makeup today." They are seeking reassurance that they made the right clothing choice, or don't need makeup to look pretty, or whatever they say that draws you into paying them a compliment. And most guys fall for it!
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(WARNING! This only applies to babes who say these things THE FIRST TIME YOU MEET THEM! Once you've known a babe a little while, they say that shit because you're no longer an acquaintance and they feel comfortable around you._
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Bishop’s Violetness Friday I had gone to a local bookstore, to reserve a book I was looking for. After wards I decided to see what latest women's magazines they had on the rack (Guys, there's some great stuff to learn by reading women's magazines. If nothing else, it shows you how they think. I personally read them not only for the great info I get to learn, but it's such a state change on babes when I quote something from one of the magazines, like I did with this babe!) There was this leggy brunette there, reading a copy of "Cosmopolitan" so I said to her: "Did you ever notice how women's magazines have names that aren't true to who reads them?" She looked at me funny and replied, "I don't follow you." I said, "Well, take the magazine you have right now, Cosmo. How many 'Cosmopolitan' women do you think really read that magazine? Not many, I've counted." She laughed. I continued with, "I guess they have to give it a cool name though, because it just doesn't roll off the tongue as smoothly if they had called it, 'NeverBeen-Out-Of-The-Country Magazine'." She let out a really nice laugh from that one, and then said, "Actually, I've been out of the country before." I smiled and said, "Excellent, where did you go to? " She said she had been to England, and Jamaica. I focused the chat on Jamaica, since I had been there and could weave an accurate description of the area. I said, "Jamaica? Coolness! I was there, I stayed in Ocho Rios." She said she stayed in Montego Bay. Then I asked, "What was it about Jamaica that made you THINK TO YOURSELF, 'Ooh, this will be fun'?" (I pointed to myself on the "this will be fun" part. She replied, "Well, it’s Jamaica. I mean, tropical beaches, sexy black men, and reggae music. What’s not to love?" (Guys, do NOT assume that if a babe mentions finding black men sexy, that she's only hot for black men. It just means that she might have a preference towards black men, but she'll probably still like some vanilla in her cone!)
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I then asked, "So what do you hold as one of your favorite memories from Jamaica?" She replied, "Well, the whole trip was actually one big favorite memory, because I went with girlfriends I have known since junior high." Since I didn't want to spend a bunch of time getting her to describe her vacation, I took what she had given me and said, "Yeah, isn't that great to just take off on an adventure with people you've known for years and years? It's one thing to go with a current friend (motion left) or maybe even with someone you've recently become involve with (motion right) but those are not quite the same. Not compared to sharing it with someone (s.p.) you've known a long, long time. Because when you SPEND TIME WITH THIS PERSON (s.p.) it's like one big favorite memory. Such a favorite, that the more you FOCUS on your time with this person,the more you VALUE THIS TIME TOGETHER. And the more you value this time together, the more you decide, for all your own reasons, that THIS IS SOMEONE SPECIAL, and that YOU CAN SHARE ANYTHING with this (s.p.) person. It’s a rare thing to have, so I'm sure you're smart enough to DO WHATEVER IT TAKES to keep this person in your life." She said, "Oh, absolutely. Good friends are hard to find." (But hard friends are good to find! Ah-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!) I introduced myself, and found out her name was Vi ol et , li ke the color. I held her hand as I said, "Let's go somewhere." She took her hand back as she said, "Uh, no, I don't think so." I smiled and said, "No, you misunderstand. I meant let's go somewhere...standing right....here." She smiled and said, "You're different, I'll tell you that much." Then she said, "Okay, so where are we going?" I took her to a little cafe area connected to the bookstore, and said, "Have a seat.... and some curiosity . . . because we're about to go someplace...wonderful." She smiled and said, "Make it good." I replied, "Well, that depends on you. The more worthy you are, the better the adventure." She laughed and said, "The more worthy I am?" I smiled and said, "Thank you for a greeing." We shared a laugh, and then I took her hands and asked her to close her eyes.
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Then I said: "Imagine being on your your ideal vacation. Anywhere in the world, and you are there. Where would you be?" She thought a moment then said, "Taking a cruise around the world." (I've never had that response before, believe it or not) I said, "Perrrrfect. And where would be your favorite stop on this cruise? " She said, "Spain, maybe. That or Greece." I said, "Oooh, very niiiice. What is it about Spain that would make it your favorite stop?" She said, "I just think th ink it would be a romantic roman tic place." Then she added with a laugh, l augh, "That and I could get an all over tan." I said, “Very niiiice. And what is it about Greece that would make it a favorite spot?" She said, said, "Seeing all that incredible incredi ble history, and the ruins. Well, the Greek men too." I gathered from our conversation so far, that romantic men are a big focus of hers while on a vacation. So, I used that as I said, "Yeah, that does sound like an incredible vacation. Just IMAGINE THE ROMANCE you get to experience. All those nice feelings you get to have (I rubbed her fingers as I said all this) And just like a Christmas present from when you were a little girl, THIS GUY IN FRONT OF YOU is ready to be unwrapped...ready to be yours...ready to take you on an amazing adventure. An adventure that begins right now...and continues ….through every...single...stop...on your cruise. And as you ENJOY THIS MOMENT you start to HEAR THIS VOICE inside your mind. This voice of acceptance.... this voice of surrender...this surrender...this voice of permission....Acceptance permission....Acceptance that THIS IS WHAT YOU DESERVE.....Surrendering to all your deepest ….desires...and ….desires...and giving yourself permission to STEP OUTSIDE THE AVERAGE...and step into the amazing. This This place of untold enjoyment...this place of undiscovered pleasures...this pleasures...this place of unending possibilities. Can you you FEEL THAT (tapped her wrist) to be something worth experiencing?" She slowly opened her eyes as she silently nodded, and gave me a very satisfied look. She was quiet for several seconds, and then she said, "I feel like I could just float away. You have a soothing way with your voice." I smiled and said, Modesty prevents me from disagreeing with you." We shared a laugh, and then she asked me, "So what do you do for a living?" I took out one of my c ards and handed it to her.
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She read it and grinned as she said, "Sensual writer, huh? You should do audios of your writings, you have the voice for it." I asked her, "How interested would you be in giving me your opinion on some writing I've done?" She said, "Sure, let me read it!" I told her, "Well, it's actual at home. You can either follow me there, or we can meet later, which do you prefer?" She said, "I'm not going to your place, we just met. But you have my curiosity, which I'm sure was the plan." I did a faux innocence as I said, "Plan? I don't have a plan. I just want to turn your whole body into one b ig blush without having to lay a finger on you. But, sorry, no plan." She cracked up and said, "You get points for originality, and for being genuinely funny. So tell you want I'm going to do for you. I’m going to let you take me out tomorrow night. How's that?" I laughed in her face! Then I looked at her and said, "Oh, you were serious? Oh, how sweet!" She looked at me with confusion. I said, "Violet, I'm sorry if I mislead you with the whole 'body into one big blush' thing, but I'm not interested in dating you. I hardly know you. You struck me as an intelligent woman, so I was interested in your opinion on some things I've written. Perhaps as I get to know you, then we can talk about going out." She had the most shocked shocked look on her face. face . I then said, "So, what do you say? Friends?" Then I stuck my hand out. She shook it then asked, "You're messing with me, aren’t you?" I said, "No, I truly would like your opinion on some things I've written." She said, "No, not that! I mean...never mind. I just made a complete fool out of myself."
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I took her hand and said, "No, you just thought I was like every other guy. Just because a guy is nice to you, doesn't mean he has a hidden agenda." (Can you believe I said that with a straight face?) She asked, "You're not, like, already involved. Are anything, are you?" I said, “No, not not yet. yet. So, do you have have an e-mail address? add ress? I can send s end it to you that tha t way, and you can read it at your leisure." After collecting her thoughts, she said she did have an e-mail address, so we exchanged. Then I said, "Give us a hug, then I have to go." She hugged me, then as I was about to leave, I said, "Let me get your phone number too. Maybe I'll call you and read it to you instead." We exchanged numbers, and then I left the poor girl to sit and let the event event sink in. That was Friday
That night, I sent her my "Warm "W arm Fuzzy" Fuzz y" and "Ruby "R uby Butterfly" Butte rfly" stories, with the message, "Let me know which you prefer, I want to enter one in a contest." Here was her reply Saturday: Why not enter them both? They are really very amazing! This might sound funny, but I could almost hear you reading them as I read them. You describe things so detailed, did you study writing in school or something? And you absolutely have to tell me what word the butterfly was saying. So call me or e-mail me, the choice is yours. I called her and told her the secret butterfly word. Her reply was, "You need to write romance novels, and I’m serious!" I laughed and said, "Why write them, when I can live them?" We shared a laugh, and then fluff talked about our Saturday. She was going out with friends, and invited me to come along. I declined, but said (using her own words from the other day), "I'll tell you what I'm going to do for you. Tomorrow I'll let you take me to lunch." She laughed and said, "But why would I want to do that?"
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I said, "Because I'm going to share something with you that will absolutely amaze you. I know it amazed me when I first first learned about it." She said, "So in order to hear what it is, I have to buy you lunch?" I said, "No, you don't HAVE to. It's just you struck me as an independent woman, one not willing to be confined by other people's rules. Because you know that most guys want you to feel obligated to them when they buy you a meal. But, if you buy the meal, you have the power, the guy becomes obligated to you." (I love when I come up with stuff like that!) She said, "Hmm, I must confess that actually made sense. Okay, you have a deal. Where and when?" Then as I was about to speak, she said, "No, wait! If I'm paying, I decide where we eat." I said, "You got me on that one. So, where shall we dine?" We made plans to meet at noon on Sunday, at a Mexican food place further in town. And then I closed the call out, and told her I'd see her the next day. Sunday afternoon we met at the restaurant, and were seated. I asked her if she'd ever been to Mexico, and had real Mexican food. She had not. She asked me if I had, to which I replied, "Yes, and let me give you some advice, should you ever GO DOWN THERE (motioned to crotch) avoid the taco stands where there's only a few people around it. It's scarce for a reason." We shared a laugh, then fluff talked about how long we'd each been in the area, where we're from originally, and the finer points of the X-Files (FINALLY, a babe who watches the show as much as I do!) Our food arrived, so I continued fluff talking about X-Files, favorite cartoons, and the Austin Powers movies (She, like myself, liked the second one best.) After we ate, I said in a child-like excitement, "Ooh, do you want to go to the mall and scope out some hot women?" She looked at me funny and asked, "Why would I want to check out women?" I took her hand, looked at her palm, pointed to a crease, and said, "Because you're bisexual." She looked at the crease, and I SWEAR TO GOD, she said, "I am?" I smiled and said, "Yes, and I applaud you. Bi-sexual women are the most intelligent women I have ever met. They The y have an energy that is unique unto them alone, they go for what they want, and they the y know that sometimes sex really is just sex."
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Violet just looked at me, silent, for several seconds. Then she finally asked, "Are you just saying that because you want to have two women in bed at the same time?" I laughed, took her hand, and patted it as I said, "Two? Sweety, I've HAD two, multiple times. times. Hell, I've had THREE multiple times. No, my intentions are much more selfish than that, believe me." She smiled and said, "What makes you think I would want to have sex with you?" I smiled back and replied, "I don't. I would like to explore that side of you, but I would never be so presumptuous as to think you would sleep with me. Not sober anyway." She cracked up. I rubbed her fingers, as I said, "No, the truth is, I have three rules before I'll have sex with a woman. But we don't have to get into all that if you're not interested." She smiled and said, "Where did you come from? I mean . . . you are unbelievable. In a good way, believe me, in a good way." I said, "Oh?" She leaned in close and whispered, "I always had these curiosities about other women. But I was always taught that sex with another woman is wrong." I patted her hand and said, "The only thing wrong, is letting someone else dictate what your urges should be. If you want to explore the sensual side side of a woman, and she wants to explore you, then who's right is it to stop you? It's mutual satisfaction as far as I can see. Besides, it’s it’s not like you’ll get pregnant. Urges are not wrong, they're signals that you need something stimulated." Then I created a pattern by saying, "You remind me a lot of a friend of mine, named Denise. Like you, Denise was a secret bi-sexual. When she first first started to FEEL THOSE SEXUAL URGES she got confused. She wasn't sure if she should ACT ON THEM, because she was told it it was wrong. But an interesting thing happened. She had also been told that sex was bad, that it was dirty. But when she lost her virginity in High School, she discovered that SEX IS WONDERFUL. WONDERFU L. So, she thought to herself, 'If my mom was wrong about sex, maybe she was also wrong about bisexuality. So Denise decided to PUT ASIDE THE HESITATION, PUT ASIDE THE FEAR, and JUST GO FOR IT and see if her fantasies about being with another woman, is as good in the reality. And you know what? According to Denise, it was beyond her own expectations. Her only regret was that she didn't have a guy there. You know, to help
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ease her from one experience into a new one? But all in all, she says she's had the most romantic life ever since." Then I shut up! Violet smirked as she scanned my eyes, and a few moments later said with a laugh, "This feels so, I don't know, unreal. I mean after talking about this with you, I'm really curious. But it's, I don't know, odd to be talking to a guy about this stuff." I joked, "Then don't think of me as a guy, think of me as a woman with testosterone. Lots, and lots of testosterone." We shared a laugh, and then I suggested we head down to the mall, which was just about 2 miles away. She agrees, so we go! So there we are at the mall, scooping out the food court, and I asked her, "So what kind of women do you like? Tall? Short? Blondes? Redheads?" She laughed and said, "I don't know. Blondes I guess." I smiled and said, "Then lets get you a blonde." She laughed and said, "Like I would need YOUR help to pick up another woman." I laughed and said, "I didn't say I'd help. I wanna WATCH!" She laughed and asked me, "So help me out here. Do we approach her together, or should I do it alone?" I replied, "If this is really your first time approaching women sensually, then maybe we should do it together." Long story short, she kept losing her nerve, saying, "This feels too weird." So I asked her, "What would have to happen for you to feel comfortable with this?" She took my hand and replied, "Maybe it can be just you and me tonight, so I can be familiar with being with you. Then, maybe next weekend or something we can come back and try again." Worked for ME! So we got "familiar" and made plans to do some "girl scouting" next weekend.
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Bishy's VIOLET Afternoon As promised, I'm giving you an update on Violet, the bookstore brunette who I helped to discover her bi-sexuality in "Bishop's Bookstore Brunette." Well, as you may or may not recall, she was uncomfortable with picking up a woman the night I closed the deal with her. Long story short, today she and I went to a mall not too far away (not the Bishyland Mall though) we found an 18 year old Hispanic hottie named Dominique, and now I'm proud to say that Violet is the proud owner of a bi-sexual experience! There's not a lot to transcribe, but it's longer than my normal threesomes, because this was still unfamiliar territory for Violet. Violet and I saw Dominique inside a department store, walked up to her, and complimented her outfit. Dominique had a wonderful energy about her, so I said, "You have the most interesting energy about you, what kind of fun do you enjoy?" She needed a minute to reply, but said, "Shopping, I guess. And I like all kinds of music, and movies. Why what kind of fun do you enjoy?" (Oh, the poor girl just made it sooo damn easy!) I said, "I like the kind of fun....where you start to....FEEL CURIOUS.....as to what is about to happen. That moment where you can't help but....FOCUS ON THIS (self point) potentially rewarding experience. It's almost like....a really good song....in a really good movie. So no matter what I'm doing, as long as YOU START TO FEEL THAT...it's the kind of fun you enjoy." Violet did her own little thing, asking Dominique, "Are you adventurous? Do you like doing things that other people don't do, or things that other people do, but not as good as you know you can do them?" Dominique said, "I like exciting stuff, sure. I don't care if other people do it or not. As long as it feels good to me, or it's something I want to enjoy, that's all that matters." I said, "I knew there was something I liked about you." We shared a laugh, then introduced ourselves (This is an exception to my earlier post of "unknown stranger" for chicks who dig movies, because the dynamic was different since another woman was involved) Then I continued with, "You're a lot like Violet here. Like you, she does what feels good, despite what anyone else would say or do. I find that those who are open to new experiences, tend to be of a higher intelligence and don't talk themselves out of doing what would be exciting and feel good. It's the people who whine, 'I better not, I better be a good girl, I better do what other people will approve of' who lose out on the exciting adventures no movie could duplicate, and no song could capture."
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Dominique agreed, saying, "That is so true." Violet invited her to sit with us over lunch, and Dominique accepted, but had to pay for the items she had first. As we sit down to lunch, we fluffed about movies we've seen, music we like, comic books, owning pets, and the finer points of Einstein's "Twins Paradox." (Just kidding .....there was no talk about comic books) Dominique mentioned having just graduated High School last Spring, but having a hard time deciding if she wants to go to college or not. Violet, that little vixen, set a beautiful frame by remarking, "Debating going to college, is like debating having a threesome; You can see what it's like, and if you hate it, you can always walk away and say you found out for sure." Dominique laughed and said, "Oh, I know I'd like to try a threesome, no question." (Hmm, was that a hint, or a careless slip of the panties?) I pretended to need a napkin, so I looked at Violet and said, "I'll be back in a minute." (The rest of this is all based on what Violet told me she had said to Dominique) Violet asked Dominique, "So you've never done a threesome?" Dominique said no. Violet said, "How would you like to have one with me and (Bishop)?" Dominique said she wasn't sure. Violet said, "Go ahead, give it a chance. I'm curious myself." Dominique asked, "You've never done it either?" Violet said, "No, and I'd really like you to be my first one." Dominique said she still wasn't sure. Violet closed the deal by saying, "Me and (Bishop) are going to have a threesome either way, I'd just like it to be you that's the other girl." That was it! When I came back to the table, Violet smiled at me and said about Dominique, "I want her." Dominique gave a nervous laugh, and asked where we were going to do this. (she lives with her folks still, so we couldn't shag there)
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I offered my place, Violet agreed, Dominique went along with it. So we swung by Dominique's place to drop off her bags and then headed off to my place, which was about 20 minutes away. I drove Violet's car, and let Violet and Dominique get a little warmed up in the back seat with gentle arm and leg rubbing, and a few kisses. By the time we got to my place, they were holding hands, wet as the ocean, and ready to rock! And not long afterward, Violet had lovely 18 year old pussy breath, and I had two new "girl scouts." I love being me! Bishop
Q & A: Q: I'm having a hard time with understanding this whole approach, and how you made it
seem like a normal, natural way to start talking to someone. How was it framed? Because to me, it seems like there's so much "hinting" going on by the words you and Violet used, that I'm surprised Dominique didn't get a weird vibe from the sense that there was an ulterior motive involved. I mean, if you were a girl, and if a couple walked straight up to you while you were shopping, began complimenting you on your energy and asking how adventurous you are, and then invited you to sit down to lunch with them...at least to me, it would seem a little odd. As though they were Amway salesmen or something. A: First of all, you have the luxury of already knowing why me and Violet were there,
thus your perspective was already influenced. And keep in mind that Dominique was young (age 18 as it turned out) so compliments and stimulating talk is not yet old hat for her to be suspicious, especially from a couple! Sure, had I walked up to her by myself, the entire dialogue after the outfit compliment would have been different. Why? Because women have their shields up when a man approaches them out of the blue, but has little or NO shields up when a couple does. Besides, look at the walk-up. Complimenting a woman's outfit is nothing uncommon, especially from one woman to another. Next, WE WERE TALKING ABOUT HER! No chick I've ever met from 18 to 21, doesn't like being noticed and talking about herself (especially hotties).
Q: But on the other hand, the frame which I can envision seeming more natural would be
the following: You and Violet are already in the same area as Dominique, you casually compliment her on her dress, the three of you fall into a conversation, and then you guys invite her to lunch as an afterthought. The other, first way just seems to give off a vibe like you were planning to invite her to lunch the whole time and so were testing her to see if she be open to fun. Like I said, Dominique didn't catch that vibe so I'm wondering how you made it seem more natural. ?
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A: LOL! You just described EXACTLY what really happened, you just described it from
two different views of understanding (The first was how Dominique really saw it, the second was how me and Violet planned it) When you read the story again, you'll see we DID casually compliment her dress, we DID fall into conversation, we DID invite her to lunch as an afterthought. And it seemed "normal" because neither myself, not Violet, acted as cool and as calm as if we were giving someone directions. (Well, we WERE giving directions actually. LOL)
Q: One a related topic, I have a question about frames when starting conversations with
anybody in general. Obviously there are different frames around different types of conversation. When you ask someone in line at a grocery store whether an item in her basket is any good, it has a casual, "normal" frame around it which is generally comfortable for both parties. But when you walk up to a woman and compliment her by saying she is absolutely stunning, it is much less common of a conversation starter and so the ensuing conversation will have a very different frame around it. A: I don't use that line, in line at the store or anywhere else. Read ANY of my sargy
posts, and you'll see I may REFER to their looks in regard to something, but I NEVER tell a woman I just met that they look stunning, or are attractive. Such lines are common, and so they have no place in my world of being unique.
Q: Often I want to start conversations with women who I don't find attractive, just to
practice my SS skills. Unfortunately, I often can't find any way to start talking to her naturally, and a compliment type of approach would just put that 'I'm interested in you' frame around it, which I don't want. A: If you can't find anything other than a babe's looks to compliment, then you're focus is
on the wrong thing! In fact, you don't HAVE to compliment her at all! Try something more unique, like asking their opinion on something. ("Excuse me, I'm looking to get a gift for a friend, and I see you have a shopping bag from "Needless Marklar" What do you recommend from that store?")
Q: Maybe I need a whole new paradigm for this, but I'd also like to ask you something.
When you were starting out with SS and approaching women every day, I assume you were approaching ALL women, no matter what they looked like. Were you using the same types of approach with the ugly ones that you were with the attractive ones? A: VERY good question! You get a Scooby-Snack! (That's not sarcasm, it's just my way
of acknowledging a really good question)
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Yes, I began by using the same approach on ALL women, and altered it as I learned what worked on what kind of women. But something that really helped me with my approaching style, was looking through many, many, women's magazines, or just magazines with lots of ads and fashion pics. I would find ads or pics that showed more than a woman's face and neck, and ask myself the question, "What could I compliment on HER that is unique yet genuine?" This got me noticing jewelry, shoes, tattoos, earrings, make up shades, and a slew of other "non-looks" compliments.
Q: Also, what was your algorithm or "plan to follow" for your walkups in those days
(first few months of SS)? The reason I'm curious about what you did hen, as opposed to now, is because that is where most of us are now and so it is more helpful to see how YOU started out. A: Another VERY good question, so another Scooby-Snack!
The first month and a half or so, I would make a plan to compliment them on something, get their name, and see how long I could hold their attention. Unfortunately, I was so focused on how I was doing, that in hindsight I let some great pussy slip right out of my mouth, by not focusing enough on HER words and feeding them back to her. I was of the belief that if I got her to smile/laugh, and I got her name, then I could be old self and be fine. BZZZZZZ! Wrong!!!!! Then I "modified" it by doing a "compliment/get name/use canned pattern/anchoring" approach. But even though I knew by then to listen to for trance words to use back in a pattern, I was weak at getting them to visualize. I soon realized that there are certain traits and characteristics that let you know who is highly visual and who needs to be walked through a visualization. (Like shiny eyes, certain words used like "Spectacular" and "Wonderful," animated face and/or frequent hand gestures, etc.) Then, just before I made the breakthrough that resulted in my first sexual close, my plan was, "compliment, test for humor, get opinion or ask an open ended question/ gather trance words/use trance words in pattern/anchoring when positive emotion was evident."
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Bishy's NON Success Sarge I was at one of my favorite places to dine, when I saw this AMAZING redhead walk into the restaurant. I "read" her energy, and could pick up that she was competitive. The place was very busy, so she had to take a seat and wait for a table. I did some psychic stuff, where I caressed her hair and neck as I whispered in her ear, "Ooh, that guy at the bar in the black jacket seems interesting for some reason. He wouldn't mind if I approached him, he'd love to meet a woman like me. Mmm, yeah, I think I will." I did that for about a minute, then progressed it to a more sensual level by psychically kissing her neck as I told her hot she was getting, and how she had to solve the mystery of why she simply had to approach me. I must admit, the restaurant was VERY busy, which means it was also a little noisy, which made staying focused a slight challenge. But I persisted, and "saw" ME through HER eyes, as she visualized approaching me and having a good time as a result. Well, it didn't happen. But I didn't worry. For one thing, I was there to eat dinner, not sarge. But most importantly, I want to stress that the psychic stuff I did does not ALWAYS work anyway. It sometimes works as designed, it sometimes doesn't, that's life as a sarger! But I always have fun, so I tried some other stuff. I ate my dinner and waited to see if she would be seated before I left. She was indeed seated before I left, so I took out an index card from my pocket, and quickly drew a stick figure drawing of a woman at a table, with the heading, "Beautiful redhead enjoying a meal as she develops her plan to rule the world once and for all" Then I walked up to her, and as I handed it to her I said, "You have inspired me to high art." She looked at it, gave a laugh and said, "Very cute. Thank you." I smiled and said, "By the way, my name is..." She said her name was Amanda. I then asked her, "I notice a very competitive energy in you, do you play a sport or practice a martial art?" She smiled and said, "Very perceptive. But, no, I don't play a sport or doing martial arts."
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I said with surprise, "Really? Then you've piqued my curiosity as to where that comes from in you. I have to leave in a few minutes, but I want to do your handwriting, and find out more." Amanda smiled and said, "That sounds cool." So I excused myself, paid my bill, and returned to her table and sat down. I said, "Before we get started, let me see your hands." She gave me her hands, and I began to rub the knuckles as I said, "You work in sales, don't you?" (Guys, this was a genuine intuition, not a guess) She said, "Yes, real estate actually." I continued to rub her knuckles as I said, "And because of the preconceived stereotypes about your looks, you've had people suggest you are a success because of how you look, instead of because of the hard work you've done, right?" (This I knew from experience, no intuition involved) She took her hands away as she said, "Yeah. How in the world did you do that? That is wild!" I smiled as I said, "Wait until I see your handwriting." She gave me a handwriting sample, and told her what I saw. I said, "Ooh, you ARE competitive. And you are socially selective. You can get along with pretty much anyone, but you only allow a small group into your inner circle." She said, "True." I continued on that theme by saying, "There are some people you meet (motion left) who are simply a casual encounter. Then there's those people (motion right) you would consider becoming friends with. Then...there's another kind of person (motion to self) who you FEEL INCREDIBLY WARM being around. This person may have been a perfect stranger, but the more you FOCUS ON THIS PERSON, the more you REALIZE, THIS IS SOMETHING SPECIAL, this is something worth finding out about, so you JUST GO FOR IT." Amanda looked at me with a smile and said, "Yeah, that happens." (She began to play with her hair, a good rapport sign!)
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Then I looked at her handwriting and said, "Ooh, you like secrets." Then I did my "Secrets" pattern. Everything seemed to be going well so far, so I decided to do a takeaway. I said, "You know what, I should get going. But I really enjoyed this." She said, "Yeah, it was fun." Then I said, "It's too bad we'll never get the chance to continue this, I would have enjoyed getting your opinion on some things." She smiled and said, "I guess it just wasn't meant to be." WHAT????? Did she just do a takeaway off of my takeaway????? Yep, she did indeed! I tried to salvage the time I had spent with her, by asking, "Ooh, do you have an e-mail address, I'd like to get your opinion on a couple of poems I'm thinking of entering in a contest." Nope, she didn't have a personal e-mail, and she didn't want to have me send it to her work e-mail, claiming others use the same terminal and might read it. Well since I'm not one for supplicating, and I really did show up at this place to just have dinner, I thanked her for her time, and said, "Well, give us a hug." She got up and did indeed give me a hug (Nice natural feeling breasts crushing me) Then I left! So there you have it guys, a current NON-success story.
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Bishop’s Fitness Teacher There is a bookstore RIGHT NEXT DOOR to a 24-Hour Fitness Center not far from me. So the other day, I was at that bookstore, picking up two books that came in from back-order. As I left, I noticed there are a couple of benches between the bookstore and the fitness center. So, I figured I'd read my latest purchases, and see if the afternoon was a good time to sarge babes at this fitness center. Not much was going on at first. About 15-20 minutes pass, and this attractive blonde walks by, wearing workout clothes and carrying a gym bag. My google kicks in, and I let the adventure begin! I said, "Excuse me." She stopped, and pleasantly asked, "Yes?" I asked, "Are you going to the gym?" She said, "I certainly am." I continue with, "I just moved down to this area, so I don't belong to any fitness clubs. I'm looking though, so tell me how you like this place." She shrugged, smiled and replied, "I think it's wonderful." I asked, "What is it about this fitness place that makes it wonderful for you?" She laughed and confessed, "Actually, I work here." I laughed and said, "What a coincidence, I was hoping to find an intelligent and physically wise woman to get me a visitor's pass so I could decide to join or not." We shared a laugh, then she asked, "Would you really like one?" Since it was hot, so I already had on shorts and a sleeveless shirt anyway, I replied, "Sure." (My pocket-recorder was in a fanny-pack I had on...yeah, I know, fannypacks are for pussies! BELOW me) I introduce myself, and find out her name is Heather. We go inside, and she tells me that before she can give me a free pass, I have to fill out some basic paperwork.Liabilities, stuff and company rules mostly, but there was an application for membership in there as well. (As she put it, "In case you decide to join, you have the paperwork already filled out.")
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Since I genuinely WOULD join, if it were to meet my fitness needs, I filled out the paperwork. Afterwards, she "volunteered" to show me around and explain which machines were best for which fitness needs I may have. I commented on how well defined her calves were, and asked her what machine is best for that. She showed me some contraption that half your feet hang off of, while you push up and down off some resistance weights on your shoulders. Blah, Blah, Cardio this, Blah, Blah, Aerobic that, Blah, Blah. I asked her, "So, in your own personal choice, what machine or work-out do you personally get the most fulfillment out of?" Heather thought a moment and said, "It's hard to say just one, because I'm a huge lover of lower body fitness. From my abs to my ankles, I love doing those kinds of exercises, especially when I get that nice tingle of muscle fatigue." I said, "That's a very interesting answer. So what makes a lower body work-out the kind you enjoy over the others?" She asked, "What kind of exercises, or why do I like doing them?" I replied, "Why do you like doing them?" She answered, "Because I don't like big muscles on my arms. I think women who do a lot of upper bodywork, tend to build so much muscle in the arms, shoulders and wings area that they start to lose their feminine lines. But a woman can do quite a bit of lower body work, and not lose that feminine line." (I must confess, I had NO idea what a "feminine line" was, aside from that line that spits the pussy lips. LOL!)
I never pretend to be more knowledgeable than I am, so I honestly admitted, "I don't know what you mean by feminine lines." She laughed and slapped my arm, as she said, "Your computer doesn’t compute that jargon, huh?" I shrugged and said, "I know curves, but I don't know lines." She made a joke about cocaine lines, said she was just kidding then explained, "Feminine lines are pretty much... Hmm... Well, it's sculpted, but not bulky. Basically, If you saw me in silhouette, you'd damn sure better be able to tell I ain’t no guy!" Then she laughed and added, "Then again, most guys don't have thighs, which would be a giveaway."
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Instead of going for the "differences between guys and gals" which might seem a more natural direction, I went instead in the direction of what I knew she would respond to: The feelings of working out the lower body. I said, "So when you get a real good lower body work-out done, I bet you feel... mmmm... don't you?" She replied, "Oh, definitely. There's nothing better." I then asked: "So which do you find that you enjoy more, that feeling you get as you know the burn is coming, or the actual burn itself, right before the muscle fatigue?" She said, "Hmm, I've never been asked that before, that's a good question." I SHUT UP AND LET HER ANSWER! I did that because I didn't want to interrupt her accessing the part of her that holds the feeling(s) she enjoys most in a workout. It took a few moments, but Heather finally smiled and replied, "I'd have to say I enjoy it most just as I'm feeling tired, but I continue anyway. That last ten sit- ups, or that last five minutes on the stair-stepper." I anchored that, tapping her shoulder as I said, "So you FEEL THAT as being the most enjoyable part?" She said, "Yeah, definitely." Then she asked me, "That was an interesting question, what made you ask it?" I replied, "Because saying push-ups, for example, are enjoyable, would tell me so little. But if you were to say, 'THIS IS ENJOYABLE (s.p.) because I love that feeling...of lowering my body down...and being able to FEEL THAT RUSH of adrenaline as gravity and my own abilities COMPETE FOR VICTORY. NOW, FOR ME, that's a much more fulfilling response." She smiled and said, "You have a very nice voice did you know that?" I smiled and said, "Shh, don't give it an ego." We shared a laugh, and then we went over to this rotating contraption that simulates climbing the side of a mountain. (THAT WAS COOL! It was a nice workout climbing that thing!) Heather said: "Most people think this machine's just for upper and lower body fitness, but it's also good for balance. I mean, anyone can just go up and down on it, but you
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get a nice balance training when you go from side to side during your workout." (For a moment there, I thought she had changed subjects on me and was talking about The Sybian, a vibrating sex toy women sit on!) I spun a brand new pattern from what she had said, and it went like this: "Balance is good. And I find that the best balance, is that balance you have with your mind as well as your body." Heather asked, "How do you mean?" (Did I just feel a nibble on the line?) I replied, "Well, there are people who have a great mental balance. They don't get stressed out like most, because they've learned to listen to the messages their mind is telling them. They have realized the importance of being able to FOCUS ON THIS VOICE inside YOUR MINE. When you HEAR THIS VOICE and you allow yourself to LISTEN INTENTLY to what it has to say, you've allowed yourself access to amazing possibilities, incredible opportunities, and pleasures in your life unlike anything you've ever known before. This voice is there for a reason, so doesn't it make sense to listen to it?" Heather just looked at me wide-eyed and silent (That's a GOOD sign by the way). I continued with, "And then you have people who have a great physical balance. These kind of people know the importance of what fitness means to them personally. They indulge in a workout that fulfills their needs, not one just because they're told it's healthy to do. Being that kind of person, you know when THIS IS FULFILLING TO YOU (s.p.) and you continue to INDULGE IN THIS because THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT despite what anyone else says. YOU ENJOY THIS.THIS IS A BENEFIT, so JUST GO FOR IT. NOW, WITH ME, as I see it, that's something worth having. Because when you have that mental balance of being able to not just HEAR THIS VOICE, but to also TAKE THE ACTIONS that this voice is telling you to do, and you combine that with your physical balance of deciding for yourself that THIS IS BEST for your body. The feelings you get from having a workout with this (s.p.) is the best kind of burn your body can feel. So tell me, can you FEEL THAT (tap anchored wrist) to be something you would agree with?" I was getting the eye scan at this point, and Heather said, "That was a very intelligent observation, I'm impressed." and joked, "You're impressed because it made sense, or because I didn't seem like the kind of guy to make that kind of observation?" She put her hand on my arm and said, "No, no, I can tell you're a very intelligent guy. It's just that the way you put that, is how I probably would have put it.
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Guys I've gone out with have been a little intimidated by me, because I can go into those deep intelligent conversations, which is why I haven't dated in weeks. But it's a nice surprise to meet someone else who has given these kinds of things serious thought." I smiled and said, "So you respect me for my mind and not just my body, right?" She laughed and said, "Certainly." We fluffed talked for a little bit, about where I moved from, what pets we had growing up, and then she asked me what I did for a living. To which I answered, "What I do is very interesting. I'm a massager." She said, "Oh, you mean a masseuse?" I said, "No, a massager. A mind massager. I show people how to have incredible feelings inside your body. Because of our culture, most women never get to experience these kinds of feelings. Well, plus it's not for everyone. You have to be able to comprehend what I am instructing, and you have to be open-minded enough to STEP OUTSIDE WHAT YOU KNOW and STEP INTO A POSSIBILITY a possibility that what you thought you knew about feeling good, was only the tip of a very large iceberg. A possibility that whenever YOU WANT PLEASURE, it's right here in front of you. A possibility that the confines of your life, don't have to feel so confining. But, as I said, I can't teach everybody." Heather smiled and said, "Is this your sales pitch?" I smiled and said, "When you are as passionate as I am about the sense of contribution I feel doing what I do, I guess it just comes across like a sales pitch." Then I did a mini- takeaway by saying, "I'll change the subject." But as I started to change the subject, she said, "No, no, I'm curious to hear more. This sounds fascinating." I asked, "Would you like to **hear** more, or would you rather experience a demonstration?" She said she wanted a demonstration. (Shocking, I know) So I proceeded to do my field tested and approved "Warmth Builder" technique, where I have the babe create a shape in the palm of her hand, then I fill it with warmth, make it go inside her palm, then move it to various parts of her body as it builds in warmth and sensation, stop, have her feel the pleasure increase, then move to another body part. I do this until it's built an incredible amount of warmth and sensation, then I direct it to their pussy, where I have actually had a babe orgasm right then and there. (Heather didn't, but she DID enjoy it!).
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When I finished, Heather said a little sheepishly, "That was pretty nice." I smiled and said, "Yeah, sorry for such a weak demo." She laughed and said, "That was a weak one? Sign me up for a stronger dose then!" We shared a laugh, and then I said, "I really should finish up here, because I need to get going soon." She said, "Oh, okay. How do you like what you've seen so far?" I replied, "Nice equipment." She smiled and proceeded to tell me about some sign-up features that were available. The prices were a bit higher than I felt comfortable with, so I told her, "Since we're talking about this kind of money, I want to make a reasonably thought out decision, not a spontaneous one. So I'll sit down with the information and give it my full attention in the next few days. Either way, I will call you." She smiled and said, "What would get you to sign up today?" I smiled and said, "A miracle." She started to lose her smile and asked, "Well, if you need us to work with the numbers, we can." I laughed and said, "The price won't deter me, but pushiness will. I tend to find that the best places to give my money and business to are the ones who don't make me feel pressured to sign up today. Now, you don't strike me as a pushy person, so that's a good sign. I'll look over the paperwork, make sure it's the best in the area for the price, and if it fits my personal needs, I'll sign up." She smiled and said, "Okay, well, thanks for coming in." I fired off the shoulder anchor as I said, "And keep enjoying those last ten sit-ups." I offered my hand before I left, and as she shook it, I fired off the wrist anchor with my other hand as I said, "I hope you FEEL THE BALANCE we talked about." Then I left. HEATHER RAN AFTER ME!!!!! She said, "Look, um, I just, well, I got the feeling you thought I was just being nice because I wanted to sell you a membership. I mean, I do like selling
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memberships, but that's not why I was nice to you. I really did like what we were talking about. And, well, I just didn't want you to get the wrong impression." I smiled and asked her, "Do you have an e-mail address?" She was thrown off by this, and replied, "Me? Well, no, but I'm getting a computer next week probably." I smiled and said, "Oh, well, I guess the adventure ends here." She grabbed my arm and asked, "What do you mean?" I replied, "You strike me as an intelligent woman. I wanted to get your opinion on a couple of stories I wrote, but you don't have an e-mail address. And I would never be so presumptuous as to assume you'd give me your phone number so I could read them to you." She didn't skip a beat, and asked, "Do you have a pen?" And with that, she write down her phone number on one of my business cards, and told me she gets home around 6. FLASH AHEAD to after 6
I called and told her I only had 30 minutes, but I wanted to call and get her opinion on the stories. Then I fluffed with her, by asking how her day went. Then she asked about the stories. I read her my "Rain of Desire" story (Found in my book, "Bishop's Journal" ~plug~plug~), which she said was "very sensual." Next I read her my "Warm Fuzzy" and things really started to speed up. About halfway through it, she said to me, "Are you reading it in that voice on purpose?" I gave a faux innocence to my voice as I said, "Who, me? Never!" She then jokingly said, "Mr. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?" (It's a line from "The Graduate" but she changed the gender, for those who have never heard the line.) We shared a laugh and I asked her point blank, "What are you wearing?" She laughed and said, "What did you just ask me?" I played with her by replying, "I asked if you've ever ate herring." She cracked up and said, "Mister, that is not what you just asked me."
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I then said, "Sorry. I better stop, before you get the wrong idea and assume I'm interested in you." She was silent a moment then laughed and said, "You jerk." Then I got serious and asked her, "So, tell me, what did you enjoy more; feeling the burn today, or feeling the burn just now as I was reading my story?" She asked, "Feeling the burn just now? Boy, you're pretty sure of yourself." I said, "I just don't believe in being phony, and I assume you don't either. I'm not intimidated by your intelligence or independence, which I bet has been something of a challenge for your love life. Now, since both of us are smart, what do you think would be our next logical step; Meeting tonight for a late-night coffee, or hooking up this weekend?" She asked, "You're pretty confident." I said, "Attractive women come and go, but ones who are also very intelligent are worth my time. My life is busy, so I don't have time to play high school games like most guys. I'm curious to find out more about you, so my only question is how would you like to do that?" She replied, "I have to say, you are definitely cocky, but you're cocky in a way that's not mean. You've earned some points for that. So what do we do now?" I suggested we meet at a Starbucks that was close by us both, and we agreed to meet there in an hour. An hour passes she hasn't shown. I'm starting to think she flaked, when ten minutes later she shows. She said, "I'm sorry for being late, but I wasn't sure if you had really shown up. I sat in my car wondering if you were just playing with my mind, and I guess I lost track of time." I had already ordered my favorite tea beverage, and was halfway done. I replied to her in a playful tone with, "Well, since you made me wait, I suppose you'll need to make it up to me." She smiled and said, "Can I tell you something, and you promise not to laugh?" I told her the truth, by saying, "Since I don't know what it is, how can I promise?"
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She just looked at me for a few moments then said, "You really had me turned on when you were reading me that story about the gift. Did you do that on purpose?" I smiled and said, "Only if it worked." We shared a laugh, then she scanned my eyes and said, "I'm not sure what to make of you. On the one hand I find you arrogant, and on the other you're very mysterious. I mean, you don't look like the kind of guy I expect to be as sure of himself as you are. I mean, you seem sure of yourself, but you're not acting like you think you're some gift from God. Do you know what I mean? Some guys just think they walk on water, and that I should be thankful to be in their presence." I pretended to be hurt as I said, "Oh, you're not thankful to be in my presence?" She slapped my arm and said, "That's what I mean, right there. You're borderline arrogant, but then you say something cute or funny and it releases the tension." I said, "I can release the tension." Then I leaned over and gave her a kiss. When she pulled back, she said, "I had a feeling you were going to do that." I smiled and said, "See, I knew you were intelligent." We shared a laugh, and then she went and ordered her beverage. When she returned, she asked me: "So, Mr. Man, what's a guy like you doing unattached? What's your fatal flaw?" I laughed and said, "My fatal flaw? You're assuming I have just one?" We shared a laugh and she said, "Everyone has a fatal flaw, they just don't always know what it is. Here, let me guess." I let her guess. She guessed, "Is it that you're gay?" I replied, "No, a gay man wouldn't tell you how he would turn your whole body into one big blush." She smiled and said, "Ooh, I like the sound of that." I smiled and asked, "Do you like the sound, or would you prefer the feeling?"
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She got wide-eyed and said, "I don't know why, but all of a sudden I started thinking about that thing you did earlier, with the shape going through my body." Then she thought a moment and said, "Wait a minute. You did that on purpose, didn't you? That wasn't just some mental exercise, you were trying to get me horny!" I looked her dead in the eye and whispered to her, "Did it work?" She answered that by kissing ME this time. After we pulled back, she said, "I don't want you to get the wrong idea, I don't have sex on the first date." I smiled and said, "I'm glad to hear that, because I was concerned that you might expect more out of tonight than I was comfortable with." She looked at me with her jaw damn near hitting the floor, and said, "You're refusing sex? Are you sure you're not gay?" I laughed and said, "You didn't offer sex. In fact, I believe you were saying you don't have sex on the first date." She leaned back in her chair and asked me, "Is this some trick to get me to change my mind." I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Look, I would never dream of making you do anything you didn't already want to do. If you decide that.. YOU WANT SEX WITH ME that's because you decided that, not because I tricked you. Besides, I have three rules before I sleep with any woman." She said, "You have rules? Oh, please, you have **got** to tell me what they are." So I did RIKER'S "Three Rules Before Sex" pattern. Then I followed that up with, "So if you can HEAR THIS VOICE inside YOUR MINE and this voice is telling you TAKE THIS GUY.TAKE THIS GUY NOW then it's your own inner voice directing you. So listen to whatever your inner voice is saying, and what you feel is right, from in here (poked her solar plexus, firing off an anchor I s et during my "Warmth Builder" technique) She scanned my eyes, and then said, "Be honest with me. Is this something real, or are you just playing with me?" I took her hand and said, "I will be completely honest with you. I am not looking for a relationship, my life is too busy. I am not interested in sleeping with you, unless we both agree it's what we want to do. And I don't care how this night ends, as long as we both part feeling good about tonight."
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She rubbed my arm and said, "Can I make one small request?" I said, "Sure." She said (I SWEAR) "Meet my dog first. If he likes you, that's good enough for me." (WHAT??????? Guys, I've heard of this kind of thing before, but never actually had it said to me!) So I followed her to her place, and met her dog. It was one of those tiny little piece of shit dogs I always fanaticize about drop kicking over a field goal. They have the most annoying bark! I tolerate them, but I HATE THEM! So anyway, I passed the "test" so she told me that was good enough for her. I said, "So what first? A sensual shower, or do we need to get dirty first?" She answered that by pulling me onto the living room couch, SHE GOT ON TOP OF ME, and began to become dominant. She held my arms back, and told me not to move. I hadn't been dominated in quite awhile, so it was damn arousing! The rest, well it's none of your business! :- ) I will say though, that she didn't shut the door when we went into her bedroom, so that piece of shit dog of hers followed us in. He didn't distract me until I felt his cold nose up my ass!!!!! (Just kidding) I want to add as a side note, that I had to do a little reminding of my busy schedule to her. She wanted to get together the next night, but I told her my schedule was full. I ran my "Long Distance Relationships" pattern on her, and it seemed to do its job (I no longer have that pattern saved in my computer, so either buy my book, or ask someone on the list for the pattern. ThanX)
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Bishy’s Melody Just wanted to share a rather nice sarge I did yesterday at The Bishyland Mall. Saw this attractive redhead (never found out her age, but I'd guess mid-20's) and I approached her and said, "Excuse me, but can I ask you a question?" She said, "Yes." I asked, "Are you by any chance involved in the martial arts?" She smiled and said: "No, sorry." I said, "Don't be sorry. I asked because you carry yourself with a discipline, which I notice in a lot of my martial arts friends. So I wasn't sure if that was where it came from with you, or it's just something you have naturally." She said, "Well, thank you." I said, "Well, I have to tell you, if I weren't gay as a tree full of parrots, I'd go for you...you're gorgeous. By the way, my name is..." She said her name was Melody. Then I said, "Wait a minute...I'm feeling tingle....hallelujah! I'M CURED! Hug me! She laughed, and we had a slight hug (where only the shoulders barely touch) (The entire "tree full of parrots....I'M CURED!" is a creation of that bastard Ross) Then I said, "Actually, I'm not really gay, but so many pretty girls are used to getting by with just their looks opening doors...and a sense of humor is one of the three qualities I find so important in a woman." Naturally Melody asked, "One of three, huh? And what are the other two? " I said, "Being open to new learning, because this lets me know she strives for improvement, instead of settling for the same routine day in and day out." She said, "That makes sense." I continued with, "And the third thing, is that you have your own mind. You don't need external validation from society or friends...or even the external validation of who you were up until this moment....but instead....you see this opportunity (self point) and you...just...go for it." (That was my version of Ross' kick ass "Three Qualities" approach)
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She said, "So you like an ambitious woman it sounds like?" I replied, "Ambition, and the willingness to recognize that your rewards...are not always wrapped in velvet and gold, so you need to appreciate and admire the deeper things that fulfill you." Melody tilted her head slightly and said, "That's very true, I like that." Then I asked her: "So I'm curious, do you consider yourself more of an adventurer or an explorer?" She asked, "They sound the same." I replied, "On the surface, they are. But when you really focus on this (self point) you'll begin to see what benefits you most." Then I did the "Adventurer vs Explorer" pattern. (It's in "Bishop's Journal") She said she considered herself more of an explorer, because she likes doing things that are not what everyone else does. She likes to think she isn't a follower and has the ability to be a leader." Then I said, "Probably, you really seem to have a lot on the ball. I don't have a lot of time, and I'm sure you need to get going soon too, but I want to analyze your handwriting, and find out where this energy you exude comes from, and who knows, you might even discover something about yourself that you've long suspected." I analyzed her handwriting, which included "Secrets" pattern. Then I asked her, "Are you enjoying this?" She said she was. I said, "Great. Now, obviously you're an intelligent woman who doesn't need to rely on her looks to get you through the world. So I'm curious to get your opinion on something. I wrote this poem, which I'm thinking of entering in a contest, and I want to know what you think. Then I recited "Rain of Desire." Melody loved it! She said, "It's very sensual, erotic even, I think it's really very good. Most guys don't have that kind of talent." I thanked her, then asked her, "Speaking of guys, do you think guys really know what a woman wants?" She said, "There are some, sure."
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I said, "Yeah, we're a limited breed. But for the most part, I don't think guys truly know what a woman wants." Then I went into the Gemini pattern. (I believe it's on the "LA '99" videos) She was like, "I just got the chills. " She laughed, then said, "This is amazing. You seem to be in my head." I smiled and said, "Not really, were just in synch with each other, and I take it you don't get the pleasure of that too often?" She said, "Not often at all." I tilted my head and said, "By the way, did I mention I also do foot readings?" She laughed and asked, "How do you do that?" I said, "Based on the contour, and the bumps hidden deep within the foot, you can discover quite a bit about a person." (This is actually true, but I'm not skilled at it. Sure, I can DO foot readings, but it doesn't mean I'm accurate) She said, "Okay, I'm an explorer, right? Read my foot." I said, "I'll tell you what. I don't normally do it this way, but I suspect there are many levels to you, so I'm going to do both your feet." I had her put her hands in her lap, and asked her to focus warmth and energy into her palms and to allow it to flow out into her body. As I "read" (massaged) one foot, I said, "You've reached some turning points in your life in the last year or so, haven't you?" She got wide-eyed and said, "What do you mean?" I went into the "turning points" pattern, starting it by saying, "Turning points. A moment when you LOOK AT YOUR LIFE...and...DECIDE TO MAKE A CHANGE. A change that either.....improves the quality of who you are.....as a person.....or else adds something.....that you didn't realize was lacking. Sometimes.....it can be a little moment...that sets off a big event in your life. Something you may not even at first realize.....but the more you.....THINK ABOUT THIS (self point) the more you .....REALIZE THIS HAS VALUE.....and the more you .....ACKNOWLEDGE THIS
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VALUE.....the more...YOU WANT TO EXPERIENCE THIS....again.....and again .....again .....And this puts into motion......a series of events......events that with each. ....step......you take.....brings you closer.....and closer.....and closer.....to the fulfillment you seek......fulfillment from a NUDE ERECTION that you're accepting......a NUDE ERECTION that you soon realize......you almost missed out on. You almost missed out on this (point to cock) because of the fears you had...from the way you used to be. But before those fears.....and apprehensions......could ruin this opportunity for you .....you began to......HEAR THIS VOICE inside.....YOUR MINE..... And this voice ......for whatever reasons you give.....has an influence over you...an influence that allows you to.....JUST STOP.......and......FOCUS ON THIS EXPERIENCE......FOCUS ON THE OPPOURTUNITY.......and....SEE THE ADVANTAGES.......that are yours ......by making a better decision. The decision to......IGNORE YOUR HESITATIONS ......and have the self- worth to realize......that maybe (slight head tilt) you don't have to be afraid anymore......you can.......INDULGE IN THIS (self point) because it's what you need right now.......on the road to where you truly.......deeply......need to go. Many times the best things for us......require a slightly scary step.......but it's because you made that step .......that you get to win.......where others have failed. So you take in a deep breath (breathe deeply).......and with eyes wide open........you realize you're about to cum (come) .......more powerfully that you ever have before......to a turning point.......a turning point where there's no looking back........there's only looking forward .......looking forward to what you desire........to what you deserve.......and it feels more ......and more ......right.......with each...passing...moment. And all it takes...is that first ......confident .......action.......on your part.......and accepting the outcome.......RIGHT NOW (snap fingers) WITH ME, that's an exhilarating reward." Now while I'm doing this, I'm anchoring the feelings by doing a double squeeze on her pinky toe, and also tapping the side of her foot, next to her heel, and on the "looking forward, taking action" part running my finger slowly up the side of her foot, ending at the pinky toe, where I did another double s queeze. Then as I was doing her other foot I said, "And the more you THINK ABOUT THE PLEASURE this is bringing you...the more you notice it's feeling better...and better ...and better...And a warmth fills your body." She said, "Like when I hold a secret in?" I said, "Much more intense. In fact, that warmth grows stronger...and stronger...with each...breath...you take. And as it grows warmer...and stronger...you start to feel it someplace in your body...someplace where that warmth...that pleasure...will be the most appreciative. And it swirls around...and around that spot...building up warmth...and building up intensity...stronger...more pleasurable...and all...yours." Melody said, "Maybe we should stop, this is getting me aroused." The way she said it didn't seem like she really wanted to stop.
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So I said, "Is this (firing off the pinky toe anchor) what you really want? Or are you brave enough to step (began doing the sliding anchor) forward....where others have not gone....and see where this leads?" Melody tensed up a moment and then let out a shuddered breath. I KNEW what that meant! Although she didn't fully admit to having just cum, s he did say, "That was something I wasn't expecting. It felt really, REALLY gooood." I said, "Well, sometimes what is unexpected, is not fully appreciated until a day or so after the experience." She said, "huh?" (She was obviously NOT in the same realm as me at that moment) Then she said, "Oh, I appreciate it, believe me. Unexpected is very nice sometimes." I said, "Well, good, I'm glad to hear that. Unfortunately, I allowed you to keep here longer than I had planned, so I have to get going. But I enjoyed this, and think you have definite friend potential. What steps would we have to take to continue this sometime?" Melody replied, "Did you want to get together later tonight?" I was up for that, but unfortunately I already had plans with Violet (My VERY intelligent brunette babe from "Bishop's Bookstore Brunette") So we exchanged numbers, and I also got her e-mail address so I could send her more poetry. When this sarge picks up again, you guys will get the details.
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Bishy Bangs Brandi...and Friend This sarging success story is technically 1 1/2 months in the making, but actually only about 5 hours of actual time spent communicating. So place it in whichever category you want. Waaay back in February, I was at this party and met an attractive "Meg Ryan + babe (Her blonde hair was even curly like Meg's!) The moment she stepped by me at the front door, I felt a definite energy from her,. I asked, "Woah! You're an interesting energy, what do you do for a living?" She smiled and asked back, "Why do you ask?" I pulled her aside, and said, "Because whatever you do, it requires a discipline, because you have a very disciplined energy." She put her hand to her mouth and said, "Oh, my God, yeah! I mean, yes I'm disciplined. I have to be, I'm in the Air Force." I took her hand and said in a playful tone, "Come, we have things to discuss." We sat near the fireplace, and I asked her, "What is it about the Air Force, that made you decide it was the branch for you?" Her redheaded friend said, "Oh, she's a military brat, she had no choice." I personally wasn't interested in the redhead per se (I love "reds" but this one wasn't the gumbo in my mojo that this blonde was) so I ignored her. I said to the blonde, "By the way, my name is..." Her name was Brandi. (The redhead was Jennifer) The MOMENT I shook Brandi's hand I KNEW she was a realized bi-sexual!! (I'm sure Ricky-Wan will verify my statement that bi-sexual babes have a distinct signature to their energy...well, the ones who have acknowledged their bi-sexuality anyway) I said to her, "Oh, cool, you're bi-sensual!" Then I proceeded to ask her, "So you grew up a military brat, eh? Was your father in the Air Force, or your Mother?" She said, "My Father. But what did you mean I was bi-sensual." I smiled and said, "Not 'was', AM! Bi-sexual women have an energy that is unique (absolutely true!) and you most certainly have a bi-SENSUAL energy."
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The redhead said something right about here, but I ignored her, because she was a knat in my web and I wanted a bi-sexual fly! She said, "That is amazing! What do you do for a living?" I said, "Well, what I do is interesting. I show people how to experience ...amazing ...feelings , inside your your body. Unfortunately, because of our culture, most women never get to experience that kind of pleasure. However, not everyone can comprehend how it works. If you're able to....JUST STOP the internal talking, and have the ability to... LISTEN INTENTLY TO ME...and...DO AS I INSTRUCT YOU, the results ...will be...incredible." The redhead asked, "So how much do you make people pay for something like that?" (I notice babes ask a pricing question when when they hear this, instead of a "where did you learn this?" type of question. They don't give a F#$@ WHERE I learned it, just just how much it will cost them to "get some.") I said, "Well, first first of all, I never accept new clients until I analyze their handwriting to make sure they have what is required for my efforts." At this point, one of the guys that Brandi and Jennifer came to the party with, asked them if they wanted to try some "ecstasy." One of the other Brothers from the SS list (Forgive me, but in my weakened condition I forgot his name) was sitting there listening to all of this as it was happening. He pulled Brandi aside for something, with the promise to return her to me un-sarged. Then, about five minutes later, Brandi and Jennifer had to leave right away, because one of the guys they came to the party with, got a really bad nose bleed! Brandi gave me her phone number and asked me to call her that week. As I gave her a hug, I read some of her energy and commented, "Ooh, you have a green energy." She looked at me shocked and said, "DEFINITELY call me this week, you have to explain to me what you meant by that." Then she left. FLASH FORWARD THREE DAYS!
I called Brandi, and fluffed talked with her for a few minutes (asking about abou t her injured friend, if her new orders came in, yadda, yadda, yadda)
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Then asked her, "So, tell me, where do you want to go today?" She asked back, "Where do I want to go?" I said, "I asked you first." She laughed and said, "I really can't go anywhere, I have sooo much cleaning to do." I said, "Close your eyes, we're going someplace faaar away. Far away where there is no cleaning to be done. How does that sound?" She said excitedly, "Cool! Are you going to hypnotize me?" I said, "Oh, I can't hypnotize you.....not yet." She asked, "Why not?" I replied, "Well, there's no way I can hypnotize you over the phone, silly girl. I can relax you over the phone, and I can make you feel incredible body sensations, but I can't hypnotize you...not here...not right now." (Naturally that's not true, but I was building up for a face-to-face encounter. She seemed REALLY into meta-physics and the like, so I wanted to get her "off the fence" and on my face!) She said, "Okay, my eyes are closed. Let's go far away." I put on my Bishy voice, the one...that...pauses....frequently, and uses a slightly deeper tone. I said, "Before we go away...I want you...completely relaxed...so...I'm going to tell you...a story. Do you like fairy tales, Brandi?" She said, "Sure." I continued with, "I do too...and my favorite one...is...the caterpillar and the moth. And it goes...like...this." (Then I hung up!) Just kidding, I didn't hang up, I naturally proceeded to tell her the "Caterpillar and the Moth story." After I finished the story, I asked her, "So...with your eyes still closed...tell me...how do you feel?"
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I said, "Peeerfect, the coolness of the water...and the warmth of the sun...on your body. Like a perfect couple...each complimenting the other... but having qualities...all their own...It's like an incredible connection. Did you ever...FEEL AN INCREDIBLE CONNECTION? The kind of connection...that made you FEEL THIS WARMTH...all through your body." She said, "Oh, yeah, certainly." Then she spend a few moments telling me what was so "incredible" about the "connection" with this guy. She used words like "Thoughtful" and "Listened" and "Captivated" and "Passionate" I used her own words back by saying, "Yeah, that kind of connection! Because…when you can...FEEL THAT CONNECTION...with this person you're talking to...it can make you...CAPTIVATED...by what he is saying to you. And not only do you...FEEL CAPTIVATED...but you know....he is someone who is LISTENING...to what you have...to say. And you know that...THIS GUY IS THOUGHTFUL...so that connection grows...stronger...and stronger...and stronger...to the point...where you...LET YOUR PASSIONATE SIDE OUT...however fast or quickly...YOU WANT TO CUMmand that feeling...to surface....And as that desire gets stronger...and stronger...you...NOTICE A GROWING WARMTH...filling your body...filling YOUR MINE (your mind) And you THINK THIS THOUGHT...'yeah...this guy has me...I'm all his.' Because as you...HEAR THIS VOICE...you know that...this is a voice...of permission, a voice of....freedom.... Freedom to explore....indulge....conquer...and win! Tell me...can you hear that voice?" She said, "Damn, your voice is getting me off. What were we talking about?" I laughed and said, "I was about to read you a story." She said, "The caterpillar and the moth? You already told me that one." I said, "No, no, my butterfly, this story...is for YOU." So I told her my "Warm Fuzzy" story. As I was just about halfway done, she said, "Wait, wait! Start over again. Please." I didn't question why, I had a feeling I already knew (I bet you do too!) Once I finished the story, she was silent for a few moments. I stayed quiet, and waited for her to break the silence. Finally she let out a deep exhale and said, "You my dear, have caused me to need a fuckin' cigarette." We shared a laugh and she said, "Get your own nine-hundred number and tell that story, and you'll make a fortune." We shared another laugh, and I changed the subject by asking, "So when do you leave for Europe?"
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She said she didn't know, but was certain that she wasn't leaving before April. We talked about places we've both been to in Europe, and got onto a looooong conversation about Germany's many breweries, it's bombed out castle ruins, our mutual horror story about how we both bo th puked like crazy the first time we tried a licorice tasting hard liquor called "Jeigameister"(sp?) and Sweden's "Uzo" having Opium in it. Then, of all places, out conversation mysteriously flowed into masterbation and orgasms. (I know you're as shocked as I was, right? wink, wink) She said, "I was in Sweden, and I don't what I drank, but it made me feel so fuckin' horny that I had to give myself an orgasm." I said to her, "Maybe it was w as the worm in the tequila tickling your clit." She said, "No, tequila's from Mexico, dear. No worms in Swedish alcohol." I said, "What, worms aren't allowed to take vacations?" She laughed. I asked her, "So, when are you coming back down to the area? I still would be curious to do your handwriting, and analyze your energy." She said, "Oh, definitely! I'm WAY curious about that stuff. You impressed me the other night, because you saw my energy as being green in color. My favorite color is green!" I said, "Hmm, well, when do you want me to finish on you?" She said, "I'm planning on coming down in March, so we will get together then. Let me get your phone number and I'll call you when I'm about to come down." I gave her my number, then said, "Well, did you enjoy this chat?" She said with a small laugh in her voice, "I think you know I did." I said, "Coolness! Then call me in March, and remember...the warm fuzzy...until then." She laughed and said, "Yeah, I think I can accomplish that." Then we said goodbye and hung up.
FLASH FORWARD TO SATURDAY
Hey, remember Jennifer? The talkative...interrupting, redhead? Guess who came with Brandi to see me?
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Yup, ol' "Red" herself! She was all hugs and jugs (she had big boobs, I'll give her that!) so it was all good so far. Brandi picked me up at my place, and we drove to go grab something to eat. As we sat down munching, I asked Brandi, "So, do you have a warm fuzzy today?" She almost choked on her salad. Jennifer asked, "What? What's that mean?" Brandi told her, "You know, that story I told you her told me, with the golden bow and the green lights all over." Jennifer said, "Yeah, that sounded cool. Did you make that up yourself?" I said, "I did indeed." Jennifer said, "I wish I could write. My writing sounds like shit." Brandi said, "Yeah, I'm not much of a writer either." The she looked at me and said, "So you seem to have a multiple talents." I smirked and said, "Yep, when you think of multiples, think of me." She DID choke on her salad that time. I slapped her arm and said, "What? What was your dirty mind thinking I meant?" Jennifer said, "You need to relax, she's not a slut." I looked at Jennifer with a tilt to my head and said, "Oh, you didn't know I was gay?" BOTH of them looked at me with wide eyes! Brandi asked, "You're gay?" I said, "Well....no, I'm not gay. But the night's young, you have plenty of time to make me want to be gay." Jennifer cracked up! (Seeing a blabbering redhead, with apple juice shooting out of her nose, is a sight to behold)
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I changed the subject by asking Brandi, "So, after we eat, do you want me to do your handwriting first, or read your energy?" She thought a minute and said, "Do my handwriting first, I'm really fascinated to see what you find." Jennifer had recovered by this time, and regained her blabbering super power. She asked me, "Where did you learn stuff like reading handwriting?" I said, DEAD SERIOUS, "It was my toy surprise in a box of Cracker Jack." Brandi laughed , slapped my arm and said, "How do you come up with these responses so quickly? I need to learn how to do that." I said, "Reeeally? Well, we'll see what we can do." Jennifer jumped in with a captivating tale about toys she'd gotten in boxes of Cracker Jack. I was so moved, I had to take a dump. As I pretended to be listening to Jennifer, I tried out some psychic stuff I came up with. I psychically touched Brandi's shoulders....then her neck as I "whispered" into her ear, "You are so comfortable with 'Bishop'. You are so fascinated by 'Bishop'. You have to make him yours tonight." and I continued to psychically rub her shoulders and neck for as long as Jennifer talked. And off and on after that, whenever Jennifer talked, I would psychically "rub" Brandi's neck and shoulders and "whisper" my name into her ear. (If you didn't catch what I was doing, I was making Brandi relaxed and thinking of me periodically when she would hear Jennifer's voice. So even when I wasn't in the room, I could get her thinking of me.) Once Jennifer's story reached its epic conclusion, I asked her a "stripper" question (She's a stripper by the way) I asked, "I'm curious to know your opinion, about the guys who come into your club. Aside from seeing beautiful women naked, why do you think they come into clubs like yours?" Her answer was actually interesting! (Even though she did take it into fifty F@#%ing directions! But I'll only put in the parts that pertained to my question.) She replied, "Guys come in to my club, because they want to fulfill a fantasy. If they can't f@#% us, they at least know what we look like naked, so they can get a nice picture when they beat off. But you know what? My best paying customers are the ones who don't have a good imagination. Think about it, if they could imagine the fantasy really well, they wouldn't need me to give them a lap dance and talk to them. But the ones who can't imagine a pair of big tits in their face, pay to see it really happen." That actually made some sense...some.
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So, after Jennifer finished up the other 14 minutes of her fifteen minute ans wer, we had finished eating and I was reading to do some serious trance work on Brandi. I said, "Let's head out." I turned to Brandi and said, "Let's step outside on the patio area and I'll do your handwriting." We went outside, and I had her write out a few sentences and her full name on a pad. Jennifer grabbed the pad and said, "I might as well write mine now because you'll be doing me after you do her anyway." (Hmm, I didn't catch her prophetic words at the time. Thank god for micro-recorders!) Instead of getting into the details of the handwriting, all that I need to mention is that I did my now consistent, "Ooh, you like secrets." then I run my secrets pattern. They both gave me around an 8.5 for accuracy, and Jennifer suggested we go find a Starbucks. We found and arrived at one in Redondo Beach. I fluff talked for a few minutes, then I lead the conversation towards the mind, and how there are parts of the mind used for just pleasure. Then I said to Brandi in a child-like excitement, "Ooh, let me read your energy levels!" She was REALLY into doing that. So I had her sit with her knees touching mine, and her hands on her lap, palms up. Jennifer asked, "So, are you about to hypnotize her?" I said, "No, I'm about to mind massage her. It's like hypnosis, but with an orgasm at the end." We all three shared a laugh, and Jennifer said, "Honey, if you can make me orgasm, I'll take three." We laughed some more, then I decided to "smurf" Jennifer, so she's shut the f@#% up while I worked with Brandi. (It apparently worked, because not three minutes into what I was doing with Brandi, Jennifer got up, and went outside and stayed there!) I said to Brandi, "Okay, relax. I want you to close your eyes, and....focus...on the sound...of my voice....only as quickly...as you decide to...LET THAT HAPPEN NOW...focus on your breathing...as you breathe in (I took in a breath to prompt her)...and let it slooowly come out (I exhaled slowly) Mmm...very...relaxed....Relaxing starting from your head...dooown to your forehead....mmmm...across your face...pushing the tension...pushing the stress ...all...the way...down...past your shoulders....over your arms ...down your chest....past your stomach...all...the way...down...until...all that stress.....all
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I put my face right close to hers and said, "Spain." (referring to her wanting to go to Spain during our phone chat in February) She licked her lips, and kissed me. HARD! This lasted a solid few minutes, and she was damn good at what she was doing! (Gee, I wonder how she got that way????) When I pulled back, she sucked her lower lip, got a child-like look on her face and asked me, "What color is my energy now?" I said, "It's bathing the room in the perfect hue of green." She whispered, "Warm fuzzy. Damn you know how to make a woman wet." I asked her, "Do you want to stay just wet, or do you want to be satisfied?" She asked me, "What about Jennifer? I can't just leave her." I said, "Who has to leave? This place has a bathroom. How much can you imagine getting every last drop of your wetness sucked out of you, as you sit spread open on the sink?" She said, "Stop it, or I'll have to touch myself in front of God and country." I asked her, "This is your party, where do you want to throw it?" (Corny, I know, but I can't come up with home runs all the time!) She took my hand, and rushed me into the bathroom...the WOMEN'S bathroom! (Did you know they have a little couch in their bathroom? I didn't!) I would close here, but the story is not over yet. We have a threesome to explain! We gave each other oral in the bathroom, and she wanted a rim job! (Damn, I haven't had a babe ask for that in a loooong time!) We finished round one, and casually exited the bathroom. Brandi asked me, "Would you f@#% Jennifer if she joined us?" ("What? Have two women at once? HELL NO!!!!") I replied, "If she tastes good, I'll eat it."
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We went outside to where Jennifer was, and Brandi asked Jennifer, "Were gonna go f#@%, wanna join us?" And while I personally would not have sarged Jennifer had I seen her alone, she was bangable for a threesome. And just like that, we were off to the nearest hotel, to have a "Ricky-Wan Breakfast" (That's a threesome, since this maniac has AT LEAST a threesome every other day it seems!) The End Bishy
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Bishy’s Gayness Saw a redhead babe at magazine rack (And she had a nice rack at that!) took off my watch, and approached her with, "Excuse me. I just replaced the battery in this, what time do you have?" She told me the time. I put on my Groucho voice and said, "Then it’s time for me to overcome my shyness and introduce myself to a fiery and attractive woman. My name is (Bishop), but who you are isn’t important, because you’re very glad to meet me just the same. Tell me, do you eat in your pajamas?" She laughed and said, "Yeah, I suppose so." I said, "I personally eat in my kitchen, but to each their own." She laughed, and looked around, then asked me, "Are you feeling well?" Then I said in my own voice, "I realize this is a really strange way to meet people, but I knew that if I didn’t do something, we might never know how much fun we could have had." She waved her wedding ring at me and said, "Sorry." I laughed and said in a gay voice, "Honey, your husband’s the one I want. I was just going through you to get to him." She laughed again and said, "I’ll fight you for him." Then I said, "I’m happy that you’re with someone who’s with you in the way that you truly want him to be. It’s a rare find, but then again, you’re quite the treasure." She said, "Thank you, that was really kind of you." I said, "Give me a hug before we both start crying." SHE DID! Then I left.
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Adventurous Niki For starters, here is my record 35 minutes seduction, that I did last month, from first word, to first orgasm! She was 5’ 4" shoulder length light brown hair, nice little cupcake boobies, and a very nice ass! Went to job interview, saw this babe mouthing words to song playing, and she was boppin’ slightly. I said jokingly, "I take it you hate this song with a passion." She laughed and said, "Oh, am I being conspicuous? Sorry." Then I said, "By the way, my name is..." Her name w as Niki. I said, "I’m curious about something." She asked, "What is that?" I asked, "As you were sitting here and you recognized this song, what happened first; Did you get a warm enjoyable feeling followed by pleasant images, or did you start to see pleasant images first, which made you feel a warmth of enjoyment?" She said, "That’s an interesting way to put it, I never really thought to notice." I said, "Well, as you...THINK ABOUT THIS NOW (point to self) and you NOTICE THIS FEELS GOOD what would you say happened first, the feelings, or the images?" She said, "I would say the feelings, because I instantly started feeling good when I heard the song, and then after that I started seeing some pretty nice images. But I’m not going to tell you want those images were, it’s too silly." I said, "It can be your own little secret." She laughingly said, "Thank you, that’s very gentlemanly of you." I said, "You know, speaking of secrets, have you ever noticed the powerful way secrets affect us?" She said, "How do you mean?" Then I ran my "Secrets" pattern. When I finished, she said, "You should be on the radio, your voice is so ... mesmerizing." I smiled and said, "Modesty prevents me from disagreeing with you."
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We shared a laugh, and then asked me, "I mean it, have you ever looked into it?" I replied, "No, but perhaps I will." She said, "You should, I’d listen to you." Then I said, "My psychic intuition tells me..." Then I wiggled my fingers in her direction. “.... you enjoy working with children." Her eyes widened and she said, "Oh my god, how did you know that? I was studying physical education in college because I love working with kids. I don’t know, I guess I work well with them, I seem to be able to get on their level." (I had a genuine intuition (that was no bullshit! I love when these things happen!) I said, "I don’t know what you’re doing after this, but I’d love to sit with you over coffee and analyze your handwriting." She said, "Really, you can do that? Cool. Yeah, let’s go to the coffee bean down the street." Then I changed the subject, and asked her where she went to college, and where she’s from. (Indiana U. Northwest, she’s from Indiana) About this time I got called in to be interviewed. I told her I would head out to the coffee bean after the interview so for her to meet me there. About 15 minutes after I left, she met me at the coffee bean. (It was right across the street) We chatted a minute about the interview and what we thought of the company, and then I did her handwriting. She asked, "Can you tell if I’m going to marry a rich old man?" I said, "Based on your handwriting, you’re better than that. You don’t need to be dependant on a man to fulfill your financial freedom, because you’re smart enough to know that you’ll never be free in that kind of situation. Instead, you’re going to... SEE THIS INCREDIBLE GUY (sp) and you’ll start to HEAR THIS VOICE inside your mind. This voice of permission, this voice of freedom, this voice of complete willingness to... SURRENDER YOURSELF TO THIS MAN (sp) and you’ll amaze yourself because he may not even have been someone you initially thought you’d feel passionate with, and you’ll do it despite what his bank account says. Because the more you... CONSIDER THIS OPPORTUNITY, the more you’ll cum over... and over...and over again to the conclusion that...THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT.... THIS WHAT YOU DESERVE...so you know to JUST GO FOR IT. Now, with me, as I see it, that’s where your true wealth will be found. Can you FEEL THAT (anchor wrist) to be something you agree with?" She said with a breathy voice, "Wow, that was very well put." I said, "Let me ask you a question, because you strike me as a woman with a strong mind, do you consider yourself more of an adventurer, or an explorer?"
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She said, "I don’t know, and adventurer I guess, because I sometimes like to go against the grain, you know, be different from everyone else?" I smiled and said, "The great thing about wanting to be different from everyone else, is it takes you on this adventure. You go against the grain, do what o thers don’t, and win." She smiled and said, "Exactly." Then I did the "Adventurer vs. Explorer" pattern. She replied, "You are a very imaginative man, forget radio, you need to be a writer!" I said, "I write poetry and stories, but nothing professional." She said, “I write a little, mostly just romance type stuff." I asked, "Oh, do you read romance novels?" She said, "By the boatload." I asked, "Have you ever read any Nora Roberts books? She my favorite." She asked, "You read romance novels?" I laughed and said, "I’ve been known to write a romance story here and there." She began giving me the eye scan at this point, so I figured I’d go ahead and go for a small close/take-away, by saying, "Listen, I have to get going, because I’m expecting a phone call. (Then I put on my excited, playful voice) Hey, would you like to come over and read some of my poetry and stories?" She asked, "Come over to your house?" I said, "Yeah, you can let me know which poems and stories you think I should enter into a writing contest that’s coming up." She leaned back, with a mild look of surprise on her face and asked, "You’re asking me to give you my opinion?" I said, "Sure." She said, "My goodness, I can’t remember the last time a guy actually offered to hear my opinion. You sir, are a breed apart." I asked, "So, what do you say? You want to come?" (Note the ambiguity) She thought a moment, as she scanned my eyes more, and then replied:
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"Sure, what the hell, I’m going against the grain." And with that, she followed me to my house in her car. When we got to the porch, I said to her, "Keep in mind, I asked you here to look over my writings, so please don’t mini- interpret that." She said with mild shock, "Did we just change roles here? Then she laughed and said, "Please don’t tell me you’re gay." I smiled and as we went into the house, I said, "No, I’m not gay. It’s just that some women assume that I’d sleep with them, simply because they’d let me. And I have three rules that must be agreed upon before I’d even consider sleeping with a woman." She tilted her head slightly and asked, "Oh? What would these rules be?" I leaned in close to her, smirked, and asked, "Why, do you want to apply for a position?" She laughed and replied, "I don’t know yet, I hardly even know you." I got a mock serious look on my face and said, "Oh my God, you’re right! What the hell was I thinking? I just met you an hour ago, and I let my emotions talk me into letting you know where I live!" She shook her head as if trying to shake something loose and said, "No, no, that’s not what I meant. I...I don’t know, I guess I...I don’t know." Then I leaned in and said, "Let’s just get this out of the way." And I kissed her. When I pulled back she asked, "What was I saying?" Then we kissed some more, but she pulled back and said, "I don’t know about this. I don’t make a habit of making out with guys I just met." I pulled back and said, "Yeah, you’re right. I don’t either. I guess I was just having such a good time that I said to myself ‘If you don’t find out what it feels like to kiss her, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.’ So I let my emotions take over." She touched my face and said, "That was so sweet." Scanned my eyes like crazy, then said, "Go against the grain, right?" The rest is, as Major Mark would say, moist release.
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Bishop UnBangs Amanda I was at one of my favorite places to dine, when I saw this AMAZING redhead walk into the restaurant. I "read" her energy, and could pick up that she was competitive. The place was very busy, so she had to take a seat and wait for a table. I did some psychic stuff, where I caressed her hair and neck as I whispered in her ear, "Ooh, that guy at the bar in the black jacket seems interesting for some reason. He wouldn't mind if I approached him, he'd love to meet a woman like me. Mmm, yeah, I think I will." I did that for about a minute then progressed it to a more sensual level by psychically kissing her neck as I told her hot she was getting, and how she had to solve the mystery of why she simply had to approach me. I must admit, the restaurant was VERY busy, which means it was also a little noisy, which made staying focused a slight challenge. But I persisted, and "saw" ME through HER eyes, as she visualized approaching me and having a good time as a result. Well, it didn't happen. But I didn't worry. For one thing, I was there to eat dinner, not sarge. But most importantly, I want to stress that the psychic stuff I did does not ALWAYS work anyway. It sometimes works as designed, it sometimes doesn't, and that’s life as a sarger! But I always have fun, so I tried some other stuff. I ate my dinner and waited to see if she would be seated before I left. She was indeed seated before I left, so I took out an index card from my pocket, and quickly drew a stick figure drawing of a woman at a table, with the heading, "Beautiful redhead enjoying a meal as she develops her plan to rule the world once and for all" Then I walked up to her, and as I handed it to her I said, "You have inspired me to high art." She looked at it, gave a laugh and said, "Very cute. Thank you." I smiled and said, "By the way, my name is..." She said her name was Amanda. I then asked her, "I notice a very competitive energy in you, do you play a sport or practice a martial art?" She smiled and said, "Very perceptive. But, no, I don't play a sport or doing martial arts." I said with surprise, "Really? Then you've piqued my curiosity as to where that comes from in you. I have to leave in a few minutes, but I want to do your handwriting, and find out more." Amanda smiled and said, "That sounds cool."
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So I excused myself, paid my bill, and returned to her table and sat down. I said, "Before we get started, let me see your hands." She gave me her hands, and I began to rub the knuckles as I said, "You work in sales, don't you?" (Guys, this was a genuine intuition, not a guess) She said, "Yes, real estate actually." I continued to rub her knuckles as I said, "And because of the preconceived stereotypes about your looks, you've had people suggest you are a success because of how you look, instead of because of the hard work you've done, right?" (This I knew from experience, no intuition involved) She took her hands away as she said, "Yeah. How in the world did you do that? That is wild!" I smiled as I said, "Wait until I see your handwriting." She gave me a handwriting sample, and told her what I saw. I said, "Ooh, you ARE competitive. And you are socially selective. You can get along with pretty much anyone, but you only allow a small group into your inner circle." She said, "True." I continued on that theme by saying, "There are some people you meet (motion left) who are simply a casual encounter. Then there's those people (motion right) you would consider becoming friends with. Then...there's another kind of person (motion to self) who you FEEL INCREDIBLY WARM being around. This person may have been a perfect stranger, but the more you FOCUS ON THIS PERSON, the more you REALIZE, THIS IS SOMETHING SPECIAL, this is something worth finding out about, so you JUST GO FOR IT." Amanda looked at me with a smile and said, "Yeah, that happens." (She began to play with her hair, a good rapport sign!) Then I looked at her handwriting and said, "Ooh, you like secrets." Then I did my "Secrets" pattern. Everything seemed to be going well so far, so I decided to do a takeaway. I said, "You know what, I should get going. But I really enjoyed this." She said, "Yeah, it was fun."
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Then I said, "It's too bad we'll never get the chance to continue this, I would have enjoyed getting your opinion on some things." She smiled and said, "I guess it just wasn't meant to be." WHAT????? Did she just do a takeaway off of my takeaway????? Yep, she did indeed! I tried to salvage the time I had spent with her, by asking, "Ooh, do you have an email address, I'd like to get your opinion on a couple of poems I'm thinking of entering in a contest." Nope, she didn't have a personal e-mail, and she didn't want to have me send it to her work e- mail, claiming others use the same terminal and might read it. Well since I'm not one for supplicating, and I really did show up at this place to just have dinner, I thanked her for her time, and said, "Well, give us a hug." She got up and did indeed give me a hug (Nice natural feeling breasts crushing me) Then I left!
So there you have it guys, a current NON-success story.
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Bishop’s Kickboxing Babe OK, guys, here is my latest super sarging success story! Jessica is a beautiful 5' 7" redhead with nice boobies and a tight body! Not to mention she has a cock stiffening Irish accent! BTW, please do not ask on the list for any of the patterns, poems, and stories I used here. If it's not included in this post, it's in my book "Bishop's Journal" Trust me, I made sure. (Except for my "Warmth Builder" which was already reposted by one of the brothers the other day, so you have it now) Last week I was at a "Best Buy" looking for some new CDs, when I saw an incredible looking redhead and her two blonde friends. My google instinctively "beamed" into me, and the fun began! I first did some psychic stuff, where I was mentally massaging the redhead's shoulders as I whispered my name into her ear over and over. I did this for about 20-30 seconds, then I walked up to her and her friends. The redhead had on shorts and a slightly tight T-shirt on, and it was obvious that she was into physical activities. So I used something Ross teaches, I said to her, "Excuse me, but you have athlete written all over you. What's your sport?" She said, "Mostly I do kickboxing." I said, "Really? How long have you been doing it?" She replied, "About two years now." I commented on her Irish accent and asked if she lived here or was visiting. She said she lives out here, and been here for about 5 years. I smiled and lowered my voice as I said, "So, aside from being able to knock a six foot five inch guy through a stone wall, what do you find the most fulfilling about kickboxing?" (Keep in mind that during this entire time, I am continuing to psychically massage her shoulders and whisper my name into her ear) She and her friends laughed, then the redhead replied, "I didn't really want to do it at first, but my boyfriend got me into it. And I noticed a bunch of people dropping out of the classes, so I thought if I stayed with it I could accomplish something that was too hard for most people. See, I don't like doing what everyone else can do, I want to do the hard stuff that not every one is able to finish."
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(Oh, really? Me thinketh yon kickbirdie hath given sir Bishop a peek at her motivational map!) I asked, "So I imagine you're a pretty competitive person then?" Her friends replied for her, saying she was VERY competitive. (Hmm, I wonder how I can use that to my advantage? * wink *wink*) I turned to her friends and said in an Irish accent, "Tis that fiery red hair of hers, ya' know, from the flame of the devil hisself I tell ye!" This got a laugh, so I introduced myself, and looked at the redhead to s ee if my name caused any reaction from her (As a result of the psychic stuff I did, in case you already forgot) :- ) She said, "Oh, my, God! I knew you were going to say that was your name. How trippy." The redhead's name was Jessica, and her blonde friends were Georgina (sp?) and Connie. I asked Jessica, "So, does that mean you believe in psychic phenomena?" She shrugged and said, "I think we all have a little bit of something like that, something we can't explain. You know?" Connie, one of the blondes, said, "Oh, totally! I have times when I'm thinking of some show, and then later when I'm turning channels that same show comes on! I do that all the time! There's definitely something to that than just chance." Georgia, the other blonde chimed in with, "I think it's a bunch of crap! There's no way we have powers, it's just wishful thinking." Connie and Jessica laughed at that, because as it turned out, Georgia was the biggest believer of psychic abilities out of all three of them. She was just mocking her boyfriend, who is not a believer at all. I suddenly got inspired, and created a pattern from this topic. I looked at Jessica and began with, "It's interesting that you said you knew what I was going to say my name was. Because, it fits right into what I was discussing with a friend of mine, named Merline. She and I were having a discussion about the difference between fate, and destiny." Connie said, "Difference? Aren't they pretty close to the same?"
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I replied, "Not as close as you might have thought. You see, according to Merline, the differences are there, when you GIVE THIS YOUR FOCUS...and LISTEN INTENTLY to the signs...Merline says fate...is the unplanned…exciting moment…when something comes into your life (self point) Something so unlike what you expected…that it changes how you view the world...from now on. It's like a comet (motioned up in the air).that has shot down (moving my hand down toward Jessica).and slams right into (moved my hand rapidly, then stopped by her solar plexus).bringing with it…all that it has seen...on it's journey…and now it becomes a part of you…like a connection (motioned back and forth between Jessica and I) between you…and THIS INCREDIBLE THING (self point).called fate...But destiny, as Merline puts it…destiny is...that tingle of recognition. That tingle of recognition that can not be explained…but simply must be explored. It's like a soothing hand on your shoulder…and a whispered name in your ear. It…can…not…be...ignored. And once you stand face to face (pointed at my face, then Jessica's face) with your destiny…you know it. Because you'll suddenly start to…FEEL A WARMTH…all through your body. And the center of that warmth …will be…right…in...here (poked solar plexus) And then you'll start to HEAR THIS VOICE inside YOUR MINE (your mind).this is your voice of recognition...Recognition that what is happening…right now…is your reward. A reward not everyone can have...but one that you can. A voice to let you know that. THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT (self point).EXPLORE THIS..MAKE THIS YOURS. TAKE YOUR REWARD. So as you FEEL THAT WARMTH GROW…you'll want to…LISTEN TO THIS VOICE ...because it will…guide you...guide you to that which is…destiny. NOW, WITH ME, as I see it, it's something worth being op ened up to." Then I tapped Jessica's shoulder (the wrist would have been too odd, since we were standing) as I said, "Can you FEEL THAT to something you agree with?" She smiled and said, "So are you trying to say it's fate or destiny that we met? " I smiled back and said, "You're obviously a v ery intelligent and attractive woman. But the truth is, I hardly know you enough to call our meeting fate, or destiny...But, then again, I'm not the one who knew what you would say your name was. So I guess you'd have to answer the fate or destiny question yourself." Connie said, "Yeah, that was kinda cool. Not the name thing, what you were saying about fate and destiny. That's really cool, I never thought of it like that." I said, "Yeah, and it's refreshing to actually speak to three intelligent people who can grasp this subject (pointed down to m y crotch). Most people just become like sheep, and follow the popular theory, without actually finding out for themselves if it holds any truth. Or worse, they assume something's full of crap before actually looking into it." Georgia said, "Yeah, that's like m y boyfriend; thinks stuff is bullshit and thinks people who believe in it are morons." (And you're staying with this guy…why?)
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Jessica asked me, "So do you practice magic?" I replied with a laugh, "No, sweety, I CREATE magic." This got a laugh from them. Then I said, "Actually, what I do is really quite interesting. I show people how to experience incredible pleasure inside their body. But because of our culture, most women never get to experience it. That, and it's not for everyone. For this to work, you have to be intelligent enough to comprehend what I'm saying, and open minded enough to let it happen. Otherwise you're wasting your time and mine." Jessica asked if I had a business card (A case of the fish asking for the hook) I did a Ross thing, and made her ask for the card three times before I actually gave it to her. So I first replied with, "Yeas, actually, I have a few cards on me." Then when she asked for one, I changed the subject and asked all three of them, "Do you practice any kind of meditation?" Georgia, naturally, said she does meditations and practices OBEs (Out of Body Experiences) I said, "Well, what if I told you there was a way you didn't have to leave your body and go someplace, and instead could bring it to YOU?" Georgia said, "Oh, I do OBEs because I like to fly in the clouds, and to exotic places." I smiled and said, "And you truly believe you can only do that by leaving your body?" She sneered and said, "Well, we can't really fly, so, there's the problem," I said, "That's interesting. You know we can't really fly, but you think by leaving our body, we suddenly develop the ability to fly?" She said, "It's not really me flying, it's my spirit that's flying, and my consciousness is along for the ride." I said, "Fascinating. Well, if you're happy with that, it's not my place to change that." Then I turned my attention back to Jessica and asked, "So, do you like to fly?" She laughed and said, "Yeah, first class." I laughed and said, "A woman with expensive tastes." She smiled and said, "Yep, and my boyfriend knows he better provide for them too." I leaned back and gave her a confused look, then I said, "Your boyfriend?"
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She said, "Yep, sorry, I have a boyfriend." I said, "No, you misunderstand, I'm not concerned about your relationship status. What surprised me was that you said your boyfriend better know to provide for your expensive tastes." She said, "Why, because I get what I want?" I smiled and said, "No, because you struck me as a woman who didn't need a man to provide for her. You struck me as being self-reliant, someone who could pay for her own tastes." She looked at her friends then said, "Why spend my own money when I can spend his? " Then she laughed. I shook my head and said, "And here I thought you were more than another pretty face. I guess my quest continues. Have a nice day." Then I turned and started walking away. Jessica said, "Hey, wait a minute!" And s he ran after me. When I turned around she said, "Look, I was just kidding, okay? The guy's an asshole, but he buys me what I want." I put my hands on her shoulders and I said, "You're a beautiful, intelligent woman, and you're staying with an asshole because he BUYS you things? Personally, if you were with me, I'd rather turn your whole body into one big blush, and let you buy your OWN fucking things." Then I turned to leave again. She grabbed my arm and asked, "Hey, can I get one of your cards?" (That's two times she's asked) I pulled out one of my cards and I held it out. But when she went to grab it, I pulled it away and said, "How do I know that this card won't just get crushed under that piles of other cards you have, and die a slow...cold...lonely death?" Then I let out a small laugh and said, "You wouldn't let that happen to a defenseless little card, would you?" She laughed and said, "I'll call you, I promise. Can I have the card now?" I said, "Only take this card, if you're willing to honor your promise to call." She said, "I'll call, I promise."
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I gave her the card and then said, "Make your boyfriend pay for my services." We shared a laugh, and then she said, "You are different, that's for sure." Then we said goodbye, and I finished my shopping. FLASH AHEAD to last Thursday afternoon. I was online, checking out the latest celebrity porn, when I get an IM from someone. (I don't know to save IMs, so this is by memory) It simply said, "Will this do in lieu of a call?" Not knowing who the f**k it was, I typed back, "For now." She said that she was Jessica, and was sorry she didn't call. I typed back, "So your promise had an asterisk next to it, huh? " She typed back, "I've been busy, so I didn't have a chance to contact you until now." I typed back, "Oh, I naturally assumed you were busy. That or your life had gotten so hot, it burned out the courtesy chip in your head. :- ) " She typed "LOL" then asked me what I was doing. I told her I was working on a story and I couldn't chat right now. But that when I finished it, I would e-mail it to her and that I would appreciate her opinion of it. She said okay, and that was that for now. I ended up sending her my "Rain of Desire" poem about an hour later. A few hours after that, I got this reply:
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That was very well written. Do you have more? LOL
So I sent her "Warm Fuzzy" that same night. Here was her reply to THAT one.
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OMG! That one was even better then the first one you sent! Call me, I have a question to ask you. My number is XXXXXXXXX Call after 10 please.
So I called her after 10 (It turns out that's when "butthead leaves for work" to use her own words) The question she wanted to ask me, was if it was written to make her think of sex. I bluntly said, "It was written to make you cum. Did it work?" She laughed and asked, "Do you mean the first time I read it, or the third time?" I probed to see where her thinking was, by asking, "So, what did your boyfriend think of it?" She said, "I'm not sharing this with him! Even if I wanted to, how the hell do I explain a guy sending me this and me wanting to share it with him?" I asked, "So, if you're unhappy with him, why do you stay with him?" She said, "I'm not unhappy with him, I just wish he'd learn not to resort to name calling when he gets made. He's a really good guy, he really is." I said, "So this really good guy, who you waited to leave before you had me call, is with you in the way you truly want him to be?" She replied, "Well, nobody's perfect. I'm not perfect either. We're all imperfect." I asked, "So, how imperfect would it be for us to get together Friday night?" She said, "You mean go out? I can't do that." I laughed and said, "Sweety, I don't want to go out with you. I just want to make you pass out from extreme sexual exhaustion." She laughed and said, "You're not shy." I said, "There's no time for shyness. We do not know how long we will be alive, so we get to view life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times. A small number of times really. How many more times will you recall a memory from your childhood? A memory so special that you can not conceive of your life without it? Six, maybe seven times more? Perhaps not even that? How many more
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times will you get to hug your parents? Ten, fifteen times more? Perhaps more, perhaps less? And how many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Twenty times more? And yet it all seems limitless. But it's not. However, life, if you know how to use it, is long enough. So a person can reach 90 years old, and still not have used that life well. Or a person can live that life fully and well, and not even be very old at all. So if I were shy, I'd miss a lot in this lifetime doesn't give second chances." Jessica was silent for a good five seconds, then said, "I think I just had another orgasm. Jesus, how do you come up with this stuff?" I joked, "Fortune cookies." She cracked up, then said in a lowered voice, "I don't know about this. I mean, this area's not that big, someone he knows might see us." I said, "So come over to my place." She said, "You mean right now?" I said, "Now, tomorrow night, whichever's most comfortable for you." She said, "But I don't really know you all that well, and you want me to come to your place?" I replied, "You're right, what was I thinking. I hardly know you and already I was going to let you know where I live. Maybe I should go." She said, "No, no, we can still talk on the phone." I said, "We could...but if it doesn't go anywhere, we're just wasting each other's time. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not looking to take you from your boyfriend. I'm not relationship materiel. But the thought of laying you out...on my living room floor...and spreading you...wide open...and tasting you...Mmm, that's an image that shouldn't be there, but it is. So maybe it's best if we just end now, before it goes too far." There was a loooooong pause, followed by her saying, "Let me think about this." Then she added, "I'll call you tomorrow, I promise." And we hung up. That night, I e-mailed her my "Whisper of Anticipation" poem. Friday afternoon I had gone to see a movie, and when I returned home, there was a message on my machine from Jessica. It was a basic "Hi, this is Jessica, call me back at ______"
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I called her back and we fluff talked a few minutes about the movie I saw, and about her work (The number was her work number. And the wild thing is, she works at the very same company where I had my first sarging success!) Then she asked me if I had plans tonight. I replied, "It's too soon to say exactly, but right now I'm free." She asked if I would like to meet her at some club in Riverside (It was apparently a safe enough distance for her) I didn't have anything better going on, so I agreed to meet her. Friday night arrives, and I met Jessica at the club. She was standing outside, having a cigarette. (Normally I stay away from smokers, but I make exceptions from time to time) Since we were outside, AND it was clear enough to see some stars, I ran my "Star of Bishop" pattern on her. When I finished, she said, "That was beautiful. Almost sounds like a Celt legend." So then we went inside. We chat, we dance, we have a couple of pints. Then she asks me, "So, Mister Voodoo, what's this stuff you were sa ying about making people feel stuff that our culture doesn't teach us?" I said, "It's only effective if you don't get drunk." She said, "I'm all good, I have a little buzz, I'm not drinking anymore tonight." So I proceed to run the "Warmth Builder" on her. When I finish, I asked her, "So, how do you feel?" She leaned in and kissed me! I pulled back and joked, "Was that a tongue I felt?" She grinned and said, "No, this is." Then she "slipped me the tongue" (I felt so cheap and easy ~sob~) I went ahead and decided to see if her boobs were fake. They weren't. (Not huge, but full) Then I poked her solar plexus, firing off the anchors, as I said, "Does this feel right...from in here?" She nodded instead of answering, and we kissed s ome more. Then she said, "My car, or yours?"
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I have a piece of shit car, one that dries up the wettest of pussy, so we took HER car! We made out in the car (as well as can be done with a 6' 5 " guy in the front seat of an Accord) then I suggested we go someplace more comfortable. She was against going to a motel, saying that was too sleazy. She asked if we could go back to my place, because she didn't want to go back to her place and have "butthead" come home from work for whatever reason. So, off we went to my place. Keep in mind, Riverside is a good 30 minutes away from my place, so I kept her "motor" going b y checking her "oil" and taking a peek under the "hood." Once at my place, well, we didn't watch Scooby cartoons, that's for sure (Maybe next time) BUT it doesn't end there! After we got done with each other's "lucky charms", I had her draw us a bath, and we washed each other. During the washing the topic "somehow" comes up about threesomes. She's done them a few times, and said it was still early for a Friday night, did I want to try a threesome tonight? (A threesome? Aren't I enough for you?) I'm always in the market for another "Girl Scout" (That's my term for a babe who gets other babes for you for threesomes) so I figured what the heck! We go online, and check through the member's directory, we find out who's online in the immediate area. Jessica chats up some babes, finding out who's doing what, then get a few to give her their phone number. She didn't fuck around either, she got right to the point! I heard her say to one babe, "This is a private sex party, so only you are invited. No guests." Well, within 90 minutes, Jessica and 4 other babes were in my apartment. My first thought was, "I'm buying Ross a fucking HOUSE!" We chatted a bit, I lit some candles, and Jessica asked me to show the women my "Warmth Builder" Then I did one of my mediation rituals, with "smudge" and noise makers. Which got everyone in a nice...relaxed...open mood. Jessica would kiss on me, then pull one of the other babes over and kiss her, then have her kiss me, and so on. One of the women wasn't into a group sex thing, but the friend she came with WAS. So I said, "I respect that you're not into this, but it defeats the purpose if you stay. So you can join your friend in exploring this tonight, or you can find fun elsewhere." The non-group chick and her friend BOTH left. So I had to settle for Jessica and 2 other babes. (Life sucks!)
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3 women, and me. There is a God, and her name is Tabby Jean. So, for only the second time in my life, I had a foursome! (Technically, my first "foursome" doesn't count though, because one of the babes would let me feel her up and finger her, but she didn't let me fuck her) After the actual experience of banging three babes in a single night, I have a renewed respect for Ricky-Wan. I had 3 women and was incredibly exhausted afterward. I'm talking nut cramps, sore arms and legs, tight jaw, and about 10 hours of sleep to recoup. So imagine how Rick must have been after 5 !!!!!!!!!!!! Q: what in the world are "smudge" and noise makers? A: Well, "smudging" is a Native American practice, which is basically an aura clenser
and negative energy eliminator. It's a set of sticks tied together by string and has sage, and sweet grass or cedar in it. You light up one end of a "smudge" stick, then blow out the flame and let it smolder. Then wave it around the area you'll be meditating/chanting in. Be warned that the odor it gives off smells similar to marijuana, so close all your windows so your neighbors don't call the cops on you. Noise makers, are exactly that, things that make noise. Rattles, tamberines, clackers, etc. I use them because I do Kaos rituals, and the noise chases away the negative and energy draining elements from where I do my meditations and rituals. Keep in mind that those of you not familiar with rituals or meditations of this kind, this stuff is NOT demonic! I don't summon demons from the 9th level of Hell, or cast spells on people who piss me off. Energy isn't alive, so it can't die. Instead it either lingers where it was exerted, or it changes state and becomes something else. So, for ME, meditations and Kaos rituals are simply taking any and all negative energies within me and around me, and changing it into something more productive.
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Boobsy Ayda Since I am in the process of moving, I wanted to open an account with a bank that would be in the area I would moving to. A large breasted India woman, named Ayda, seated me at her desk, and explained to me how she wanted to be seduced... wait... I think I skipped s omething! Oh, yeah, the whole story! Ayda was explaining the various accounts that the bank offered, and what the requirements were. She told me of a minimum requirement in one of the accounts, to which I told her that I had just had a book published, so that the minimum amount would not be a problem to maintain. Naturally she asked, "What is your book about?" I smiled and replied, "What I wrote, was very interesting." Then I leaned in close, lowered my tone and said, "I wrote about how to seduce a woman.... just the way she wants to be seduced...and leave her wanting...Mmm, more." Ayda smiled and said, "Oh, really? And how did you come about knowing how to do this?" I replied, "Lots and lots of practice." We shared a laugh, and then I said, "For example, are you involved with anyone?" She said, "Yes, I've been married for almost twelve years." I patted her hand and said jokingly, "You little trooper you. Hang in there, help is on the way." She laughed and then said, "He's actually better than most guys." I asked, "Better than most guys in general, or better than most guys YOU'VE met?" She thought about that one a moment, then replied, "Well, compared to people I know, he is a much more thoughtful husband and father." I then decided to do what I call "ninja-comps" (Which are compliments that make a babe doubt her true happiness, but like a ninja, you do it without getting caught). I said, "That's great! You're very fortunate to have a husband who's so thoughtful. It's truly rare indeed when you have a man in your life whose thoughtful enough to realize that you don't want him to solve your work-related complaints, you just want him to listen."
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She said, "Yes, that's very true...but, well, that's not something my husband has quite discovered yet." I gave a confused look and said, "Oh...really? Well, then I'm sure he's thoughtful enough to always ask your opinion on things." She smiled, then changed the subject by saying, "That's interesting. Anyway, with your new account..." (Hmm, perhaps I planted a seed of doubt?????) She finished explaining the benefits and options with my new account, then took my ID and application paperwork with her and went off to get the account going. As I sat there, I decided to look over her desk for anything that might give me an idea of her self-image here at her job. I noticed that she had four awards on a small table next to her desk, and with the awards were two pictures of a little girl I figured to be her daughter. Since no one could see or hear me, I closed my eyes and did some "sections of the lung" breathing (Read the book "FUTURE RITUAL" for the details) and allowed an opening for any intuitive energies to flow in. And by the time Ayda returned, I had some nice things to talk about.
Ayda started to explain to me what the paperwork she was handing me was all about, when I said, "I just had an intuition about you." She smiled and said, "An intuition about me? Please, tell me." I said, "As hard as you work, and as often as you've been recognized for that work with impressive awards, you would never let it compromise the importance of your life with your daughter." She said, "Well, everyone values their children." I said, "True, but that's not what I was saying. If it came down to finishing important paperwork here at work, or seeing your daughter in a school play, you'd go to the play first, then you'd go back to work, and stay the extra hour or so to get the important paperwork finished. Right?" She looked at me wide-eyed, "Yes, that's so amazing." I then added, "And you NEVER take your work home with you. To you, your job stays here at the end of your work day, because all your time at home is for you and your family, not work." She said, "Yes, very true! I would rather work extra hours at work to get it done than to finish it at home. That's very good. How did you know that?"
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I smiled and said, "Male intuition. It's like women's intuition, but without the estrogen." We shared a laugh and then she asked me, "So, in your new book, do you teach men how to have this kind of intuition?" I replied, "No, but after reading my book, a blind man will understand the color blue." She looked at me with slight confusion and asked, "How do you mean?" I said, "Well, think of what the color blue means to you...go ahead, think about right now." She did. Then I said, "Now, I want you to...IMAGINE A TROPICAL VACATION... complete with clear skies, white sandy beaches, and crystal clear waters. And I want you to LISTEN FOR THE OCEAN'S WAVES...as they hit the rocks." She did. Then I asked her, "What does the color blue mean to you?" She answered, "Cool, like a cold drink when I'm really thirsty." Then I said, "Now, remember that tropical vacation?" She said, "Yes." I asked, "Remember the clear sky...the white sandy beaches...the sound of the ocean against the rocks?" She nodded with a big smile. I anchored it by saying, "Can you FEEL HOW GOOD THAT IS?" as I tapped her wrist. She said, "Certainly. I want to go right now." Then she laughed. I smiled and said; "Now THAT is how I would explain the color blue to a blind man." Ayda liked that. So I next did her handwriting. She smiled and said, "You are very good. Where can I find this book?" I gave her the Speed Seduction web site address, and told her to call the # at the sight and ask for "Bishop's Journal." She said with a laugh, "I think I'll get a copy for my husband." (Hmm, I guess he's not as thoughtful as she wants him to be)
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I said, "Just make sure you have him read you some of the poetry I included in the book." She smiled and asked excitedly, "You write poetry?" I said, "I sure do. Do you have an e-mail account? I'll e-mail you something in a few days that will... absolutely...warm you." She smiled and said, "Okay." Then proceeded to write her e- mail address on the back of one of her business cards. We finished up our "business" then I said to her, "We've shared so much, I feel like... YOU'VE KNOWN ME FOR YEARS...so give me a big hug before I go." She did! And I must say, her big boobies felt good squished against me. Now that I'm back online, I sent her a copy of "Warm Fuzzy" and await her reply at this time. That's it for now. I'm not attaching any expectations to this little sarge, but I am curious to read her reply.
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Banging a business babe Okay, here's my first sarge success story since returning to my old stomping grounds. (And be nice to your buddy Bishop, by NOT sarging in the Murrieta/Temecula area. I thank you in advance) Since I already knew where the best p laces to sarge were, and when the best times were, I went into action. I felt like renting a movie o r two, so I did. A large video store nearby where I live has always had a nice selection of babes renting movies after 5:30 p.m. Most of these babes are intelligent, single, hotties, with good jobs. BUT, they have something missing in their lives. Most of them want an adventure... an escape..., which is why, in my opinion, they come to the video store after their work day is done. What makes this video store such a hot babe hunting ground is bec ause it's right across the street from a major grocery store (Another hot babe hunting ground after 5:30) so I know I'll see some nice adventure-seeking babes. Okay, now that I've explained why I chose this video store, and how I knew what to expect, let's get on with the really juicy stuff! I walk into the video store, around 5:45 or so, and right away I see my adventure partner for the night. She is a redhead (major points scored for her!) short (5' 0") and is wearing a Bolo tie with her business suit (It just struck me as being unique, yet professional at the same time which is what I used as my walk-up) I said to her, "Excuse me, forgive my interruption, but I have to compliment you on something. She turned toward me more, smiled and asked, "Then fire away." I said, "I have to compliment your selection of attire. The business suit hangs on you very complimentary, but it's the Bolo tie that adds that unique, yet still professional, touch to it all. And I just wanted to acknowledge you for that." She played with the ropes of her tie, scrunched up her nose, and asked, "You don't think it makes me look like a man?" I gave a faux shocked look as I replied, "What? You mean you're NOT a man?" We shared a laugh, and then I said, "No, no, I'm just kidding. And, no, it doesn't make you look like a man, it makes you look like the unique yet professional woman that I imagine you strive to be." She tilted her head a little as she said, "Thank you, that's nice to hear." I said, "By the way, my name is..." Here name was Jamie. I noticed she had one movie in her hand already (a romantic comedy), and since she was still looking at
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the new releases, it was a safe bet to assume she was planning on getting yet another movie. This told me she likely had no plans tonight, aside from watching movies, so I made a subtle offer. I said, "I'm not sure how adventurous you are, but you're apparently an intelligent woman. So let's sit over here (I motioned to an area for kids that had a sort of amphitheatre rows of seats) and I'll analyze your handwriting. You'll discover things your best friend doesn't even know about you, and I'll get to see if you're the type of woman I'd like to know better." She put a hand up and said, "No offense, but I'm not dating these days." I smiled and said, "What a relief, so you won't expect more from our time together than I'm comfortable with. That's refreshing. I knew there was something about you I liked." Then I lead her to the seats as I asked, "Have you ever had your handwriting analyzed?" She said no, and then asked me why I wanted to analyze her handwriting. To which I replied, "To see if my first impression of you is correct, and to give you something to talk about over the water cooler tomorrow." We shared a laugh, and then I had her give me a writing sample. As I suspected, her writing revealed she needed a challenge. It also showed that she had a good self-image, and was socially selective. On the socially selective part, I said to her, "You can get along with pretty much anyone, but you're very careful who you allow into your inner circle." She said, "Very true." I continued with, "And when you happen to SEE THIS PERSON (s.p.) who captures your attention. You MAKE SURE TO FOCUS on what this person has to offer. And the more you NOTICE THINGS YOU ENJOY about this person (s.p.) the more certain you become that THIS IS WORTH YOUR TIME.... THIS IS SOMEONE YOU ENJOY...so you decide to FIND OUT MORE. Do you FEEL THAT (tap anchor) to be, true?" She smiled and said, "You're very good. How did you know that?" I smiled and said, "Years of secret military training, combined with a decade of Scooby- Doo cartoons." She cracked up! I took this genuine laughter of hers and anchored it by patting the top of her arm twice (just before the shoulder) and saying in my Scooby voice, "Ooby-Ooo!"
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She laughed some more then said, "You have a good comedic delivery, it's very much comes out of the blue." I smiled and said, "Enough about me, let's do you." I then said, "Ooh, you also like secrets." Then I did my "Secrets" pattern, complete with the solar plexus anchor and tap anchoring her same wrist from the "socially selective" anchor I did. (This is called "stacking" anchors, in case you're not familiar with it) She began to scan my eyes a little, and asked, "Do you want to go grab something to drink? I don't mean a bar though, I just need something cold to drink, I'm getting hot." Then she caught herself and said with a laugh, "Do not read into that, I didn't mean it like you think." I smiled and said, "Sweetie, even if you did mean it like it sounded, the truth is, I'm gay and have no interest in you sexually." She looked at me with eyes slightly widened, and asked, "You're really ga y? Figures. I meet a guy worth knowing and he's gay." I took her hand and said, "We can be friends." She seemed slightly disappointed (rightfully so) and said, "Well, let's go grab something cold to drink and talk about what assholes straight guys are." We shared another laugh, and then I asked her, "So if I were straight, I'd be an asshole?" She slapped my arm and said, “you know what I mean." We rented our movies (I grabbed a really cool Janeane Garofallo flick called "The Minus Man") then went next door to the Dairy Queen (How appropriate, now that I think about it! I didn't make the connection at the time, too busy sarging) Over ice cold shakes, we talked about the difference between m en and women, the last great movie we each saw, and how some saying makes absolutely no sense (Like the one, "It's in the last place you look." Well, DUH! Who keeps looking once they've found it?????) Next I did some guided visualization by asking her about her ideal vacation spot (It was Fiji) Me: "If you had two solid weeks to vacation anywhere in the world, where would it be?" Jamie: "Fiji." Me: "Ooh, that's a nice one. I know why I would enjoy Fiji, but what is it about Fiji that makes it the ideal vacation spot for you?"
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Jamie: "Well, someone I used to work with took a vacation there, and she took an extra week she enjoyed it so much. She told me how incredibly nice the people are, how very green it is there, and how it's almost like being away from the rest of the world." Me: "Mmm, sounds perfect. So, if you were to right now IMAGINE BEING IN FIJI... where would you be right now? On the beach? Relaxing in a hut? Where would you be?" Jamie: "It depends if it's daytime or night time." Me: "Then close you eyes...and tell ME if it's daytime or night time for you in Fiji right now?" (she closed her eyes) Jamie: "Sunset. The wind is just right, and m y feet are in the water watching the sun going down." Me: "Peeerfect. Now, since your feet are in the water, tell me what it feels like. Is it cold? warm?" Jamie: "Hmm, mostly coolish. It's warm around me, but my feet are cool." Then Jamie opened her eyes and asked me, "So, where would you go?" I told her, "New Zealand. I plan on going there for the New Year. I'm a person who believes that the true new millennium is not until 2001. And I want to stand on the shore of the beach, with my feet in the water, and watch the final sunset of the millennium." Jamie: "Oh that sound really fun." Then I asked her my "Genie" question. Next I did some more fluff talk, and then I asked her, "If I were a genie, and could create for you your ideal man, what…would …that man…be...like?" She said, "Generous...Mmm, very romantic...hard working, but still have lots of time for me.... he will be honest with me.... he will want kids, but not right away because we will want to travel first ... Supportive... well, not financially, although he needs to make his own money, but supportive in my needs and opinions... and he has GOT to know how to make love WITH me, not TO me, does that make sense?" I said, "Oh, absolutely." Then…I continued in a sloooower ..... pause laced ...manner, " You want THIS GUY (s.p.) to take his time. To spend a few minutes around your neck...little nibble here...gentle bite there...Then he needs…to …treat …your…body…like… the…canvas of…a…masterpiece, with deliberate...passionate strokes...all around." Then .I ... took … her hand as I continued…with, "You …
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can…FEEL…A…WARMTH…GROWING...with each...gentle...touch (As I'm saying this, I'm running my finger over her knuckles) And the more you FOCUS ON THAT WARMTH...and FOCUS ON THIS GROWING PASSION, the more certain you become that THIS IS THE LOVER FOR YOU.... THIS IS WHO YOU DESIRE. And as that warmth grows stronger...and stronger...and stronger through your body ... you realize that...there are not two people here...no, not anymore...instead ...these two people...are united as one...if even for only a night." Then I shut up, and just looked into her eyes. She was scanning my eyes for several seconds, then she finally said, "My goodness, are you sure you're gay?" I smiled and said, "Well, actually....no, I'm not. I just told you that because I at first thought you would get the wrong idea. I'm not about rescuing women like puppy dogs. Sure, I've been called generous, because I'm a very supportive guy. But nothing turns me off quicker than a woman who expects me to save her from the confines of her life, day in and day out. So, I apologize for telling you I was gay. I see now that you're not someone who needs rescuing at all. You're just like me, you just want to escape every once in awhile." She looked at me with a smirk, and asked, "So, are you saying your straight because you think I'll sleep with you now?" I laughed and said, "Even if YOU WANT TO SLEEP WITH ME, I have three rule. I never break before sleeping with a woman. It's nothing personal, it's just better for both of us." Naturally she asked what the three rules were, so I told her. (And in case you were still unaware, Brother RIKER came up with the "Three Rules Before Sex" so please give him due credit for this gem) When I finished, she said, "Well, you really abide by those rules?" I said with absolute seriousness, "We all need structure somewhere in our lives, so yes, I truly do." She asked, "So if I offered to take you back to my place and screw your brains out, you wouldn't do it unless your three rules were met?" I shrugged and said, "First of all, you're assuming I would consider having sex with you in the first place. That's pretty assumptive of you, I'm disappointed. Unlike most guys, I'm not going to screw your brains out simply because you'd let me." She smiled and said, "Either you really know how to play hard to get, or you're a damn good poker player." I took her hand and asked her, "If a guy took you to get a drink, and you had a really nice conversation with him, then he offered to take you home and screw your brains out, would you jump right to it, or would you decline?"
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She smiled and said, "I'd decline of course. It's a woman's decision to w hen sex is going to happen." I smiled and said, "Then since we're not going to have sex anyway, let me give you a little gift before I go." I already had her hand in mine, so I proceeded to do this thing I created, where I have her close her eyes and think of any shape she wants (but I tell her not to tell me what the shape is) appearing in the palm of her opened hand. That shape rotates around and is in her favorite color (Which she doesn't reveal to me either) then as the shape begins to "melt" down inside her palm, she begins to feel its warmth in her palm. Then, as the shape moves up her arm, the warmth increases. I move the shape up her arm, over her shoulders, down between her breasts, and down, down, down, until it reaches the "snack bar" between her legs. Now, as each area is reached, the warmth continues to increase. So by the time it reaches her pussy, it's white hot! Exact wording is as follows: First hold her hand so that the palm is facing up. Then run your index finger in a small circle around the center of her palm as say, "Focus on this area right here as you close your eyes." Once her eyes are closed, continue making small circles in the center of her palm and say, "Now, as you focus on this area, I invite you to NOTICE A WARMTH begin in this spot. And as you FEEL THAT WARMTH I want you to IMAGINE A SHAPE rising from the center of that warmth, from the center of your palm. Any shape you want, but don't tell me what it is. Just notice that shape rising from the center of your palm, higher and higher, until it's hovering over your palm. Now, as that shape hovers, I want you to give it a color, your favorite color. But don't tell me what it is, because this is yours. Now, as that shape hovers, and is the color you most enjoy, notice how that shape starts to sloooowly... spiiiiin. Aroooound, and aroooound, and aroooound. And as it continues to spin, the warmth continues to get warmer. And that shape starts to melt back into the center of your palm, taking all that warmth with it. And once that shape is completely inside, notice how it begins to move slooowly up your arm, taking that warmth with it. (At this point, take your index finger and run it up toward her wrist, then up toward the top of her forearm. Then stop on the bending area between the forearm and bicep, and tap anchor it as you say...) "Notice how it stops, and fills this area with all the pleasures of its warmth." Continue with, "Then it continues up the rest of your arm ... and with each ... passing...moment...that…warmth...that…pleasure...increases...more...and more...and more. Stopping at your shoulders, and releasing an even bigger amount of warmth ...and pleasure. (Tap anchor the shoulder area now) And as that shape moves down...and through your body (run your finger down until you reach the "charm"
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zone, the area where a necklace charm would normally be at.) that warmth get stronger.... and deeper...and much more intense.... and continues to grow in intensity...and build...the more it continues...down…and through…your… body....down....deep...into the center...of you. (On that last part, put your hands on the top of her legs, non- verbally placing that warmth where you want it to be her "snack bar") And allow whatever comes to mind, to explode out from you" This time however, I fired off the solar plexus and wrist anchors as the shape reached her pussy. When that happened, she opened her e yes, and said to me, "If you want me to lose it right here, then continue." She was ready to be closed! I reached over the table and kissed her without a word. She pulled back and said, "We just met you know." I said, "You're right. And we can't forget that I have my three rules. If you're not completely willing to let this happen, we need to part now before we regret the outcome." I got up and started to leave, but she grabbed my arm and asked me, "Tell me you're for real. Tell me this isn't some game here, and that you're not just fucking with me." I cupped her face and said, "If you only knew how close I came to ignoring my three rules, you wouldn't be asking me that." Then I turned to leave and she followed me to my car. She said, "I'm not someone who needs rescuing, you know." I said, "Yeah, I know. You strike me as being a very strong woman." Then she said my name and continued with, "No one has ever talked to me the way you have, and made me feel...I don't know...really, really good. It's a nice thing to have." I turned to her and said, "Sweety, I'm not about nice, I'm about next. The next breath you take... the next beat of your heart... the next opportunity that's right in front of you and makes you ask yourself, 'Do I deserve this? Should this be mine?' And your next thought would be, 'Yeah, this is something I deserve, I'm going to go for it.' " She said, "I'm just confused. I mean, I'm a smart woman and we just met. But I know that if I don't find out where this is going, I'm going to think about it all the time and wonder what I should have done." I said to her, "My life is very busy, so even as friends we'll only see each other sporadically at best. I'm not looking for a relationship, and I suspect you don't need
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one either. So the real question is, do we walk away now and let our imaginations create the ending? Or do we let this continue and, like Alice in Wonderland, see how deep the rabbit hole goes?" We must have stood there for a solid minute without a single word being spoken. Then she said, "I don't know what to do. This is all so very strange and new to me." I gave her a hug and said, "Come, let's visit my new apartment and if nothing else, you can help me decorate my place." She agreed, so back to my place we went. Once there, I offered her bottled water, she accepted, so I went into the kitchen to get it. I opened the fridge, grabbed a bottled water, and then I felt her grab my waist. She hugged the back of me and said, "Tell me you're real." I turned around and said nothing. I just picked her little 5' 0" frame up, sat her on my counter, and began to kiss her. I'll let you guess the rest. By the way, this happened Wednesday. Today, I got a message on my machine from her.
Here is EXACTLY what her message was:
"I'm still coming down from that whirlwind evening we shared, so it hasn't all sunk in yet. But I just wanted you to know that ... well ... even if you never call me...thank you for making me feel really really good. I mean, I'm not obsessing or anything, but I really hope we stay in touch. You were an interesting topic today at lunch with my girlfriends. They thought I was making this all up, (she laughs) so you might have to call me at work and tell them you're real. Anyway, don't panic, I'm not looking for a serious relationship with you. You were right, I'm not looking for a relationship right now. But, once I am, I want him to be a lot like you. So I'll pay you to teach him (laughs) Okay, I've been silly enough, I'm going now. Call me when you get a chance. Bye."
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Sarging Wives Went to one of my favorite coffee places, in the middle of a wealthy neighborhood, and saw these two women in their late 30's (A blonde and a brunette) with "Sarge Me" written all over their energies! After getting my drink (an iced tea, of course) I walked right up to them, saying, "Excuse me, but I have to ask you both a question." They looked at me kind of suspiciously, and the brunette said, "You're not selling anything are you?" I smiled at them both and replied, "Well, when you really think about it, aren't we all really just trying to sell something? An idea, a feeling, a concept, whatever? So, yes, I'm trying to sell you something. I'm trying to sell you on the fact that that I can tell you are both very intelligent women." The blonde laughed and said, "And very married." I touched her wrist and said, "Plead temporary insanity. In California, it's accepted without proof." They both laughed and the brunette asked me, "Very cute. So, you say you have a question for us?" I said, "Yes, I do. You both strike me as being very intelligent, and have likely experienced some fine culture. So I wanted your opinion on a poem I'm thinking of submitting in a contest. Are you up for that?" They looked at each other and the blonde s aid jokingly, "Oh my god, you want OUR opinion. Run while you can." Then she said she was just joking and said she'd love to hear my poem. The brunette agreed. So I told them my "Rain of Desire" poem (This poem, along with all my favorite stuff, will be in "Bishop's Journal" so don't worry about missing out) When I finished, the blonde said, "That was very hypnotic (those were her EXACT words!) You had me actually on the mountain experiencing it." The brunette joked, "Do I have to pay you $3 a minute if I want to hear more?" We shared a laugh and I said, "By the way, my name is..." The blonde was named Amanda, and the brunette was Claudia. They asked me if this is what I do for a living, to which I said, "No, what I do though, is very interesting. You see, I show people how to experience incredible sensations inside the body. But because of our culture here, most women never get to experience that."
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Claudia asked, "So if YOU know it, how do you know women here don't know it, and have already experienced what you charge for?" I said, "Perhaps they might. As long as she is intelligent enough to comprehend the procedure, and willing to step outside the limits of what she's used to, ANY woman can do it without my help." Amanda asked me, "So how do you advertise to get new clients?" (See, sarge in a high quality neighborhood, you get high quality questions) I replied, "Word... of... mouth. Since there's no one else out there doing what I do, I don't need to take out expensive ads, or bu y airtime. Instead, the women who experience this (s.p.) can't keep it to themselves, they hav e to share it!" Claudia asked me, "So are you trying to get us to pay you for your services?" I waved her off and said, "Certainly not. I don't even know if I CAN SERVICE YOU. I mean, I haven't even analyzed your handwriting yet, so I don't know if you're acceptable candidates." Amanda looked at me with an impressed smile and said, "Oh, you are very good. Make us work for what you have, right?" I leaned in close to her face, looked her right in the eye and said, "It's not work, if it turns your whole bod y into one big blush, right?" Amanda said, "I must say that your approach is very unique. And I'm impressed enough that I'll admit that I'm curious to hear more." Claudia said, "I'm skeptical, but you talk a good talk, so please continue." I had them give me a sample of their handwriting, then I blew their minds with how accurate I was about what I saw in their writing. I weaved questions into the "reading" like, "What is it about X that you find the most Y." and using their words back on them. Then I took Amanda's hand (I liked her best anyway) and said, "You also like...mmm.. secrets." Then I did my "Secrets" pattern, complete with the wrist anchor. Claudia was looking at Amanda the entire time, and said after I was done, "I can tell you have her convinced, so that's good enough for me. Sign me up." Then she let out a little laugh. I said, "I can't fit you in right away, because I have previous commitments. But, give your phone numbers and I'll call you with some available dates."
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Amanda said, "No, that won't work. The last thing I need is for my husband to pick up the phone." Claudia offered, "Well, I could give him my work voice mail number, and he could leave a message for the both of us." Then she looked at me and asked, "Right?" That was a fine compromise, so I accepted. I got the voice mail number, and before I left I said, "Since we're obviously not just strangers anymore, give me a hug goodbye." They did! Then I left! So there you have it, two fish on the line! Details to follow as they beCUM available.
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Bishop’s Easter I was visiting the beach area, seeing what people were doing to celebrate Easter. There was a beach party going on that I found, and quickly honed in on a leggy redhead. My google beamed in, and I went to Warp 7. She was dancing to some music when I approached, but I didn't dance with her. Instead, I walked up to her, tapped her shoulder and said, "Excuse me." She turned around and said, "Happy Easter." I wished her a happy Easter then said, "I was driving by on Sepulveda, and couldn't help notice your energy." (Sepulveda was about 2 miles away from where we were)
She laughed and said, "That's very good." I introduced myself, and found out her name was Amber. Then I said, "You carry yourself with a nice discipline, are you into a specific sport or martial art?" She said, "Well, I used to do gymnastics, but I haven't done it in a few years." I asked, "So what is your outlet for all this incredible energy you have?" She replied, "Well, I don't know that I have all that much energy, but I am really focused on my studies. I'm a boring person really." I smiled and said, "Oh, then I apologize for the interruption, you struck me as being a very non-boring person. Have a nice day." Then I started to walk away, when she laughed and said, "No, I was kidding, geez. Come on back." I came back and lowered my tone as I asked, "So, if you had no studies to do, and gallons of time on your hands, what would you do with it?" Amber thought about it a moment then said, "I'd love to go skiing, I haven't been in a long time." I took her hand and said, "Okay, let's go." And started to lead her away. She stopped as she laughed and said, "Go where?" I replied, "Well, you obviously have no studies going on right now, it's still early, so let's go skiing. There's still snow in Tahoe right now."
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Amber laughed and said, "No offense, but I hardly know you." I smiled and said, "Oh, my god, you're right. I almost took a perfect stranger in my car. As far as I know you could be that rampaging redhead that's stalking tall dorky guys who wear ball caps." (I had on a ball cap) She laughed. I said, "Okay, I'll tell you what. Let's sit over by the strand and I'll analyze your handwriting, to see if you're the kind of woman I want to get to know better." She asked, "That's assuming I want you to get to know me, right?" (Damn, this shit's too easy!) :- ) So I gave her my famous, "Well, you strike as being an intelligent woman. I know you can have a thousand guys drop to their knees and respect only the physical side of you. And if that's all you're about, then I thank you for your time and I'll be on my way. If however you care to share your hopes and your dreams, your inspirations and aspirations, then I'd like to be the guy to find out about the woman within this angel's body." She smiled and said, "That's a response I wasn't expecting." I smiled and said, "So join me for a wonderful...adventure. I'll do your handwriting, and you can rub my shoulders as I do it." She smiled and said, "Shoulders only, no feet." We shared a laugh then I did her handwriting. (Blah, blah, "Secrets" Pattern, blah, blah, "Long Distance Relationship" Pattern, blah, blah) She began giving me the eye scan, so I did my "Energy Ball Through The Body" technique (It's pretty much just like it sounds, with the final "stop" on the energy travel being her pussy) She licked her lips, so I kissed them. We kissed for a few minutes, then I suggested we take a walk up the shore. Long story short, we found a lifeguard tower, and gave each other oral. Then, just after I came, I got dressed. She asked me, "So, that's it? You're leaving?" I smiled and said, "Sweetie, this isn't an ending, it's a beginning. I'll be getting together with you later on in the week, and we can see where it leads us." She said, "but, I have classes, and studies. I'll be pretty busy this week."
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I said, "Then we either agree on a more suitable time for us both, or the adventure ends here." She said, "Well, call me Friday." Amber gave me her number, we kissed a few more minutes, and then I left. And THAT was my 40 minutes to fellatio! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I smiled and said, "Oh, then I apologize for the interruption, you struck me as being a very non-boring person. Have a nice day." Then I started to walk away, when she laughed and said, "No, I was kidding, geez. Come on back." Just out of curiosity Bishy, since you didn't really have much going with her at this point, what would you have done if she hadn't called you back? :o)
I would have kept walking and found m yself a non-boring person. There is no value, in MY opinion, in hanging around a babe who calls herself boring and is NOT kidding. BUT, that answer is based on your assumption that I didn't have much going with her, which is not altogether accurate. In the span of one minute I gained rapport through laughter and I noticed something about her that most guys may have never bothered noticing about her (How she carries herself) Those two simple things, along with how I presented myself (confident, fun, not looking at her tits) created just the right amount of curiosity inside of her for my mini takeaway to make her take action. (In this case, she stopped me before I left) AND, because I did it so quickly (instead of waiting a few more minutes) it added more "scarcity" power to it. Very possibly in her mind she was thinking, "This guy's approach is unique, I want to know more!" So don't think you have to run a certain number of patterns, or let a certain period of time pass, before you do a takeaway. Allow the concept of "time" to work FOR you, instead of allowing it to dictate your seduction. If you see an opportunity to run a pattern, DO IT! If you notice an opportunity to set an anchor, DO IT! And always allow HER responses to be the guiding light that makes your seduction shine. Throw away all that crap you've ever been told that says you have to do a linear process to accomplish anything. Trust me, sometimes in the ABC's of seduction C comes before B. So be flexible, and ALWAYS PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT IS HAPPENING AROUND YOU! If you notice her responses and reaction, you'll be able to save a lot of time avoiding a bunch of fluff talk and going right into the "spell casting" so to speak. This however in no way means that I don't fluff talk anymore, I just do less of it. I fluff talk all the time in a sarge, because it's a great way to put a babe DEEP into
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“Whoppi Goldberg” I went to a video store, to sign up as a member, and as I was checking out the selections I noticed a short little redhead (This is my week for sarging "wee people" I guess) looking at movies. I walked up to her and said, "Excuse me. I’m sure you get this all the time, but I have to ask..." Then I paused a moment before finishing the sentence with, "Are you by any chance Whoppi Goldberg?" She cracked up and said, "No, but I get that all the time." We shared a laugh, then I said to her, "I do have to compliment you. It’s a breath of fresh air to meet an attractive women who also has a good sense of humor. By the way, my name is..." Her name was Elanna (Not sure of the spelling, but it was pronounced "El-lane-uh) and she said she was visiting here from Virginia. I joked, "Ah-HA! So you’re not a local? That explains why you’re so untainted by the Los Angeles jadded bug." She laughed and said she actually liked her visit. I asked her how long she would be in town for, and it turned out tomorrow is when she leaves. During this time, she revealed some of her trance words to be "exceptional" "dynamic" and "tranquil/tranquility." I said to her, "Then before you go, you need to have me analyze your handwriting." She smiled and said she was really in a hurry. I said, "Then quick, give me a handwriting sample before I have to leave." She did! While doing her handwriting, I ran my "Secrets" pattern and my "Adventurers vs Explorers" while making sure to put in her trance words in spots where they would fit. After I was done, she asked me, "You’re a writer I bet. Because you have a very descriptive way of explaining things."
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I said, "Yeah, and it’s too bad you’re leaving tomorrow. I would have enjoyed getting your opinion on a couple of things I was going to enter in a contest." She asked me, "Do you have an e-mail address?" So we exchanged e-mail addresses. Then I said to her, "Well, I should let you go. But since you’re such a genuine person, I’ll let you give me a hug goodbye." She did! So there you have it! In the span of about ten minutes, I got her complete attention, her name, where she’s from, her trance words, her e-mail address, and a hug.
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Bishy's Fireworks Weekend It was another lovely Saturday in Bishyland, which included a trip to my mall (Well, I'm still working on them changing the name of the place, but I already have the welcome banner all set. "Welcome to Bishop's Mall. Leave All Inhibitions at the Door") While visiting my favorite stores in my mall, I noticed three women sitting by the food court. I beamed my google in, and went to have some fun. I approached the three lovelies and said, "Excuse me, but would you ladies like to take a survey home with you?" They shrugged and said, "okay." I smiled and said, "Excellent. My name's survey." This got a laugh and one said: "oh, bad joke." I laughed and squatted down so I was just under their eye level (You don't want to stay standing above them, it can unintentionally give the impression you're trying to dominate them. Which is not good when you haven't established rapport yet) I said, "I realize this is a zanny way to meet you, but I had the feeling you three had more going for you than just your looks, and I had to see if I was correct. So tell me, what are three great qualities about you that have nothing to do with your looks?" (By the way, this "3 qualities" gem was created by Brother Eben) One of them replied, "Why should we have to justify ourselves to someone we just met?" I said, "This isn't a justification, it's a qualification. I grew up in Los Angeles, and if it's one thing I know it's that beauty is common. I've been out with some stunning women, who frankly had the personality and qualities of cardboard. So I demand more. I deliver better than 98% of the men you'll ever meet, so I have to be careful whom I give my time to. Now, if you're all with someone who truly...deeply...fulfills you, and is with you in the way that you truly want them to be, then I congratulate you on that and will be on my way. If however, this elusive man (s.p.) is not yet in your grasp, we owe it to ourselves to talk further. So truly, that's what this is about." They were ALL silent. But I had a fan in my corner, because a cute blonde from another table said to me, "I'd be curious to hear more." Then she and her friend giggled to each other.
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One of the three women (short haired blonde), said, "His approach is sure different, I like it." The other two were less than interested, as one of them (brunette) said, "I' ll pass." And the other (long haired blonde) said, "Me too. Sorry, not interested." I smiled and said, "I commend you on being able to deny yourself that kind of pleasure. So I take it you're with someone who is truly with you in the way you want them to be?" Long haired blonde said, "Just because I'm not interested, I MUST be with someone who fulfills me? I don't need a man to feel fulfilled." I tilted my head a little and softly said, "Of course you don't. But this isn't about a man making you feel fulfilled, it's about what you deserve, what you're entitled to have. No one has the right to take away from you the feeling of a man touching you...in a very. sensual...way. It's your right to be with a man who utters your name...in that. special. way. The way you want him to say your name, that fills you up with so much pleasure that you can not conceive of there being anyone else on this planet but you and THIS GUY (s.p.) And if you've known some guys who just did not know h ow to maintain that, what right do they have to ruin your opportunity with the guys in this world wh o know how to...touch...how to...speak...in just the right way...in just the right moment...to give you pleasure, which is...your...right." Short haired blonde joked, "Marry me." And gave a small laugh And cute blonde at other table said, "I feel like I'm in a movie." Brunette chick smiled and said, "That actually made sense." Then long haired blonde said, "Yeah, it made sense, but I'm happy just the way I am." I smiled and said, "Oh, with that kind of frown, you're obviously VERY happy." She replied, "You're a jerk." I ignored her, turned to the brunette and short haired blonde and asked, "Before I leave, which one of you two is the most imaginative, the most creative?" Short haired blonde apparently was. I introduced myself, and found out her name is Jill. I asked her if she liked poetry. She did.
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I asked her if she had an e-mail address. She did. I took out an index card, and said, "I wrote some poetry, and would like your opinion on it. So go ahead and write down your e-mail address." I handed her the index card and a pen. Once she wrote down her e-mail address, I "suddenly noticed" she had interesting handwriting. So I turn the index card over and said, "I want to analyze your handwriting. I'll tell you things about yourself even your best friend doesn't know, and I'll get to find out if you're truly more than a beautiful exterior." She gave me a handwriting sample. As I started to analyze the writing, cute blonde and h er friend moved closer to watch. I now had the full attention of 4 of the 5 babes. (Long haired blonde acted bored, but every so often she would look over at what I was doing) One of the traits Jill had in her writing, was "socially selective" so I said this: "You're socially selective. You could get along with pretty much anybody, but you're very careful who you allow in your inner circle." She said, "That's very true." I continued with, "You could talk with some people (motioned away towards "long haired blonde") and enjoy their company, but they're not really all that inspirational to you, so you limit your time with them. And then you have those encounters that are very friendly, and very inspirational (motioned towards brunette) so you like to hang out with this person frequently. And for you, there is a third category, a special category. And you reserve that place in your inner circle for only this (self point) type of person. Because this person seems to touch you in a way you are rarely ever touched, if ever. And when you're around this type of person, you start to...FEEL A WARMTH OF ENJOYMENT...just by them being here. And the more you ENJOY THIS PERSON (self point) BEING HERE...the stronger that warmth becomes. And you know that ...THIS IS WHAT'S HAPPENING...because you start to...HEAR THIS VOICE inside YOUR MINE (your mind). This voice of permission...this voice of experience ...this voice of absolute certainty that...THIS (self point) IS WHAT YOU WANT.THIS IS WHAT YOU DESERVE...so you know you're going to...JUST GO FOR IT. NOW, WITH ME, as I see it, that's a wonderful experience to have. Can you...FEEL THAT (Tap wrist) to be true for you?" Jill gave a really big smile and said, "Oh, definitely." And began to scan my eyes (a good sign)
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I tilted my head slightly and asked, "Have you ever heard that the eyes are the window to the soul?" Long haired blonde remarked, "Oh, brother." I had had enough of her, so I "smurfed" her ass (This took a few minutes, because my focus was divided with what I was doing with Jill) All the babes said yeah, they'd heard about the eyes being the windows to the soul. I then went into "Soul Gazing" (This is Steve's gem, so he deserves all the credit. And don't ask me to e-mail it to you, because I don't have it in a file) About halfway or so, "long hair" says, "I'm ready to go now." Jill said, "Just a minute, this is interesting." Long hair let out a bitch breath (a hard exhale) and said, "I'm going to the record store." She then got up and left (victory laps!) I finished the "Soul Gazing" and Jill said to me, breathy, "Where did you learn this stuff?" I smiled and said in an exaggerated Asian accent, "From blind, mute, Tibetan monks, who sold their secrets to pay off gambling debts." This got a HUGE laugh! Cute blonde then asked me, "Can you do me next?" I figured now was as good a time as any to do a take-away, so I looked at my watch (I actually HAVE a watch now!) and said, "I would love to, but I need to go in a few minutes." Then I pretended to be thinking, and then said, "I'll tell you what; Give me a handwriting sample and your phone number, and I'll call you later with what I find." HERE WAS HER EXACT REPLY: "I have a better idea, let's get together tonight." I was impressed with her forwardness, and rewarded that by saying, "Hmm, that might work. I was thinking of going to a party tonight, want to join me?" Cute blonde said, "A party will work, sure." Then she asked me for something to write her number on.
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Jill seemed a little disappointed, and I was not about to shun her, she had been a good conversation. So I leaned into her and said, "I insist you join me as well." She gave a little girl look and asked, "You sure? I wouldn't want to ruin your fun." I replied, "Then it's settled, YOU'RE CUMMING WITH ME." I figured if nothing else, I would have two babes vying for my attention that night. (which is a good thing) So I got Jill's number as well, and then made my exit. When I got home, I e-mailed Jill my "Ruby Butterfly" poem. I called cute blonde (her name is Heather) but got her answering machine. I left a generic, "Hi, this is______, we met at ________. Call me back at _______." I called Jill, who was home, and she said she loved the poem I sent. She revealed that she could hear me reading it to her (Cha-CHING! Guess who has my voice inside her mind?!) She asked if there really was a word she was supposed to listen for, to which I replied, "Absolutely. Shhh, listen...can you hear it?" She giggled and said, "I'm not sure. What is the word?" I said, ""The word is...Permission. Permission to step outside the confines of your day...step outside of what you know, and into something... amazing...and fulfilling. Allow yourself this pleasure...this luxury...you deserve it...so just...go for it." She replied, "Mmm, that was very nice." Wanting to accelerate that feeling, I read her my "Rain of Desire" poem right there on the phone. HER EXACT RESPONSE WAS: "God, I feel like I could just close my eyes and float away. You have a way with your voice. Do it again!" So I read her my "Whisper of Anticipation" poem (which talks about the stars, thus making them a tangible anchor!) She responded with, "Where did you come from? You are definitely not the stereotypical male."
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I replied, "I come from that place of adventure, that place you used to dream about as a little girl. But instead of me being your knight in shining armor, I'm that experience you get to indulge in from time to time. That periodic bit of escape from the confines of life, the kind of escape you want to tell your friends about, if they would believe you." She said, "You seem so...layered. There seems to be more to you than what most guys seem to have." I replied, "Layered, huh? You don't know the half of it. Tell you what, let's skip the party for right now, and chat over coffee at Starbucks. They have tables outside, so we can have a bit of privacy. I guarantee you, you'll not only see more of my layers, you might just discover a few of your own." She said that was fine with her, but to give her an hour. Once we were clear on which Starbucks we would meet at, we said goodbye. About 20 minutes or so later, Heather (cute blonde) returns my call. I said to her, "You know what? Let's meet tomorrow over coffee, so we don't have to yell over the music. Sound good?" She sounded disappointed, but said that was cool. We chatted a little bit, I read her "Ruby Butterfly", but she didn't ask for the secret word. We arranged to meet at a bookstore near the mall, which has a little coffee house connected to it, then I wrapped the call up. Within the hour, I met Jill at the Starbucks, ordered our drinks, and grabbed a table outside. She asked me, "So I'm curious why you don't have a girlfriend?" The she added with a laugh, "What is your fatal flaw?" I smiled and said, "The truth is, I have yet to find a woman who's level of adventure equals my own. And by adventure, I'm not talking tons of parties and bar hopping. They have their place, but I do them sporadically. I'm looking for a woman who can walk up to the edge of adventure's cliff...close her eyes...and step...forward. A woman who is not panicked by the fall, but exhilarated. A woman who can be funny...intelligent...and most of all...passionate. Passion runs my life. Passion for what's fun, what's sexy, and what's yet to be explored by either one of us. Embracing that which you were always told NOT to do, and indulging in the pleasures that it brings." Jill was smiling quietly for a few moments, then she said, "If this isn't a game you're playing, then you have got to be the most fascinating man I've ever met." I shrugged and said, "What does your gut tell you? What do you feel right...in...here?"
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I fired off the solar plexus anchor. She licked her lips (A VERY good sign!) and said, "I'm not sure." I then said, "Well, then listen to this voice inside your mind, and let it guide you." She began to blush, and said, "I'm not sure what's going on here." I put my finger under her chin, and began to stroke the flesh under there as I said, "Yes you are. You know exactly what's going on. What you're concerned about, is the things you were always taught to do and to be. Right now you want to do something that conflicts with what you were told was proper. That's okay, it's your decision. You decide for yourself what you will and won't do. Just make sure it's truly what YOU want, and not something you think is expected of you." She took my hand, the one by her chin, and held it, as she said, "So if you wanted to get romantic and I didn't, you wouldn't be mad?" I smiled and said, "No, not at all. I know you and I will become romantically entwined, I see it in your eyes. So you take all the time you need, to decide when tonight you want to find out just how magical our first...long...slow...kiss, will be." She took in a deep breath, scanned my eyes and said, "How about we just get it out of the way." So I teased her a bit, by pulling back slightly just as our lips were about to meet. Then I sloooowly pushed in for the kiss. It lasted a niiiice little while. When we pulled back she whispered, "Fourth of July already? Nice fireworks." We shared a laugh and she said, "That sure breaks a lot of the tension. I'm glad we got that out of the way." A few minutes went by as we drank our beverages. We fluff talked for a few minutes, then I noticed the sky was just starting to get dark enough to see some stars. So naturally I ran my "Star of Bishop" pattern. Her reply was, "That is so romantic." Then I decided to run my "Amazing Women" pattern. Jill leaned in to me and whispered, "Your voice is getting me very turned on, stop it."
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I smiled and whispered back, "Why do you want me to stop? Is because my voice turns you on, or because you have weak self control over what my voice is doing to you." She blushed again, put her hands to her face and said, "If you get me started, you better be able to finish what you started." Then she added, "I can't believe I just said that." I leaned in, and in a very serious tone I did my "Midnighter languaging" and said, "Let me make this situation clear for you. I can see what makes you unique among other women. I've experienced this moment already, in my head, from a dozen different angles. And the truth is, I've made love to you in every one of them. So the question isn't should we let this continue, but rather how well do you want to be made love to? Because there is an opportunity here that most romantics only get to dream about, and what little girls wish for on a starry night. One might even look at this opportunity and think it's something out of the land of glass slippers, and magical carriages. Except, of course, you don't need rescuing, you're strong already. So relax in the knowledge that I already made love to you, before we ever even met." She stared at me wide-eyed for a few seconds, then said, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but, you're right, I get the feeling we have already made love." I stood up, leaned into her, and kissed her in a gradually passionate manner. This lasted for some time, then she said, "Okay, I'm ready, let's go." We barely made it to our cars, when she said, "Follow me, I have a great idea." So, well, I followed her. She ended up driving almost to the top of one of the mountains here, to a "look-out" point. We got out of our cars, she grabbed a blanket from the trunk of her car (Hmm, that was convenient) and said, "This seems like the perfect spot." And then Bishop called "Checkmate!" LOL THAT'S NOT THE END THOUGH! Remember cute blonde, Heather? The next day, when I arrived at the coffee house part of the bookstore, Heather was already there, reading a magazine. I walked around behind her and whispered, "Half of what they say about me in there is a LIE!"
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She laughed and jokingly said, "Which half? The part where they say you're from another planet, or the part where they say you get women all hot and bothered only to abandon them later?" I smiled and said, "Oh, both of those are true." We shared a laugh, then fluff talked about our plans for the 4th of July, which gave me an idea for a pattern. I said, "Have you ever noticed how watching fireworks is a lot like romance with someone new?" She laughed and said, "No, I seriously never gave it a thought. But no doubt you have something interesting to say about it, if yesterday is any indication." I smiled and said, "I do indeed." Then I began the pattern with, "Think back to one of the first times you ever saw a fireworks display. A display so new to you, that you had nothing else to compare the experience to. As dusk...slooowly turn to night, you got more excited. S oon, you'd be watching an incredible fireworks display. You began to...SEE IMAGES OF THIS EXPERIENCE (self point) Of what this would be like. And the more you THINK ABOUT THIS...the bigger...and brighter...the images. To the point where you knew that this night would not end, until you experienced this (self point) for yourself. That's very much like a new romance, in that you start to...FEEL A GROWING ANTICIPATION ...of what this might be like. And you...GET VERY CURIOUS...if what you imagine this to be, is how your experience with this will be. And just like that first...bright... colorful explosion, the moment it happens, you...just...can't...blink. You have to see it all, all that it has to offer. And just when you thought you'd experienced the biggest...and the best...one comes along that surpasses all your expectations. And while this may be for just one night...this experience will be in your memory...forever." (Keep in mind this was said totally on the spot, so I'm working on a better version now that I have time to sit and look it over)
She smiled and asked, "You have a very interesting mind, how did you develop that?" I replied with a laugh, "First I was bitten by a radioactive spider, then my body was bombarded with gamma radiation. That was quickly followed by me b eing assimilated by the Borg, and resulting in my attending an Anthony Robb ins seminar and walking on hot coals." She laughed and said, "Oh, that's what I thought." I complimented her on her quick wit and nice sense of humor.
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She replied, "Yeah, I was bitten by a radioactive spider, then bombarded with gamma radiation." We shared a laugh. Then I asked her if she did a lot of reading, which she said she did, and promptly said, "In fact, let's see if they have my favorite book here." They did, and she told me it was the best book she ever read, even though it was meant to be a children's book. (It was called "The Little Prince" in case you're wondering) So I took her recommendation, and decided to get the book. We talked about books we really enjoyed, and got into a rather looong talk about how books that are made into movies rarely ever seem as good as the books they were based on. Naturally, this gave me an idea for a mini-pattern. I said, "Here you are, ready for something...really enjoyable. You have your expectations, you have a good idea what to expect. Visually, this (point away) seems like what you were looking for, what you wanted. But in the end, you're left disappointed. Because what really fulfills you is right in here (then I picked up the book, and held it up between us) And you know that what this book touches on (tapped it against my chest) is what you get the most fulfillment from." She replied, "Yeah, exactly." There was a few moment of silence, for no particular reason. Then Heather asked me, "You seem very creative and imaginative. Have you always been like that?" I replied, "No, not really. I just used to hang by myself a lot, so I learned to create my own adventures."
(Then I went into my "Old Man & the Bench" story, which is in my book "Bishop's Journal" but I'll go ahead and share it here)
"Where some people just see an old man sitting on a park bench, I see a young man with jet black hair who is holding a beautiful blonde woman by the hand as they walk along the boardwalk on a starry night. And this young couple saved up all their hard earned money, so they could afford the wedding of their dreams. Everyone had attended, on that special day, under a beautiful birthday cake sky. A year later this couple became parents, and years after that, they waved goodbye as their only child drove off to
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college. And now, even in their old age, this couple keeps romance alive. Because every year, on this day, at this time, they pretend to meet each other for the first time, on this park bench, just like they did over 50 years ago." Heather's jaw nearly hit the floor. (common reaction, as you'll find out for yourself) I just smiled, and said nothing. Finally Heather said, "Did you just make that up? That was...beautiful." I smiled and thanked her for the compliment. Then she said, "Ooh, I almost forgot. Do my handwriting, that looked so cool the other day." So I did her handwriting, which naturally included me doing my "Secrets" pattern. (I gave you "Old Man & the Bench" for FREE, so if you don't have this pattern, BUY MY BOOK, "Bishop's Journal")
Since I was already close enough to do the solar plexus anchor that the "Secrets" pattern requires, I went ahead and took her hand as I said, "Let me show you something cool." Then I did my "Warmth Builder" on her. By the time I finished all this, she was scanning my eyes, biting her lower lip, and breathing a little heavy. She leaned into me and asked me, "Are you trying to get me turned on?" I replied, "Only if it's working." She let out a small laugh and said, "Oh, it's working, it worked, I'm beyond no return." So I leaned in and asked her, "So, how adventurous are you?" She looked around and asked me, "What, here?" I smiled and said, "I've always wondered what the Ladies room looked like here." She got a child-like look on her face and said, "Mmm, I haven't tried that before. Do you really want to?" I said, "We better do SOMETHING, before I change m y mind." And with that, she and I made or way to the ladies' room, and played "Hide Little Bishy" in a couple of places.
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The HILARIOUS thing is, someone must have told on us, because we were confronted by the manager as soon as we left the bathroom. Guess what? Bishy's not allowed in that bookstore anymore! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! And THAT, my sarging clan, was how I spent my 4th of July weekend.
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Bishop’s Minor I'm not sure if "Hollywood Video" is a California exclusive chain, but in case it is I need to mention that they let you rent movies for 5 days at a time, but will give you a $1off coupon if you bring a rental back the very next day. So, being the cheap bastard that I am, I returned two movies that I had rented yesterday. The High School-Aged babe behind the counter took my movies, and gave me my coupons. She glanced at the titles I had returned, and commented about one, "Oh, that was a pretty good one, but it was a little too storybook about the romance." I asked her, "What do you mean specifically?" (A GREAT question to ask, by the way, if you want a better quality answer!) She replied, "Well, these kinds of movies pretend that it's a sane relationship to go from feeling nothing for a guy for weeks, then to suddenly get all drooly over him because he did a chivalrous or brave thing. It's not anything that would ever happen in real life." I said to her, "I agree with you, and I want to add something to that." (I support her point, then add my own twist) I continued with, "I think when you look at the way films are made (held out my left hand) and the way romance novels are made (held out my right hand) and you really start to... PAY ATTENTION...you'll notice there's something in the middle of all this that is more powerful than you ma y have thought a moment ago (Notice that? I was "in the middle" of movies and the romance novels) What may look like something you personally would not agree to accept at first, can actually turn out to be...something so unlike your current reality...that you just...stop...doubting. But the only way to find that out...the only way to know for sure...is to step outside of what you know...step outside of what others have led you to believe...rebel...just long enough...to experience...the other side.... the other side unraveled... unraveled until....today." Then I "tap" anchored the side of her arm (her hands were at her side, behind the counter) with, "Can you FEEL THAT to be a possibility worth exploring, even if only for a day?" She just looked at me, silent, for a couple of seconds. Then she said, "I have no idea how to answer that, but I really liked how you explained it." Since she was in High School, and not 18 until the end of May, I limited what else I did. BUT, the end of May is just a $1.16 (That's 1 month and 16 days, in case you don't speak Bishonese) I will work on her here and there, and "cum" the end of May, she will be the toast in my "Ricky-Wan Breakfast" (That's a threesome by the way)
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Being a Vampire Lover Hmm, some Tuesday night twat? You bet your MARKLAR! To fully explain this success story, we must flash back over three weeks ago. I had been looking for a particular book at a metaphysics bookstore near where I live. The babe who helped me, was a well-breasted brunette, named Melinda, who stood a WHOPPING 5 feet tall!!! I asked her what meditations she did, because I noticed she had a balanced energy. We fluffed talked a few minutes, then I told her I wanted to analyze her handwriting. As she was writing out a sample of her handwriting, her roommate showed up (dropping off some keys) and became interested in what I would find in Melinda’s handwriting. The room mate (I forget her name, but I recall she had bigger jugs than Melinda and her eyes were a cool bluish/green) was shocked at how accurate I was, and said, "I’m too intimidated to let you read my handwriting." And while the room mate did not let me read her handwriting, she had no problems with me "reading" her body energies. So I massaged her fingers and wrist and did a reading as I ran my hand over various parts of her body. She had a knot of tension on her left shoulder, which I graciously massaged out for her (Ain’t I a pussy?) And I had a genuine intuition that she had a parent who was very sick, but is doing fine now. (Guys, the "Psychic Influence" seminar is a GREAT start for learning how to get these genuine intuitions!) She tripped out! She said something along the lines of, "Stop it, this stuff isn’t supposed to be real." And was very serious! So, not one to push a subject in a NUDE ERECTION she isn’t comfortable, I returned my attention to Melinda. I asked Melinda if she liked fairy tales, to which she said that she did. So I told her the "Caterpillar & the Moth" story. By the time I got to the, "Would YOU like to know the secret word?" part, BOTH of them were glassy-eyed and eager to learn. I finished up the story, to which they both seem pretty impressed. I then said, "I really should be going. By the way, which one of you has the biggest sense of adventure?" Melinda was the winner! I took out one of my cards and said to her, "At some point in the next two days, you’re going to HEAR THIS VOICE inside YOUR MINE. And for reasons that may not be very apparent at the time, you will SEE THIS CARD and you will WRITE TO THIS E-MAIL ADDRESS requesting your adventure." Melinda giggled and asked, "Oh, will I?" 111
I said, "Only as fast, or as quickly, as you see fit." Then I took her hand, with her fingers pointed up, and sloooo wly slide my card between her index and middle fingers. Then I left. The very next day she sent this e-mail:
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From: XXXXXX To: Bishop1326 Sent: Wednesday, March 15, 2000 10:10 AM Subject: Curious So now that you have me curious what are you going to do about it? If you want to make good on your promise of an adventure I might give you a chance to prove it. I double dip dare you. Melinda So I sent her this as a reply:
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From: Bishop1326 To: XXXXXX Sent: Wednesday, March 15, 2000 12:17 AM Subject: Re: Curious Oh, I’m sorry, did I give you the impression that I was asking if you wanted an adventure? My apologies, it was supposed to be made clear that you have an adventure waiting; all you have to do is claim it. To see if you have what it takes, to endure the level of adventure I provide to those worthy, read this little story I wrote. If you can find yourself adequately interested, ask for more.
The story I included was my "Warm Fuzzy" naturally, which she took a few days to get back to me on. But here was her reply:
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From: XXXXXX To: Bishop1326 Sent: Sunday, March 19, 2000 10:24 AM Subject: Re: Curious Oh my god! Did you really write that? That was so beautiful! Okay mister man, you have my attention now! I am asking for more.
Well, it just so happened that that Sunday is when I banged Jena (The redhead from St. Patrick’s Day) so I didn’t get back to Melinda until Monday. I sent her "The Lover’s Dance" and that night I also sent her "The Ruby Butterfly." Well, I didn’t hear from her again for three weeks! It was this last Sunday, and here’s what she had to sa y:
----- Original Message ----From: XXXXXX To: Bishop1326 Sent: Sunday, April 9, 2000 11:03 AM Subject: Remember me? Hello stranger! I have been so bus y with work and stuff that I simply could not get back to you until now. What can I say but wow! You write in such a picturesque way and I have read your stories about a dozen times already. I feel all warm and fuzzy. More more more! ;)
Now, I don’t know if you can spot the bullshit here, but I DEFINITELY smelled something foul! For one thing, look at the short and sweet content. Nothing elaborate, just a few sentences, right? This couldn’t have taken her more than a minutes or three to write, IF what she wrote was the truth! So you mean to tell me that these few sentences took about three weeks to write???? No, here’s what I suspected when I read this. I suspected that she met a "Waldo" who was a nice distraction to her, but things didn’t work out. That, or she got so turned on by my stories that she had multiple orgasms so intense, that she was in the Hospital for the last three weeks. Now, as much as I would love to believe the latter, the former was a more likely reality. So, I sent her this:
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From: XXXXXX To: Bishop1326 Sent: Sunday, April 9, 2000 1:12 PM Subject: Re: Remember me? Melinda Of course you were busy, I assumed that. I mean you didn’t strike me as being the kind of idiot who would willingly let HER adventure go to someone else. So, since you’re obviously not that kind of person, I’m sure you’ll want to learn something really cool that will absolutely amaze you! I know that it amazed me when I learned about it. So when you’re ready to leave the puppies on the porch and find out how a wolf plays, we’ll get together over coffee or something.
Here was her reply:
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From: XXXXXX To: Bishop1326 Sent: Sunday, April 9, 2000 9:44 AM Subject: Re: Remember me? I don’t know how to respond to your last e-mail. You were more aggressive than I remember and it made me uncomfortable. I must admit to being very curious though. How about we talk about this further? Call me before 8:30 in the morning or after 7:00 in the evening. Or stop by the shop at 2 in the afternoon that is when I take lunch. Melinda p.s. my number is XXXXXXXXX
Long story short, I blew her off Monday and called her this afternoon (well, Tuesday afternoon, depending on when you reads this) and got her machine. Here is what I said: "Melinda, this is (Bishop) I was so busy with work and stuff, this is the first chance I’ve had to contact you. Listen, as of one thirty I’m free tonight, so call me as soon as you can and we can probably get together tonight. If you can’t make it, well, we may not get another chance for a long...long.... time." (Then I left my phone #)
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She called me at around 4 p.m. and said she had some time to meet after 6, so we made plans to meet at a coffee house near where she lives. (I like when they do that!) I said nothing as I sat down, I just grinned and shook my head. She asked, "What?" I said, "For such a small woman, you pack some tall energy." She laughed and said, "You know what they say about things in small packages, right?" I replied, "What, it’s easier to get a refund for them?" She got an amused/shocked look on her face and said, "Oh, I don’t recall you being such a smarty-pants when we first met." I said, "That was, what, a year ago?" She laughed and said, "No, rude boy, less than a month. So, are you going to order something?" I told her, "Yeah, when you go up there, get me a "Zen" iced tea." Then I proceeded to take out some money. She laughed and said, "Mister, I don’t fetch." I let out a fiendish laugh and said, "No, but you’ll beg. I guarantee it." She smiled and said, "Why are you being so rude to me? Play nice." I lightened up and changed the subject by asking, "So, tell me the last dream you remember having." She just looked at me and asked, "My last dream? I’m not sure I remember my last dream." I said, "Okay, tell me about your last dream instead. What happened in it?" She laughed and started thinking. After several seconds she said, "Oh, how about this one! It’s not the last dream I had, but it’s pretty neat." I waved it off as I said, "Neat? No, no, no." Then I leaned in close, lowered my tone and said, "I want you to tell me the last time you had a dream that was so damn amazing, even remembering droplets of details makes you feel as if you’re experiencing it right now." (I tapped the table on "right now" for effect)
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SHE GOT WIDE-EYED AND SWALLOWED HARD then said, "You ARE a wolf, aren’t you." I gave a sly grin and said, "Tonight’s only started sweety." (I tap anchored her wrist as I said that) She tilted her head and said, "Are you reading me right now?" (I had been since I walked in!) I replied, "Page.... by page.... by page." She leaned in and said to me, "You don’t seem like the bad boy type." I raised a brow and said, "I’m in sheep’s clothing." She laughed and said, "Good answer!" I shared a laugh, then said, "Actually, I don’t consider myself a bad boy at all. But I had to do SOMETHING to wake you up, because my intuition tells me you haven’t had a good challenge in weeks!" She said, "Nothing is a challenge for me." Then laughed and added, "Oops, did I just say that?" I went back to the "dream" thing and said, "So, go on, tell me about the last good dream you recall having." She proceeded to tell me about a dream where she was in the bleachers watching this male Olympic diver. And just as the diver was about to cut through the water, she noticed that it was not really water, but blood. She screamed, but no noise came out. Then as the diver came out of the pool, she noticed that it was just her and the diver. The diver walked slowly toward her, and she saw that he was really a vampire. As he reached for her, she said she felt a complete calm, as if this was safe. The vamp-diver’s eyes were glowing a calming glow, and she felt him kiss her lips, then bite her neck. And she felt him lift her high in the air, as she drifted off to sleep. (she went to sleep in her sleep???? Now THAT is someone with a short attention span! LOL!) When she finished, I said, "That’s very interesting. It seems to me that you and I share a mutual belief about vampires, which is that they are romantic figures, not evil ones." She said, "Oh, no doubt. You can’t help but be mesmerized by them, swept away by them. The very way they do what they do is full of romantic tones."
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I used her own words, and added them to a "vampire" pattern I had developed, but have never really had the chance to try out before. (Interestingly enough, I had just told Brother Pelone about that pattern last Saturday!) I said, "I agree. Most people never take the time to notice the true romance ...the true seduction...of vampires. Here are these amazing ... mesmerizing creatures...creatures who sweep you off your feet. By simply getting you to...LOOK INTO THESE EYES...you’re captivated...and completely calm. You know that...THIS BEING (s.p.) has you...you know not to resist. You know that all you need to do...is RELAX...and LET THIS HAPPEN… Let… yourself… be ....carried…away...higher...and…higher...and higher...beyond anything else you’re used to. Where most people would see a creature draining you of your precious lifeforce...you have the ability to.. REALIZE THIS IS SOMETHING MORE...That what is happening is not a removal of something...but rather an addition of something. Something is being put inside of you...and an exchange is taking place. So while some...would look upon a vampire’s new mate.. and think her a vile creature as well...the reality is...she’s only different...different than what she used to be...because you now have been given an experience...beyond what you used to know...beyond your limitations...beyond your current reality...so all that’s left to do.. is to close your eyes...and...SURRENDER TO IT." Melinda was listening with damn near a bead of drool on her lips. I anchored her feeling, by asking, "Can you FEEL THAT to something you agree with ?" (I tapped her "charm" zone, the area where a charm would hang) She swallowed a little hard and said, "That was...wow, you put that in such a way that...wow." Then she laughed at herself as she said, "Don’t mind me, I’m just blabbering." I remained in my hypnotic tone as I asked her, "Would you consider yourself more of an adventurer, or an explorer?" She said she didn’t know for sure, but liked to think she was an adventurer. I then ran my "Adventurer vs. Explorer" pattern. Once I was done, she asked me, "Would you come over to my place?" Then a second later, caught herself and said with a laugh, "What I mean is, I would really like to tape record you. You have the most amazing way of talking, and I would fall into a meditation state, no problem, if I were listening to a tape of your voice." I smiled and said, "This could be fun. But, I’ll only do it if you promise to behave. I don’t want you getting the wrong idea." She said, "Oh, well, if you’d rather not, I’ll understand." (Hmm, I just caught it! That little vixen did a takeaway on ME!)
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I said, "No, I’ll come." Yadda-Yadda-Yadda. We get back to her place, she gives me the nickel tour, we say "Hi" to her roommate through her closed door, and we shockingly end up in Melinda’s bedroom! Melinda has a pretty cool bedroom actually. It has candles all over the place (I LOVE candles!) and some nice "noise makers" for when she does some meditation rituals (No, not the satanic kind. I’m guessing the Kaos kind since, well, we did some Kaos magic. Oops. I got ahead of myself!) Melinda had me read my Warm Fuzzy into a recorder. Then she asked me, "You said when we first met you do Kaos magic, right?" I affirmed, she said, "Good, because I want to do a Kaos ritual that requires two people, and you’re the only one I know who probably knows what he’s doing." (I won’t go into the details of the ritual, because my meditations and rituals are one thing I will not share on the list. It’s not that I’m a secretive asshole.. well, okay, I AM a secretive asshole, but that’s not why!) I refrain from giving details, because unless you’ve read Kaos books that Ross has mentioned, you should not be playing with this stuff blindly. Get educated on Kaos magic and Kaos rituals, and you won’t even need me to outline details then. Oh, th is is yet another good reason to attend a Psychic Influence seminar). In the middle of the ritual, I sensed this HUGE expanding barrier of light green energy surrounding us. No sound to it at all. Melinda opened her eyes and said, "Jesus! Did we do that?" Personally, I doubt it, but I take advantage of opportunities, so I kissed her. We kissed for a few minutes, and I cupped one of her amazingly firm breasts (They HAD to be fake!) She pulled my hand away and said, "We shouldn’t be doing this." I smiled and said, "Yeah, far be it from us to let some silly ritual direct us." She looked at me and asked, "Do you really think that’s what that was?" I started to stand up (Well, as "up" as a guy can get when his dick’s hard!) and I said, "I guess we’ll never know. Listen, I should probably go. You’re obviously too shaken to continue, and I wouldn’t want you to do anything you didn’t feel comfortable doing." Then as an after-thought I said, "Maybe the ritual worked. Maybe we were supposed to start getting hot and heavy so we could discover we didn’t really want to do this after all." I started to turn and walk away, when she said, "But what if I didn’t want to stop?" I asked, "What do you mean?"
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She said, "Did you feel comfortable doing what we were doing?" I squatted next to her and said, "For a moment there, I knew what it felt like to be a true vampire." That was all it took! She smiled, pulled me down toward her and kissed me. Full tongue (Yuck! Cooties!) It was slightly rough on the knees, but I munched on her right there on the floor. Which eventually led to the comfort of her bed, where we slapped out naughty bits to and fro. (And yes, her boobies are indeed fake! Not that I am complaining!) Too bad her roommate didn't join us. Oh, well, I’ll have to turn into a bat and fly into her window some night!
Well, there you have it! My latest success story! Count Bishula
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License to Sarge at the DMV I was at the Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV) last week, renewing my driver's license, and there was this very pretty long haired brunette in line behind me. She looked about 20 or 21, was about 5' 5" or so, perky little 34B breasts, and a nice ass that begged to be violated. She had on biker boots, blue jeans with a black belt that had metal studs on them, and a red blouse. Anyway, a DMV employee was helping speed things up, by pulling us out of line to do the eye chart test. Well, my little brunette snack cake for some reason was unable to do the chart, so they had her look into some weird contraption and read whatever the hell it said inside the damn thing. When she got back in line, I asked her, "That thing didn't brain wash you, did it?" She laughed and replied, "I hope not." I smiled, turned around to face her and said, "Now, repeat after me...The DMV is evil...the DMV is eviiiiillll." She laughed again, but before I could continue I was next in line. I did the whole paperwork crap, and had my picture taken, then they gave me the written test to take. As I was heading to the "testing room" I over heard the DMV employee call the brunette Julie. I made sure to remember that for later, I had an idea! So after taking the test, I got back in the line they told me to get into, and waited. Well, the brunette finished her test and got right behind me. I said, "Hmm, you're not stalking me are you?" She laughed and said, "I don't think so." Then I decided to trip her out. I looked right at her, squinted my eyes and said, "Your name's not...Julie...by any chance, is it?" Her eyes widened, and she said, "Oh, my God. Yes, how did you know that?" I said, "I was standing here reading your energy, and that name kept echoing." She lost her smile and said, "Hmph, good for you." (At this point I had one of two choices: I could either walk away, because that she had a slight attitude. Or I could seriously blow away her model of what she thought
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Then I said, "Hmmm, interesting. I wouldn't have thought that about you." "Thought what?" Julie asked, though not really sounding very interested. I said, "Well, your energy indicates that you've had to overcome a couple of false stereotypes. One false stereotype about you, is that your looks got you everything you wanted. The truth is, you've had to work extra hard just to prove you're more than a pretty face. And the other false stereotype, is that guys think because you're comfortable in these kind of clothes, that you must be either a slut, or a lesbian. Which is sad, because you don't have to explain yourself to anyone, you shouldn't have to." She smiled and said, "That was much better." Then I said, "I'd love to sit down with you sometime and get your opinion on some things. You strike me as an intelligent woman. She said, "You seem like a really nice guy, but I'm really not interested. Besides, I have a boyfriend." I smiled and said, "Oh, you thought I was trying to pick you up?" Then I tilted my head and said, "How cute." I can't begin to describe what her face looked like. It was like it was stuck between pissed, and shocked. Then I said, "The truth is, your energy felt like you were someone who had more to offer than just a pretty face. I apologize for the error. Have a nice day anyway." Nothing else was said while we waited in line. Julie finished before I did (The lady helping me simply HAD to stop working as she told her coworker about what Nicki said to Victoria on some soap opera...And apparently whoever Tony is, he was killed by his wife's jealous sister, which no one knows yet, although the best friend of the widow just figured it out, but the show ended before we found out how she knew...DAMN!) Once I was finished, I walked outside, and guess who's standing out there? Julie! She said to me, "I'm sorry about the bitchy attitude, boyfriend troubles. Nothing I care to discuss, but I wanted to say I was sorry."
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I said, "Tell you what, I'll let you buy me a cup of coffee, I'll analyze your handwriting, and we'll both have a great time." Julie said, "Coffee?" I said, "Yeah, coffee. You said you were sorry, right? I mean, usually when someone is sorry, they do something to make it up to the other person. I assume you meant it when you said you were sorry." She stumbled over her words a moment, then said, "Okay, fine. But just coffee, and then I have to leave." I leaned in slightly and said, "Don't worry, I'm not looking to rescue anyone, I don't replace boyfriends. Besides, you strike as being strong willed enough that I wouldn't have to save you." She said, "Very true." So with that, we agreed to meet at a Starbucks a couple of miles away. Once at the Starbucks, I ordered an iced tea (of course) then sat down to analyze Julie's handwriting. Her handwriting revealed that among other things, she's socially selective. So I said to her, "You don't maintain many friendships, but it's done on purpose. You're very selective with who you allow into your tight circle (did you catch that? "tight circle") But when you...SEE THIS PERSON (self point) this person who, in your mind, is worthy of getting to know, you...MAKE THE EFFORT to...ALLOW THIS PERSON IN (self point) Can you FEEL THAT (wrist anchor) to be true about you?" She said, "Not really...I mean, maybe sometimes, but not with all my friends." I then said, "Ooh, your handwriting also reveals a secretive side to you. You have little secrets that you...shhhh...don't tell." She laughed and said, "Don't we all?" Then I ran my "Secrets" Pattern, making sure to anchor the warm ball of energy in her solar plexus. When I finished she said, "That was...stimulating. I never looked at secrets like that before, that's very interesting."
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Then I said, "Your writing also reveals that you're good with your hands. Do you do a craft of some sort? Working with clay?" She said, "No, but I am studying to be a Photographer. Unfortunately there's not a whole lot of photography studios around here." (We were in the Murrieta/Temecula area of Ca.) I jumped on this and asked, "Photography? That's pretty cool. So tell me, what is it about photography that you enjoy the most?" She replied, "I just like it, no single reason why." I probed by asking, "So what made you want to be a Photographer?" She replied, "I don't have to be a photographer, it's just something I'm interested in. I like that you can capture moments in time, and keep them forever in a picture." (At this point, I figured her to be a polarity responder, so I made sure to use words that she would respond better to) I said, "And the great thing about photography, is that no one can tell you that you can't take whatever pictures you want to. If you want to photograph a mountain all day, you'll photograph a mountain all day. That's just like no one can tell you to...LISTEN TO ME. You can't be made to...LISTEN TO EVERYTHING I SAY, that's out of their control. So you listen to me because that's what you want to do, despite what anyone else says you should do. Is that about right?" She smiled and said, "Pretty much. That's part of why I was being bitchy to you earlier, because my boyfriend tries to control me. I like who I am and I don't need him trying to change me. Well, that's ONE of the reasons he and I were fighting." (When someone is suggesting there's more to the story, like she did here with why she was fighting with her boyfriend, I let them tell me, I don't ask for the information. She didn't offer it, so I changed the subject. I find that it adds to my being different from most guys, who would have asked her, "Oh? Why else are you both fighting?" Besides, I told her I was not into rescuing women, and this adds credibility to that statement) I changed the subject and asked, "So, if you were to make Photography an important part of your life, what would be your niche? I mean, Ansel Adams is famous for his black and white Yosemite photos, and Anne Geddes is famous for making babies up like flowers and vegetables. So looking at it just like that, what powerful part of your imagination would get your photographs noticed?" She shrugged at first and replied, "I don't know, I can't really explain it. I just know a good photo opportunity when I see it."
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I probed more by asking, "So what's you favorite subject to photograph? People? Nature? Architecture? UFOs?" She laughed at that last part, and said, "I like capturing people on film when they don't know they're being photographed." Then she laughed and qualified that by saying, "Not in a voyeur sexual sense. I meant taking pictures of people as they're out doing their life." I remained quiet, allowing her to break the silence. After a few seconds, she said, "I'm surprised you asked me that question earlier, about what made me what to get into photography. You didn't seem at first to be someone who thought beneath surface levels. I don't mean that as an insult, I just...I don't know, I guess most people would have asked what I photograph and left it at that. But you actually seemed interested in why I was into Photography." I smiled and said, "I accept your apology." We shared a laugh, then I fluff talked with her about the Murrieta/Temecula area, and how I plan on moving back down to the area in a few months. I said that one of the reasons I'm moving back down, is because most of the beautiful women down here have a brain in their head, and no silicone. Julie agreed, made a few comments about that, then brought the conversation back to her "Bore-Fiend" by saying, "That's another reason why I'm fighting with my boyfriend. Because, well, I'm bisexual, and he keeps bugging me go bring women back for us." (Here I decided to slam her boyfriend, subtly) I said, "Yeah, some guys just don't know how to appreciate a bisexual woman." She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Oh, are you saying you do?" I replied, "I have enough respect for my bisexual lovers to know that if you're going to bring another woman into our bed, it's because you suggested it, not me." (Note where I changed the wording to say she and I were already lovers) She got a little wide-eyed and asked, "Very good answer." I said, "Well, I understand the deeper levels of the mind. And by understanding those deeper levels, I have an awareness with those I allow as my lovers." Julie asked, "How do you understand these deeper mind levels?" (Reel it in slow, we have a fish on the hook!)
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So I ran my version of the "Levels of the Mind" pattern. ROSS CREATED THIS PATTERN, SO GIVE HIM THE CREDIT!!!! I said, "I understand them, because I...PAY ATTENTION. There are different levels of your mind, each one responsible for how you live your life. The first level, is where you keep the things you must get done, like paying your bills, doing your laundry, and so on. The second level, is where you keep your social programming, the beliefs that your friends and loved ones instilled in you. This is where you keep all your shoulds and shouldn'ts, your dos and don'ts. Then you have the third level, where you keep your own programming. This is where your habits come from, both good and bad. But...then you have...the fourth level. The fourth level is where...anything...and everything...is possible. When you're inside the fourth level of your mind, you start to see incredible opportunities right in front of you (self point) and you...JUST KNOW...THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT...THIS IS WHAT YOU DESERVE...LET NOTHING STOP YOU. And you'll find ways and reasons to make this yours. Now, some people think they're in the fourth level and in control, but they're not. It's like that kiddie car ride at Disneyland that's on rails. Sure, you may think you're steering the car in the direction you want to go, but the reality is, someone else decided the true direction, long before you ever showed up. And then you have those people who's life is like a game of miniature golf. Sure, it was you who hit the ball in the hole, it was your skills that did it. But you have to ask yourself, who decided where the hole went in the first place? That's right, someone else did. But those who can truly tap into that fourth level of your mind, are like a sky diver. It's scary at first, the direction you go is beyond what you're used to. But once you...ACCEPT THIS NUDE ERECTION...you relax...and know...that you are in full control of your situation. You decide when you're going to pull on this cord (point towards cock) and release everything you need to reach your ultimate destination...safely. So you see, while you may think you were free, and that the decisions you made were your own. The truth is, you were likely on rails." Julie was quiet, so I let the information sink in. After a good 10 seconds, she finally said, "That was very well put. So, tell me, how does someone know when they've found this fourth level?" I said, "The surest way, is when you look at an opportunity right in front of you (self point) and you don't know if you should take the steps to experience it fully, but you take them despite any reservations, then you're on your way to reaching the fourth level. It's just...that...close (put my index finger and thumb up and almost together) All that's missing then, is a few little steps." She tilted her head sideways and asked, "Like what?" (At this time I wanted to do a take-away)
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I looked at my watch and said, "Actually, we have to end here. I still need to stop off at the book store." She said, "Oh...okay." I said, "You know, it's too bad you can't meet me later, I was looking forward to hearing more about you." She said, "Um...well...maybe I'll join you at the book store." So off to the book store we went. Once there, she asked me, "So what book are you looking for?" I said, "I'm looking for a book called 'Chaotopia' someone recommended to me." She asked, "What is it about?" I said, "It's apparently a combination of NLP and Chaos magic." She asked, "Chaos magic? I have a friend who's into that, it sounds pretty interesting, but I'm not sure how it's supposed to work. And what's NLP?" I said, "NLP stands for Neuro-Linguistic Programming, and it's simply about communications skills with yourself and others. As for Chaos Magic, well it's pretty much a contradiction in how it works." "How so?" She asked. "Well, " I began, "You take something you'd like to have, like money for example, and you make it the focus of a ritual that you do. You see the things you want to have with this money, you see yourself as you will be with this money, and you feel the feelings you'll have when you have this money. BUT, as you end the ritual, you have to detach and have no desire or emotion linger on wanting the money. It's common to simply laugh your ass off for a minute as you end the ritual. Strange, I know, but that's how it works." She asked, "But if you can't have any desire for the money, what motivates you to try and get it?" I smiled and said, "What makes you think you have to try at all? What if...just think about this...What if all that you desire...all that you could ever want...was right...in...here (poked her solar plexus) And not only was it already inside you, it was also all around you. So the question isn't how you go get the money, but rather how well you will listen to your higher self when it reveals to you where the money is." She said, "That sounds confusing, but okay."
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I said, "Look at chaos magic like Christmas when you were a little girl. Mom and Dad are your higher self in this example, okay?" She nodded. I continued with, "You told Mom and Dad what you want for Christmas, then what happened? Did you follow them around, making sure they got you what you asked for? No, you made your desires known, then you went off and did whatever it is that little girls do. Then, boom, Christmas arrived, and Mom and Dad told you which present was yours. You went to where that present was, and got what you desired. That's exactly what happens in Chaos magic, except once you ask for the item, you eliminate all desires and emotions attached to having it." She said, "That sounds hard." I said, "Well, sometimes when you see something you really want (motion towards my crotch) it gets harder and harder the more you want it. But if you...JUST RELAX....and LET THIS HAPPEN...great things will come to you." Julie said, "Yeah, but I have so much to do day to day and I just want it to get easier to accomplish." I smiled and said, "Life can be very busy. So busy in fact, that we don't think we have time to do the things that will truly fulfill you in your life. But when you... SEE THIS INCREDIBLE OPPORTUNITY...right in front of you...time no longer matters. All that matters is taking advantage of this chance, before someone else get to enjoy this...and you lose. So the truly intelligent ones step outside of their excuses, and indulge themselves in this opportunity, savoring every moment, doing what you deeply desire...and you win." (She started giving me the "eye scan" at this point, so I knew it was time to lead to a close.) She said, "Wow. You have a truly amazing way of putting things." I smiled and joked, "Modesty prevents me from disagreeing with you." We shared a laugh, and I anchored the feeling to her by squeezing her arm (near the top by the shoulder) then she asked me, "I don't think you ever told me, what do you do for a living?" I said, "I pick up bisexual women at DMVs." She laughed, slapped my arm and said, "Pig." I said, in a mock serious tone, "Hey! I'm not a pig....I'm a dog."
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We shared another laugh, and she asked me, "Seriously, what do you do?" I told her, "What I do is very interesting. I show people how to have...incredible...deeply fulfilling things...go on...inside your body. You see, because of the kind of culture we live in, most people have not experienced those feelings...that rush...and warmth...all through your body. But the ones who can listen closely, and comprehend, and can step outside of what they're used to, those people...they get the benefits." She grabbed my arms and said with a smile, "Are you fucking with me?" I said, "No, that's just your dirty imagination." Then I interrupted the topic, and said, "I don't see that book I'm looking for. I'm starting to wonder if it really ex ists." She said, "Who are you? I mean, you are so...different. A little strange around the edges, but...hmm...you know how to get a girl's attention and take it on a roller coaster ride." I grinned and asked, "Do you like roller coasters?" (I had planned to use this to go into the "Discovery Channel" pattern, but things went in a NUDE ERECTION instead) She replied, "Don't!" I asked, "Don't what?" She smiled and said, "I don't know, but I have the feeling you won't be talking about roller coasters in a minute." I leaned into her and asked, "What do you want to talk about then?" She scanned the hell out of my eyes, took in a deep breath, then pulled back and said, "I should probably go. This is getting very...arousing, and I don't think I want that." (Notice she said she didn't "think" she wanted it. That's not a definite no, that's an indecision!) I said, "That's pretty assumptive of you to think I'd get romantic with you simply because that's what you're feeling. I thought you were different, I guess I was wrong. Well, I guess the adventure ends here." She just looked at me with a little shocked, and didn't say a word. As I started to exit the book store, I turned around and asked her, "If you ever decide to step outside of the confines of your life, perhaps we'll run into each other again."
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She said, "Wait!" Then she walked towards me and asked, "You walk into my life, say the things you said, and then you're just leaving?" I smiled and said, "Well, if you're not comfortable with being aroused, why should I bother staying?" She responded with, "So you don't even want to try changing my mind?" I walked up to her and said, "I can't change you mind. If you want to spend more time with me, it will be because....THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT...regardless of what I say. It's not up to me to decide for you if you'll stay on a track, or be the sky diver." She smiled and said, "So, if I did spend more time with you, where would we go?" I said, "Wherever it is, it has to happen before tomorrow morning, because I'm leaving." She let out a small laugh and asked me, "Does this seem a little...unreal? I mean, I don't know, I feel this really nice energy being around you, but I hardly know you. And, you know what I mean? We just met, but I feel like we've alread y met somewhere a long time ago, and here we are again." (This was a very revealing statement on her part! What she was actually saying was that at some point in her past she had thought about meeting a guy like the guy I presented myself to be. Get it?) I forced a shocked look and said, "Oh.my...god. I didn't want to freak you out, but I was feeling that exact same thing. I was trying to think back, wondering if we had ever met before, somewhere a long time ago." I paused, then asked her, "So what should we do?" She said, "I'm not sure. This is new to me." I decided to fire off the solar plexus anchor I had set during the "secrets" pattern, by asking her, "Well, put aside everything else, except what you feel...right...in...here (fired off anchor) This is where the true you resides, away from all those things you never knew were influencing you. This is where you're truly...free." She scanned my eyes a few seconds then said, "I can't believe I'm doing this, but.." And reached up and kissed me. Then she said, "There, now you have your answer." And about ten minutes later, we were in a Motel 6 making hot money love! (Later that night she went to go get a girlfriend to come back and join us, but it didn't work out...oh, well) So there you have it my Brothers, my latest sargy success story! Bishop
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A Warm Fuzzy for Jena This past St. Patrick’s Day, I was invited by Brother Rick and Brother Eben to join them for a night of senseless drinking and massive sarging. I don’t drink all that much, but you only get to celebrate the first St. Patrick’s Day of the millennium once! Anyhow, we went around the bar (which was extremely crowded for some reason) checking out potential applicants for our sexual positions. I meet a few that night, but only one deserves the honor of being posted. Brother Eben was staking out the women’s bathroom, like a seduction master should, while Rick and I were making our rounds (Me literally, since I had on a Hospital scrub top) We walked by this group of three women and one guy, which included this short redhead cutie. (5’ 3", short red hair, about 34A chest) Well Rick, knowing my feelings about redheads was kind enough to step aside and let me work her. (Three cheers for Brother Rick!) She asked me why I had on scrubs, to which I told her I just got off work (I don’t work at a Hospital, the scrub top is just a prop. You’ll see why as the story continues) She noticed that the scrub top said "Chicago HLS" on the pocket and asked me, "Are you on the show E.R?" (We were in a bar near Hollywood, so it was a natural assumption) I told her the truth, and said, "No, I could only WISH to make the kind of money they do." She then asked me, "So, what do you do exactly?" (Oh, the poor ladies never fail to ask the question that dooms them) I said, "Well, what I do is interesting. You see, there are ways to... FEEL INCREDIBLE THINGS all through your body. But because of our culture, most people here never know how to... TAP INTO THOSE FEELINGS ... Now, with me, I’ve spent years studying, learning, and practicing the skills that can bring out in you something.... wonderful. You will feel more alive, more energized, and more ... free. But it’s not for everyone. You have to... PAY ATTENTION and comprehend what I am saying … If you’re willing to step outside of what you’re used to, step outside of what’s familiar, you will experience... something.... amazing." (Full credit for this goes to Brother Eben, who created the original version of this) She said, "Wow. So, do you charge a lot for something like that?" (Yes, a pint of vaginal fluid)
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I said, "Charge a lot? Compared to what? My fees are based on how well the client can comprehend, listen to directions, and follow through on what is created inside of them. Well, that, and what their handwriting tells me." She asked, "Handwriting? You read handwriting?" "I analyze it, yeah." I replied. Her eyes lit up, and she asked, "You’re serious? This isn’t bullshit?" I pulled out an index card from my pocket (Gee, how fortunate it happened to be there!) and had her give me a handwriting sample. Her handwriting revealed that she was competitive, needing a challenge sexually, emotionally responsive, socially selective, and a selective listener. So how I used this information was as follows: "You’re competitive. Where you...SEE THIS OPPOURTUNITY (s.p.) you don’t want anyone else to have it but you." Her friends, who were listening in laughed and said, "So true!" and she replied, "Oh, my God! Yes, yes, go on!" "Hmm, you’re a selective listener. People bore you wheeeen theeeey taaaalk sloooowlllyyyy aaand doon’t geeet to the pooooint. You find some excuse to leave the conversation. However, when you...LISTEN TO THIS OTHER TYPE (s.p.) who’s voice really captures you, you...PAY VERY CLOSE ATTENTION to what’s being said." She said, "Yeah, for the most part I like people getting to the point." Then I said, "Ooh, now THIS (pointing to the loops in her Ys and Gs) is very interesting. Are you sure you want me to share what this means in front of your friends? She said, "Yeah, go ahead." I said, "Well, these loops mean that you have a sexual frustration. Maybe you’re tired of plain old vanilla type sex, I don’t know. It could easily mean that you’re frustrated by not having had sex in awhile." She turned as red as her hair, and said, "My God, that’s both embarrassing and eerie!" One of her girlfriends laughed and said, "She needs some bad!"
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She nodded an affirmative to her friend, so I wanted to anchor that while it was present. I poked her three times on the "charm" zone (Area where a charm would rest on the chest) as I said, "Naughty girl." Then I totally made up this next part, it had NOTHING to do with anything I saw in her handwriting. I said, "Ooh, you like to keep secrets." She asked, "What does that mean actually?" I said, "Well, secrets affect us in interesting ways. I know there are some secrets that you’ll never tell another living soul, and then there are those secrets that you can almost feel are going to burst out of you." Then I ran my "Secrets" pattern, which meant that I anchored her wrist and solar plexus in the process. (Updated version found in my new book "Bishop’s Journal" coming out soon!) She said nothing at first, and just slowly shook her head with her mouth opened. Since I always have my "applicants" sign their full name when I do their handwriting, I now knew her name was Jena. I smiled and said, "Jena, you’re drooling. Stop that." She smiled and said, "You are amazing. Where did you learn this stuff?" Instead of answering her question I decided to put her into some cool trances (She was a very easy trance subject) So I said, "Let me show you something really cool. Let’s go somewhere." She replied (As they almost always do), "I’m not leaving anywhere with you, I hardly know you." I said (As I always do), "No, you misunderstand. I want to take you on an amazing adventure...standing...right.... here (Then I tap the bar with my finger) (Brother Pelone came up with that gem, and he deserves full credit for it) She replied, "My, you are very good. Do you do this with women often?" I said, "Only with redheads who’s opinion I think I would enjoy." She laughed and said, "Oh, hell yes, you pass the test! Okay, where’s this trip we’re taking from right here?" I replied, "Would you like a trip to a tropical beach, or would a mountain cabin be more your style?" She said, "The mountains."
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I said, "Okay, now, close your eyes." She declined, "Why? Why do I have to close my eyes?" I said, "Because your mountain adventure is waiting there for you." She said, "Smooth. Okay." Then after she closed her eyes, I lowered my voice slightly (Not too low though, we were in a noisy bar after all) and said, "As you look out from where you are in the mountains, tell me, are you inside or outside?" "Outside, watching the stars." She replied. (Notice that in answering me, she let me know it was also night time) I couldn’t resist, so I ran my "Star of Bishop" pattern on her (Complete version in "Bishop’s Journal" plug, plug!) While doing this pattern, I ran my finger up her arm to accelerate the emotions, so it would be much more intense. She let out a small moan and said, "I like this so far." Then I said, "Now, as you look down from the stars, what do you see in front of you, or off in the distance?" She said, "A Lake. No, wait. Trees for a few miles, with the lake just passed that. I can see over the tops of the trees. It’s actually very beautiful." I said, "Peeerfect." As I squeezed her shoulder, anchoring the image and the feeling. Then I said, "Do you hear any sounds? Or maybe you just feel a breeze?" She said, "I hear the trees moving ju st a little bit. It’s not windy, but there’s a nice little breeze. I can even smell pine a little bit." I asked, "How do you like it here?" She said, "I want to stay." Then let out a small laugh. I again squeezed the same shoulder, stacking this new image and feeling right on top of the first feeling and image I had anchored there. Then I said, "So, as you see what you saw, hear what you heard, and feel what you felt.... how real would you say it was for you?" She opened her eyes and said, "Oh, I definitely was able to smell the pine. That was amazing! Do it again!"
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I smiled and said, "I’d love to, but I have to get going soon." Then I decided to go ahead and go into the routine I do when I wear my scrub "prop" by saying, "You know, I have this buddy, named Ross, back in Chicago, who thinks that all pretty California girls are stuck up." Then I take out a disposable camera and asked, "Have you picture taken with me, so he can see that you ladies are not only NOT stuck up, but that you’re happy to have your picture taken with me?" As always, they never refuse! Once I got her picture, I did a take-away by saying, "You know, it’s too bad you’re not the kind of person who would consider joining me for coffee before I leave. I would really like you opinion on some things." (Guys, when you say this with sincerity, babes eat it up!) She asked me, "When do you leave?" I said, "In a few weeks." She asked me, "Do you have a pen? I’ll give you my phone number. Oh, and my e-mail address so we can talk in e-mails after you leave." I took out one of my cards, which almost ALWAYS gets a comment, because it says that I am a "sensual writer" In this case, she said, "Hmm, you’ll have to e-mail me some of your writing." (Uh... gee, what a great idea!) After she gave me her number and e-mail address, I said, "Okay, give us a hug." And she didn’t flinch when I put my hand on her ass. (not a bad ass actually) Then I said, "Well, I better go find my friends now." And I left to find Rick and Eben (They were sarging up these Asian chicks). That was Friday
Saturday I e-mailed her a generic, "Hi, this is (Bishop), the guy who did your handwriting Friday, blah, blah, blah..." I did this so she knew what my e-mail address looked like for when I e-mailed her my "Warm Fuzzy" story later that evening. The response was better than expected. That was the most incredible "gift" I think I have ever been given. My fingers are literally shaking as I write this! I thought you were impressive last night with the handwriting thing, but this is just as impressive! This may be silly, but I have to say this.... People like you are rare...you're such a beautiful person...and I am so glad that we met. I wish you were not leaving because I would love so much to see you again. You have my phone number, so call me! call me! call me! Sorry if that makes me sound desperate but you have really impressed me. Living in Hollywood, I meet all kinds of phony people, so when I meet someone like you I just have to gravitate. Does
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that sound silly? And you write such incredible things! If you are not gay, then let me have first dibs! Okay, let me go before I scare you off. : o ) Byee! Jena So, notice how I used some of her own languaging when I replied to her with this:
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From: Bishop1326 To: XXXXX Sent: Sunday, March 19, 2000 9:26 AM Subject: The Next Adventure Jena, Your words are too kind, modesty prevents me from disagreeing with you ;- ) I really enjoyed our time together last Friday, it was nice to find tha t not everyone in Hollywood is phony. I tried to call you a few minutes ago, but your line was busy, so I’m writing this e-mail. Listen, I’m pretty busy all this week, and next week looks even busier (work never ends!). So, if you really do want to get together before I leave, we need to make it today. This may sound silly...but I really want to check out the beach. Maybe you can be a nice host and show me around the area? If you can’t make it, oh well, I guess we just weren’t meant to meet again. However, if you CAN make it, remind me to share something with you that will absolutely amaze you! I know it amazed me when I first learned about it! Hope to hear from you! Bishop
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From: XXXXXX To: Bishop1326 Sent: Sunday, March 19, 2000 9:52 AM Subject: Re: The Next Adventure Today? Yikes, this is last minute timing. But do not worry, we will meet today. This afternoon is way not going to happen so how about we get together tonight? I know this great restaurant near the beach, trust me you’ll love it! Before we go there though I will take you to some of the sights I enjoy here in good old California. By the time our night is over, you may never want to leave California. Oh, but call me first and tell me about this amazing story or whatever it is. We can set a time to meet while we are on the phone. Call! Call! Call! : o )
So about 10 minutes later I got the e-mail, and called her. Normally, I don’t reveal over the phone what the "amazing" thing is that I want to tell the babe. Mainly because it’s a great way to build anticipation if you make her wait until you’re together again. But in Jena’s case, I was pretty certain she wouldn’t cancel on me, so I told her what it was. Simply put, it’s the "Levels of the Mind" pattern I ran on the babe I seduced at the DMV a couple of weeks ago (If you didn’t get the DMV post, don’t bug the list for it. I’ll send you a copy upon your request) Once I was done, and had placed MY voice as her voice of permission, we arranged to meet at 7 that evening at a place in Malibu. The plan was to meet in the parking lot of the restaurant we would be eating at later, and we would take off in her car to go to some of her favorite "spots." One of her spots, was the Marina Del Rey Pier, which has an amusement park feel to it. So naturally I ran the "Discovery Channel" pattern, since it talks about roller coasters. When I was done she smiled and said, "That’s the second time you’ve done that to me." I asked, "Done what to you?" She said, "I got aroused by that warm fluffy or whatever you sent, and now for some reason you have me getting aroused again." I did a mild take-away and said, "Then I better stop, because I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea." She looked at me, and asked with a slight frown, "What wrong idea?"
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I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Some women think that simply because I get them aroused, that it means I want to sleep with them. When the truth is, maybe I just want to be their friend. I mean, friends are allowed to make each other feel good, right? That doesn’t mean it has to be sex, right?" She leaned back and asked me, "So you’re saying if I suddenly attack you tonight, you’re not going to respond?" I laughed and said, "Sure I’ll respond." She said, "Good, I was worried about you for a minute there." Then I threw her a zinger by adding, "I’ll respond by telling you to stop." Jena’s jaw nearly dropped, and she asked, "Are you religious, is that why?" I said, "That’s an interesting stereotype. If I won’t sleep with you, it has to be because I’m religious? Why can’t it be becau se I don’t sleep with every woman who would let me?" She said nothing for a minute, AT LEAST! She had that same head shaking, mouth opened reaction she had last Friday after I ran my "Secrets" pattern on her. I just looked at her with a smile, letting her break the silence. Finally she said, "It’s good you don’t live out here." I asked, "Why’s that?" She said, "Because you would be labeled either gay or a Jesus freak. And you’re too rare a man to have to put up with that." I said with mock defeat, "Oh, alright." Then I reached in and gave her a kiss. She totally got into the kiss, and was the first to add a little tongue to the action! Her first words afterwards were, "Mmm, not bad." Then I changed the subject (Just for shits and giggles! And to break her state) and asked her, "So, do you own any pets?" She laughed and asked, "Oh, are you trying to be casual?" Then I said, "No, I just curious if you have a pussy or a bitch at home." She cracked up! I swear this got her laughing so hard, she nearly peed her panties. I figured this was a great time to anchor such an intense emotion, so I squeezed her left knee twice as I said, "You like that, huh?"
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Once she composed herself, she said, "Oh my goodness. I haven’t laughed that hard in a good long time." I said, "I’m glad I could witness it." She asked, "What the hell were we talking about before you asked about my pussy?" And then she proceeded to crack up all over again. Once THAT fit of laughter subsided, she asked me not to make her laugh anymore because her sides were hurting. So, I changed the subject again! I asked, "How close are we to your mountain?" She looked at me a little strange and asked, "My mountain? Am I missing something?" I said, "Friday, at the bar, we went to the mountains, remember? There were pine trees, a light breeze, and a lake nearby. I was just curious, how far is it from here?" She put her hand on my chest, let out an "Awww, how sweet." then leaned in and kissed me. I figured since I already knew what her ass felt like; let’s see what shape her tummy was in. Well, it wasn’t a six-pack, but it was firm. After a few minutes of kissing, I said I was getting hungry and suggested we head off to the restaurant. Guess what? It turns out the restaurant she had me come to, is where she’s an assistant chef! She actually went into the back and helped make me dinner! How cool, is that? Well, since she DID show me a good time, and she DID make me dinner, I was starting to feel obligated to put out for her. There were a dozen things that I could have done over dinner, like run more patterns, or anchor her table setting, or play with her drinking glass like it was her clit, but the fact was that I had over a half dozen anchors set on her body and she had been giving me green lights since we were on the pier! So I figured all I had to do was get her on the beach, where she could see the stars (which would remind her of the "Star of Bishop") and I would chat away as I fired off each and every anchor. Great plan, right? Well, it didn’t exactly go that way. She had me meet some of her friends from the restaurant, and then she proceeded to tell them how I analyze handwriting. Needless to say, three of the four women, and one of the two guys asked me to do their handwriting. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but I have NEVER done a guy’s handwriting. So, once I returned from the bathroom where I puked my guts out. (Just kidding...I took a big dump!) Anyway, I did everyone’s handwriting, and then suggested to Jena that we take a three-minute walk to the beach. She agreed.
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We sat down on the sand; she sat in front of me and wrapped my arms around her. Sure enough, she looked up at the stars and made reference to my "Star of Bishop" pattern. Then she asked me, "So, are you going to be my warrior tonight? Or do I have to fill up a bottle with tears first?" We kissed, we fondled, and we went back to her place! Once there, Bishy got a nice little surprise! It seems Jena is a realized bisexual!!! And her roommate helped her realize it just a couple of months ago! The roommate’s name is Cassandra (brunette, a mid 7 out of 10, but she has nice and natural big breasts). Apparently Jena let Cassandra read the "Warm Fuzzy" post, and she admitted to getting wet over it. Jena had never had a threesome before, so her helpful roomie Cassandra and me, broke her in nicely. (It’s times like this that I want to buy Ross a house, to say "thanks!" for sharing the technology).
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Banging Melea Okay, my Brothers, Melea the volleyball player has been taken in a NUDE ERECTION, so it's time for the juicy details (and the details ARE juicy). I tried sending this yesterday, but I think it was too long. I've cut the details up into three parts, with "Part 3" coming to you b y tonight (Monday) sometime. First the stats! She's 25, 5' 7" nice athletic build, short California blond hair (blond with dark roots), nice ass, and nicely toned arms and legs (especially her legs!). Her boobies were average size, but I didn't find out the cup size. (I'm guessing 34C) I met Melea at a restaurant that allows food service at the bar ( I prefer eating at the bar of these kinds of places, better catbird seat) I was sitting at the bar for lunch (This was around 1:30, prime sarging time for this location, because it has a movie theatre in the same mall area) and I saw Melea about four bar stools away, talking to the female bartender/server. I waited until she finished talking and I asked, "Excuse me, but what sport do you play?" She said, "Well, I used to play volleyball in college." I commented, "That explains it then, thanks!" She let out a small laugh and asked, "Explains what?" I said, "Well, you carry yourself with a discipline, that's both elegant, and strong all at once. So I figured you were either a volleyball player, or into the martial arts." She said, "Thanks. That's very interesting." I smiled. Then she said (as she walked over to me), "But I haven't had much time to play volleyball since college. You know, gotta make that degree worth something, and conquer the world? But I jump into a game now and again, just to feel that rush." (Hmm, did you catch that? I thought you might!) She stayed standing, about a bar stool away. I said, "Absolutely!" Then I launched into my "Athletic Sports" pattern, because she used words like "rush" and "jump" and because I had not used that pattern in a few weeks. Here's the version I used on her, so it was more personalized. I said, "The great thing about volleyball, like most athletic sports, is that it’s like your own... personal...escape. Even if you don’t do it as much as you’d like to, the fact remains that THIS (s.p.) is that little piece of excitement just for you. This is
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something you're allowed to jump into whenever you need that rush. There can be a dozen other people around, but you know that when you INDULGE IN THIS ESCAPE...THIS ADVENTURE...more...and more...it fills that area deep down inside of you that is otherwise empty. Because nothing else is really quite the same. Oh, sure, there are things that might seem similar, but for you similar...is... not... good...enough. Because you have that competitive side, however large or small you may show it, that competitive side that’s able to SEE THIS (s.p.) victory right in front of you... and in recognizing that this is yours...you do whatever it takes to claim it. And you know when you’ve reached that point, because you start to HEAR THIS VOICE inside your mind. This voice of permission....this voice of determination. It’s just like that voice you listened to as a little girl, the voice that told you...THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT...MAKE IT YOURS. And the more you decide to LISTEN TO THIS VOICE...the more you start to FEEL A WARMTH right...in... here. And that warmth slowly...grows...into a ball...of energy. A ball of energy that spreads out... all through your body. So as you FEEL THIS WARMTH...and HEAR THIS VOICE...you know that you’re about to experience something...wonderful. Can you FEEL THAT (wrist anchor) to be true for you?" She paused a moment, but finally said, "Oh, yeah! You nailed it!" (How prophetic of her! LOLOLOLOLOLOL) Then I introduced myself. She asked me, "You seem to know the athletic rush pretty good, do you have a sport?" I smiled and said, "Yeah, watch, in about ten minutes I'm going to do my famous albacore sandwich swallow." She laughed, and I said, "I'm glad that you laughed, because I suspected there was more to you than a pretty face and rock hard calves." She looked at her calves and joked, "Well, I don't know about rock hard...cement hard maybe." This was genuinely funny to me, so I laughed! Then I asked her if she does any meditations. She said that she does Yoga. I tapped my index finger to my lip as I said, "I ask, because you have a very.... interesting energy." She looked at me kind of suspiciously and asked, "And b y that you mean...?"
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Then I smiled and said, "I'm not sure." Then I got an excited look on my face and said, "Hey, let me analyze your handwriting. Take a seat." She looked at her watch, smiled and said, "Ooh, I really need to go soon." I quickly said, "Then you better hurry up and give me a sample, so I can analyze it." She let out a small laugh and said, "Hmm, this isn't something for a hidden camera show is it?" I dropped my head in mocked defeat and said, "Oh, was I that obvious?" She laughed and said jokingly, "If this is a joke, I'll slap you silly." Then she did as she was instructed and gave me a handwriting sample. She was competitive (no shit!) a cumulative thinker (needs all the facts before making a decision) aggressive, has a physical frustration (Well, I guess that would be HAD at this point in time), was resistant to authority, and socially sel ective. As is now my tradition, I add in, "Ooh, you like secrets!" then I run my "Secrets" pattern. (Ross was the one who suggested I throw my pattern into the mix like this, so give him a hand for seeing the power behind such a combination!) So at this stage of the sarge, I've anchored her feelings for volleyball to her wrist ("Athletic Sports" pattern), put MY voice inside her mind, (same pattern) and placed and anchor at her solar plexus (Secrets pattern). I didn't anchor the other things I saw in her handwriting, because I wanted to use this as my demonstration for understanding her reality. After the handwriting analysis, she said, "Oh my God, that was incredible!" I said, "Modesty prevents me from disagreeing with you." When she laughed (which I was pretty sure she would do) I anchored the laughter feelings by slapping her knee twice with the back of my hand as I said, "You (slap) like that?" (slap) She said, "Interesting conversation." I said, "I realize you probably have to go, and I'd like to start eating my lunch. But I'd really like your opinion on some stuff I've written and am thinking of entering into a contest." She said, "Oh, neat. What did you write?" I leaned in close and said, "Something that will absolutely...amaze you."
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She smiled and said, "Hmm, I'm not sure what that means, but okay." Then she asked me, "Do you have e-mail?" I said I did. She wrote down her e-mail address on one of the restaurant's coasters and said, "Send it to me." Then I ate my sandwich! (NO STARVIN' MARVIN THAT'S MY ALBACORE!)
That night I e-mailed her my "Warm Fuzzy." Okay, that was Wednesday! Here's what she sent me the next day!
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From: XXXXXXXXXXX To:
[email protected] Sent: Thursday, March 23, 2000 7:14 PM Subject: Re: A Warm Fuzzy That was very sweet! Thank you. Melea
Now, a babe has NEVER replied back to my Warm Fuzzy with something so... simple. So as I mentioned the other day, I meditated, and got an intuition about her. My intuition told me she had glanced over the Warm Fuzzy, but had not really read it.
So I sent her this:
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From: Bishop To: XXXXXX Sent: Thursday, March 23, 2000 10:12 PM Subject: Melea! CHECK THIS OUT!!! Tsk, Tsk, Melea. I'm very disappointed in you. The other day in the restaurant, you struck me as having the ability to step outside the stereotype you have been labeled with. But here you go, pretending to have read "Warm Fuzzy" when you and I both know that you didn't. Did I really strike you as being some big dumb guy who
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you could throw on that pile of losers that only respect the physical side of you? I hope my first impression of you was not wrong, I hope that you're the type of woman who can appreciate the difference between wanting your opinion, and wanting your bed. (Unless you have salmon colored satin sheets, in which case I'll arm wrestle you for them!) Take Care!
That was Thursday night. Here's what she wrote the next morning!
----- Original Message -----
From: XXXXXXXXXXX To:
Sent: Friday, March 24, 2000 11:37 AM Subject: Re: Melea! CHECK THIS OUT!!! That is so bizarre! How did you know that I had not read it? Well I guess I need to come clean. I really did look over your E-mail, but I did not get a chance to fully read it, as I was doing several things at the time. You certainly did not seem like a big dumb guy. You seemed to me to actually be quite intelligent. In a knowledge kind of way, not a know-it-all way. Do you know what I am getting at? So much I get bothered by these guys who think they need to be the expert on whatever topic I seem interested in. You are a true breath of fresh air. Since I made a boo boo and I am very curious to hear about this stereotype you mentioned, how about you call me tonight sometime? My number is XXXXXXXXX and I have an answering machine should I be indisposed at the moment. The most opportune time I will be home is after six tonight. I think a friend of mine will want to go see a movie tonight, so try and catch me before seven if possible. Now I will go and really read the story you sent, honest. Until then, Melea p.s. Sorry my sheets are not salmon nor satin. That was cute.
So about 6:30 I called her, and when she answered I said in a gay voice, "No salmon satin sheets? You're not the girl I thought you were. Good BYE!" She laughed and said, "Hey, I almost didn't recognize it was you." I said, "Well we can't have that, now can we?"
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She said, "No, we can't. So what're you doing?" I said, "Debating on whether to send you another story or not." She said in a eager voice, "YES! Yes, send it! Oh, my God, that last one was, oh, my god, you just don't know." Then she let out a laugh and asked somewhat shyly, "Was it supposed to come off as erotic as it seemed?" I said, "Only to someone with the ability to appreciate it, yeah." She said, " I loved it! And my room mate here almost had a heart attack when she read it!" (Guys, it's been MY experience that when a competitive babe shares my "Warm Fuzzy" with her friend(s), it's to show off and say, "look what I got!" This let me know that if I wanted to make Melea take action faster, I needed to play into her competitiveness with her room mate. So I ask ed...) "Room mate, huh? Is she cute?" Melea said with a laugh, "She's alright, for a COOKIE THIEF!" (I suspected the roommate was right there...the comment "screw you bitch!" in the background was a dead giveaway!) I said, "If you tell me she's a redhead, it could be love." Melea said, "What? No way! This is bizarre! Hold on a second." Then she put her room mate on the other line and said, "Okay, repeat what you just said." So of course I said, "Well, I said 'Melea, stop begging, you're better than that.' Is that the part you meant?" Her room mate LOVED IT, and was laughing her ass off! Melea on the other hand, said, "Oh, you are so not going to live to see the week-end." But then she laughed and said, "Asshole." To which I said, "So, we're related then?" She said, "Ooh, nice come back for a gay man dressed up in salmon sheets." Then I sang, "I'm super, thanks for asking." (She didn't see the South Park movie though...twenty-point penalty!) After that she said, "Me and my roomie are taking in a movie, want to come?"
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I said, "Oh, I wish you had asked me earlier, I could have made it. I've been invited to dinner. She's a volleyball player, like you, as it turns out!" (In hindsight, I should have accepted her invitation, because the chance to hang with two babes should not be passed up) I told her that for two reasons: 1) To give her "social proof" that a volleyball player, just like her, was interested in me. 2) To get to her competitive side. Melea said, "Oh...okay. Well, have fun." I said, "You too! It's too bad we couldn't make it tomorrow." (Naturally I said this to give her mind a chance to go, "Oh, ask him out tomorrow!" She said, "Yeah, well, I better go. Have a nice night." Then we hung up. (Interestingly enough, she had not asked me about the "stereotype" comment, even though in the e-mail she expressed curiosity) Okay, so at this point I don't know for sure if she took the bait, or if she just swam further down the stream. So, to add a little more curiosity in her mind, I sent her my "Ruby Butterfly" story. (I posted this story a few days ago, so check your list email) That night, she replied with this:
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From: XXXXXXXXXX To: Sent: Friday, March 24, 2000 11:02 PM Subject: Re: The Ruby Butterfly I swear you build suspense very well. Okay I will ask, what is the word the butterfly is saying? E-Mail the answer right away, I hate waiting!
We went and saw Erin Brockovitch by the way, it was a good movie! So who do you think will win at the Oscars? I want that little boy from the Bruce Willis movie to win best actor, he is so darn cute in that movie! It airs Sunday right? I think it is unfair that the east coast will see them live and we have a tape delay!
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If you do not have plans yet for Saturday afternoon give me a call. My roommate wants you to do her handwriting and we can go do something after that. I better go now before I sleep-write and type something I did not meant to. Melea
Okay, let's highlight some stuff Melea revealed to me! For one thing, she is obviously the very curious type. PLUS, she's impatient about waiting to find out the answer to a puzzle. Secondly, she revealed that she's nearly CLUELESS regarding the Oscars and "that Bruce Willis movie." The Oscars WILL be live here in California, it starts at 5 p.m. And she obviously didn't see "The Sixth Sense" because "that little boy" Haley Joel Osment was NOT cute in the movie, he was pretty damn serious during the whole thing! On the surface you may say, "Who cares, Bish?" But this is an important thing to notice, because it verifies a pattern of behavior on her part! She gave an odd opinion regarding my "Warm Fuzzy" and it turned out she didn't really read it, she just glanced over it. Now, in this e-mail she gave an odd opinion of "the kid" in "The Sixth Sense" so I'm betting she either didn't see the movie at all, or instead just "glanced over it." If it were the latter, it's an indicator to ME that she has a demanding attention span, so she bores easily. Maybe not A.D.D. exactly, but something pretty close! Next, she makes slight reference to my having let her know that I had no plans Saturday. Which is an indicator to me that she DID take the bait, and is most likely also feeling a tingle of competitiveness. As for the last part of her e-mail, I think she was just genuinely feeling tired. Okay, so having noticed all that, I sent this reply:
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From: Bishop [email protected] To: XXXXXX Sent: Friday, March 24, 2000 11:21 PM Subject: Knock! Knock! Malea, I’ll be available around 1:30 tomorrow, but I have plans at 3. How about we make it in the evening, like around 6 or 7? Whatever we go, make sure it’s a lot of fun, because my attention span is pretty selective! (I’m sorry, what was I just saying?) LOL
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By the way, you never did tell me, is your room mate a redhead? Oh, and as for the butterfly’s word.... well, I’ll tell you when I see you Saturday night. Buh-Bye!
THIS DROVE HER FUCKING NUTS!!!!!! Here’s her reply!
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From: XXXXXXXXXX To: Sent: Saturday, March 25, 2000 9:12 PM Subject: Re: Knock! Knock! No! You have to call me and tell me the answer! I hate waiting! 7 tonight is fine, meet us at XXXXXX where we first met Wednesday. We can chow down and you can read Darla’s handwriting. No she does not have red hair. We will do some fun stuff because my mind is like yours it drifts easily. Call as soon as you get this. Malea
BINGO! I was right about her attention span! If her mind was drifting the first time we met, I sure as hell didn’t notice it though. Also note that even though she has an easily distracting mind, she is STILL lingering onto the curiosity created by "The Ruby Butterfly." KIK ATH!
Okay, so when I got this message (I think it was around 9:45) I called her and ran the final portion of the "Ruby" story. When I finished she said, "You, my dear, could make a living with these kinds of stories. Do them in audio cassettes and you would give the romance novels a run for their money!" I laughed and said, "So I can count on you to buy all the titles I write?" She said, "And I will even recommend them to friends."
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We shared a laugh, then I said, "I have to get going. I just wanted to ease your suffering by finishing the story for you. So, tonight at seven, right?" She said, "On the dot." We said goodbye, and hung up. Flash ahead to seven that night. I was purposely late by three minutes (I sat in my car a read for about ten minutes) and as I entered. Malea said, "I said on the dot. You’re late." She didn’t say it in a bitchy mood, but I fucked with her anyway by saying, "Oh, well, actually I just came in to say that I have to go. As I parked my car and got out, I got a call from someone I’d rather be spending my time with than you." THEN I SHUT UP! Malea got a look of shock and quickly got red faced. Her roommate just sat there with the look of "I have no fucking idea how to react right now." Then, after a SOLID five seconds of silence, I laughed and said to Malea, "I bet THAT kept your attention." Malea looked at her roommate, then at me, and laughed as she said, "You fucker! I almost threw my glass of water at you!" Darla, the roommate, just looked at Malea and asked, "So he was kidding, right?" (It was at this time that I assumed Darla’s Darla’s major was was NOT Quantum Physics in college) Then I sat down and said, "So, now that I’ve made such an incredible first impression on your room mate..." They both laughed, then Darla asked, "So, did you really write those stories?" I said that I had indeed written them and then she wanted me to do her handwriting. As I had her write out some sentences for me, I asked Melea, "On the phone, when I asked if Darla was a redhead, you tripped tripped out, as if I had gotten it right. right. But she’s not a redhead, so what tripped you out?" She and Darla laughed, and Malea replied, "Well, "Well, I had been talking to her about how I was thinking of darkening my hair. Nothing raven black or anything, just a chestnut brown. Well, Darla says to me, ‘Is my hair too dark to go red?’ So, when you called that same day, asking if she were a redhead, it was really bizarre."
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By this time, Darla had finished writing, and I looked over it. Our server came by at this time, and we ordered. I decided to play on Melea’s competitiveness, and also introduced something I would use to close her later. I said to Darla, "Wow, you have some attractive qualities in your writing." Darla asked, "Really? Like what?" I said, "Well, for one thing, you have a diplomacy about you. You try to phrase things in the best possible light, so as not to hurt the person’s feelings. And you are emotionally responsive, you are able to relate to people’s stories on an emotional level." She looked at Malea and said in an excited voice, "Oh, wow, he’s doing good so far!" Malea said back to Darla, "I told you." with a proud look on her face. So I kicked it into high gear, by sa ying, "Oh.... wow! THAT’S pretty cool!." They BOTH leaned in, nearly at the same time! It was funny! I said, "Darla, give me your hand a second, I want to verify this." She gave me her hand, I rubbed her fingers a few moments, then held her hand in one of mine, while I rubbed my index finger from my other hand into the base of her palm, as I said, "Can you...FEEL A WARMTH RIGHT HERE." She thought a moment and then said, "Yeah, actually I can!" I continued to rub in a small circle on her palm, and locked eyes with her as I said, in a slooower, caaalmer, voice, "You...have the ability...to manifest.... great energy..... Not the kind.... that everyone has...but the special kind.... that only a few have.... For example... as I run my hand up your arm.... I bet you can...FEEL THE WARMTH FOLLOW...right?" She stayed locked on my eyes as she replied, "Yeah, I really really can! This is so amazing!" Then I continued with, "And....as my hand.... goes over.... here (over her shoulder ) ...I bet...there’s tension...but it’s not really tension...it’s your excess energies...waiting ...longing...anticipating ...longing...anticipating being released...And because... THIS IS HAPPENING TO YOU...you have the ability...to move it...anywhere (moved hand over her chest) you want...(moved hand back up toward her head) But there are… ways... to release those...energies...ways that you...will...not...believe. you...will...not...believe. I’m not saying ...YOU SHOULD THINK OF SEX.... as one release, that’s...up to you. What
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I AM saying...is you might...want to explore...the endless...possibilities...of your newly...discovered...gift." Then I shut up, but did not let go of her hand. (During all of this, I noticed Malea go from curious, to fascinated, to fidgety) Malea broke the silence with, "Okay, do me!" (YEAH BABY, YEAH!) I said to her, "You didn’t have the traits in your handwriting, like like Darla did, so I don’t think you have it." OOOH DID SHE GET DEFENSIVE! She replied, "Well, you could be wrong. That’s possible, right?" I looked her right in the eye and said, "Yeah, I could be wrong about you." (Notice the double meaning?). Darla said, "So tell me how I can release these energies when I want to." I replied, "It’s a long process to teach, about fifteen to twenty minutes, and I would have to do it in a quiet environment, away from noise and distractions." (Hmm, I wonder if she’ll suggest their apartment?) Darla said, "If we go back to our apartment after this, will that be quiet enough? The neighbors aren’t loud at all." (BINGO!) I said with a shrug, "Yeah, whatever. That’s a good place." Malea tried to get all "cutesy" by sticking out her hand and saying in a little girlie voice, "Do my energy now?" I said to her, "Only if you promise not to be too upset if Darla’s is stronger than yours." She looked at Darla and joked, "Her B.O. is definitely stronger!" They laughed and I shook my head. I took Melea’s hand, rubbed her fingers, rubbed the center of her palm, then rubbed her wrist, back to rubbing her fingers, as if I were searching for something. After a good 25-30 seconds, I said, "Hmm, there’s something there, but I’m having a hard time isolating the source." Then I let go of her hand and said, "Remind me to do you back at your apartment, I want to search for something." (NOTE: I said it in a serious, non-suggestive tone, because when it reminded her of sex, she would accept it as her own thought, thought, and not something I alluded to.)
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Okay, so far I’m successfully using her competitiveness against her, and I’m playing with her need to have the answer to a puzzle NOW! But, there’s more to do before I close her. Malea replied to what I said with, "Okay. Like Darla said, we can go after we eat." Then Darla asked me, "How did you get involved with reading people’s writing?" I smiled and said, "A talent talent I picked up doing time in prison, for tearing off that tag on the back of a mattress marked DO NOT REMOVE." We all shared a laugh, then I said, "The truth is, I learned it meet women. And it works!" We laughed again, then I said, "I love learning about people, and finding out what makes them do what they do. Handwriting analysis is just one way I’m able to do that." Darla said, "That’s so neat!" Malea added, "Can you teach us how to do it too?" I said, "Suuuure. Just pay me a thousand dollars a week, for three weeks, and I’ll teach you!" Darla laughed and said, "A thousand dollars a week? I barely make a thousand dollars a month!" Malea joked, "Will you take a check?" It was during this last little exchange that our food arrived, so I went into some simple fluff talk, and asking probing questions. (How they met, are they native Californians, would they suck me off for dessert, you know, the usual!) There’s actually nothing worth mentioning here, other than I was simply finding out their trance words so I could use them later, after we ate. Yadda- Yadda-Yadda, we finish eating. (Well, for now!) I turn to Malea and asked, "You strike me as being very intelligent, so riddle me an answer for this question, Batman. What is the difference between what you think you want, what you go out and get, and what will truly, deeply, fulfill you?" (Keep in mind, that this question has no quick answer. In fact, I phrase it this way because it’s actually too confusing to really answer as it’s asked, so she will trance out! This is a variation on a question Ross uses.) Darla
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had me ask it again.... then again, and Malea just tranced out (pupils wide, defocused, spacey look on her face). As they both thought about the question, I said, "What we think we want, is usually based on what our desires are in the moment, what are needs are right in this block of time. time. You...WANT You...WANT THIS (s.p.) because in this moment moment you can’t think of anything else that you want more. And the more you...FOCUS ON WANTING THIS...the more you...con COCK INSIDE YOU, images of what having this will be like. Now, what you go out and get, are the things that you are afraid will be gone if you wait. Nobody likes to...THINK ABOUT THIS (s.p.) going to someone other than you. THIS (s.p.) is what you deserve deep down inside of you. So that’s why you... TAKE ACTION...NOW so you don’t have to lose, you don’t have to miss out." Malea interrupted me here and said, "What are we talking about again? I was listening to you, and then I started picturing picturing things that have nothing to do with our conversation. So I think my attention just flew off like a bird. Sorry." (Hmm, she saw pictures, eh? And she mentioned a bird? Flew? Let’s see how I can use that.) I said, "Well, all I was saying, is that the truly intelligent people, will...FIND A REASON...to...MAKE...THIS...YOURS...NOW…Because... REASON...to...MAKE.. .THIS...YOURS...NOW…Because...if...y if...you…let…th ou…let…this is opportunity slip through your fingers, it will fly off like a bird away from you. Then I lightly slapped BOTH of them on the back of the hand that was on the table (Slap, Slap, hold hand there). I think Darla’s mental hard drive crashed, because she said, "I don’t get it." (Aww, poor dear. Here, let me "give it" to you!) I didn’t feel like going through all that again, so I just said, "Simply put, there are some things you s hould ignore (motioned right and left) and then there are things that, deep down (s.p. and hold there) YOU MUST HAVE TH IS." Darla, nodded and said, "Oh, okay." Malea then asked me, "So, do you want to finish doing our energy readings?" (Is (Is it just me, or did the way she phrased that sound like a line from "Star Trek" or something?) I said, "Sure, let’s go!" We pay for dinner (I paid for my own only) and then go to their apartment. Once at their apartment, I wanted to amplify the competitiveness of Malea, so I said to her in a slight excited tone, "Hey, let me work with Darla first, okay?" She got the expected look of disappointment (subtle, but it was noticeable) and said, "Oh, okay, sure."
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I sat Darla down on the floor, in front of me (her back was to me) and I began to massage her shoulders as I put her into a hypnotic trance. Now, as I was doing that, I was also paying close attention to what Malea was doing, because I wanted to do some stuff on her while her mind was "flying off like a bird" someplace. (The areas of her mind where I want to reach are MUCH easier to influence when she’s distracted with something else as I give the commands) Malea was reading a magazine, but pretty much flipping through the pages without really reading anything. BUT, there were points when she DID stop on a page, brought it closer to read, and apparently was reading the article. It was in THOSE moments when I angled my voice to reach Malea, and give her commands (I’ll put them in bold so you know when I was doing it) So, here I am putting Darla into a h ypnotic trance (Or hoping to, what with her being as dense as cardboard) and every so often raising my voice as I turn a little towards Malea and give some commands. So here it was: As you...feel the pressure of my fingers.... massaging your shoulders....you almost feel...like going to sleep...and if...that’s what you want to do...then do that right now ......If you instead want to....listen to me closely....then do that right...now....otherwise ...just...relax...and...let...your mind....wander....down........(pause...for...5 seconds) ... Now, as you...relax completely...I want you to...feel that floating sensation ...and let it...guide you...carry you...on an amazing adventure...and adventure of sight...and sound...and of mind.... your mine... take this adventure...feel your desires growing stronger... to indulge in this adventure...your adventure...And as you.... drift...I want you to...notice your energy....not the energy used for work...not the energy used for play...but...THAT energy...the one you hold in reserve...the one you know...is yours alone....all yours...no one’s...but yours...and as you... get competitive...with your inner watchdog...make sure...to never doubt that..... you must win...this is yours...let it out...defeat your inner watchdog... tame her... make her...do your bidding....and reap...the...rewards....(pause for 5 seconds) Now that you have...tamed her...start to...feel an incredible warmth...your warmth ....the warmth ...and inner energy...that is yours...alone...and...find new... ways...to...use this energy....Now, with me....right here with you....we are going to drift back...slowly...and as we do...you’ll notice...your inner... energy gets...stronger....and stronger....and you...find more ways...to express that energy...all for your own reasons....(I inhaled, which made Darla inhale. The as I exhaled I said...) Come back...slowly...to the surface.... remembering everything.... refusing nothing....right.....NOW!" Darla’s head had dropped down to her chest during this whole thing, and now she was slowly bringing her head back up. She turned and looked at me, and she was actually crying! I asked her, "What’s the tears for?"
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Darla gave me a hug and said, "Thank you for that." Brothers, I must confess I was not expecting such a strong reaction from her as this! Malea looked up from her magazine and asked, "What happened? Why is she crying?" I shrugged. Darla said to Malea, "You have to come try this... I just can’t describe it." Malea looked at me and joked, "Just don’t make me cry." It turned out that Darla had not allowed another guy to reach her emotionally for almost a year now. So what I did opened a floodgate of held in emotions. I'm happy to say that later on that night, I did some work with her and made sure she wasn't going to be my next stalker. I decided to advance the situation a bit, so I asked Malea, "Which bedroom’s yours?" She pointed to it. I said, "Since we need to find where your dormant energy is, I need you to be in a low lit, comfortable place. Come, let’s lay on your bed." (Notice that I did not ASK her if we could go lay on her bed. I took her hand and acted as if it was fully expected that she comply...YOU MUST COMPLY...WE ARE THE BORG...YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED! Sorry, I couldn’t resist, what with the whole "Star Trek" thing earlier) She did hesitate at first, but she did comply. I told Darla, "Go ahead and watch TV or something, but I’m closing the door, because we need it to be quiet." (Come on guys, how fraggin’ obvious is THAT?) I had Malea lay flat on her back, and told her, "Pretend you’re the letter T." She laid down and joked in a cheerleader voice, "Give me a T." (No, I’m going to give you a C...as in COCK!) By the way, so the following makes more sense to you, she was wearing cotton sweat pants, and a sleeveless shirt (she likes her arms I’m guessing) Then I had her close her eyes. Since I knew by simple habit, I MUST have already done a solar plexus anchor on her (I did, during the "Athletic Sports" pattern when we first met) I said, "Now, let’s focus on whatever energy you feel right...here." And I fired off the anchor. She sat up slightly and said, "Oh, my god, that’s it!"
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I asked, "Are you sure?" She said, "Yes, yes I’m sure, I can feel it! The energy is there!" I said, "Okay." Then I put my hand on her solar plexus and said, "Focus on letting that energy follow my hand." She said, "No problem." I said, "Now, since it’s in your solar plexus, we need to move it around so it fills your whole body." She said, "Sure, sounds good," I said, "Just let whatever’s there...out." And I fired off the wrist anchor. I began actually RUBBING her stomach as I said, "Let the warmth slide all around here." (She has a nice set of abs by the way. A few more months and she’ll have a sweet looking sixer) Then I put my hand UNDER her shirt and began rubbing the sides of her stomach as I said, "Let’s work that energy all through out this area." She said, "Careful now." I asked, "Why, are you ticklish?" (It’s great to act as if you’re NOT taking their comment as sexual) She let out a small laugh and said, "Depends what you’re tickling." I asked, "Do you want to stop?" She opened her eyes and said, "I want to stop playing games, yeah." I said, "Yeah, playing games is best left on the schoolyard." She sat up on her arms and asked very seriously, "Did you really bring me in here to do what you said, or do you have som e ulterior motive?" I smiled and said, "Oh, ulterior motive, big time." She said, "I thought so." I said, "Yeah, I was wondering if you could put in a good word for me to Darla."
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(BLAM!! Right between her eyes, BOTH barrels!) She looked at me with her jaw dropped, and I joked, "No, no, not another word. This is a Kodak moment." She grabbed my shirt playfully and said, "I just can’t figure you out, mister." I said seriously, "If you could, you and I both know I wouldn’t be sitting here right now." She said nothing at first, just looked into my eyes (scanning) but after a few minutes she asked me, "Do you have a problem with me kissing you right now?" I said, "No." So she kissed me! (God, I felt so cheap!) We kissed for a good handful of minutes, and did some heavy petting, but nothing was coming off just yet. I decided to do something potentially stupid, but which could get her off the fence right NOW! I said, "You know what, Malea? I really should be going. I mean, what we’re doing is really very nice and all. You are an amazing woman! But I just don’t know if I should be letting it continue." She looked at me with the most strange look and asked, "Are you married?" I said, "No." She asked, "Well, unless you’re gay, why would you pass up a chance like this?" (Wha-Wha-Whaaaaat?) I said to her, "I’m not gay. I just don’t make a habit of sleeping with a woman simply because...THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT." She said, "Please don’t tell me you’re a virgin." I laughed and said, "No, it’s just...well, I’m not looking to get involved with anyone right now." She touched my face and said, "its just sex. That’s all." (I love it when the roles get reversed!) I said, "Yeah, okay." And I started to lift up her shirt, but she stopped me and said, "Wait, hold on, I’ll be right back."
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Then she left and went into the living room. My first thought was, "Cool, two threesomes in a week!" But it turned out she had just given Darla some money to go rent a movie to bring back. Which, to quote Malea, "Should take her about an hour." Then as Cartman would say, "I pulled down her pants and played slip and slide! "Them’s the details, and now I’m outta here! Bishop
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Bishop Bangs a Brainy Babe This sarge began last Thursday, and had it's CUMclusion Wednesday afternoon. I had gone to one of my favorite eating joints for lunch, and noticed this hot little brunette sitting across from my table. She was reading a book, which meant the odds were good that she was literate. I checked her out peripherally, but didn't get a solid energy reading right away. What I did get, was an intuition. So I said to her, "Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt your reading, but I want to ask you a question." She gave me a slight smile and said, "Sure, go ahead." I asked, her, "Do you find men to be attracted to your intelligence, or are they more intimidated by it? I have the feeling it's the latter." She asked, "Why do you say that?" I replied, "Call it an intuition, but I get the sense that you're a very intelligent woman. Intelligent to the point of making men feel inferior to the intelligence level they assume you expect. But I bet you don't expect that from them at all, you just want them to listen to your thoughts...and opinions...and simply contribute what they can. For you it's not about intelligence levels, as much as it is about interest levels. You obviously have the looks, and the brains, but you want a guy who can see the woman that lay within. The woman that hears all too often how attractive she is, and not often enough how insightful she is. The woman that already knows how smart she is, and wants to hear how creative she is...and how meaningful her ideas and opinions are." (And I said all of this as casual as if I were asking her what time it was) She smiled and said, "Nice intuition. Very on the money." I stood up and introduced myself, and found out her name was Gallanna (pronounced Juh-LAWN-uh) I complimented her name, which she said was Gaelic in origin. Then I sat on the other side of HER table (It would have been a bad move to remain standing as I continued, as the act of standing over them tends to make them feel as if you're trying to dominate them) I asked her, "But what I want to know is, do you have a good sense of humor?" She smiled and said, "I like to think I do, sure. I think one needs to lighten up about the seriousness of their life, and just do things that make no sense but make you laugh sometimes." I smiled back and asked, "So tell me then, what's your favorite flavor bowling ball?"
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She laughed and said, "My favorite what? Oh, geez, let me think about that." Then after a few moments she said, "I suppose my favorite flavored bowling ball would be strawberry. But not just strawberry, I like the kind that has a jelly center with little bits of strawberry mixed in. How was that?" I replied, "Delicious. Now I want a strawberry flavored bowling ball with a jelly center." We shared a laugh and she asked me, "So do you do this sort of thing with women often?" I smiled and replied, "Naw, I usually wait weeks before asking the bowling ball question to a woman, it's just so personal. But I like you, you have friend potential, so I asked early." She laughed and said, "Friend potential, huh? What does that mean?" I replied, "It means that while you have obvious beauty, and apparent intelligence, I hardly know you, so you're just friend potential for now." She laughed and said, "Oh, and you were doing so good up to that point." I said, "If all you're about is men falling to their knees and only respecting the physical side of you, then perhaps I was wrong about you, and I'll go back to my table. However, if you're the type of woman who would like to share her hopes...and her dreams....her inspirations...and aspirations, and if you're not with someone who's with you in a way that you truly want them to be, maybe we owe it to each other to talk further." She was silent for a good few seconds. Then s he said, "That was the most amazing thing I've ever heard from a guy, but you're just not my type." I smiled and said, "That was the nicest thing you could have said to me, thank you. By saying I'm not your type, you're saying that I don't fit into that mold of what's typical for you, and I am flattered to hear that. (I emphasized the word MOLD, by the way) It's so refreshing to meet a woman who can see beyond a guys looks , just as you want guys to see you have something beyond your own looks. You just proved a theory of mine, I can't wait to share this with my friends." Then I got up, smiled, and said, "It was a pleasure to meet you. Take care." I then went back to my own table, and began jotting some notes down on s ome flash cards. About 5 minutes pass, all the while I noticed through the corner of m y eye that she looked away from her book a few times at me. ("Why isn't he trying to supplicate to me? This is all wrong!")
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Then she got up from her table, so I looked at her and smiled and say, "Have a good day." Instead of walking away though, she walked up to me and asked, "I'm curious to ask you something." I motioned for her to take a seat, which she did (A good sign that she will not be leaving right away) She said, "Your approach is different, and pretty smooth I'll add. But I'm wondering how you knew what to say to me, because that approach wouldn't work on every woman, right?" I had to admit I was impressed. So I told her so! I said, "I'm impressed. I had a feeling you were very intelligent, but I'm pleased to see that you're also very perceptive." She said thanks, and I continued with, "I approached you the way I did, because it's how I genuinely saw you, my intuition was genuine, not made up. I don't believe in saying something to a woman just to get them to like me. I know who I am, and what my abilities are. I have something to offer women that most guys don't." She asked, "And what is that?" I leaned in close and said, "Sorry, no free samples. But I like you, so I'd be willing to meet you later for coffee." She said, "I can't, I have plans tonight." I patted her arm and said, "Then I guess the adventure ends here." She offered, "Do we have to meet face to face for this, or can we do this over the phone?" I made a face like "Hmm, I'm not sure about this." But then I said, "Okay, you win, give me your number." She gave me her number and I asked if she had an e-mail address, which she did, so I had her give me that as well. Then I said to her, "Before you go, I want to learn something about you." She smiled and said, "You can try." I asked her, "Do you have a vivid imagination, or are you just visually creative?" She laughed and said, "That sounds like the same thing."
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I said, "No, not at all. You see, having a vivid imagination means you can...SEE CLEARLY WHAT I DESCRIBE...For example, if I were to tell you about a vacation I took to Jamaica, and I began to describe the beautiful...birthday cake sky...so blue...and incredible...you can't help but...IMAGINE THAT. Or if I mentioned stepping into the cool...clear...tropical waters...you can't help but...FEEL THAT. And if I went on to describe the sounds of the waters...gently crashing...against the shoreline...and in the distance...you could hear birds...you can't help but...HEAR THAT. And if while talking about that vacation I mentioned a small juice hut that served fruit drinks that had a tangy sweet flavor...you can't help but...TASTE THAT. If it were possible for you to...EXPERIENCE ALL OF THAT...you'd likely be someone with a vivid imagination. However, someone who's visually creative...will create added images....feelings...sounds...and flavors...that go beyond what I describe. So if for example...I were to talk about...how much I love feeling...the warm summer wind at night...you, as a visually creative person...might start to...FEEL THE WARMTH...of that summer night wind...but you will also add in...all on your own...being able to...SEE A STARRY NIGHT SKY. So, looking at it just like that, which would you say best describes you?" She didn't make a sound for a good 5 seconds, and had the look of someone in a trance. (How the hell did THAT happen????) LOL Finally she said with a laugh, "Which ever one means I just saw and felt every single description you talked about." I smiled and said, "Well, did you add in anything that I didn't describe?" She thought about it a moment (looking up and alternating between straight up and to the left) and replied, "Yeah, yeah I did. I saw islands out in the distance of the shoreline, and palm trees, and just filling in the blanks." (Perrrrrrfect!) I replied, "Fascinating. We will definitely have to talk further. And I want analyze your handwriting the next time we meet." (Presupposing a next meeting) She smiled and said, "Okay, yeah, that would be fun." Then I decided it was time to install my voice inside her mind, so I asked her, "Do you make the majority of your decisions based on outside feedback, or are you more influenced by your own intuition process?" She replied, "Well, I kind of do both really. I'll sometimes make decisions on my own, but I like to research the situation most times before deciding."
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I said, "So at what point do you realize that you've made a good decision? Is it just a feeling you have, or is it direct evidence that the d ecision was wise?" She said, "It depends on the decision and what can affect the outcome." I said, "I like that answer. And did you ever, while pondering a decision, start to... HEAR THIS VOICE inside...YOUR MINE (your mind) This voice of... permission ...this voice of certainty...certainty that THIS (self point) IS RIGHT FOR YOU. This voice that lets you know when to toss something out of your life (motion left) when to hold off on deciding for now (motion to right) and when you have an almost literal frame (make frame shape around my face) of certainty around the best opportunity for you right now. Most people fail to...LISTEN TO THIS VOICE...because they think it's their indecision talking. But the difference between indecision, and...THIS VOICE...is that indecision sounds whiny to you...almost an irritated whine...while THIS VOICE OF CERTAINTY...has strength...and power for you. Power over you...through you...and inside of you. Can you FEEL THAT (wrist anchor) to be accurate for you, or just something you agree with?" She said, "I never thought about it much, but I would say that sounds true." Then I fluffed talked with her about where she went to college, what her major was, where she's from, yadda-yadda-yadda. And during this time is when m y food arrived, so she excused herself to let me eat. I told her I would be e-mailing her something I wrote and that I wanted her opinion on it. She seemed to like that, and then said goodbye and left. That night I e-mailed her my "Warm Fuzzy" and "Rain of Desire." (Both are in my book) I sent her my "Warm Fuzzy" and "Rain of Desire" and here was her reply to each: ----- Original Message -----
From: XXXXXXXXXXX To: BISHOP Sent: Friday, August 04, 2000 8:53 AM Subject: Re: A Warm Fuzzy for Gallanna That was almost on a spiritual level, thank you very much for sharing it with me. I actually read it three times so as to be sure I captured every single image. You have a talent! I hope to hear from you soon, Gallanna
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From: XXXXXXXXXXX To: BISHOP Sent: Friday, August 04, 2000 9:11 AM Subject: Re: Rain of Desire Oh my! You should enter this one in a poetry contest, it is beautiful! You are revealing yourself to be quite a talent Mr. Man. : ) Gallanna
So obviously she was diggin' the written stuff! I had originally had plans to meet a different babe in San Diego that Friday, but she flaked on me through a phone call the night before (See, even your ol' buddy Bish still gets flaked on from time to time) so I called Gallanna and invited her to coffee that afternoon. She accepted, and we made plans to meet at a coffee place in the Bishyland Mall. (I had forgotten my recorder, so the meeting is written from notes I took in the car afterwards) Our initial conversation was about the fires that had been going on in the mountains not far from where we were, then we talked about what plans we had for the weekend, and then I made a comment about how when I saw her the other day I noticed she had a nice independent energy about her, and how I now wanted to analyze her handwriting to find out where that comes from with her. Her handwriting didn't reveal anything surprising, just the obvious "healthy self esteem, socially selective, likes a challenge, blah, blah, blah. I went ahead and said, "Ooh, you like secrets." And launched into my "Secrets" pattern. Her breathing got more rapid, and she was starting to eye scan me (Good signs, both of them!) I then stopped and did something Ross teaches, which is to lean back, tilt your head slightly and ask, "Are you having a good time?" She replied with an enthusiastic, "Yeah! This is really great!" I had been noticing off and on that she periodically shifted her left shoulder, which is typically the combined result of nervousness and having unresolved stress in the bod y. So I put my hand on the shoulder and said, "You have stress here." She said how that was so interesting, because a friend had told her she looked stressed all the time and should get a massage."
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I asked her when she last got a massage, and s he said she's never had a professional one, but that she and her girlfriends rub each other's shoulders and neck all the time. (Hmm, can I join in?) I smiled and said, "How would you like to have the same feeling of relaxation and enjoyment that you get from a massage, combined with bod y sensations that will only get as light...or as intense...as you want them to get? And how would you like to be able to have the ability to turn that on at will?" She said she'd like that very much. So, naturally, I did my "Warmth Builder" on her. When I was done, she had a definite doggie-dinner-bowl look, as she scanned my eyes. I asked her, "What are deciding to do right now?" She took in a deep breath, then kissed me! It was a nice little kiss. Then she apologized, saying she didn't know why she did that. I said, "I'm not offended so far." She seemed to get a little uncomfortable and said she thought this was now awkward and thought she should go. I replied with something like, "Yeah, that's probably a good idea. I wouldn't want you to assume that just because I let you kiss me, that I was comfortable with anything more. I think I need to be alone to let this sink in, and to figure out if this changes anything." THAT got her attention! She said something like, "What? Shouldn't that be the other way around? Shouldn't I be the one deciding where we go from here?" I said, "Well...no, because you were the one who kissed ME. I'm flattered and everything, but I found it a bit assumptive of you to think that just because I'm a guy that you could kiss me. I would have preferred if you had asked me first, to show some level of respect for me." She looked at me with TOTAL shock, "You are really full of yourself." I laughed and said, "Look, if you're expecting me to be one of those guys who lets you walk all over them, then you're not the person I found interesting yesterday. I thought I saw someone I wanted to get to know better, but I guess I was giving you too much credit. Have a nice day."
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Then I stood up and walked away. Since walking away from Gallanna Friday, I had not talked to her nor e-mailed her the entire weekend, and she was just as silent. Then on Monda y, she left this message on my machine: Hi Michael, this is Gallanna. (heavy breath) I...um...I'm not sure what exactly happened Friday...but...I'm sorry if I offended you in any way. I know you didn't lead me on or anything, it's just...I don't know...It's just.(heavy breath) Remember we were talking about how we sometimes hear that voice telling us what we should do? It may or may not make any sense to you...but...a voice told me I should kiss you...so I...uh...did (nervous laugh). I really don't want us communicating through our answering machines, so I'll call you back tonight at six. Please be home so we can resolve this. Bye." So at 6, I answered when she called. Basically the call consisted of her apologizing, and me telling her I may have over reacted about the whole thing and how I would be interested in speaking with her further. I laid the ground rule that if anything else was to happen between us, it would have to be a mutually agreed upon situation. I told her that even before I would sex with a woman I have three rules, and I never waver from them. Naturally she inquired about them, so I went into Master of A.S.S. Riker's "3 Rules Before Sex" (It's detailed word for word in my book, "Bishop's Journal" toward the end of the story "Bishop's Bookstore Babe" but FULL credit goes to Riker on it, HE created this impressive gem, not I) When I finished, she was silent for a few moments, then said, "You really stick to those rules?" I said, "Absolutely! I have yet to find a reason not to, so I don't." Then I told her I had to get going, but said I'd call her this week. She asked me, "Would you like to see a movie together sometime?" Being an avid movie goer, I said, "Sure." Then we talked about a few choices, and found one I had not seen yet. (Sorry, I'm not going to promote any flicks on this list!) She said she might be available Wednesday, and I said that I'd "check my schedule" to see if I had some time that day. I told her I'd e-mail her later that day and let her know what Wednesday looked like for me. We said good bye and hung up.
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That night I e-mailed her and let her know that Wednesday afternoon was clear. Tuesday she e-mailed me some cute jokes, so I sent her some dirty ones. (Gee, is that sending her mixed signals???) Tuesday night she called me and we made plans to meet for lunch the next day and then take in a boobie...I mean take in a MOVIE! That night I e-mailed her "The Ruby Butterfly." Wednesday afternoon arrived, and I'll be damned if she wasn't late! I decided to use this to my advantage, and made her pay for lunch. As we ate, she thanked me for sending her "Ruby Butterfly" and we got to talking about things that inspire us. It turned out she was inspired by nature shows! Which is a funny thing, since I was watching the most interesting nature show the other day! (What a small world, huh?) I said, "I saw something interesting on a nature show the other day. It was talking about the praying mantis. On the show, an entomologist (that's a bug expert) was talking about the female mantis' aggressive behavior after sex with the male. She said that while it may seem rather barbaric of the female mantis to consume the male mantis once they've finished copulating, the truth is her aggression is the most basic form of affection. It's the most basic form, because the female is literally making the male a part of her, through ingestion. THIS MALE (self point) now becomes a part of THAT FEMALE (gesture to her) So basically she now goes through life with the essence of this male inside of her. It's like the ideal connection. Have you ever had an incredible connection with someone before?" Then I of course went into the "Incredible Connection" pattern. She was starting to tilt her head as I was speaking, which is a GOOD sign! Then I lead the conversation toward different levels of the mind, and went into the "4 levels of the Mind" gem that Ross came up with. Then I fluffed talked with her for the rest of lunch. We decided to just take one car to the movies, so I was riding with her. As we walked to her car, I purposely held her hand as I said, "I'm enjoy this so far, how about you?" She said, "I'm having a very nice time. Though, to be honest, I'm unsure how to act around you." I leaned, kissed her, then said with a smile, "There, now we're on equal ground with each other."
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She smiled and asked, "Should I read into that kiss?" As we got into the car, I said in a serious tone, "Understand that my life is very busy, and because I'm unavailable so much, a relationship might suffer. The worst thing I could imagine is to hurt someone I care about by not being there for them when they needed me. So I can't give you any kind of commitment. I make no promises to provide anything, not do I make any promises to hold anything back for the duration of this. So I didn't want to mislead you, because you deserve b etter than that." She smiled and said softly, "Okay. Thank you for that." And off to the movies we went. Fluff talked while waiting for the movie to start, and I had us play a game of "Where do you think that couple met, and what lead them to be here today?" Gallanna really liked playing that game (Most fun chicks do) During the movie I would periodically rub her hand gently. And soon she just held my hand, and then just looped her arm around mine and held my hand. (Gee, I wonder if she likes me? I hope, I hope, I hope! ) When the movie was over, we gave our critique of it to each other as we left. From the time we got up to leave, to the time we got to her car, our hands remained locked together. (Naturally we let go so we could each get into our respective sides of the car) Once in the car, she didn't start the car right away, she just looked at me. I smiled and DID NOT SAY A WORD! (This was a KEY moment, my silence was vital because she is in the process of making a decision about something! And I'm quite positive she was hearing a "voice" ) She then said, "You have no idea what you're doing to me right now." (ME? I was just sitting there being my Bishy self! Wink*Wink*) We made out in the car for a few minutes, then came up for air. She asked me, jokingly, "Was that disrespectful?" I replied, "Yes, and I'm giving you the rest of the night to make it up to me." We shared a laugh, and then another kiss. She said, "My head is spinning. This is...different for me. It's a good different, believe me."
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I decided now was a great time to fire off some anchors so she didn't doubt herself out of this. I asked her, "Is this what you want to do? How do you feel right...in...here?" (fired off solar plexus anchor) "What do you feel...here?" (fired off "charm zone" anchor) She scanned my eyes, bit her lip, and said, "Let's take a drive, I need to think." So we drove around a little bit, as she told me all the things that were confusing her and also making her hot to "explore this further" (Her exact words!) Then at a stop sign, she looked at me and asked me, "Is this just a one-night thing? I don't want that." I said, "Then maybe you should take me back to my car, because I would rather not to know your intimate touch, than to have you look back on it with regret." There was silence for a nice loooooong time, at least 10 minutes. As we reached my car, she asked if we could talk later. I said that would be nice, got out, wished her a great night, and went to my car. Now, at this point I'm thinking that was it with her for that day. I WAS WRONG! I get back to my place, and as I'm parking my car, GALLANNA PULLS UP NEXT TO ME! We get out of our cars, she walks up to me and says, "If you want me, I'm yours for tonight." (Hmm, what pattern should I run on her now??? ?) We go up to my place, and probe the deeper level structures of bipedal vertebrates. Welp, that wraps up another exciting sarge from The Bishnighter!
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Bishop Converts a Lesbian Before I share the details with you, I want to first make it perfectly clear that getting a lesbian into bed was NOT my goal. Yes, I sarged her, but sarging is more than just getting women into bed, it's primarily about getting to know the person you're sarging. My goal was to genuinely use these skills to get to know her and to possibly make a new friend. I mention this to you all, because some of you are still under the impression that Speed Seduction is a "game" we play, or something to "win" at, and you might assume that just because I slept with a lesbian that this means you can go out there and convert some hot lesbians you know. I used Speed Seduction to get past her barriers and discover who she is, as a person, not to "see if I can convert one." Yeah, I think it's cool that I converted a lesbian into a bi-sexual, but it's not something I plan on going out there and making a habit of doing. So as you read this latest story, take a moment to put aside her having been a lesbian, and notice how this is a perfect example of Speed Seduction almost working TOO well.
This all began about two weeks ago, during a nice sunny day in Bishyland, as I was at the market. I saw this very attractive brunette (26, long brown hair, 5' 5") over by the bananas, and suddenly realized I needed to get some bananas! I made my way over, and started to look for bananas that would be acceptable. I commented to the attractive brunette, "This is the only market I know of that is smart enough to actually put out some green bananas. " She replied, "Green bananas aren't ripe though." I said, "Actually, when they're just barely starting to show traces of yellow, that's when they're the best...Barney the purple dinosaur says so." This got a laugh, which was a nice sign, so I introduced myself. She said her name was Paula. I then said to her, "The way you carry yourself seems disciplined, do you play a sport or are you into a martial art?" She replied that she doesn't do either, but that she used to play women's basketball in college.
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I then said to her, "The way you speak sounds very educated, what did you study in college?" She said she studied nursing, and that was what her occupation was currently. I had a girlfriend who was a neo-natal nurse (takes care of babies), so we chatted about that for a couple of minutes. Then I said, "Speaking of babies, I'm looking to adopt a kitty. Aside from the weekend adoptions at PetSmart, do you have any idea who does it through the week?" She told me of a place that might (It had only dogs as it turns out) and she told me about her two cats. I said, "Intelligent, attractive AND a cat owner? MARRY ME!" We shared a laugh, and she said, "Ain't gonna happen." (Little did I realize WHY at the time) We talked about cats for a couple of minutes, and I decided to use this as a pattern, so I made one up! I said, "Yeah, cats are great. There's nothing greater than having this (self point) bundle of love and mischief to play with and to cuddle up with. And the feelings are conveyed without a word having to be spoken. You just...look into each others eyes...and something is conveyed (I began to "cat blink" which is basically a slower blink) that can 't be explained...it can't be categorized...it just...is. And it's an interesting relationship here (motion back and forth) because one minute there's fun and affection...and then it's decided, 'Okay, I've had my fun, I'll be going now. I'll be back when I want more fun and affection.' And for reasons that can not be explained, you accept that this is the way things are allowed to be. You give your time, your affection, everything, to this (self point) creature who will come and go as he sees fit. Can you feel that (tap wrist) to be a very accurate statement?" She said, "Very accurate, yes." We shared a laugh, then I said, "Listen, I need to finish my shopping, and I 'm sure you do too, but I enjoyed talking with you. It's too bad we didn't meet someplace where we were both sitting down, like at a Starbucks or something, because I would have really liked to have analyzed your handwriting. There's something different about you, which is refreshing, and I would have liked to have found out more." She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I'm just me." Then I asked, "If we were to talk later, what steps would you suggest we take to make that happen?"
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She said, "No offense, but I'm not interested." I smiled and said, "Oh, how embarrassing. You thought I was trying to pick you up? I'm flattered, really I am, but I'm not looking to go out with you. You strike me as being more than a pretty face, you seem to actually be intelligent and funny, which is a rare treat for me to meet. You seemed like you might actually have some friend potential, so I was just trying to see if that was true." She looked at me funny and said, "So the banana thing you did, what, you do that with everyone?" I laughed and said, "Oh, yeah, all the time. I wait over by the grapes, and as soon as I see someone stop by the bananas, I pounce! I was relieved when you came along, because I had been waiting for nearly three hours and my legs were starting to cramp." This got a laugh and she said, "You're a real smart ass, aren't you?" I smiled and said, "Only to my potential friends." She smiled and just looked at me for a few seconds, then said, "Well, as long as you understand that I'm not interested in you, romantically, it might be fun to talk later." I said, "Great. Shall we make plans now to meet for coffee later, or do you want me to call you?" She laughed and said, "That was very slick, gold star for you." I smiled and said, "Well, just because it was slick, doesn't mean it should go unanswered, right?" She said, "I'll tell you what. You give me your number and I'll call you." I said, "If a person is truly interested in getting together later, they make plans right then, or they exchange numbers. I promise not to play games with you, if you'll do me the respect of promising as well." She said, "That sounds like an order." I said, "No, I'm not into dominating people. I'm also not into playing games. If you want to talk later, I would really enjoy that. But if all you're going to do is prejudge my intentions and read into my words, then I thank you for your time and I'll be going now." She hung her head and laughed, then looked up and said, "Okay, what the hell. Do you have a pen?" I did indeed, so we exchanged numbers.
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Then I said, "If we get together tonight, remind me to share something with you that will absolutely amaze you, I know it amazed me when I first learned about it." She smiled and said, "No can do tonight, but maybe tomorrow." I said, "Whichever, it will still be as amazing tomorrow as it will be tonight." Then, before I left I asked her if she had an e-mail address. She said she did. I told her I had a couple of poems I'm entering in a contest and I would like her opinion on which one to submit. We exchanged e-mail addresses, then I continued my shopping. Later that day I e-mailed her "The Ruby Butterfly" and "The Lover's Dance." The next day, she replied with this:
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Subj: Nice poems Date: 9/13/00 4:37:19 PM Pacific Daylight Time From: XXXXXXXXXX To: Bishop They were both very nice, you have a great way with your words. I liked the ruby butterfly better, it just seemed more colorful and exciting. I am sorry to say that I can not find your number, I misplaced the card. Go ahead and give me a call, I might have some time tonight to talk. I have something I now what your opinion on. Paula
I called her that night, it turns out she likes to write short children's stories and she wanted my opinion on a sample that she proceeded to read to me. The story was actually kinda cute! We fluff talked about how our day had been so far, and then my throat was getting dry so I had her hold while I got some iced tea from the fridge. Gee, guess what pattern I ran on her when I got back on the phone???? Yep, my "Iced Tea" pattern. She replied that she enjoys iced tea as well, and that she agreed with me.
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I then said, "Speaking of iced tea, I'm free for a little bit tonight, let's han g out at Starbucks, they have a great Zen iced tea with Valencia syrup drink. Plus, I can do your handwriting." She said, "I have to admit, I am a little curious about that handwriting thing. You have a deal, mister. How does seven sound?" Seven was fine, so we made definite plans to meet. Then Paula asked me, "So what's this thing that will amaze me?" I said, "No, no, not over the phone. It's much better if I tell you about it in person." She asked, "Why is that?" I replied, "Once you learn about it, you'll understand why." She laughed and said, "Man of mystery, huh?" I laughed and said in my Austin Powers voice, "Yeah, baby, YEEEEAAAH!" She laughed and said, "I hated that movie." I said, "Oh, admit it, you had the hots for Fat Bastard." Then I did my Fat Bastard impression, "I'm bigger than you, and higher up on da food chain, GET IN MAH BELLAH!" She laughed and said, "Stop, or I'm canceling tonight." I laughed and told her I had to go and do some stuff, and that I'd see her at seven that night. We said goodbye then hung up. That night, at the Starbucks, I introduced her to the iced tea drink I had mentioned. She really liked it. I wanted to learn more about her, so I asked her who some of her inspirations were and are in her life. She said she didn't really have any, except for her mother. I said, "I ask because there was this TV program on the other night, about amazing women in History."
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Then I went into my "Amazing Women" pattern (It's in "Bishop's Journal", so don't ask for it on the list) By the way, this pattern puts your voice inside the babe's head, so this is where that happened for Paula. She said she thought the latest Joan of Arc movie was lame (Joan of Arc is in the pattern) but that she liked the one that came on TV a few months ago. I looked at Paula with a tilt to my head and asked her, "Would you consider yourself more of an adventurer, or an explorer?" Then I went into my "Adventurers vs Explorers" pattern. (Also in "Bishop's Journal") Paula said she was definitely an explorer, because explorers are experiencing things no one else has experienced yet, while adventurers, in her opinion are out for a rush, but are not really doing anything unique or untried. VERY interesting answer! Then I decided to do Paula's handwriting. Her writing revealed that she was socially selective, had some self denial going on, needed a physical challenge in her life, had a nice level of self esteem, was diplomatic, but would give you her unedited opinion if you asked for it. And of course I did my, "Oooh, and you like to secrets!" Then I went into my "Secrets" pattern. This really impressed her, and she started telling me about this wild time she and three friends went and got a tarot card reading. She said she fucked with the tarot reader and denied all the things the tarot reader was getting right about her. It was pretty funny. The Starbucks was getting a little crowded, due most likely to a film at the nearby movie theatre letting out. I suggested we take a seat outside, so we could talk without all the distractions and noise. We sat outside, and what do you know, there were stars in the night sky (Who knew????) I went into my "Star of Bishop" pattern. Paula seemed to be a little uncomfortable about halfway through this, so I asked her if she was alright. She said, "There's something I haven't told you about myself." I sensed this was not something I wanted to crack a joke about (I usually DO crack a joke when told this) so I lowered my voice to a more soothing tone, and said, "Whatever it is, I hope it doesn't prevent our friendship from growing." She smiled and asked me, "You really ARE just after a friendship, aren't you?"
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I said, "Of course. I like you, you seem like you'd make a great friend." Then she took in a deep breath, and as she looked at me, she said, "I'm glad to hear that, because well. I'm not into guys, if you know what I mean?" I said, really quite relaxed, "Oh, you're a lesbian?" She said, "Well, yeah." I said, "That's cool. So are you seeing anyone right now, or are all the good ones taken already?" She laughed and said, "You're talking about this whole thing like you already knew." I said, "No, I didn't have a clue actually. But, so what if you like women? That just adds to the things we have in common, right?" She said, "Yeah, I suppose." She told me about this hot little blonde she has been seeing off and on, and how she isn't really looking to settle down with a serious relationship at this time. Then I said, "Oh, I almost forgot, let me share with you something that will...mmm... amaze you." Paula said, "That's right, you promised to tell me about this. So what is it?" I said, "Well, it's not actually a 'tell' as much as it's a 'show and tell' but, not in a sexual sense of course." We shared a laugh and then I had her close her eyes and did the "Ideal Vacation" pattern on her, then used that to blend into the lollipop part of Ross' "Blow Job Pattern." When it was done, I simply said, "Isn't that an amazing example of how powerful the mind is?" She agreed, and told me about this neighbor of hers when she was little, who was born brain damaged but as an adult was an incredibly creative painter. We talked about the mind, and who we thought were creative and highly intelligent people in History. At one point we got on the subject about creative writers, and I said, "Have you ever heard the story of the caterpillar and the moth?" She hadn't, so I recited the "Caterpillar and the Moth" story.
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Paula said, "That's like your ruby butterfly poem." I said, "That's where I got the inspiration. I wrote a poem based on a story." She asked if "The Lover's Dance" was inspired the same way, to which I assured her that was 100% from my own creative mind. Then I asked her if she'd like to hear another one of my poems, to which she said she'd like that. So I recited "The Rain of Desire." When I finished, Paula's reaction was a breathy, "That was wow. You really created that?" I had indeed, and I told her so. She said, "You're pretty talented for a man." We shared a laugh, then I mentioned that I could go for a light bite to eat, and asked her if she wanted to join me. She said she really should get going, but that we would get together again some time. She asked for my number again, and assured me she would not lose it this time. I told her I'd send her some more poetry, to which she seemed excited about receiving. Then I had her give me a hug and we said goodnight. I went and grabbed something to eat, and she went home. That night I sent her "The Whisper of Anticipation" and since I had my voice installed inside her mind I also sent her "Warm Fuzzy." A few days went by, but she finally sent me this:
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Subj: The poems Date: 9/17/00 11:24:31 AM Pacific Daylight Time From: XXXXXXXXXX To: Bishop These were both quite imaginative and quite sexual, especially the warm fuzzy one. I have to tell you I was uncomfortable after reading them both, because I was afraid you
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were trying to issue a challenge. I know this may not be true but I got the feeling you were trying to see if you could get me aroused enough to consider you as a lover. The way you were when we sat and had those teas was not like someone who would try to do that, but now I am confused. If you can clear this up I would like that because I thought you were different than that. Paula
Here's what I replied with:
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Subj: Re: The poems Date: 9/18/00 2:18:05 PM Pacific Daylight Time From: Bishop To: XXXXXXXXX
Paula, While I am a very sensual and romantic person, I can assure you that I was not trying to "challenge" you. I wrote both of those poems quite a few months ago, and simply thought someone of your intelligence and romantic ability could find appreciation in them. I'm beginning to feel a little uncomfortable now, and wonder if we should maintain contact. I just don't know what kind of friendship we could have if you were suspicious of my motives. I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt though, and assume you were just spooked because you're not used to a guy wanting to know you as a person, instead of a flesh pillow. I'll let you make the final decision. Be well.
Later that night she called me. She apologized for overreacting, and explained to me how almost all her life she's only known men who were either manipulative and controlling, or just looking to get laid. She said she wanted to go to the movies and asked me if I wanted to join her. I figured it would be fun, so she picked me up and we went and saw the new Highlander movie (IT SUCKED, in my opinion)
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Afterward she wanted to go for a drive, she said she was feeling antsy, and just wanted to take a nice long drive and talk. We drove. We talked. I simply kept my mouth shut and let her talk. I learned so damn much about her life, and what she's had to go through both as a woman and as a lesbian, that it was quite an experience. We ended up driving almost 50 miles total!!!! As she dropped me off, she said, "Thanks for listening." Then gave me a small kiss on the lips. I went upstairs and jacked off! NO, just kidding! The next day she called me and we chatted for a little bit about our time together the night before, and about possibly doing some babe hunting sometime. Then Paula said she realized she was in need of a change in her life. She said that all the things in her job and personal life, wasn't fulfilling her anymore and she had to make some changes, she had to make some new decisions. I replied with something that ended up being a pattern, which I call the "Paper Airplanes" pattern. I said, "Making new decisions, is kinda like making paper airplanes." She laughed and said, "Oh is that what their like?" I laughed and said, "Hear me out. Like I said, making new decisions, is kinda like making paper airplanes Some are big, some are small, and a certain amount of thought has to go into completing them, so it works out in a way that fits your needs. And you have to ask yourself, how far do you want this to go? When it's over, where will it be? And no matter if it's a decision, or a paper airplane, you need to take specific actions for either to take flight." Paula said, "Hmm, that's pretty good, I can buy into that." I said, "Good, because I have this paper airplane that I'm selling." We shared a laugh, then Paula asked, "I'm wondering something, and please don't read into it. But, you seem like a great guy, you really know how to talk to a woman, so why is it you don't have a girlfriend?"
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I replied, "Oh, I used to, but it didn't work out." She asked, "Why, what happened?" I joked, "Well, she thought I was introducing her to my friends, and it was really a case of, 'That's her, Officer.' " Paula cracked up. I continued with, "And what she thought were love notes, you and I call restraining orders." Paula cracked up even more. I finished with, "But Gweneth Paltrow is really a sweet, sweet, person underneath, so I wish her the best." Paula said she was about to pee her pants. We then talked about different famous actresses we'd bang, and that lead to a conversation about who we each thought was a closet lesbian in Hollywood, and then I took the conversation into, "You and I both know Betty and Veronica were doing each other, they were just goofing around with Archie." Paula said, "Yeah, Veronica was the bull dyke, Betty was her bitch." This kind of talk went on for several minutes, then I had to end the call because I was meeting "a friend" for dinner (It was Jill, one of the babes I banged last 4th of July, the one I met at the mall with her friends) We said our goodbyes, and I got ready for dinner. The next day I sent Paula an e-mail of dirty jokes, and the day after that I sent her my "Sapphire Flower" poem. When I didn't hear from her by this last Saturday, I called her house, but got her answering machine. I left a basic message of "I wanted to touch base with you and see how you're doing. Give me a call. In case you lost my number again it's."
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Subj: Where are you??? Date: 9/25/00 2:40:20 PM Pacific Daylight Time From: Bishop To: XXXXXXXXX Paula, I can understand that you, like me, have a lot in your day. But not even bothering to acknowledge my last two e-mails was not how I thought someone like you would behaved. Perhaps I was wrong about you, but I'm hoping that's not the case. The woman I spoke to on the phone last week about paper airplanes had a lot on the ball. If you happen to see her, let her know I miss her voice. s
It turned out that she was online at the time I sent this e-mail, so she got it right away. Less than 30 minutes later she calls me and says she needs to talk to me, and asks me to meet her at the Starbucks we were at before. We meet, and what happened next blew me away! Paula was hesitant, and made little eye contact at first, but began the conversation with, "You confuse me. You confuse me more than I can verbalize. You I don't know you just are so...different than any man I have ever met in my entire life. Not once have you tried to make any sexual advances, which I appreciate like you wouldn't believe. You don't try to dominate me, you don't judge me for my sexual preference. You. your .wow your poetry is strong and pretty powerful. I was really impressed with all of it. And hmm how do I best put this focus, Paula, focus. Forgive me, this is more uncomfortable than I thought it would be." I offered, "Would you prefer getting away from eavesdroppers, maybe sitting in the car where we can have more privacy?" She thought that was a very good idea, so we went to her car. As we sat in the car, she took my hand and looked me in the eyes and said, "I have had you running through my mind for almost a week, I mean every day it seems like you were there in my thoughts. At first I thought you were just playing games, but of course you weren't. And well...you made me feel so...umm.. Every time we were on the phone or sitting by each other...I felt...you made me feel...I don't know...You made me feel so damn good....and that was a little scary for me...I wasn't sure that I deserved to feel that way with a man. I wasn't even sure if what I was feeling was even real...I mean, you're a man....I'm a lesbian, those don't mix well in most cases...And it's not that I'm lonely or anything, because I'm not...Hell, I've gone months without anyone in my life...But, well,
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what I guess I'm trying to say....is...I wasn't avoiding you because of anything bad....I was avoiding you because...okay, breathe, girl...I was avoiding you because...I thought about this, I thought about all week...I never thought I'd be saying this to a man...but here goes...(takes a deep breathe and blows it hard) I have never been with a man before...but I want to be with you....tonight, right now. There, it's been said." I was both shocked and flattered, and wasn't sure how to reply for about...1.3 seconds. I replied, "If we do this, this has to be done with no strings attached. I'm not ready for a committed relationship." Paula laughed and said, "Trust me, it's just about sex. I have got to know what a man like you is like in bed, and I can't think of a more appropriate person to be the first man to have sex with than you." It started slow. We kissed a little, then rubbed here and there, then she said, "Thank god I live close by." And off to her place we went to continue. That pretty much covers everything! It should be noted that Paula had a reaction that answers some questions. Paula is an example of an experience that went SO well, she questioned if it really happened the way she thought, and if she even deserved to have the experience, much less get to continue it. This provides a possible answer to the question of how a babe you do a quality sarge with can still flake on meeting you later, or doesn't return your calls. A sarge can apparently be done SO WELL, that you sarge the babe right out of your bed. Ross and I have speculated about this before, and I'm glad to actually have a real example that proves the theory. Bishop
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Bishy’s Debbie Dish Okay, guys, here's a brand new Bishy Sargy Story fresh from the oven! This sarge began about three weeks ago, while I was online. I was downloading porno pictures of Hilary Clinton getting her dick sucked (possibly faked), when I got an Instant Message. Here it is: TOAST: great screen name. TOAST: age/sex? BISHY: Are you asking me what AGE I was when I first had SEX? Or are you asking me how old I am and if I'll have sex with you? TOAST: lol BISHY: :- ) TOAST: asking your age right now BISHY: Well, check out my personal page, look at my pic, and guess my age. (While she did that, I checked her profile...to make sure it was indeed a HER I was talking to) BISHY (Jeopardy Theme Plays) TOAST: lol BISHY: :- ) TOAST: I dunno, 25? (Bless the child) BISHY: Close enough. How old are YOU? TOAST: 22 BISHY: Good enough. So tell me 3 great qualities about yourself, and NONE of them can be about your looks. TOAST: I care about people, I'm honest, and I can make people laugh.
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TOAST: How about you? BISHY: I'm funny...creative...and give massages that leave you with a lovely tingle for a week. TOAST: Oh really? Modest too. TOAST: ; ) BISHY: Actually, modesty prevents me from revealing that I can...well, never mind, I hardly know you yet. TOAST: lol. A mystery man? BISHY: Shh, that'll be our secret. So tell me, what's you favorite flavor bo wling ball? TOAST: lol I never thought about it. TOAST: Cheesecake flavor. You? BISHY: Low Fat Double Chocolate Fudge Swirl...but I have to cut back or it'll go to straight to my thighs. TOAST: lol BISHY: :- ) TOAST: what is your name? I'm Debbie. BISHY: My name is Bishop, and I am a cyberholic BISHY: :- ) TOAST: I am a cyberholic it has been three days since my last internet connection. BISHY: LOL! I'm pleased to see you have a nice sense of humor, it's one of the three qualities I look for in a woman. TOAST: Thank you. Are you going to tell me the other two?" BISHY: You can send me your pic now, you seem like potential friendship materiel. TOAST: I Don't have a pic to send. No scanner. BISHY: Oh, well, I guess the adventure ends here then.
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TOAST: You don't want to talk to me unless you see my picture first? BISHY: It's not that I don't WANT to.., BISHY: It's just that with all the people who IM me in a day.. BISHY: If I gave every single one of them my time, I'd never have time to do anything else.... BISHY: So all I require is... TOAST: I guess that's true. BISHY: That they have either a good sense of humor or a great imagination, and a pic, and they get to be one of the ones to stay.. BISHY: But if I let YOU slide, I'm breaking the rules. TOAST: But if you made the rules you get to break them don't you? (Little fly, little fly, step onto my web!) BISHY: I suppose...Well, I'll compromise with you.. BISHY: I'll continue talking to you, but we'll do it over the phone. TOAST: what kind of compromise? BISHY: My fingers are getting tired, and this way you can substitute your voice for the lack of a picture. TOAST: I see BISHY: You can even call me, so you're not giving out your phone number. TOAST: Very sly trick. BISHY: ; - ) Pretty smooth, wasn't it? TOAST: very smooth. BISHY: :- ) TOAST: Can I call you later tonight? BISHY: Ummm...
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BISHY: I'll be home until 7 tonight, after that you can try and catch me. TOAST: I need to do some research online for homework. TOAST: okay. I can probably call you before 7. BISHY: "TONIGHT'S LUCKY NUMBERS ARE..." And then I gave her my phone number, and told her I had to get some work done, so we said "toodles" for now and ended the conversation. That night...she didn't call. A bazillion things can happen between that first contact, and the time of the planned phone call, so I didn't worry about it. (Although, in hindsight, I realized I forgot to entice the call by using my WORLD FAMOUS "Remind me to share with you something that will absolutely amaze you." hook) A few days later she e-mailed me with this:
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Subj: Sorry about not calling Date: 11/14/00 10:19:42 AM Pacific Standard Time From: Debbie To: Bishop
I am such a scatter brain. I deleted the message screen before writing your number down. I had completely zoned out on what your screen name was, but finally found it in the directory. You must think I'm a real heel. Please send me your number again and tell me the best day to call, and the best time too. Debbie
Here was my reply:
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Subj: Re: Sorry about not calling Date: 11/14/00 1:11:30 PM Pacific Standard Time From: Bishop
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To: Debbie
I'm sorry, who are you again? Where did me meet? Refresh my memory. Just kidding. If you get this message today (Tuesday) call me tonight before 6, or after 8. Beyond that, try and catch me, but I'll be unavailable after Wednesday afternoon (going out of town) My number again is XXX-XXXX Bishop
She called that night, around 8:30, right in the middle of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer." Fortunately, I was taping it (I do that with all the shows I fancy, specifically in case of this kind of interruption) At first, it was just fluff talk, mainly about what we each did that day. BUT, when I asked her what college she was going to and what her major was, it got a little more interesting. It turns out she's studying to become a Nurse. (I like Nurses, they taste clean) so I asked her, "What is it. about becoming a Nurse...that makes it what you want to become?" She replied, "Well, like I told you online, I care about people. I think that being a Nurse will be great, because I get to know I helped someone, someone who may not be alive otherwise. I mean, sure, Doctors really are in there saving the lives, but Nurses are important for Doctors to be able to do that." I responded with, "The way I see it, there are no real Doctors, just real Nurses." (I can't claim credit for that one, David Duchovny said it on "Letterman" a couple of years ago) Debbie said with a laugh, "Very nice thing to say, thank you." Then I continued, in a slower, more relaxed voice, as I said, "The great thing...about what you do...is that with each.page...you study...you're gaining the knowledge...that brings you closer...and closer...and closer...to being able to care for the people...you care about. And what a great thing...to know...that you helped someone...who may not have been alive otherwise." Debbie agreed and said, "Yes, exactly. That is so true. And I'm going to really love educating people on how to better take care of themselves, and maybe if they listen to what I tell them, they can live longer then they would have. Did that just make sense?"
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I replied, "It made absolute sense. I acknowledge you wanting to not only provide care for people, but to educate them on caring fore themselves better." She said, "Thank you very much." Then her voice got a little less 'perky' as she said, "I just wish I could have been a Nurse when my Grandfather was still alive, you know, maybe he would have listened to me. He used to say that the Doctors and the Nurses were just making him take pills and do tests to take all of his money. It sounds maybe silly, but maybe if I were a Nurse then, he would have listened to me, because he was my Grandfather." I matched her tone and asked, "Were you close to your Grandfather?" She replied, "Very close. I would visit my Grandparents every day after school, they live in Lake Elsinore (that's an area about 10 minutes from where I live).well, my Grandmother still does I mean. But I would visit them, and me and my Grandpa would play dominoes and card games. So we were pretty close...I still miss him pretty much every day." I said, "When someone we love dies, we lose both everything and nothing all at once. You've lost the luxury of seeing him again, and playing dominoes and cards, and hugging him...but you still remain the woman he helped to shape...and that can never be taken from you...not ever. You've lost his touch, but not the imprint of his presence. And I don't know if we go someplace when we die...but if we do may your Grandpa be somewhere that reflects the honor you feel he deserves." Debbie was silent for a good few seconds, but then she said softly, "That was...I loved what you just said, that was so beautiful." I thanked her for the kind words, and then I asked, "So from the empowering funs of Nursing, to a moment respecting a loved one passed, what shall we talk about now?" (I purposely wanted to move away from her sadness as quickly, but as politely, as possible, for obvious reasons) She said, "I don't know. Tell me about yourself." So the next few minutes were filled revealing our heights, hair and eye color, celebrities we most resemble, preference of dog or cat (fortunately for her, she's a cat lover too), and for some bizarre reason, farting. I'm dead serious! There we were talking about our mutual love of cats, when she says, "But it' s not as easy to blame the cat when I fart as it would be with a dog." As you can imagine, I suddenly got the vivid image, complete with THX sound, of this chick cutting a fart!!!... NOT arousing, surprisingly enou gh. I said to her, "Farting...you romantic vixen you."
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We shared a laugh, and she said, "I'm so sorry, that was a little tacky wasn't it?" I flat out agreed with her, and said, "A little tacky, and quite racist toward cats. Why can't they take the blame for gas as much as dogs do? Hmm. Dog Doo, now THAT'S attractive." We shared a laugh, as only two Marklars off medication can, and I personally found it insanely refreshing to talk to a woman who was this relaxed so quickly....as long as she didn't ACTUALLY fart while we talked. Eventually, the conversation lead to more sargy-worthy topics, like candles! (Don't ask how we segued from farting to candles...it's really not that interesting) Debbie had just lit some candles, to relax, and asked if I liked candles. I informed her that I indeed liked candles, and had been watching TV by candle-light when she called (You can't watch "Buffy" any other way...like, duh!) I used this topic to get some more sargy stuff done, and asked, "Are you looking at one of your candles right now?" She said she was indeed. I then said, "If you...look at the burning wick...watch the flickering of the fire....watch it as...it seems to...dance...it's almost like...you could...JUST RELAX...and ..ENJOY THIS MOMENT...watching the dance of candle flame...dancing...just...for...you...I don't know about you...but when I..FOCUS ON THAT FLAME...it's as if..I travel...far..far..away.. away to my ideal vacation spot...Do you have an ideal vacation spot?" Debbie was silent a moment, then said slowly, "What? Oh, my favorite vacation spot? I don't know, bed right now." Then she laughed. "I'm sorry, I was watching the candle and listening to you, but I'm starting to get tired. Can we continue this another time?" I smiled and said, "If there IS another time, that would be great." She said, "I'm sorry." I said, "I believe you. And I know you'll make it up to me somehow." We shared a laugh, then I remembered to say something to entice to actually have a "next time" with me.
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I said, "Oh, by the way, when we talk again, remind me to share something with you....that will absolutely...amaze you. I know it amazed ME when I first learned about it." She laughed and said, "Tell me now, I can stay awake a few more minutes." I said, "I'd love to, but unless I had your full attention, you might miss something, and never...ever...get the full reward...and you don't want that...right?" She laughed again and said, "You'd be really good in sales...or maybe you are in sales, I don't know, we never talked about what you do." I laughed and said, "What I do is very interesting...and I promise, that's another thing I'll tell you all about, the next time we talk on the phone." (Notice I set the frame for what has to happen for me to share these things with her) She said, "Okay, if I must wait, so be it." I said, "Remember, I'm going to be out of town after tomorrow afternoon, so we won't be able to talk again until next Tuesday." She said, "Oh, pooie, that's right, you said in your e-mail you were going out of town. Well, as much as I hate having to wait, I guess I won't get to find out these secret things for a week. I'm sleepy." I told her, " Yeah, I need to get going too. But, I enjoyed our little chat...well, most of it anyway." She laughed and said, "Yeah, sorry about the fart thing, that was tacky." I laughed and said, "No worries, I forgive you." We said our goodbyes, and I hung up just in time to watch "Angel." (Ahh, life is good!) I return from my trip, and find a message on my machine from Debbie, letting me know her phone number and asking me to call her when I get a chance. I call, and she asks if she can call me back in a little bit, she's on the other line with a friend. I tell her that will be fine, hang up, and go to check my e-mail. About 30 minutes later she calls me, and we catch each other up on what we've been doing the past week. Then she asks me, "By the way, you were going to tell me what you do for a living." I replied with my "gets them damn near every time" reply of, "Well, what I do is interesting. You see, there are ways to...FEEL INCREDIBLE THINGS all through your
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body. But because of our culture, most people here never know how to...TAP INTO THOSE FEELINGS. Now, with me, I've spent years studying, learning, and practicing the skills that can bring out in you something....wonderful. You will feel more alive, more energized, and more...free. But it's not for everyone. You have to...PAY ATTENTION and...COMPREHEND WHAT I AM SAYING. If you're willing to.....step outside of what you're used to.......step outside of what's familiar..... you will experience...something ....amazing." She said, "That sounds very suggestive, like you're a gigolo or something." I laughed and said, "Well, how many gigolos can turn your whole body into one big blush using only his voice?" She laughed and said, "Oooh, that sounds like a subtle challenge. Okay, let's hear some." So I proceeded to recite my "Warm Fuzzy" to her (This is the ONLY thing from "Bishop's Journal" I allow to be reposted upon request, so if you need it just ask) I got about halfway through it and she says, "Okay, I've heard enough." I joked, "Gee, you're easier than most." She laughed and said, "It didn't work....but it was about to." We shared a laugh, and then she said we need to change the subject. So I said, "How about if I tell you that thing I said would amaze you." She got excited and said, "Yeah, tell me." I said, "It has to do with the amazing way we process imagery inside our minds." Then I basically walked her through her ideal vacation, complete with sensory-rich descriptions of how the sand felt on her feet, the water on her body, the sun on her face, etc. And then I asked her, "If you could give this place its own special name.....what name might you give it?" She gave it a name (which I won't reveal, because you don't need to know it) And then I said, "Very good....so whenever you want to....just relax.....and get away from whatever's not right in your day....or even in your night.....you can just HEAR THIS VOICE inside your mind....whisper to you....(special name)....and feel all....these.... wonderful feelings....flood right through you again." When I finished, Debbie said, "That WAS amazing. I feel really good right now."
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I asked, "On a scale from one to ten, how good do you feel?" She replied, "Eleven!" We shared a laugh, then I said to her, "An eleven? Does that mean you need a cigarette after this conversation?" She laughed and said, "Pretty close to it." We shared a laugh, then I said, "Since you're feeling good, care for some homemade poetry?" She said, "Sure! You write poetry?" I replied, "Well, I have this poem I was thinking about entering in a contest, and I'd really like to hear your opinion." She said she'd love to hear it, so I went ahead and recited my "Ruby Butterfly" poem. (I'll repost it for anyone who needs it) When I finished she asked, "Wow, that was very tranquil. You wrote that?" I replied, "Written and read by the author." autho r." She said, "I'm impressed, it's very good. You'll win that contest, I'm sure of it." I asked her, "Care for another poem?" She said, "Sure." Then said, "Hold on, let me get comfortable in my chair." (Translation: Let me put the vibrator on the low setting and cover up in a blanket, so you won't hear it) (When she said she was ready, I read her my "Sapphire Flower" poem (Found exclusively in "Bishop's Journal") Once I finished, Debbie said, "That was.....Mmmm, warm and fuzzy too." Since I had her feeling all tingly, I chose at this time to do a takeaway, by b y telling her, "Unfortunately, I must go for now. I have to head over the bookstore and locate a few books I want. It's too bad you don't FEEL COMFORTABLE JOINING ME...there's an attached coffee shop, we could have continued this." She said, "I'd love the distraction, but I really need to stay home and get some more things researched."
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I told her, "No worries. Well, since I'm probably going to be hard to catch the rest of this week, have a happy thanksgiving." She wished me a happy thanksgiving, and asked when I thought we could talk again. I told her, "Well, we can play it by ear. You'll have a better chance of catching me online, because a few places I'll be at, have AOL accounts I can sign on at. We said our goodbyes, and that was that for that time. I waited a couple of days, then e-mailed her my sensual "Rain of Desire" poem (also exclusive to "Bishop's Journal") and sent another e-mail after thanksgiving telling her we may have a chance to talk the following week. We ended up playing phone tag a couple of times, and then she finally tagged me this last Saturday and got me at home. We engaged in fluff talk about our thanksgiving, about how busy she was, about how busy I was, and how it's a damn shame we never seem to have the time to just sit and talk over a cup of coffee. Guess what? She actually had ALL NIGHT that Saturday free (shocking!) So finally, we were going to meet! We agreed on a coffee place connected to the bookstore I got kicked out of last July (I had sex in the ladies room...WITH a lady....and someone tattled on us......we were asked by the manager to go and never ever return....never ever in this area apparently means two weeks) I arrived a little earlier than we planned, and grabbed a women's magazine that had a great article (I ended up buying that issue on another day, it had a hilarious article on women's dating disaster stories...and YES, I really DO read women's magazines.....so should you, if you want to have a deeper knowledge of the stuff being sold to women....plus the perfume samples make my car smell "visited") When Debbie arrived, I about fell out of my chair! She had told me she was 5' 5" shoulder length brown hair, and resembled a young Natalie Wood......she never mentioned she was so...chesty. They weren't grossly huge or anything, but more than a Bishy handful. But what REALLY knocked me out, were the abs on this woman! She had on a coat, but when she took it off, she had on one of those shirts that shows the lower tummy. It turned out Debbie works out for two hours, four times a week, and the results were delicious looking.
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After the initial shock (I fully expected a babe b abe with no pic to show me after three weeks, was gonna need a little work, but she lied about the pic to see if I would lose interest) I returned to Bishness, and admired the twinkle of light in her expressive eyes. We sat down and I complimented her coat (It was a black and red fleece shirt actually, but it was so big on her, she wore it as a coat) We fluffed for a few minutes, and then I asked her, "So, now that we're face to face, what shall we talk about?" She said, "I don't know." Then said, "Oh, I loved the poem you sent me, the one about the rain and how aspects of it felt like a lover. You wrote that for a woman, didn't you?" I was absolutely honest with her, and admitted that it was a poem I had written for a woman I was madly in love with a few years ago, and I share it with other women as a way to honor her. Debbie said, "That is so sweet. You're like this walking, breathing, robot man who can't be real." I smiled and said, "I'm as real as you are." We got our beverages (I had a nice ginseng tea, she got a mocha double something with low fat fluffy stuff) Over drinks, I asked her if she'd ever heard the story of the caterpillar and the moth. She hadn't (duh!) so I recited it. (I don't have it written down, and I'm not going to transcribe it on top of what else I still need to transcribe, so ask the list for a copy if you need it) By the time I finished, she was scanning my eyes (good sign!) She said, "That was so incredible. You'll have to send me a copy of that." I told her, "Actually, that's not a story of mine, I just remember how it goes." She seemed disappointed, so i said, "I'll tell you what. Since I can't send you a copy of the story, I'll give you something else that you can enjoy whenever you want to." She looked at me with a smirk and cautiously asked, "Oh? Like what?" So, I did my "Warmth Builder" on her. h er.
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By the time I finished, I could see her nipples were hard against her shirt (another good sign!) Then she said, "This is all really amazing, really. You make me feel incredible and you get my mind thinking. But...well...I keep waiting for reality to come, and find out you're up to something." This knocked me off-balance for a second, but then I recovered and said in a calming voice, "I am so sorry.....I am so sorry that you've had to deal with guys who only had selfish motives behind their attention to you...and caused you to believe that any man who made you feel good must be up to something. I'm sorry your reality has to be that way, because you seem to have something within you to offer that I would have appreciated. Oh, well, I should probably go now." Debbie said, "You're leaving?" I said, "I think I should. I was having a great time here, but now the mood’s gone. How can I sit here with you, when you and I both know you're just going to suspect my motives. That's no way to have a friendship, so maybe we should just say goodnight." I got up and was leaving, when Debbie said, "I'm sorry, I know I'm being flaky. But at my part-time job, all the girls I showed your poems to, said a guy doesn't send things like that unless he's trying to get into your pants." I laughed and said, "I guess you'll never know if they were right or not though. Isn't it funny that the people who warn you about how to deal with other people's niceness, are people who are either alone or unhappy?" I turned to walk away, then I turned around, gave her a hug and said, "Maybe we'll bump into each other on (special name) at least there you'll trust me." Then I walked outside to my car to leave. Debbie chased after me, calling my name, and said, "I'm sorry, I really am. If you only knew how many guys will say whatever I want to hear, just to get into my pants. But I was just being paranoid with you, I'm sorry. A guy who would walk away from me, instead of trying to convince me he's sincere, is probably being sincere from the beginning. Does that make sense?" I said, "Sure it makes sense. s ense. But, still, if I were to continue our interaction, I'd always be concerned that you were reading into something, or taking something the wrong way. And I don't to have my motives questioned. You're a stunning looking woman, with a sharp mind and a great sense of humor. But you have a lousy way of judging who to listen to and who to keep at a distance." Debbie said, "I'm really very sorry." Then she joked, "Don't make me beg."
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I asked, "But how do I know you won't get paranoid again, and keep me at a distance?" Debbie scanned my eyes, took in a deep breath, and said, "You are the most unpredictable man I've ever met." Then she reached up and kissed me...REALLY kissed me, and asked, "Will that help?" I said, "It's a start....but of course, now we're approaching more than friends." Debbie said, "Did you really want to stay just friends?" I kissed her, and then said, "Fascinating people should always experience fascinating things together...even if it's only temporary." She took me by the hand, and led me to her car. There, she pushed me up against it and said, "You are bar none the most mysteriously sexy men I have met. I'm used to BEING the manipulator, but you changed the game, didn't you?" I smiled and said, "Not the game, just our roles." We kissed some more outside her car....then INSIDE her car....then...well, we did other stuff. I should mention that as things got hot and heavy, she asked me to "talk her off" (my word, not hers) like I said I could....So, I did the "Warm Fuzzy" again. Except this time...I finished it. There it is, gang! May it inspire, ins pire, and motivate! Have a seductive day! Bishop
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Bishy's First Oompa Loompa (By the way, "Oompa Loompa" is the name of the workers in "Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory" but is also the nickname given to babes who are 5 feet or shorter) As many of you long time sargers know, I LOVE REDHEADS! I am also very fond of short babes. So imagine my glee last Friday when I went to a Barnes & Noble in the Manhattan Beach area, and met a 4 feet 11 and 1/2 inches REDHEAD babe!!!! (The word "Jackpot!" comes to mind) I had been watching Tabitha Jean Tigress while Ross was away, and was at the Barnes & Noble to see which of the women's magazines had new issues out. (The Jan 2001 issue of Marie Claire has a HILARIOUS article on Millionaire Marklars who p ay $10,000 to some "dating club" to meet chicks, plus an article on "7 ways to get noticed at work" that with a little modification makes for GREAT materiel on being "that man") My radar went off as I flipped through the latest issue of "Celebrity Porn for Bishy" and I turned toward the coffee house section of the store, and saw....HER. She was working on her laptop, and had her lower lip jutting out like a cute little pout. I put the porn away (actually I hid it, in case they sold out by the time I returned) and began the adventure. At first I walked by her, to get a good "feel" of her energy (It was nice, but nothing that stood out) When I approached again (this time from an angle) she had her head back, eyes closed, and was working out the kinks in her neck. When she opened them again, I was just a few feet away, so she looked right at me. I tilted my head as I approached, and I said, "Excuse me. This is going to sound totally loopy, but I know I've seen you before." She asked, "Who, me?" I replied, "Yeah. I just can't put my finger on where I've seen you though. Let's run down some possible choices......Are you an actress or perhaps a character at Disneyland?" She laughed and said, "No, neither one is me." Then I snapped my fingers as I said, "Oh, now I remember! I was over there in the reference section of the book store, looking at an illustrated dictionary...and your picture was under the word 'angel.' " She laughed and said, "oh my god."
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I smiled and said, "Great. I'm glad you laughed, because it's refreshing to meet someone who has more to offer than just her looks. I like you so far. By the way, my name is..." She told me her name was Rebecca. She stood up to stretch, and THAT is when I discovered she was a possible Oompa Loompa. I asked her, "How tall are you, four foot eleven, five feet?" She smiled and said, "Right on the cusp, four eleven and a half." I smiled and said, "Red hair, sense of humor, attractive, AND under five feet tall. If you can play the harmonica, it might be love." She laughed and said, "Or I might have a boyfriend." (Time for the "boyfriend ignorer" Ross and I created)
I smiled and said, "Oh, I assumed you had to be with SOMEONE (sour look on that word, gestured to the left, and I sat down next to her at this point) but my question is, is your boyfriend just filling a role, or is he fulfilling needs that come from deep inside who you are...and who you long to be? Because if he's fulfilling all your needs, then I'll shake your hand (extended my hand, and she took it into hers) and say, 'Hold onto this, it's too rare to let slip out of your life.' (Note that I am holding her hand at the time, so there's an ambiguity of which I'm telling her to hold on to, her boyfriend or my hand) But if he's just filling a role, then I'd say it was fate that caused us to be here at this exact same time (I'm still holding her hand by the way) making this....connection." She took in a deep breath, eyes locked onto mine, and then she said, "That's a very interesting way of putting things." Then she looked down, let go of my hand, and said, "But, I'm happy with my boyfriend." I said, "Excellent, I'm glad to hear that. So often, women I know are with their boyfriends (gesture left) because what started out being a genuine attraction....gets weaker....and weaker.....and weaker...until you finally realize, 'Hey, this isn't all that I deserve. He (gesture left) doesn't do THIS for me an ymore.....he irritates me with THAT....and if I stay with him, I may be missing out on an adventure (self gesture) that will fulfill me... beyond.....what I already have." She didn't offer any verbal reply, so I asked her, "By the way, what's your favorite flavored bowling ball?" SHE CRACKED UP!
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She couldn't give me an answer, so I said, "Well, then at least allow yourself to have me analyze your handwriting." She said, "Oh, but my writing is so icky." I smiled and said, "What a small world...oops, sorry, that wasn't a comment about your height." We shared another laugh, then I did her handwriting. The only thing worth mentioning, is that her handwriting revealed she *gasp* liked to keep secrets! (For out newer bros, I ALWAYS "find" that trait in EVERY babe's handwriting.....in other words I make it up) I then went into my "Secrets" pattern (Found in "Bishop's Journal" available to buy at the speed seduction online catalog) By the time I finished, she was much more relaxed, and was getting a little glassy-eyed (read: Trancing Out) She finally spoke and asked, "That's so fascinating! So do you do this for a living?" I smiled and said, "No, but what I do is interesting. There's a rare, non-sleep form of hypnosis, called BLISS-nosis. It...awakens...the deeper levels of who you are. For example, most people don't even know that there are four levels to the mind. Well, Blissnosis can help you unlock that level, or at least enhance it if you've already tapped into it. But, it's not for everyone. It requires that you...PAY ATTENTION to my instructions, and that YOU CAN COMPREHEND what I am saying. I don't normally give free demonstrations, but I like you so far, so I'll at least test your ability to mentally comprehend Blissnosis." She said, "This sounds weird." I replied, "It IS weird...as most things are that open up your mind in ways you've never experienced before. But, I'm not interested in trying to convince you. If you don't WANT THIS (shaking my head "Yes") then that decision is yours." She hesitated a moment, then said, "Oh, what the heck, you have me really curious now." So I proceeded to do my "Warmth Builder" on her. When I finished, she was DEFINITELY becoming aroused (As evidenced by all the cats in the area going crazy from the scent) but was needing to go in a little bit. I told her, "I really enjoyed our brief encounter. What steps would we have to take to continue this further?"
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She offered, "Well, tomorrow I'll probably be here." I said, "Oh, tomorrow I'll be out of the area for the day. How about we meet here Sunday? I have some poetry I'm entering in a contest, and I'm eager to get your opinion on which I should enter. Better yet, let's make it the Starbucks at Manhattan Beach Mall." She said, "Sunday? Sure, what time?" I said, "Noon, noon-thirty?" She smiled and said, "How about we make it one thirty?" I agreed, and we shook on it (Now she HAD to show up or I could sue her in a court of law....I think) Then, before I left, I said, "Oh, and remind me Sunday to share something with you...that will absolutely...amaze you. I know it amazed me when I first learned about it." Rebecca smiled and said, "Poetry and some amazing news, I can't wait." We said our goodbyes, and then I left. Next stop....Our Sunday "Dance" So then I held Rebecca's short naked ass upside down and was licking... Oh, wait, there was stuff that happened before that! Rebecca and I agreed to meet last Sunday at a local Starbucks, at 1:30 in the afternoon. The place had only a few people, which was surprising for a Sunday. So after getting my beverage (Zen iced tea with 4 shots of Valencia syrup...Hint, hint, Christmas shoppers!) I had virtually my pick of tables, so I chose one off in a corner, for privacy. Rebecca was running late, but arrived within a couple minutes of being filed under "NEXT!" She offered a genuine sounding apology, so I didn't sweat it (besides, she DID show up, so who's to say her "tardiness" wasn't because she was nervous?) I fluffed talked with her for a few minutes about finals, and if she'd done her Christmas shopping yet. Then Rebecca asked a very telling question. She asked, "So, what do I get first, the poem or the amazing news?"
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(This was telling, because it indicated that it had been on her mind, and she was eager to learn about them both)
I held both of my hands out, as if I had something inside each one, and said, "Pick one." She laughed asked, "What? What is this?" I said, "Pick one." She picked the left one. I turned my left hand over, opened it, and said, "Oh, cool, you get the poem first!" This got another laugh, and she said, "You are such a nut." Then I recited my "Ruby Butterfly" poem to her (NOT in "Bishop's Journal" so ask me for it if you need it) Her face got a little...well...RUBY colored, and she smiled and looked away as I finished the poem. Once I finished it, I just SHUT UP and let her words be the next ones spoken. She glanced at me and said, "Okay, what's the amazing news now?" I said, "Close your eyes." She laughed and said, "What? Why?" I whispered, "Because you're about to experience something...amazing." She closed her eyes, and I proceeded to do a variation of "Ideal Vacation" where at the end I have her give a special NAME to the vacation spot, a name only she and I know. When she named it, I then said, "Now...open and your eyes, and tell me how your vacation was." She opened her eyes and softly said, "That was VERY nice." (she was doing some eye scanning at this point) I then asked her, "So, are you enjoying this?" She looked me dead in the eye and said, "It's more enjoyable than I anticipated actually." (That statement is a GOOD SIGN, right?)
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Then she asked me, "So did you write that story about the butterfly?" I confessed that it was indeed my creation, then I said, "It was inspired by one of my favorite stories, the story of 'The Caterpillar and the Moth' do you know that one?" She said she hadn't, so I recited it to her (I don't have a copy in my files, so ask the list if you need a copy) By the time I got to the "So tell me, Rebecca...would YOU like to know the secret word?" She was scanning my eyes a little more at this point. After I told her the secret word, I looked at her lips, then her face, then her lips again, then I leaned in slightly and said, "What?" She asked, "What what?" I said, "Your lips, they have something they want to say...what is it?" And right there in front of God and country, she bit her lower lip a moment, then kissed me. (That too is a GOOD SIGN, right?)
Then I said, "We need to continue this someplace without any other distraction or interruptions." She asked, "Like where?" I said, "Would you feel more comfortable at your place, where it's familiar territory?" She sat back and said, "Um...well...my boyfriend and I kinda live together." (The thing that was wild, is she said this as if APOLOGIZING for living with him!!!!) I said, "Well, I'm watching a friend's cat while he's gone, and staying at his place. Come, let's go, and I'll finish showing you more of that amazing stuff we started on (special vacation name)." She wanted to follow me in her car, which sometimes is NOT a good sign ("Oh, I missed the light, and couldn't catch up to your car, sorry Bishy!") But she really did make it back to Ross' place with me.
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Once we went inside, Tabitha Jean Tigress looked at Rebecca, then rudely asked me, "Who's the kid?" (I was so embarrassed!) Tabby got some brushing and some pat-pat on her butt, re-establishing the fact that she is the only female I supplicate to. Then, after Tabby rushed off to take care of pressing business (She was needed in surgery or something) I had Rebecca sit with me on the floor, with her sitting with her back against me. I then proceeded to do some additional warmth expanding stuff, and massage work, which Ross forbids me from posting (Sorry, but, maybe he'll teach it at an Advanced Seduction seminar some day) Then I moved the warmth, fully charged, and physically pushed my hands down her stomach and touched the area just above the pussy. She went fucking wild! I went for the close, and had my FIRST "Oompa Loompa" sexual encounter! (Guys, I gotta tell you, there's nothing better than being able to walk around the room with a chick wrapped around your cock!) So, there you have it! Enjoy! Be inspired! Be motivated! Buy "Bishop's Journal"! Bishop
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Bishop Rocks Roxanne Okay guys, here's my FIRST sargy success story for the NEW millennium! It started out online, and was a bit slow at first. Some interesting things followed though, and then.....Well, read on and find out for yourself. (PRODUCT PLUG: If you don't already have the "Methods & Masters" CDs with the RIKER interview, order it RIGHT NOW! Riker delivers pure double platinum on those 2 Cds, and my online sarging has quadrupled in quality as a result. He is THE BEST there is at online sarging, and these Cds are proof!)
Her:
I guess I’ll be adventurous and ask your name...and age:-)
Me:
Oh, really?
HER:
really
ME:
LOL Okay...
ME:
My name is Bishop...
HER:
LOL
ME:
Truly, that's my name
ME:
Well....
ME:
That's my nickname anyway
HER:
well bishop is a beautiful place to fish.
HER: my name is Roxanne ME: HER :
So tell me... Roxanne.. what?
ME :
Tell me 3 qualities about yourself, and NONE of them can be about your looks
ME:
3 GREAT qualities
HER:
honest, funny, and i live life to the fullest
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HER:
only 3 qualities?
HER:
LOL
ME:
For a start
ME:
I was looking to see how creative you might get
HER:
your turn...what are your qualities?
ME:
Got a pic?
HER:
maybe
ME:
MY 3 great qualities are....
ME: I'm funny, creative, and I give massages that leave you tingly for a week after I'm done HER:
darn I was looking to be tingly for a month
ME: Then you'll have to EARN it HER:
cool
HER:
do you have a pic?
ME: HER:
Maybe good answer
ME:
Send me your pic so I can see that I'm not talking to a guy
ME:
:- )
HER:
send yours so I know I am not talk to a guy...just kidding
HER:
send you pic first
ME:
LOL Are you THAT hideous?????
HER:
even worse
HER:
:-D
HER:
why how hideous are you?
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ME:
This isn't kindergarten, so you send YOUR pic first
ME:
:- )
ME:
:-D
HER:
fine.
ME:
(Jeopardy Theme)
ME:
:-)
HER:
I seen your pic
HER:
and by the way I am 5'2
HER:
5'2" that is
ME:
REALLY???? This may be love!
ME:
:-)
ME:
I'm 6' 5"
HER: ME: HER: ME: HER:
that is tall Yeah, it's fun at times yeah it's fun to be short sometimes Do you have long hair or short? medium
ME:
What color?
HER:
um...pink
HER:
:-D
ME:
Aww, I was hoping for blue
ME:
:-)
HER:
no that was last week
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ME:
Hmm, maybe I need to see that pic now
ME:
So far you have friend potential.
HER: oh do I? ME: So far. ME: By the way, how old are you? HER: 28 ME: Nice age. And you'll do just fine, as long as you don't assume I'd sleep with you just because I'm a guy. HER: don't worry honey, it never crossed my mind ME: That's refreshing, thank you. HER: I guess I should say your welcome :-D HER: i am the one with light hair, the one with dark is my mom (She is referring to the pic she had just sent me) ME: HER: ME: HER: ME: HER: ME: HER: ME: HER: HER: ME:
Oooh, what color eyes do you have? they are greenish, brown Hmm, VERY nice thank you I’ll tell my mom you think she is pretty...lol What nationality? You look exotic Hispanic and Dutch Nice blend okay send a pic of you now. the one on you web page is small Ready for MY hideous pic? not really, but ready :-D Hold a sec' I'll send the full pic from that one
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HER:
it better be a clean picture nothing dirty
HER:
you never know with people on the internet
ME :
I know, huh? Hold on, let me find it..
HER:
ok
ME:
Found it!
HER:
about time
HER:
j/k
HER:
I got it.....is that your girlfriend with you?
ME:
No, a lady friend of mine. She's in the Air Force, in Saudi Arabia right now
ME:
So, tell me...
ME:
Where is your ideal dream vacation
HER: somewhere sunny, where i can lay on the beach...have a nice walk on the beach at night paradise ME : Does it feel sunny as in HOT, or sunny as in...Mmmm...soothing warmth? HER: soothing warm. With the water splashing my feet ME: Yeah...and it you start to... ME: Feel that combination of warm and cool. ME: And you're enjoying this special moment, aren't you? HER: Which moment? This one or the vacation? ME: Oh, I thought we were both at the vacation? ME: I'm looking into SOMEONE'S greenish-brown eyes...I assumed they were yours. HER: What am I wearing? ME: You're wearing the rays of the sun... ME: along with a beautiful purple and green sash around your waist.
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HER: I like this vacation ME: Your skin glistens and your eyes sparkle, matching the reflective waters behind you. ME: It's hard right now. ME: to concentrate on anything else. HER: you have a nice way with words. ME: Then you should read some of my poetry HER: you right poetry? ME: Among other things. Hold one sec' (I sent her "Rain of Desire") ME: YOU HAVE MAIL! HER: goodie! Brb (A couple of minutes pass) HER: You wrote that? ME: I did indeed! HER: Do you have more? That was beautiful? ME: Listen, my fingers are getting tired, but I'm really enjoying our chat. So.... ME: How about we take this to the phone? I'll even let you have MY number so you're not having to give me yours HER: maybe some other time ME: I'm sorry. I thought when you said you "live life to the fullest" that meant you took advantage of opportunities when they came, instead of waiting, like most people who lose out do. HER: My mom's sleeping and I don't want the phone to wake her. ME: When YOU call someone, YOUR phone rings?????? HER: what? I don't get it
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ME: Read back a few lines, I offered to let YOU call ME ME: But I'm starting to suspect you're some guy playing games, so maybe it's not a good idea after all. HER: I guarantee you that I'm not a guy ME: If you can sit there and honestly say that the last several minutes have been typical, then I understand. ME: However.. HER: Not typical ME: If you found me to be as refreshing a chance as I thought you might be, then perhaps we owe it to each other to put away old suspicions and start creating new realities with each other. ME: But I'm not one to give a gift that is not welcomed, so the choice is yours really. ME: I'm game. You? HER: Give me a minute. ME: No problem. I'll be answering e-mail while you decide. At this point she went off-line, so I finished answering my e-mail. Some other chick IMD me, but she made the mistake of making her first words in IM "age/sex/location?" To which I replied, "Sorry, sweety, but you'll have to be more creative than THAT to get my attention." She responded with, "Screw you, I was asking for my friend!" To which I asked, "Then why are YOU answering me instead of your friend? Have a nice life. Bye." Then I barred her from replying back or sending me e-mail (I love that AOL feature!) This was December 27th, and I left for "vacation" the next day so I just wrote Roxanne off. While on "vacation" I would pop into Kinko's and check my AOL accounts. Here is what Roxanne sent me on the 28th:
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----- Original Message -----
Subj: Sorry about the other day Date: 12/28/00 5:52:28 PM Pacific Standard Time From: XXXXXXXXXXXXX Bishop, I did not leave the other day, I lost my connection and spent twenty minutes trying to sign back on. By the time I returned you were gone. I hope you are not mad. Maybe we can talk again sometime Happy new year if I do not hear from you before then. Rox
I found it interesting that this was written over 2 4 hours AFTER the incident she mentions. My intuition told me I spooked her, she backed away to gather herself, then she decided she wanted to learn more about me and THAT is when she wrote this e-mail. I replied with that "reality" in mind.
----- Original Message -----
Subj: Re: Sorry about the other day Date: 12/30/00 1:13:29 PM Pacific Standard Time From: Bishop I'm actually glad that you lost your connection, because maybe that was a sign that you're only meant to be a chat friend. I guess I got so caught up in the fact that you seem different than most women I chat with online, that I let my adventurous side out too soon and was willing to give a perfect stranger my phone number. I tend to take chances when I see a great opportunity that may result in something wonderful. But I need to step back I guess and realize that not everyone else has that same sense of adventure. I just like to live life to the fullest, so I embrace opportunities, instead of letting them slip out of my fingers. I just hate the image of seeing someone else enjoying the benefits of what could have been mine. Oh, well, it was still nice chatting with you. Maybe we'll "bump" into each other sometime online. Bye!
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Bishop P.s. Here is another poem I wrote. I would like to get your opinion on it. (I cut and pasted "Ruby Butterfly" to the e-mail)
When I got back to Bishyland, I found she had e-mailed me again:
----- Original Message -----
Subj: Re: Sorry about the other day Date: 1/02/01 11:09:34 AM Pacific Standard Time From: XXXXXXXX Bishop, The butterfly poem was even better then the rain poem. I like both of them but butterflies in a poem is always a winner with me. I have to tell you that you do not seem to be like most guys I have known. I like that you take the chance to get something before someone else takes it from you. I feel so bad about how I acted the other day. I was in a relationship for three years and I suppose I have been leary of men with strong personalities. He never hurt me physically but I felt he wanted to control me. But I guess what seemed to me as a controlling person in you, was really just a man who does not play games. I agree with you on that. I admit that I am still nervous about talking to you on the phone. Your poetry is so colorful and imaginative, and I'm nervous if your voice will affect me the same way. I sound like a school girl. I'm willing to see if something wonderful might actually result from this. If you can call me tonight after 6 my number is XXX-XXXX. I hope to hear from you. Rox
(Feel bad???? I thought she lost her connection???? See, my intuition was RIGHT! She WAS spooked! I didn't call her, but I did e-mail her with this..)
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Subj: Re: Sorry about the other day Date: 1/02/01 9:12:43 PM Pacific Standard Time From: Bishop
Roxanne, I just got back into town. I wouldn't want to wake your mother at this hour, so I'll call you tomorrow night after 6. Unless of course you want to try and catch me before then, in which case y number is XXX-XXXX Bishop
(No more than 2 minutes after I sent it, she IMs me!)
HER: Just got back? ME: Yep, just a little bit ago. HER: Do you feel like chatting for a minute? ME: For a minute, sure. HER: Would it be less strain on you if we talk on the phone instead? ME: Depends what's being worked ME: ;- ) HER: very funny ME: Who should call who right now? HER: I'll call you if you want ME: That'll work. HER: Okay ME: Give me a minute to finish what I'm doing online.... ME: I can't be online and talk on the phone at the same time
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HER: okay HER: okay that works better for me too ME: Talk to you in a few minutes HER: okay
I finished checking the latest update on my favorite celebrity porn site, saved some choice pics, and then logged off. A couple of minutes later she called. I began by telling her I was pretty tired, so I didn't want to talk for too long. Then I began some fluff talk by asking her how her New Year's Eve was, and what she did. After telling her about my "vacation" I asked her, "Besides the butterfly, what made 'Ruby Butterfly' your favorite of the two poems I sent?" She replied, "Well, the rain poem was pretty...wow. But something about the way you wrote 'Ruby Butterflies' just was more easy to picture and hear. It was more colorful for me, if that makes any sense to you?" (It made PERFECT SENSE! As Ross has brilliantly noted before, many women see colors during orgasm. "The Ruby Butterfly" is a metaphoric poem about a woman masterbating, which I'll wager is exactly what Roxy did while reading it. Maybe not the FIRST time she read it, but most definitely the second...third...and fourth time she "read" it) I replied, "Good, I'm pleased you enjoyed it." Then I asked, "I take it you're a highly imaginative woman, right?" She replied, "Yeah, I'd say I was. Very much so." I asked her, "So let's go back on that ideal vacation spot again." From here I simply gave highly visual descriptions to what she said she saw on this ideal vacation. I spent a good 10 to 15 minutes talking her through an entire IDEAL day on this IDEAL vacation. Then as I had her imagining falling asleep under the stars, I ran my "Star of Bishop" pattern. Her voice was getting...mmm...relaxed...and confortable...so I anchored the experience with the word "fantastico" in the sentence, "And off to the dream realm you travel, after enjoying a da y that was...Mmmmm FANTASTICO."
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(Unique words make better verbal anchors, because they are not only unusual, but it protects against some Marklar lucking out and firing off the feelings using some common word) Then I did what is a MUST for me whenever I notice a babe in deep trance from the "Ideal Vacation" pattern: I had her give it a special name. I said, "This is your vacation memory...OUR vacation memory...a memory you can visit anytime YOU WANT THIS...so if you were to give it a name...a very...special...name...a name that will instantly and exclusively remind you of only this experience...this vacation...this memory...what special name will you give it?" She gave it a name (I'll call it "Biscuit" so you can follow along) I then said, "That's right...BISCUIT...that's the name of it...and as you THINK OF BISCUIT....you start to FEEL FANTASTICO." I then shut up, and allowed her to process it all in at her own speed. About a minute later she took in a DEEP breath, then asked, "Where did you come from? Is there a secret island of your kind?" I laughed and said, "Kind words get rewarded. How would you like me to read you a very special poem? It's actually a story...but time will just...flow by." She gave a small moaning laugh and said, "That might be dangerous right now. Your voice is so...I don't know...it's like a mysterious echo...breathy but with bass in it." Then she laughed and said, "That probably makes no sense to you, does it? I'm being weird." I replied with a laugh, "Not really." (Gee, am I saying "not really" to it not making sense, or to her being weird?) Then she said, "Okay, one poem then I should go." I did a take-away (because it felt like a prime moment to do it) by saying, "Actually, I'm getting pretty tired. How about we talk tomorrow, and I promise to recite it then. Fair enough?" She said that was fine. She said she had the next day off (Thursday) so we could talk earlier than 6. I offered to call, and we agreed on talking just before noon. Then we said goodbye and hung up
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Thursday afternoon (Which was earlier today as I am writing this) I called Roxanne and the VERY FIRST thing she says is, "Read me the poem." This told me she obviously had been anticipating it, and perhaps even had some nice dreams last night. Soooo, I asked her, "How were your dreams?" She laughed and said, "Censored. Now do the poem." I said, "I'll only do the poem if you can assure me you're feeling....FANTASTICO." She almost yelled in my ear, "THERE'S THAT VOICE AGAIN!" I said, "Ow." She said, "Opps, sorry for yelling." I hung up.......just kidding. I asked her, "So....how are you feeling?" She giggled and replied, "fantastico." So I proceeded to recite "Warm Fuzzy" to her. During some of the pauses in the poem, I noticed she was breathing heavier and heavier! And at some point toward the end, I KNOW she had an orgasm, because there's a distinct sound to a phone being buried under a pillow for a few moments!!!!! When I finished.....I shut up and let HER words be the first spoken. She tried very hard not to sound obviously.....orgasmed.....and even went so far as to say she was working out while she was listening to me. Adding, "So if I sound like a panting dog you know why." I couldn't resist, so I said, "Well, if I sound like a panting dog, it's because I just had an orgasm." She laughed and said, "Did you just say what I think you did? No you didn't say that!" I laughed and said, "We're both adventurous adults here. If one or both of us feels like getting off, and wants to save $3.99 a minute to do it, I think we deserve the pleasure." She asked me, "You......uh.......masturbate?" I replied, "Yeah.......just not with my own hand."
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We shared a laugh and I said, "Since it's your day off, and I actually have no plans with anyone this afternoon, how about we get together for coffee? Your treat." She laughed and said, "Oh, MY treat, huh? I thought the man was supposed to pay?" I replied, "And I thought women in the new millennium didn't get locked down under such archaic rules." She said, "Good comeback......Okay, let's continue this adventure over coffee, my mutually hideous friend." We shared a laugh, then we agreed to meet at a Starbucks just a few miles away. I said to her, "Remind me to show you something REALLY cool over coffee. You can be working out while I show you." We shared a HUGE laugh (she knew she was busted!) Roxanne said she needed a shower (which made us laugh some more) so asked me to give her about an hour to meet me. We said out goodbyes, then hung up. I got to the Starbucks and ordered my Zen Iced tea with Valencia syrup (Great stuff!) and found us a nice corner table to make our "island" By the time I sat down with my drink and took a couple of sips, Roxanne arrived. She asked me, "Have you been waiting long?" I faked her out by speaking German, "Entschuldigung?" (Which means "Excuse me?") She looked at me funny. Then I smacked the side of my head and said, "Testing......testing.....There, that's better! Never buy a 'Universal Translator Implant' from a Ferengi!!!!" She apparently never watched "Deep Space Nice" but I overlooked that flaw in her. After getting her mocha double foam half latte triple espresso (or something like that) she sat down. She seemed very at ease, which was nice. I asked her, "So.....how was the shower?" She looked away and said, "I can't believe I agreed to meet you. This is SO not my routine."
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I leaned around to look at her face and said, "And how fantastico does that feel?" SHE TURNED RED! Then she said with a laugh, without looking me in the eye, "You are a danger to women, my friend." I smiled and said, "Most women are safe, I'm pretty picky." She looked me in the eye (for all of a second) and asked, "Oh, and why is that?" I leaned in and said VERY matter-of-fact-like, "Because I know that I can make any woman's whole body turn into one big blush........with just my voice." She turned red again and said, "My body may be blushing, but that's all I'm comfortable with right now." I smiled and said, "Oh, really?" She laughed and said, "I think so." Then I said, "Give me your hand." She asked, "Why do you want my hand?" I replied, "Because I want to show you that really cool think you can work out to." She cracked up and REALLY turned red! She gave me her hand, and I simply did my "Warmth Builder." The more time I took, the more she let everything else around us melt away, and the less giggly she got. (Maybe it had something to do with my command to "let everything around you melt away", I'm not sure. LOL!) When I got to the end, instead of doing a swooping motion BY her crotch, I placed my hands ON HER THIGHS, with my thumbs literally a millimeter from the center of her crotch. Then I said, "So........on a scale from great to amazing.......how do you feel?" She scanned my eyes and said, "Can you repeat the question?" I replied, "I asked, 'Shall we visit BISCUIT now?' " Then I leaned in and kissed her.
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We had one loooooong, tongue included kiss. Then as we came away, she whispered, "I think we should stop. I don't want to advance this so soon." Sooo, I did my POWERFUL "Bishnighter Response" The personalized version I used went like this: "Let me make this situation clear for you. I can see what makes you unique among other women. I've experienced this moment already, in my head, from a dozen different angles. And the truth is......I've made love to you in every one of them. So it's not that we're advancing too soon......it's that we're finally at the point we're meant to be at. Because there is an opportunity here that most romantics only get to dream about......and what little girls wish for on a starry night. One might even look at this opportunity and think. ......it's something out of the land of glass slippers.......and magical carriages. Except, of course, you don't need rescuing, you're strong already. And while this will be one of those 'once-in-a-lifetime adventures......it will be an adventure to cherish......for a lifetime. So relax in the knowledge that.......I already made love to you........before we ever even met." We kissed some more, and some touching here and there. I didn't want to have the employees staring, so I silently took Roxanne by the hand and lead her outside. Once outside, I picked her sexy 5' 2" body up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I walked her like this to a bench, then sat down and said to her in a whisper, "I have some nice toys at my place." She said, "There's only two toys I need, your tongue's one of them." (Gee, she gets over HER shyness quickly, huh?)
I asked her if she had a preferred place we should go, and she opted to go back to my place. (I think the mention of toys helped her decision)
And so from around 2:30 to 6 we played Scrabble, then took a dinner break, and she went home around 8. And THAT, my sargy bros, is how The Bishnighter celebrated the first week of January 2001.
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******The Bishnighter went on to play the lead in "Joseph & the Amazing Technicolor Dream coat" to record breaking audiences, for twelve straight weeks. On closing night, after the last curtain call, in front of the packed crowd, he proposed to his girlfriend, TV Actress, Katherine Heigl. She said yes. Roxanne, unable to find a better lover than Bishop, has since become a lesbian.******
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The Bishnighter, the Blonde, & The Bonus! Holy mother of pancakes! Wait until you read how THIS one ends! (No fair peeking, your dick will fall off)
Thursday I was visiting my favorite bookstore (the one I got kicked out of last 4th of July for all of two weeks) when I saw a delicious possible Oompa-Loompa. She had long blonde hair down to her cute little ass, and boobies that were almost as big as her head! She was reading a copy of "Marie Claire" and it just so happens that I bought a copy of that issue last week. (Advanced knowledge of magazine content is a great ice breaker, as you'll see in a minute)
I walked right up to her and asked, "Excuse me, but how tall are you?" She said, "Five-one" (Nope, not an Oompa!)
I gave a look of slight disappointment as I said, "Oh." She asked me, "Why did you ask?" I replied, "I would have guessed Four-Eleven." She laughed and asked, "Nope, sorry." Then I pointed to the copy of Marie Claire in her hand and said, "I found the 'sexy verses smart' article in that issue a little interesting." She looked at me suspiciously and said, "You don't look like the 'Marie Claire' type." I leaned in a little and said, "That's because I'm undercover. I'm wearing the body of a tall, arrogant, and disarmingly funny man, named Bishop. But inside I'm really five footone with beautifully long blonde hair and my name is Bob." She laughed and said, "I'll keep your secret, Bob."
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Then I said, "I'm glad you laughed, because I was hoping you had more going for you than an attractive outer beauty. A sense of humor is one of the three key things I look for in a woman." She turned toward me more, arms crossed and asked, "Is this the part where I find you disarmingly funny?" I said, "Yes, that's what the script says. Those are the rules." She smiled and said, "Sorry, I don't like rules. I hate being confined." I said, "Really? My intuition tells me, you would even resist doing something that's in your best interest, simply because you felt you were being told what to do." She looked a little surprised and said, "Very good, your intuition is right on." Then I continued with, "So if you were to FIND YOURSELF SITTING WITH ME...it would be because THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT, regardless of what anyone else may have said. Because...YOU WANT US TO TALK, you'll do it, you make your own decisions. You require little or no validation from your family or friends, you...SEE THIS OPPOURTUNITY (self point) and decide for yourself...THIS IS SOMET HING I WANT ..I'm going to JUST GO FOR IT!" As I was saying this, I saw her wall coming down more...and...more...and more! She looked at me and said, "I'm shocked. I truly mean that. How did you know all that?" I smiled and said, "Because I prefer to surround myself with strong, independent women, I can spot you better." She seemed a little defensive as she asked, "Spot me better? What do you mean?" I replied, "Well, women like you carry yourself with a discipline...while maintaining your femininity. It's a rare an attractive quality, so I know what to look for to spot the uniqueness within a woman. A person has to PAY ATTENTION to what they're looking at (self point), in order to spot the treasures that may not at first be noticed. The way I see it, anybody can spot how attractive you are on the outside. I mean, we both know that you could have a thousand guys, drop to their knees, and respect just the physical side of you. But men like that are weak and boring to you. You want a man who will challenge you, without trying to control you. You DON'T need a man in your life, but if you did, he'd better see the woman within the angel's body, or he's history. Right?" She extended her hand and said, "You nailed it! I'm impressed." I gave a faux shy look and said, "Aww, shucks."
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The she said, "But you're gay too, right?" I laughed and said, "If I am, then I'm a male lesbian." We shared a laugh, then I said to her, "I'd be curious to get your opinion on some things, anyone stopping you from sitting with me for a minute?" She said, "Just me...But you seem harmless enough." I laughed and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were more perceptive than that. My mistake." We shared a laugh, then I said, "First I want to analyze your handwriting, because I want to see if I'm right about what motivates you. Besides, you'll learn things about yourself even your best friends doesn't know." She said, "Oh, really? You think you're that good, do you?" I replied, "Sure, as long as the person I'm analyzing is worthy enough." She pretended to slap my arm and said, "Bad alpha male!" We sat down and I had her write me a handwriting sample. One of the first things I spotted in her writing was a lowercase "d" with a stem that angled to the left, this IS an indicator that she desires culture. So I said to her, "You have a strong desire for culture. Museums and exotic things fascinate you." She admitted it was true and added, "It's so funny you say that. A few days ago I was talking to a girlfriend and telling her we need to go to the Canary Islands or the Virgin Islands this year. I LOVE experiencing other cultures and traditions. Something we don't think twice about, some cultures find rare and amazing. Like this time I went to New Guinea with my Grandma, to visit my brother who's a missionary there. Anyway, we get there and the people were so in awe of my Grandma's white hair. They just don't have white-haired women there. Or if they do, it's a very rare thing. But more than that, they also don't have an infrastructure like America does, of course, yet they survive and are just as happy if not more happy than Americans." I said with a straight face, "So you're saying I was wrong, you don't desire culture?" She cracked up and patted my arm as she said, "You are too much!"
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Then I noticed she had a few opened O's in her writing, so I said, "And you're blunt according to this. If someone asks your opinion, you'll give it to them. Sometimes they don't even have to ask," She got wide-eyed as she laughed and said, "That's true too! Oh, my god, this is fascinating stuff." Naturally, I found in her writing that she likes secrets so I did my "Secrets" pattern on her. After I finished, I asked her, "On a scale from one to ten, how accurate would you say I was?" She replied, "Oh, my god, a solid nine and a half, exactly! This is so fascinating. Did you go to school for this?" I shrugged and said, "No, I was abducted by aliens, and when I was returned, BOOM, Handwriting Analysis Man!" (On that last part I struck a superhero pose, with my fists on my sides) She laughed and said, "Finally, a MAN with implants." We shared a laugh, then I asked her, "So what is it about the Canary Islands or the Virgin Islands, that make them your choice for a vacation this year?" She shrugged, "Never been to either. I have friends who've been to the U.S. Virgin Islands, and the way they describe them, I can just imagine oceans that look so blue, you never knew such a shade of it existed. And a tropical paradise that contains all you want in it, plus a few nice surprises. Something that feels so good that you don't even have to say anything, you just...indulge in it." (HOLY SHIT! She's putting ME into trance with sensory rich descriptions!!!!)
I truly tranced out! So thank goodness I had my micro-recorder to remember what else she said. She continued with, "Ever since I was a little girl I always had this image of the perfect place in the world. A place that had no flaws, and I got to enjoy it as much as I want to. So I guess I'll keep searching, until I find it. But I hope I never do, because a lot of the fun is the searching." (I couldn't have created a better pattern!!!!)
I was a little off for a few seconds, because this was such a surprise to be technically the sargEE instead of the sargER. But it was only for a few seconds.
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When I got my bearings back, I awakened The Bishnighter, and reciprocated to her the good feeling she gave me, by saying, "So as you...think about that water of blue, a blue...in a shade...you never knew existed...and you INDULGE IN THIS EXPERIENCE (self point) THIS ONCE UPON A TIME ENCOUNTER...the more you....FOCUS ON FEELING THIS GOOD...and ...ALLOW YOURSELF TO INDULGE...in whatever may happen...I want to ask you; What special name would you give to this? (self point) A special name that belongs to...just....this. What would you name it?" She closed her eyes, thought about it, and gave it a name. (I'll call it "Jam" so you can follow along later in the story) Just as she named it, I tap anchored her wrist and asked, "How does this feel?" She smiled and took in a deep breath (like you do after a nice nap) then said, "I don't have a word for it, it just feels incredible." (Hmm, now that I'm transcribing this, I just noticed that her reply is a variation of her "you don't even have to say anything" comment a moment ago! Both are basically saying the same thing! Shit I WAS tranced out if I missed that!) I continued with, "Would you like to feel even MORE incredible?" She tilted her head and asked, "What, are you about to ask me out?" I smiled and replied, "No, because that imply a date, and I don't date. No, I was going to show you something that might very well amaze you, I know it amazed ME when I first learned about it." She wrinkled her brow and asked, "Back up a minute to this 'I don't date' thing. How else can you get to know somebody if you don't date?" I replied, "If you and I were to go out on a date, it implies something I'm not comfortable with, which is that I'm interested in a possible relationship with you. Well, I'm not looking for a relationship right now. However, I would enjoy getting to know you better over, say, coffee later tonight, or tomorrow afternoon. It seems to me that just meeting over coffee puts less pressure on either of us to be on our best behavior, and won't put me in the awkward position of declining you a goodnight kiss." She let out a small laugh and said, "If I want a goodnight kiss, I'll kiss YOU." I gave a look of relief as I said, "You mean you DON'T expect a kiss at the end of the night? Oh, thank you! That is so refreshing to hear." She looked at me odd and asked, "Are you serious, or are you being sarcastic?"
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I leaned in and said, "I'm absolutely serious. Just because I'm a guy, doesn't mean I'll sleep with a woman just because she wants me to. Before I'll even give a woman a kiss, she needs to demonstrate to me that she has more to offer than her looks. Beauty is common, but the right attitude is a decision. For example, what are three great qualities about you, and NONE of them can be about your looks?" Without missing a beat she replied, "I'm self-reliant, funny, and persistent. How about you?" I replied, "I'm funny, creative, and I give massages that leave you with a lovely tingle for a week after I'm done." She smiled and said, "By the way, my name is Randi." (Oooh, do you feel RANDY, Baby?)
I told her my name was Bishop (I explain to them that it's a nickname, but that it's easier to remember) Then I felt the time for a takeaway was right, so I said, "I have some stuff I need to get to, but I want to continue this later tonight while the feeling's still nice and warm. How about we meet here later, say six-thirty or so?" She said, "Umm, I AM fascinated to learn more. Sure, this can be fun! But can we make it seven instead?" I said, "No problem, seven it is." Then she asked if we could meet at a different coffee place, because since it was raining she didn't want to have to drive back this way, and the location she suggested was closer to her home. (I'd never been there, but I know where it is...about 2 miles from me!!!!!! So that meant she lived near me as well! YUMMY!) I told her, "Sure. I've never been there, so you can be my guide as to what beverages are good." To stay consistent with my behavior, I went for a handshake instead of my traditional hug. (Be flexible with what is going on.)
Then I said goodbye, and started to leave. BUT, to insure against her flaking,
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I said, "Oh, and remind me to show you that really cool thing that' ll totally fascinate you." (Notice I changed my usual "Amaze" with HER word, "Fascinate.") She said, "I will do that, you can hold me to it." Then I left. Seven rolled around, just as I pulled up. The place was a little busy, most people were staying inside because of the rain. I saw Randi, and she was sitting with a BUNCH of other people. So I shifted into Bishnighter mode, and sought out where my flexibility might be best used. Contrary to her "I don't need validation" act back at the bookstore, I knew this was about me being put on display for inspection and critique. I'm the Bishnighter, I don't go for that shit! So I took charge of the situation...MY way! I walked right up to Randi, took her hand, and pulled her from her group as I said to them, "We'll be back." Randi asked, "What are you doing?" I replied, "Like I said, I've never been here, so I want you to assist me in picking out a good beverage. I like tea." She replied, "Oh, okay." We found me a semi-alright herbal iced tea, and then went back to her "group." Introductions were made, then I said to Randi, "It's too noisy here for me to show you that fascinating thing you wanted me to show you." Randi said, "Oh, darn. Well, we can do it another time though, right?" I said, "Sure, no problem." Then I did something that I made her visibly drop her jaw. I got up, said, "It was nice to meet you all. Bye!" Then turned to leave. Randi asked, "Oh, you're leaving?"
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I said, "You said we can do this another time, right?" She replied, "I meant the thing you were going to show me, We can still sit here and hang out." I smiled and said, "Not with this noise, no way, I value my voice. I wanted to get to know that fascinating woman I met in the bookstore, when she's ready to visit 'Jam' with me again, give her this card. Have fun with your friends." Then I handed her my card, and turned to walk away. I didn't even get to the door before she said, "Those are just people I know from work, I can see them tomorrow. If you don't driving, let's go to Starbucks." (She compromised, so I did to. And off to Starbucks we went!)
We went to a different Starbucks than the one I usually go to, one that I found when Jack Rossmoor and I were being bastards in Bishyland. During the drive, Randi commented, "You seem a bit more aggressive than you were earlier." I smiled and replied, "Earlier I wasn't on display." She didn't say anything. I continued with, "Look, I understand that you wanted the security of your friends. After all, I'm probably not the kind of guy you're used to." She admitted, "Yeah, I'm not quite sure what to make of you yet." I responded to that by saying, "And I'm not quite sure what to make of you either. So what if...just what if...in order for us to ENJOY THIS EXPERIENCE... TO IT'S FULLEST, it requires us to...PUT AWAY OLD UNDERSTANDINGS..OLD PERCEPTIONS...and see tonight through curious eyes...through...FASCINATED eyes...and instead of trying to put this into a category that we're used to...we can create our own category instead." Then I shut the fuck up! She replied with, "Let's see what happens then." A minute or so later we get to the Starbucks. After getting our drinks and sitting down, I asked Randi, "So, ready to discover something....fascinating?"
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She smiled and said, "Fire away." I ask her for her hand, and she gave it to me. I began to do my "Warmth Builder" when I suddenly had an intuition. I asked her, "Randi, are you divorced, or filing for divorce?" She took her hand away and asked me, "Why did you ask me that?" I told her, "I just had this sudden intuition that you were divorced or getting one." Randi said, "I don't believe in that stuff." I said, "There are things that are true whether you believe in them or not." (NOT my creation, I got it from the movie "City of Angels") She asked me, "So do you do tarot cards and stuff too?" I told her, "No. I do meditations, but I certainly don't believe myself to be a fortune teller or anything. Besides, an intuition is something women have, so it's not so strange for a man to have them as well." She relaxed a little and said, "That's true. I guess I'm just not sure how to feel around you." There was a long silence and then she said, "You seem like a fascinating guy, and you seem to have some very nice qualities. Your thoughts sound very encouraging, and we share a similar odd humor. But then the other part me asks why is it you don't have a girlfriend if you're so great?" I smiled and said, "Slow down, Tiger. We're just talking over coffee, not making plans to live together." She got a little defensive and said, "I know that, I'm not...never mind, I don't want to ruin the mood." I then said, "About the girlfriend thing. Well, I guess it comes down to the fact that in the past I haven't found a woman who inspires me beyond my own sense of adventure." She asked, "You need a woman to do that for you?" I replied, "It's not that I need her to do that for me, no. It's just that without a woman to challenge me...and to inspire me...I'd grow bored. And that wouldn't be fair to either one of us."
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Then I kept quiet. The mood seemed to be cooling, so I reached for her hand again, to continue the "Warmth Builder." She smiled and said, "No more intuitions." I replied, "I promise, no intuitions, just body shaking, intense, pleasurable feelings." This got a laugh from her, and made the "Warmth Builder" a smoother process. I took my time, making sure to work out any tension she had. About ten minutes later, as I neared the end of the "Warmth Builder" I asked her, "How does this feel so far?" Her voice was a little traced as she replied, "Mmm, better than I expected so far." Then I finished the "Warmth Builder" and asked her, "Where can you feel it now?" She smiled and said, "My secret." I said, "See, you DO like secrets. The handwriting doesn't lie." (Referring to the handwriting analysis I did earlier with her)
She laughed and said, "I never denied that fact." I heard someone's cell phone go off (Not a rare thing in California) I took this opportunity to run my "New Technologies" pattern, since it seems like just fluff talk. (Available in "Bishop's Journal" ) By the time I got to the part where I say, "Can you imagine what it would be like, if you never had this in your life?" She was starting to go into trance very nicely. I then brought her out of trance b y doing some fluff talk, like asking her if she heard when this rain was supposed to pass, and if she goes to the movies much. We chatted about movies and TV shows for a few minutes, then we got into this very deep conversation about how sound is the only stimulation that covers exact opposites. It can be used to kill, and to bring about sexual fulfillment. (She brought it up. And the truth is, I was very intrigued by her explanations and points. She a damn smart woman!)
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During this conversation I said to her, "You are an amazing woman, you truly are." She smiled and said, "Yes, I know, but don't let that stop you. More, more, please." We shared a laugh, then I launched into my "Amazing Women" pattern. (Gee, another pattern found in "Bishop's Journal" Fancy that! LOL!) She was scanning my eyes like crazy by this point. So I softly said to her, "What?" Randi replied, "I wasn't about to say anything." I smiled and said, "No, but your lips were." I leaned in, but she stopped me and said, "I'm spinning. Give me a moment." I fired off the wrist anchor as I asked, "How are you feeling?" She brought her hands up to her face. I thought she was about to retreat, as she said, "There's something about me I think might change this." I say quiet. She then took my hands, and looked DOWN as she said, "My life's a complicated thing right now. I'm not sure what I want from you or from this night, but.." I asked her, "Would you feel more comfortable talking about this in the car? We'll have complete privacy then." She agreed, so we went to my car. Once inside, I fired off her solar plexus anchor as I said, "Whatever you feel in here, is what you should act on, no matter what else enters your mind." She put one hand on my shoulder, and the other she used to rub the side of my face. Then she said, "My friends drove tonight, so can you take me home?" Her voice wasn't one of those "I want you naked and inside me" soft, but more like a "this is the end of the night" soft. So, not wanting to push it and risk creating defensive barriers as a result, I drove her home.
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BUT, once I was in her driveway, she said, "Come inside." Who am I to argue, she probably needs to be tucked in. We walk into her house, and on the couch is a tall blonde in a bathrobe watching TV. (Cue the porno music)
The bathrobe babe says, "Home early I see." Randi introduces us (Bathrobe babe's name is Chelsea) then takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen. Then she reaches up and kisses me! We kiss for a few minutes then, she says, "Let's go sit with Chelsea." (The way I see it, sitting with one babe who just kissed me, and another who 's in a bathrobe, is good odds!)
The funny thing is, Randi sits me in a chair, then sits herself next to Chelsea! (The name "Ellen" suddenly entered my head)
Randi turned off the television, whispered something to Chelsea, then asked me, "If I told you I was bi-sexual, would that change anything?" (Only the number of condoms I'd be using, sweety-pie!)
I told her, "No. I have bi-sexual friends." Chelsea asked me, "Do you fuck them?" (Shy, isn't she?)
I shrugged , "I fuck them within an inch of their orgasmic life, and leave them twitching in passed out bliss on the bed. Hey, I treat my friends well, what can I say?" This seemed to have lightened the mood in the room, because both of them laughed and Randi said, "I told you he wasn't typical." Then I said, "We're all adults here, so I know none of us cares to play High School games. So I'll tell you straight up I love to eat pussy, and I'd love to taste you both. If you feel you're less than fresh tonight, then I guess none of us will know what tonight might have been like."
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Randi asked, "I thought you wouldn't sleep with a woman just because she'd let you sleep with her?" I smiled and said, "Okay, if you changed your mind, I'll be going." Chelsea got up from the couch and asked me, "Look at you, playing it all cool like you don't care." I joked, "And I worked hard to make it sound convincing." Chelsea laughed and asked me if I wanted a beer. I accepted. So we all three drank a few beers, and shared tid bits about ourselves. The subject of what I do for a living came up, to which Randi took out my card and showed it to Chelsea. Chelsea read my card, "'Amazing experiences, one adventure at a time.' Confident mother, aren't you?" I smiled and teased her with, "If you're lucky, you might found out how true my card is." Chelsea stood up and flashed her pussy at me and said, "Think you can make this bark?" I smiled and said, "Shit, I'll make that fucker howl....twice!" Randi must have gotten a little jealous, because she took a taste of Chelsea, then came over to me and gave me a Chelsea flavored kiss. Things just went progressively wilder after that. Basically...I had another threesome (And gained TWO new "girl scouts" in the process!!!!) I love being me! The Bishnighter
P.s. It turns out I WAS right about her being divorced. Her MARKLAR ex-HAS-BEEN was insecure about Randi eating pussy, so she left his ass! His loss, is my stain!
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Groups of babes For all you guys still stuck on how to approach and sarge groups of women, here is an experience I had last night. Maybe you can FIND VALUE IN THIS. :- )
I was doing some Valentine's Day shopping for my favorite lady friends, and as I was walking in the mall, I saw three babes sitting on a bench, chatting. (two brunettes, one blond, for you Marklars who NEED to know) I approached them and asked, "Which of you has the most Alpha energy?" They looked at me oddly (big shock there, huh?) so I explained, "One of you is the leader, even if it's only on a subtle level, and whichever one of you that is, I want to extend something potentially rewarding for you. So...which of you has the most Alpha energy?" They all laughed to each other, then two of them pointed to one of the brunettes. I extended my hand and asked, "What's your name?" "Karen." She replied. "Karen, my name is Bishop, and I want to get your opinion on something." She looked at me kinda hesitantly, and asked, "You're not doing one of those mall surveys are you?" I smiled and said, "Damn, and I thought I was so slick you'd never catch on." We all shared a laugh, then I asked Karen for her left hand. "Why do you need my left hand?" She asked suspiciously I replied with a smirk, "Because your destiny hangs in the balance." Karen laughed, then gave me her left hand. I ran my index finger lightly into her palm, making little circles, as I said, "There are two kinds of Alpha energies in women, but one is always the more dominant of the two. There is the Alpha energy that causes her to be assertive, and to make good decisions..... Then there's the Alpha energy that motivates her to take chances, and to seek out thrilling adventures wherever they may be." Karen asked, "And you think by rubbing my hand you can tell me which I am?"
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I smiled and said, "No, I wouldn't know the first thing about doing that. I just wanted to see if you'd give me your left hand." They all cracked up, even Karen. Then I said, "But, as the Alpha, I would like to analyze your handwriting and see where that comes from with you." BOOM! By the time I finished Karen's writing, the other two stated, "Do me now." (Aww, an offering to The Bishnighter's Alter, how cute!)
When I was done with all three, I said, "I'm sure you three want to get on with your day, and I need to get going as well, but I'm not one to just let good experiences die of neglect, so what steps can we take to continue this another time?" BOOM! I now have three e-mail address and a phone number from the blonde (named Jillian) I realize some of you don't yet know how to analyze handwriting, but that's no problem! Just do everything else up to that point, because getting rapport with them is the first important step. But as you're doing it, pay attention to which one seems to really be listening with curiosity, and pick that one to run a guided visualization on. Something like, "I sense you create very vivid imagery inside your mind. Here, let's have some fun." Then go through an "Ideal Vacation" guided visualization, or an "Ideal Day Off" if she's in the service or retail industry. This won't all by itself get you laid, but it WILL get you used to approaching groups of women. The Bishnighter
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Bishy's President's LAY Sarge Okay guys, it's been awhile since one of these happened, but here is a sarge I began and closed in the same night. It happened yesterday, President's Day, which I now refer to as President's LAY. (Hurry and grab the lotion now, you'll not want to stop and get it later!)
I spent most of the day hanging out with Riker (or as I've come to refer to it, "I went to Riker's Island.") and left around 6ish to return to Bishyland. I got home, dropped off all my stuff, then went to go grab some dinner. The place I was at, is one of those "restaurant with a bar" places that let's you sit and grub at the bat if you want to. It was 40 minutes for a table, so I just opted to sit and eat at the bar (It amazes me that people never seem to figure out that the bar menu is the exact same as the restaurant menu, so there's ALWAYS a booth!) I notice a group of 6 women, varied in age from about mid 20's to mid/late thirties, sitting in a booth in the bar area, so after ordering my iced tea, I approached them and said, "Excuse me, forgive the interruption, but one of you is giving off a 'good news' vibe, and I wanted to give congratulations to whichever one of you it is." They all smiled and a few of them said, "Nice pick up line." To which I said, "Pick up line? Oh, I'm sorry if I mislead you, I'm not looking right now. But I am deeply flattered just the same." Then I continued with, "So, who has the good news?" One of them said, "We're here without our men, does that count as good news?" They all laughed and a few other agreed with her. I said, "Actually, I'm sorry to hear that you're involved with men who you find it good news to be away from (motion left). What's the problem? Is he still leaving that damn toilet seat up, or leaving his dirty socks everywhere BUT the laundry basket? Or is it simply a matter of you realizing that your man is only filling a role (motion left) when what you know you deserve a man (motion to self) who can fulfill the needs that come from deep inside who you are.....and deep inside the woman you long to be?" One of them replied, "Oh, hell, my husband keeps the bills paid, that's the only fulfillment I need."
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Another said, "No offense, but men in general don't KNOW how to fulfill a woman's needs." I laughed, then said, "No offense, but women shouldn't need a man to fulfill her needs, any more than man should expect a woman to satisfy his needs whenever he wants. But, if that's the general belief of this table, I obviously got the good news vibe from a different table than yours. Sorry for the interruption, enjo y your lives." Then I went back to my booth. About 5 minutes or so later, one of the babes from the table walks by my booth, and says, "Don't mind most of them, the married ones like to man stomp. But they don't speak for all of us." I asked her what her name is (It's Marie) and gave her my name, then she said she'd be back and went off, I assume, to the bathroom. A couple of minutes later, as she was walking by me to return to her table, I called her name, and when she turned around, I asked, "What sport do you play, or is it a martial art that you do?" She said, "What makes you think I do either?" I replied, "Well, the way you carry yourself is elegant, but it also has a discipline to it that I find in many of my friends who plays sports or do a martial art." She said, "Nope, I don't." (But of course I'm already prepared for THAT reply!)
I said, "Really? Then I'd be fascinated to analyze your handwriting, and see where that comes from with you." She asked, "You do handwriting? really?" I said, "Well, it's no parlor trick, but I'll do it for people who seem to have more going for them than their looks. Does that apply to you?" Marie laughed and said, "I don't know, analyze my handwriting and you tell me." She then said, "Give me one second." Then returned to her table and apparently told them she was about to get her handwriting done, because a couple of them got up and followed her back to my booth. Marie sat in the booth, across the table from me, while the two friends stood.
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I did Marie's handwriting......yadda, yadda, yadda....."Oooh, you like secrets!" Then I went onto my "Secrets" pattern (Found in "Bishop's Journal") I was unable to actually to a touch anchor on her solar plexus, so I did what I call a "phantom touch" where I do the motion and they sense it as if they had actually been touched by me. (If they suck in a slight breath as you do it, you know it worked) And then, being the on-the-spot dude that I am, I created some stuff right there! I said, "And the reason why some secrets feel so....mmmm....good, is that they have the same tingly feelings connected to them, that you felt as a little girl, when you were about to discover something new (self point) Something perhaps forbidden....or just advised against....but something that you knew......deep down inside of you.....you couldn't wait to experience." One of the two women who joined Marie said, "Like good sex." They all laughed, then I asked the woman, "Well, if you were to THINK BACK to the last time you had really good sex, did it give you the same tingly feeling as this (self point) really good secret?" She replied, "Honey, it was MUCH better than any secret, it was a discovery!" (Little fly, little fly, stepping onto my web) :- ) I dropped my voice a little and said, "Yes, a discovery that was so very good......you had to...SIT IN SILENCE for several minutes, just thinking about that.....soaking it in... . wondering if it really happened at all. And in your silence you were able to.... EXPERIENCE THAT....again.....and again.....and again." And what do you know, she *gasp* sat in silence a few minutes, at which time I continued with my pattern. I continued by looking at Marie and saying, "So anyway, there you are, as a little girl....becoming more ready with each passing moment, for this wonderful experience to continue. And because you're a little girl, you still have all those boundless amounts of.....fantasy......and imagination......unblocked by any restrictions......so you're untamed.....and......free. And you might not even be aware that there is a color to that (that line I got from Ross) so what color might that be?" Marie said, "Pink, with white swirls." AND HER OTHER FREIND ANSWERED TOO! (Not the one I made go silent) Her friend said, "Mine is turquoise."
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The "silent" chick said, "This is too weird." then walked away. (As my mentor Hannibal says, "Goodie-Goodie.")
I had the friend join Marie in the booth, and introduced myself. She said her name is Terri (dark brown hair, about 5' 7" and a bit more butt than I like to ram my cock into.) then I asked them, "If you were to CLOSE YOUR EYES, and THINK OF THAT COLOR, how vividly can you PICTURE IT RIGHT NOW?" They both said they could see their respective colors very well, so I then asked them, "If you were to make that color form a shape, how easily could you SEE THAT HAPPENING?" They both said they could see it pretty clearly. So, I did something I don't normally do; I did my "Warmth Builder" on them BOTH at the same time. (And while Terri is not someone I would fancy a shag with, she had a great attitude, so I saw this as a way to reward that behavior.)
I began by telling them (with their eyes opened of course) that they seemed to be very visual and imaginative, and asked, "How interested would you both be in seeing a great way to use those qualities that you have?" They said they would be very interested. Then I said, "Great, then what I'm about to show you.......what we're about to do......you can go back later and use to make yourselves feel....mmmm......wonderful, anytime you wish." This got them eager to get started, so I began my "Warmth Builder" (And it's NOT a pattern, it's a structure. So if you ask me for it, don't expect to get a script) When I got to the part where I'm at their "charm zone" (area of the chest where a charm usually rests) I had them both open their eyes, and I anchored the charm zone with a word (don't ask me for it, just create one of your own. It's an anchor, so it doesn't even have to be a real word. Call it "Jabbakinkypants" if you want) Since I wasn't looking to get Terri off, just wanting to leave her feeling good, I ended the Warmth Builder for her and Marie right there. I said, "Now, whenever you want to feel really good like this again, just remember that word." My food had arrived during this time, so they started to leave. I stopped Marie and said, "I realize you probably need to go, and I should eat this food seeing as I have to pay for it and all."
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She laughed and said, "Yeah. But that was really cool, I liked it a lot!" Then I said, "If you're still here in ten minutes, come back and I'll show you something else that just as cool....maybe even cooler. To save time, I'll just jump ahead and let you know that she came back around 10 minutes later, and I did my version of "Ideal Vacation" where I have her give the location a unique name, a name only meant for this vacation spot. About a couple of minutes into it, long before any real good sensory-rich descriptions, her friends said they had to go. Marie said goodbye to them all, and asked a few of them when they were scheduled to work again, then said she'd see them Thursday, and then I had her full attention again. I asked her what she does for a living. She's an Elderly Care Nurse at a local Hospital, along with most of these other women who she had dined with. I asked her, "Elderly care requires some dedication, and a deep compassion. What's your secret for staying cool when dealing with an uncooperative patient?" She said, "They never really put up a lot of resistance, they mainly just accuse us of stealing stuff they misplaced. So, other than that, I just treat them with the respect and dignity I would want if I ever became someone in their position. I don't like that families just drop off their loved ones to us, and hardly ever visit. It breaks my heart too when the family promises to visit on a certain day, so their loved one gets so excited and takes extra time to look nice. But then the families either cancel, or just don't show up at all. So I'll read to them, or listen to their stories, so they don't think people don't care about them." (This wasn't answering my question, but I let it slide, since she WAS revealing something)
I said, "Yeah, I don't like seeing a loved one treated as if they're not cared about. They've lived a long life, so they should be treated with respect and dignity, the same kind of respect and dignity I would want if in their position." Marie smiled and said, "Exactly! That's exactly how I feel!" (Note that in addition to using her own words back to her, I also used a little of the same "away from" phrasing that she did. "I don't want...I don't like." Get it?)
We fluffed about her favorite patients, which lead into her telling me how she'll sometimes watch television with them. What a perfect segue into my "Relationships are like Television" pattern (Found in "Bishop's Journal")
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After I finished the pattern, I said, "Oh, we never did finish that trip to your ideal vacation spot!" So I started from the beginning. I noticed that less than two minutes into it, she started tilting her head to one side. This, as Major Mark would say, is a GOOD THING. So after Yadda, yadda, inside or outside? Yadda, yadda, daytime or nighttime? and so on, I anchored it by having her take my hand as we walked along the shore, and giving her hand a unique double squeeze. Then I told her to give it a special name, a name that was meant only for this vacation spot. She gave it a name (We'll pretend she named it "Booger" so the story flows better) I said, while still holding her hand, "So how does this feel (fire off anchor) enjoying 'booger'?" (Now the anchors are stacked on top of each other, which makes it more powerful)
She opened her eyes, and softly replied, "Like a dream." (Hmm, might The Bishnighter have a "dream" pattern of some kind? YES, there' s one right here in his left coat pocket! How lucky is that?) :- )
I ran my "The Known Stranger" pattern, which goes like this.. "Do you remember your dreams?" She says, "Yes." (Marie actually said, "Sometimes." For those keeping score at home) :- ) "I do too. I sometimes have dreams about people I've never even met. But sometimes....I have dreams that start out feeling....like I don't know the person.....but then.....it turns out ......it's not that I never knew them...I just never knew them like...that.....I mean, here you are...in your dream....talking with this person (self point) and the more you....LISTEN TO WHAT'S BEING SAID....the more you....BECOME FACINATED....with every.....single ....word.....And it's almost like....in a very short period time....you...FEEL COMPLETELY SAFE....so you FEEL TOTALLY AT EASE...it's as if you...and this person.....are connected (motion back and forth between you both) by some...growing.... glowing ..... cord of light...and the brighter......and warmer.....that cord gets.....the more you....FEEL MESMORIZED....by this encounter. The whole world.....no longer exists .....outside this encounter....And YOU WANT THIS TO CONTINUE... again...and again...and again. This person (self point)...makes you feel...Mmmm....so unlike anyone....you've ever .....met......in your life. In fact, you're feeling so good.....you realize it's just a dream ......because this is too good.....to be real....So you wake up.....and you go about your day....And it's not until you....SEE THIS FACE (trace a circle around your face)....of this person....that you realize...this is the person from your dream....And you.....FEEL A
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FLOOD....of emotion flow from you.....because you realize now.....it's not that you never knew this person....you just never knew this person like.....THIS...until now." Marie was quiet and just stared at me with a nice scanning of my eyes as she smiled. I shut up so as to let everything sink in for her. Finally, she let out a small laugh, looked away and asked, "That was...pretty good. You really have a really nice way with saying things." I smiled and replied, "And you have a really nice way with feeling things. How would you like to feel even better?" She blushed and said, "Trust me, it's probably not possible sitting in here." I said, "Is that right?" and as I said this, I fired off the wrist anchor. Marie smiled and said, "This does feel good, I must admit to that." I asked, "Does it feel as good as.......(took her hand and squeezed it to fire off the anchor) 'booger'?" She turned SO RED! I smiled and replied, "See, it's not that it's not possible, it's just you' ve never met someone who could pull it off." Marie leaned in and asked me, "Just so we both know what's happening here, are you looking to take me back to your place? Is that where this is leading?" I purposely got quiet, and gathered my thoughts on how to best answer that question. It was a VERY important question to her, so I had to be sure I didn't answer it with any ambiguity. After a few moments, I looked her right in the eye and said, "You're a very attractive woman, and I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't want to take you home. But..." She smiled and asked, "But?" I replied, "But I'm not of a mind to give a gift to someone who's not of mind to appreciate it. So if we're going to do this, you have to be sure. I don't want you looking back on this and saying it was a moment of weakness. So maybe we should stop now, while I still have some resistance left" She scanned my eyes and said, "You're not going to toss out a challenge like THAT and then just walk away."
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And with that she brushed her foot as close to my crotch as her legs could reach, and continued scanning my eyes. I got out of the booth, took her by the hand, and walked her into the Men's bathroom. She hesitated at first and said, "Oh, my god, in here?" I checked real quick for anyone inside, and there was one guy washing his hands, so I guided her into the corner, near the pay phones, and gave her a most Bishy sensual kiss. When we parted she said, "Is your head spinning too?" I guided her hand to my crotch and asked, "I don't know, you tell me." She laughed a little girl laugh, then asked, "Where did you come from? This is little city girl is not familiar with this kind of thing." Around this time, the guy left the bathroom, so I quickly pulled her in, and we went into the handicapped stall. (More room in them, plus it's not like some paraplegic is going to go, "Damn, *I* was gonna have sex in that stall!!!!")
Marie was hesitant, but I "gave her the finger" and she was cool with it after that. And, unlike my similar experience in a local bookstore women's bathroom, we managed to NOT get banned from the restaurant as a result. (See, chicks get pissed hearing another chick getting shagged in the bathroom, but dudes will just sit there and look at each other and go, "Lucky bastard!") So, there ya' have it! My latest great Bishy Quickie! Bishop "I love being me!"
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Legs of Seduction Brothers, Once again...I have a little observation. Geez....will they ever stop? I got up this morning to make a run down to the local Barnes&Nobel. After browsing for a while I picked up a book by Joseph Campbell on Mythology (A passion of mine). After checking out, I hit Apple Bee's Bar and Grill for lunch. I was seated and after ordering a grilled chicken salad I opened my book and began to read. (I just finished my Hooked on Phonics course so I’m pretty excited :)
After a few minutes the waitress refills my drink and casually asks what I am reading. Oh my....should I or shouldn't I? Now this waitress wasn't what would be stereotyped as a Goddess, but was definitely a cutie with glasses and hair pulled back in a pony tail. To be honest, I cannot really say that I had the intention of seducing anyone. Which is why I am writing this observation. Anyway, I say: Me: Well, its basically about how people need principles and dreams to live by. Her: Mythology? (She was looking at the cover) Me: Yeah. Give me your opinion on this idea would you. Her: Sure...shoot. Me: Well, this basically says that people...NEED THIS(sp)... type of structure in their life...in order to feel like they have meaning and purpose. Have you ever just felt like there was something missing....DEEP INSIDE YOU(cp)...and that you really needed... SOMETHING TO FILL THAT(sp)...whether it be a...NUDE ERECTION.. in your life or possibly a whole new life in general? Her: All the time. That’s funny you bring this subject up because I was discussing something similar with my roommate.. Yadda Yadda Yadda.
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Ok, the point is we ended up talking for 2 HOURS while she was on shift! I ended with a basic "You know...this has been a GREAT(sp) and UNIQUE(sp) conversation. Its too bad that...SOMETHING WITH SO MUCH POSSIBILITY...has to end here." Well, she gave me her number on the spot and wants to meet at the LSU coffee shop tonight to "further discuss this". On the way home I was really meditating on what happened as I always do. (If I ever get to meet any of you guys, I will drive you CRAZY by the amount of questions I ask. Its just something I do by habit. I am extremely curious about whatever I am interested in) Well, I remembered something I read about in an NLP book. It was called "References" I believe. Basically the principle says that our Belief Systems and supported by "references" sort of like a table top is supported by LEGS. The more "references" you have in any given area...the more sturdy the table...or belief. An example would be that if you were learning a new skill... an electrician for example. At first you don't have any past successes with working in this field...so you doubt almost EVERY move you make...not wanting to screw up (not a good area TO screw up in) But after you have fixed several things successfully, you have 'references' to base your belief in future successes by. You have more LEGS to support your belief in yourself as an electrician. This made me think of SS. When we first get started with this awesome material, our belief about our ability to be a master seducer is weak...because most of our lives we have supplicated and/or never really succeeded with women. So we struggle with doubts, nervousness, embarrassment etc...UNTIL that FIRST SUCCESS. After that first success you're like "Hey now... this shit works!" So the next time you go out into the world your belief about yourself is a little more STABLE. A leg has been added under your belief for support. The next attempt is a little or allot easier because your BELIEF in yourself as a master seducer has something to support it. The next SUCCESS adds another leg under your table. Now your table of belief is starting to be balanced somewhat (more stable) And quite frankly, a SUCCESS doesn't have to be getting laid. It could very well be just TALKING to a woman. I know in my life, just being able to make eye contact with a beautiful woman was a MAJOR success. From there I went to talking, then to talking without mumbling...etc The point is with each success, you add another LEG under your belief to where, pretty soon, you have enough legs of reference under you that you ALMOST NEVER doubt your ability.
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To see an example of this in person...find someone you know who is a little shy or a complete introvert. A person who walks with his head down. Now, get two gorgeous babes to go up to him, nibble his ear and call him sexy for a few days. Next thing you know little Casanova is strutting his stuff, holding his crotch and saying "What-up my man...you seen one of my HO's around here?". This post is geared towards those guys that seem to hit a wall with their actually going out and trying this material. Yes, there are mental exercises that could completely switch everything around...but some guys, I think, need an actual successful experience. The material WORKS guys...we have all proved that. And here’s the BEST part, today reminded me that there will be a point where you have SO MANY legs under your belief, SO MANY successful references....that soon you will switch into AUTO PILOT! Soon you will be just sitting there, and BAM...all of this great material will just start to pour out of you....FLOW BABY FLOW! Just like a sponge filled with water...just try to even gently nudge it and stop water from leaking out :) Then its like putting flowers or other items on your table. Soon your confidence in yourself and your ability will be so strong, it will be an unconscious thing. Then you can build on top of the table now...you can build and add to your life without ever second guessing you belief table....you will KNOW with every ounce of your being that YOU are a MASTER SEDUCER...and nothing can change that damn it! NOTHING! Rome wasn't built in a day, and every table needs legs.. so get out there and get the damn LEGS! I am trying everyday to add more and more legs under my table of belief. I need work, but I am getting stronger and so will YOU! Let me close with this...this is just MY experience. I could be completely BassAckwards...so PLEASE, post your experiences and thoughts. I know I want to benefit from all the knowledge this massive list of SS masters has buried within it...so LET'S GET IT ON! To firm sexy legs, Merlin PS. "By the way...any of you seen one of my HO's around here? :o)
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Gothic Seduction Bros, Today was a good day. I did something that usually I shy away from for various reasons. A meet her, bang her same day type of deal. Here are the details: I spent some time at the huge ass LSU library today just to relax. I needed a break from work...big time. Anyway, I was on the fourth floor WAY in the back. I was in search of the section that held the books on Magick...and couldn't find my way worth a piss. So I’m walking around like an idiot ok...and I pass this aisle and notice a really cute Goth chic. Natural black hair, leather pants and a pretty nice shirt. actually she looked like a Mid-conversion goth chic. Not quite made it to FULL on goth yet. I am usually a 'condition them' kind of guy. Thats just what I prefer...a consistent friend/ lover. But she was cute and had that real sexual draw that a lot of Goth chics have. That Nasty Sex type of energy. So I walk up and say "Excuse me...but" She replies: "Not interested" I’m like...what? Completely blew a circuit ok. Didn't even let me finish. Obviously by the way we were dressed you could tell that we are from different sides of the Mississippi ok. So I switch into cocky mode and say: "ok...Its a good thing that I wasn't interested in you...because THAT just told me that you aren't the passionate, vibrant type of person that you appear to be and that you have nothing any different to offer than the rest of the airheads around campus. Have a great day." I walk off and get about 4 rows down and hear..."What did you just say?" I turn around and look and there she is walking up to me. I thought she would be pissed but she had a curious look on her face. I say: "Look, I am just wanting to find the section on Magick...that’s what I was going to ask you. I can find it on my own thanks." I turn and walk off again. She calls out "Wait..."
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I turn around and sigh...."Yes?" Her: "Magick? What exactly are you looking for?" Me: "I was wanting to find a book on Chaos Magick. And I cant find a damn..." Her: "Chaos, really? That’s on two I think." Me: "Two? Ok, I got my ass lost in this big freaking place and thought I was going to need rescuing for a while there." She laughs at this. So I go on about my helplessness in finding my way around that horrible maze. I get her laughing some more and she finally says: Her: "Sorry for the attitude. I’m PMSing and I had a fight with a friend this morning. So I came here to relax and have some quiet." Me: "Its fine...this place has a lot of dickheads anyway. You were just trying to have some peace and quiet. I understand completely. Well, enjoy your quiet time." Her: "hey, I was on my way down to two anyway...I will show you where the Chaos books are." Me: "Great, I was going to have to ask for a map anyway." Giggles While we are walking off she says: "I am sorry about the attitude. Im here from Florida and I am finding out that I seem to stand out a little around here. I thought you were going to say something mean." I say: "Its ok really...you DO stand out, but in a very attractive way. I come here a lot and it seems that all the girls have this mean attitude. But you have a very warm energy..." Her: "Really? What do you mean?" Me: "You just have an energy that says: I’m different(sp) , I’m special(sp)...I have unique things to offer(sp) and I don’t take shit from anybody(sp)., She laughs and says: "Well I don’t take shit from anybody. and thank you, that was nice. I’m curious about your interest in Chaos Magick. Are you in the arts?" Me: "Not really...I’m just learning. But I do find the subject very fascinating.
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Her: "Oh Magick is extremely fascinating and very powerful if done properly. But you need to watch what you dabble in.”
*** I run the "Fascination Pattern ***
(One thing I notice guys...New Agers, Goth and spiritual people make AWESOME trance subjects. They are used to seeking answers and insight from the inside of themselves. So any reference you make to internal things...BAM they are RIGHT THERE!)
I’m getting some great responses from the Fascination Pattern, so I anchor that to me (obviously). We reach the elevator and get in. I decided to use this setting to really fuck with her. Me: "You know what I just love about elevators?" Her: "what?" Me: "The way the door shuts and...SHUTS OFF THE REST OF THE WORLD....Its like YOUR...own personal hiding place from mean people...INSIDE THIS PLACE...it's QUIET... its...PERFECTLY STILL....NOT A SOUND...is made. And every second... YOU GO DEEPER...FARTHER DOWN...into MORE QUIET PLACES ...into a... PERFECT STILLNESS...Into a place that’s....SPECIAL(sp) and...ALL YOUR OWN(sp) We reach the second floor and I new she would break trance if the place was crowded... so I figured I would go ahead and fractionate her trance. When the door opens I say in my normal voice and playful tone: "Then the damn door opens and screws the whole thing up!" She looked stunned for a few seconds, then starts laughing and says: "Yep...there goes serenity" Ah...now I have a trance word for her!
She starts leading me around the second floor and says: "Are you in plays or screenplay productions?" Me: "No! Why do you ask?" Her: "You just have a great voice...its peaceful. Very alluring." Me: "Thank you...maybe later I will show you a neat trick."
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Her: "Show me now!" Me: "I cant show you now...I probably don’t have the time even if I wanted to." Her: "Are you in a hurry?" Me: "Always..." Her: "Oh ok...well I better show you the Chaos books"
(Ok we fluff talk for a long time. Magick, school everything. We talk about dreams and desires. She wanted to be an artist and recording artist. We were talking about childhood when she said something profound...at least for the seduction. She said that growing up she was always afraid of the dark! And that she used to hide under the cover and talk to her imaginary friends to stay calm. I could tell this was a BIG issue for her just be the tone in her voice.) So, I went into altered version of a pattern I created called "The Knight Light" where I take the image of a light in the darkness...and make it safe, alluring and magical. Then I anchor the image of the light to ME...so when they picture the light...they picture ME. Me: You now, I used to be afraid of the dark to (this is true). Actually I was terrified of the dark growing up! Her: Really...you to huh? Me: Yeah, but I found something that forever stopped it. A magical thing(sp) with the power(sp) to make all the bad, mean things go away.. Her: "What was it?" Me: "Well, I used to have a night light, but it didn't really help." Her: Mine neither. The little bastard only seemed to make the shadows worse Me: "Well one night I was laying in bed and I STOPPED... and began to...SEE SOMETHING DIFFERENT(sp)... something...SO DIFFERENT(sp)...SO WONDERFUL(sp) I looked over at that little light...and in my mind...I Began to MAKE IT BIGGER...BRIGHTER...WARMER. And as I began to FOCUS... on THIS KNIGHT LIGHT(sp)... I could...FEEL...all the bad stuff slip away...It was as if I had opened a MAGICAL DOORWAY(sp) and walked through in another world. THIS ALLURING KNIGHT LIGHT(sp) was everywhere I looked ...everywhere I went. THIS KNIGHT LIGHT(sp) WAS really the othe r world. But I could never see it until...NOW And the more I saw...THIS ALLURING LIGHT(sp) the ...BRIGHTER.. and...WARMER it got....then suddenly...the light changed
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into a figure....A FIGURE OF ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES(sp) and WONDER(sp) ...a BEING OF POWER(sp) a...BEING OF PROTECTION(sp) from all the mean things in my room. Then...THIS KNIGHT LIGHT(sp) spoke.. in a...WONDERFUL SERENE VOICE(sp) a voice as peaceful as a summer pond. I lower into a whisper: “You know what the voice said?” Her: hhhhhhhhuh? Me: Now barely audible ( I do this to force her to listen. I am wanting her to shut out any remainder of the external world) "It said....SURRENDER TO ME....YIELD TO ME.... LET GO...TAKE MY HAND (I held out my hand and she took it) COME WITH ME....NOW. FEEL ALL THAT I HAVE TO OFFER YOU..." I pulled her hand just a little as a way of leading and she fell right into my arms and kissed me. We make out like this for a while...then I tell her a story about a princess that hears rumors of a dragon that lives inside of a cave nestled into the side of a magic mountain. The princess can hear the dragon roaring at night and to make a long story short... eventually follows the roar into the dragons lair...and finds the dragon isn’t roaring...but weeping. She eventually MOUNTS the dragon and her takes her off into the night. Now there is a VERY sexual theme to this story. There is a part where she has her legs wrapped around the dragons neck while he beats his wings and fly's. With every beat of his wings...his muscle flexes between her thighs. Her legs get hot....then weak and soon she is kissing the dragons neck and squeezing her legs tightly around his powerful neck. The story is from my "Dragon Tears" collection which I will be posting shortly. So I am telling her this story and kissing her neck during the accompanying part. Thank God the LSU library is so big and thanks to being in a remote section (Magick) its empty. When I get to the part where her legs are set a blaze I slip one hand down the front of her pants and into her. Which I went slowly in case she wasn't ready...but she unzipped her pants to allow me a better reach....GREEN LIGHT! As I build on the story and it peaks I slip another hand down the back of her pants into her ass, which I was surprised she was ok with. A lot of chics aren't but as the saying goes: You have not because you ask not?" It never hurts to gently try. (But please trim and file your fingernails for this guys...nothing will turn them off quicker than a sliced and diced ass or puss!) Now guys...this going to sound funny as hell but it was great. I was standing to the side of her, had a hand in the front and in the back. I have one finger in each hole ok...palms opens and cupping her. I am rotating my hands in a opposite directions and actually
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lifting her a few inches off the ground, like on the tips of her toes. I timed my rotation with the pace of my speaking to give the illusion of slowly flapping dragon wings. Lift....lower...lift....lower....flap....flap...flap Yes I know I’m a freak ;o) The principle is great. If you can arrest her bodily sensations and make them congruent with verbal leading.....its AWESOME. They will completely surrender to you. You are capturing EVERY major sense and sensation and walking them down the path of ONE CONGRUENT TRANCE. EVERY SENSE going in ONE DIRECTION!! Anyway, she orgasms and flops on the floor. I felt like my freaking arms were gonna fall of as well. A real workout for arm muscles :o) Try it and you’ll see. We hug, kiss blah blah blah....I ask her if she is hungry...so we got eat at a local restaurant and then head back to my house. We talk... I read her poetry and soon we end up in the shower. Nasty sex indeed. Thank god for the shower ;o) Anyway, that’s my latest adventure fella's Hope you enjoyed it To sticky fingers and flapping wings, Merlin SargyCon 2001 news coming soon! Sorry the post is cut in some areas....there was a LOT of talking and it is 4am in the morning as I write this. So I’m TIRED as hell.
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Doin' Debbie at Disneyland Hey Bro's, Before I start, I have to say that I had a great time hangin’ out with Ross himself and Zack this last Friday... We were at the 3rd street promenade at Santa Monica... Tons of gorgeous HB's... We weren't really in Sarge mode, out of respect for the Adopt a Homeless Kitty organization that we were there to support but it was fun just to hang out with the Guru and watch how he talked to the gals... totally down to earth and playful. I can still hear him saying, "True Furry Love... Furry love right here!"... and the HB's flocked around us... :) Well Bro's, here's my latest close which happened today... This is a gal I met through AFF (Yes... Adultfriendfinder)... Debbie... I had sent her my letter of my 3 qualities of Sexuality... On Thursday, I got a same day reply with an offer to go to Disneyland with her on Sunday... Not being one to turn down a gorgeous Babe (Her handle is "Danger" on AFF; check her out her naked pics [This link may or may not work: http://adultfriendfinder.com/cgi-bin/w3com/pws/ffadult/QRhIzvQq0rcyZbQIA4Y KzmnPHhLcouvgSHPhCdeU4F8VKvtPDQhZEmPKdial51IvmU_VuVcuINqTLj2SvMu WN8IGn5EIk8TmP0PQVEaxkowDKCe9Uoc12bfipTSOg_I_ISfqnWk66jb ]... but Shhh! Don't sarge her and don't get me busted!...) and an opportunity to discovery channel pattern the hell out of her, I said sure... She' 35 y/o, blond, sexual, suggestible and a little older but looks like a model with a killer bod!....(BTW, here's my 3 sexual qualities email pattern)
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Hey XXXXX, You know, I read your profile and thought ..."This is a woman who is in touch with her sexuality"... What are the things that you find exciting and thrilling about sexuality?... To me it's about Anticipation, Desire, and Surrender,... Anticipation... It kind of reminds me of that feeling that you get when...well, I don't know if you like chocolate, but if you do you'll understand... it's like you save this piece and you think about it all day long ...and you can imagine what it would be like to have it in your mouth...and you can imagine that smooth texture against you tongue ...and then there's that moment when you brush it against your lips ...and then you put it in your mouth ... and that first molecule of sweetness hits your tongue... and it's like this
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explosion of taste, sensation, and pleasure inside your mouth... as you take it all inside ...mmmMMMM :) Desire... Is it just like you can imagine desperately wanting someone, feeling that burning desire, to the point where you feel so on fire, so wanting it, that you put everything else out of your mind, and your single focus, your only goal RIGHT NOW is to have that fulfillment that you're yearning for. And that feeling of desire grows so intense, that you're keenly aware of your opportunities RIGHT NOW, and your so alive with that passion that you can see your opportunities right in front of you, and you feel compelled to act on your desires, and take this opportunity before you miss out, because you know, deep down inside, that you want this, for all of your own reasons, and because you decide to take this RIGHT NOW, you get the fulfillment of all that passion to.... Mmmmm..... ENJOY... Surrender... What is it about the concept of surrender... the act of surrender... the moment of surrender... one's will to surrender? I think it's about that aspect within ourselves where we open up to an experience... a feeling... a sensation... or a change within our life that is like being "swept away"... It's a feeling and a power that is much larger than ourselves... and what is it that brings that about? How does that manifest itself in our lives? I think women often look for this in their lives and its something that the y cry out for... It's the way they realize and manifest love in their lives ...in a way that touches them in that unique and wonderful way... It's a transformational experience... to allow yourself to be swept away by an emotion... by a feeling ...by a physical sensation... Now, with me, I find myself wanting to share and explore all of those experiences... in all of those ways... I'm in XXXXXXX. I'm 31 y/o, single, attractive and D+D free... I'm a College Student and am on Summer Break so I have all this free time and am looking for exciting ways of spending it... With you, how does your summer look?... I'm totally down to earth and open... If you're the kind of person who is open to a sense of adventure ...who wants to explore and enjoy every aspect of yourself and share that experience fully... then we need to hook up... Chris P.S. If you find that you want to call me as soon as you read this, my number is (XXX) XXX-XXXX P.P.S. My email is [email protected] Email me at this account because I haven't been getting all my responses through the AFF service. P.P.P.S. Attached is a picture of me about 2 months ago. ------------------End Email---------------------------------
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We had about 2 phone conversations before meeting which I kept to a minimum... during which I did some light patterning and conversational elicitation of her trance words... asking her what kinds of things she really enjoyed doing when she was on vacation... She said she was into waterskiing and fast cars... So we meet outside her work this morning... She was Hot! Blond hair, blue eyes, and a killer bod... She drove down to Disneyland during which I took the opportunity to do some state elicitation as well as some sexually ambiguous languaging... "So you like waterskiing huh?", I asked. "What is it about waterskiing that you enjoy?" She started describing how exciting it was to feel the water moving so fast under her ski's and the wind blowing through her hair... and also fast cars... with loud motors... loving how the vibration of the car felt as she pushed on the gas... (Anchor Applied)(Kinesthetic type...definitely!) I then got out my trusty "Tingler" which I just received from www.anythingforlove.com (Thanks Ross)... I said to her, "You know, you totally sound like you're a "kinesthetic" type... you like body sensations and how things feel don't you?" She agreed... "Check this out". I said, as I got the tingler out of my book bag. She gave me a weird look and said, "What is that!" "Here's what you do," I said as I started to do the tingler on her head...She LOVED it!!!... She could hardly drive straight! She said: "This feels almost as good as...Sex?", (Anchor Applied) I said..."Don't think about sex... about how good it feels and how you enjoy it so much... you know, that just wouldn't be appropriate.", She smiled and said, "SEX, SEX, SEX, at Carl's Jr....I'm hungry." We went through the drive-through and she ordered a meat something and I just had some OJ. Since I'm vegetarian, I took the opportunity to ask if she liked meat... "I LOVE meat..." she said... "I like a big juicy steak the best!"... I responded with: "So you like it big and juicy huh? ...what is it that you like best about meat... is it the way that it tastes... the juicy texture as you bite into it and just wrap your tongue around it... feeling all those wet juices just running down your throat... or is it the smell... so raw... and do you like it hard or soft...?" (Anchor stacked)
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"Are we still talking about meat?" she said as she smiled... "Of course...big, juicy, fat and raw meat"...I returned. She went on to describe how she what she like about a big juicy steak... the taste... raw... the soft texture... and the juices... (Anchor stacked) I pretty much patterned her and elicited and anchored states all day long with her... Some of the most notable was the condiment anchoring that I did at lunch... eliciting her 3 top values... the sugar packet thing ...and I also mapped out the table... when she would talk about bad states I would play with the cup on my right hand side, when she would talk about good states, I would play with the cup on my left side... of course taking care to move the cup closer as I observed her good state intensifying... I got to the point where I could almost control whether she talked about a good state or a bad state as well as the intensity of that state by which cup I played with and what I did with the cup... Of course, I made sure to drink out of the "good" cup only and finished that cup down to the last drop... (Going first, intent and Rapport were essential... Get the Essential Skills Anchoring Videos! http://www.essential-skills.com/advanced_anchoring.htm ) During the Pirates of the Caribbean I made sure to fire off the anchors that I had stacked to the inside of her right arm... and as we rounded the corner in the boat on the ride... we got to the "treasure" scene as my fingers hit "treasure" down her pants! I know it's bad... but she was breathing hard and enjoying it... As the ride finished, we got off and got a dirty look from a grandma that was sitting behind us! And yes... I HAD to do the Discovery Channel pattern... She really got into it and I of coursed stacked my anchor... We really didn't feel like staying at that point and waiting in the hot sun for the various rides... very crowded too, so we headed home... We arrived in front of her work where I had left my car and well...she jumped me... yes, in her car, in front of her work, in broad daylight, no tinting on the windows... she put her seat back and we had mutual oral satisfaction. I said after, "You know, let's just go to my place..." as I fired off my stacked anchors on the inside of her right arm... being totally in state and mustering up all the intent that I could... She looked at me right in the eyes and said: "I'm being so bad... you know I can't resist!" I jumped out of her car and we each drove our respective cars to my place... The rest was... let's just say ...abundant, moist, hot, and juicy pinkness! Chris
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My First Cube Success Here it is guys, enjoy. Gentlemen, in this as well as the following post I will tell you about my last two full closes in great detail and reveal to you a new technique I have been using that has greatly reduced flaking by increasing rapport very early on. (those of you on ASF will be familiar with it but you'll now see my particular way of using it to sarge these lovely young ladies.) Sarge number 1 : A young nubile 19 year old I had met at a local college where I had given a recital (those of you who don't know me, I'm a concert pianist). I talked with her for 15 minutes after the concert and got the digits. Fifteen minutes into our first phone conversation I fire my new technique : 'Have you ever been cubed?' I ask. She replies: 'What?' I say: 'the cube. It's an ancient visualization game that will reveal things about yourself that even your best friends don't know. Also, I get to find out if you're the kind of person I might want to get to know better. I've got a few minutes so let's try it. You'll really love it. I guarantee it!' She says: 'OK' Now guys a word of advice, as you read the following sarge, answer the questions at the same time for yourself and play the game using your imagination. DON'T CHEAT! Because you will ruin the fun since you can only do the cube once. Then you'll not only be impressed at the results it will yield but you will also learn how to interpret it so you can do it with a woman. 'Imagine a desert' I tell her. ' This can be a real desert you know, one you've seen in pictures, or a pure fantasy. In this desert there is a cube. How big is it? What color? What texture? What is it made of (if you can tell)? Is it solid or hollow (if you know)? How far is it from you? Is it sitting flat on the sand, or in some other position? Write down five adjectives describing your cube the mood it conveys as well as its physical qualities. Now in the desert there is also a ladder. What's the ladder made of ? Where is it (in relation to the cube)? Approximately how many rungs does it have-many, several , a few?” I Continued with: “In the desert there is also a horse. What kind of horse is it? What color? Where is it? What is it doing? Does it have on a saddle or bridle, or not? If so what
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kind? Somewhere in the desert is a storm. What kind of storm is this? Where do you see it? And does it affect the cube, the ladder, and the horse, or not? If so, how? And finally, in this desert there are flowers? Where are the flowers? Are there many, or a few? What color, what kind?' (don't read any more until you guys have your picture clear in you head! Then and only then read on...)
She thinks about all this and gives me the following description : 'My cube is small, it's resting flat on the ground and is the same color as the desert. It's hollow. My ladder is made of wood, has a lot of rungs and is lying on the ground next to the cube. It's standing straight and pointing towards the sky. My horse is lying on the ground next to the cube and he's sleeping. My flowers are beautiful and spread out all around the cube but aren't actually touching it. The storm is big but it's sort of moving away from the cube and the rest of the picture, towards the horizon' ' All right then' I answer. The cube represents you!! The way I interpret it , you are a soft spoken introverted woman. (the size of the cube represents ego and your perception of your place in the world, Christ what I would pay to see Ross' cube! Just kidding buddy!)You don't like to stand out from your environment which is why your cube is the same color as the desert. My guess is that you feel very uncomfortable around people who are extroverted and talk loudly (as I’m saying this I'm talking softer and slower, since her cube has just indicated the preferred way of communication). The fact that it is hollow may mean you are confused about who you are. Waiting to be fulfilled with the energy of someone strong and inspiring. 'Wow!' she exclaims. ' that's exactly right. In fact I dumped my last boyfriend because he was SO loud when we were with other people, I couldn't stand the embarrassment. And I do feel like I 'm not sure of who I am at the moment. I have a lot of unanswered questions.' 'Good. So let's go on to the ladder and the horse : The ladder represents your social circle. A wooden ladder can mean that your friendships are warm, loyal and comfortable but on the negative side, you can be easily hurt and overly tolerant. The fact that your ladder is lying on the ground (a rather rare thing) can mean that you depend on your friends mostly for fun and companionship. Nothing too intense. But it can also mean that you may have friends who are ill, down, and out, or in trouble. Perhaps you have a tendency as well to be a bit of a slacker or a party animal.' 'Well, you have a point' she says. 'I've just discovered I need to move out of my apartment because all my roommates do is smoke pot and party all night. I myself smoke too much pot and am not getting enough work done. Wow! This cube thing is impressive!
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I continue, 'Your horse represents your lover. The fact that he is lying on the ground indicates to me that your sex life is dormant right now. For some reason, you don't feel passionate about sex at this point in your life.' 'Right again! The reason is because between the ages of 14 and 16 I was molested by a guy who was thirty. I babysat for him and he took advantage of me. And now I admit that I do tend to be attracted to guys who are jerks. Right now there's a part of me that doesn't want to be a woman. I would rather remain a little girl. (This explained that fact that she had a tendency to giggle a little too often. That and the pot...)
'The flowers represent children in your life. You love them but are not ready to have any since they are rather far from your cube. The storm indicates how you view problems in your life. In your case, the storm is receding into the distance meaning perhaps that a new chapter is opening for you, one with exciting new opportunities and new directions. (obvious portal to SS languaging.)' Needless to say She was blown away. I had so much rapport by then that we made plans for her to come over to my place the following week, skipping the coffee date entirely. She did. The first time , we dry humped and hugged . She didn't want to kiss. But thanks to the cube and its revelations into her problems, I understood that patience would be necessary. Now I don't make it a habit to sarge chicks with histories as nasty as hers, but in her case I made an exception because I knew that behind that girlie exterior lay a hot and horny woman wanting desperately to explode. I knew this because of the way she ate a strawberry I fed her while we were sitting on my couch. The way she wrapped her tongue around it had me looking down to make sure my zipper hadn't exploded, just to give you an idea. The second time she spent the night, after lots of SS I finally ending up making out with her (she's an incredible kisser) but still no full close. Then I simply forgot about her and sarged other women (not that I had ever stopped.)Well, one day out of the blue she called me and told me she wanted to come down to Montreal (she was living in a small town two hours away and had no car ) just to see me. I could tell this wasn't an offer to help me prepare my income tax. I wasn't disappointed. She showed up and didn't waste a minute. We had the most intense sex I've ever had. This next part is the beauty of it. After admitting that she had no problems imagining herself making out with another woman ( Gee I wonder how that subject came up! ;-) she also admitted to me that though after our second meeting her perception of what relationships were supposed to be (she was heavily into the typical 'someday-my-princewill come-sweep-me-off-my-feet and -marry-me-and-we'll-live-happily-ever after mindset) had been severely shaken by my description of the 'friends plus program' (credit to Rick for that one), she had an incredible revelation that this was far better for her than the way she use to be. She told me that she now feels like a real woman and that she is so
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