Wondertastigoric, Thanks for Asking!
An unusual set of circumstances today had me reviewing my list of NLP enabled boyfriends ( the most recent two qualify to be sure, with a couple of stragglers in the maybe/has psych degree column, ((don't even get me started on that!))) and why these particular chaps with this particular, fairly specific, esoteric skill set end up in the DeVille orbit.
Uh, duh? Right, you study NLP, chica, so, of course you know NLPeeps, right? Nuh-uh. neither Max nor PK came to me as a direct result of my interest in NLP, in fact I didn't know anything about NLP until after Max & I were dating.(<---insert red flag here)
And so it goes that today I started working on a project w/ an actual NLPeep, C. Shanty, and recognized the " Hay I'm really fantastic, and life it is grand"
fugue shortly thereafter.
This is a skill, Right? Who wouldn't want their interactions to be characterized by all parties feeling really groovy. Hells yeah.
I've mentioned before that there are certain people (ahem) with whom I feel quite at ease and connected naturally, often resulting in illuminating discourse, always in our own amusement ( am I right, heh?)
What's most excellent is that it's a behavior that can be modeled, therefor replicated. Em , so, you mean, uh, engineered? Well, kind of , I do.
As I understand it, one of the ways to experience the benefits of NLP is to integrate more rewarding routines into your behavior so that it becomes natural to create rapport ( for example)
Over the weekend Clever & I were on our way to drinks & dins w/ C.S. & his (NLP enabled) wife, and I was thinking, just a little, way back in my brain, "great Ceaser! What do we have in common, how will we ever fill all that conversational space, we don't really know these people...yikes" only to be reminded by the other voice in my brain that anytime we spend time with them we've ended up talking ridiculously late into the evening ( considering nobody's getting Spanked, I mean!) Due, at least in part, I believe to their rapport skills and of course Clever's and my
And why not? Certainly, it's possible to misuse influence, but that leads the the disINTEGRATION of the relationship (see: What Ever Happened To Max?) so that influence is not lasting, but what if you were raising the vibrational frequency of your interactions, of yourself and those who choose to tune in, ride along? Win/Win, am I right?
Part of what I'm beginning to notice about me is that I'm way more social than my self talk would have me believe. I carry around the notion that I don't enjoy interacting with people ( possibly an occupational hazard of retail sales) But the overwhelming majority of my experience has been wholly positive of late.
In response to the question;
Sail.
Despite the frequency with which this question seems to pop into my life of late, I'd never actually answered that exact question, mostly did a big gory dance around it's rich nutty nougat center, answering, instead how I would make money if I could make money however I wanted, (teaching, sex positive, blah blah blah... )Then along comes, the tricky never think about money phrase and Bam, I'm on task ( those NLP'ers, I tell ya) And here's me, veritable mistress of the obvious, all wanting to comport myself thusly as often as possible.
What About You?
Rowing with Poppy yesterday & the discovery of some MMM,bloggy goodness, witness.....
from MonMouth:
Monday, March 10, 2008
Beginners guide to asskissing
Management-speak has given a bad name to asskissing. Unimaginatively
associated with excessively ingratiating supplication, the flattery of
superiors and an unhealthy willingness to relinquish personal dignity
in order to move a further few inches up the corporate ladder, we
hedonists should reclaim it from the clutches of the careerists.
I'm not ashamed - I love asskissing.
Particularly when the victim is tied down helplessly with buttocks
raised. The trick is to go slow, to appreciate the abundance and feel,
the sensation of the full globes of the posterior cupped in one's
palms. Stroke in lazy circles, relaxing, and perhaps deliver a few
slaps - not an outright spanking, just enough to warm the kissee up
and make him/her aware that they may be in the clutches of an
unpredictable pervert.
Tease. Kiss the bountiful swell off the cheeks first, perhaps have a
little nibble, gently sinking your teeth into the soft, warm skin.
Slap, pinch, pull - make it clear that this is your territory now.
Yours to do with as you please. Then spread them apart, pulling firmly
to either side, palms planted firmly on each buttock. Expose the cleft
of the ass to air, light and the promise of your tongue, warm, wet and
probing, descending down on the sensitive little cluster of nerves...
And wait.
Until the victim squirms. Then pounce down, planting a delicate kiss
on the tender pinkness of the anus. It's dirty, filthy, unnatural and
forbidden, but that's precisely why it feels so good. When you finally
let your tongue stroke lazy circles around the rim, your victim should
let out a deep groan of shameless enjoyment. Kiss, poke, wiggle your
tongue into the tight little crevice and enjoy the accumulating force
of sensation that will make the grateful recipient strain and push up
against your face, giggling, shaking, squealing, moaning...
He or she will probably not come from this. No, orgasm is not the
point. This is more like tickling.
And afterwards, you can enjoy how wonderfully open and malleable your
asskissee will be.
Comments
Damn well said. Time to schedule some more of that with you in the flesh me thinks.
;x
Okay, I must say that I have never read such a wonderfully wicked and delicious ass kissing encounter. Woof, I must say as the inner hedonist yearns to be set free. Enjoy the moment and it will lead you to seizing the day.
Peace and Good Licks!
Ailim