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Yet a couple of years ago I discovered my 'seduction film' which has since served me very well. The film in question is The Italian Job (the original, not the dubious re-make). If you haven’t seen it, I really do recommend it.
Such a successful accessory to my seductions has this film been that I can generally correlate the moments of cinematic action with those of sexual action; for example, by the time Michael Caine’s Aston Martin has been pushed off the side of the alps, I usually have my bra off and am indulging in some heavy kissing which whatever young man accompanies me.
By the time Mr Caine then utters the final line, “Hang on a minute lads, I’ve got a great idea…” we’re usually hard at it.
I can’t explain what it is that makes The Italian Job such a seductive movie for me but when I first watched it with my first boyfriend, our initial kisses led to us both heading south, it’s been something of a lucky charm for me. As such, whenever I’ve been enjoying a quiet evening/afternoon in with a man who I’d rather like to have sex with, I always suggest we put on The Italian Job and it’s worked every time.
However, I recently stumbled home from a night out with a male friend of mine and we decided to watch a film. I had assumed he was going to stay the night as he lives miles away but sex with him, highly unusually, hadn’t even crossed my mind (even though I’ve definitely dreamt about it in the past).
We decided to watch a silent German horror film made in the 1900s which I had recently purchased upon the advice of a friend. As the opening credits rolled I put on my pyjamas, cleaned my face and put my night cream on before climbing into bed with him. It was a confusing film, perhaps more so as we had had quite a bit to drink but surprisingly my pretentious choice hadn’t put him off trying it on with me.
Film turned off, I rolled over to go to sleep but the hand which began stroking my side made me reconsider and as I pulled his arm around me, the wonderfully sexy neck and ear kissing I received gave me a new lease of life and my drunken sleepiness disappeared.
What followed was some really very enjoyably sex and a particularly good orgasm delivered by his adept 'piano hands'. In the dozy aftermath I reflected upon the situation; for one thing I hadn’t expected it or been seeking it - had my flowery pjamas been too much for him to resist? Was he merely drunk and finding himself in bed with a girl, thinking “why not?”, or had the sepia tones of the film and sinister wobbly set made him determined to at least get something enjoyable out of the evening?
Normally, had I been watching the trusty Italian Job, I would have been employing my associated seduction techniques; leaning on his shoulder, 'accidentally' touching his thigh and leaving it there or stroking his back underneath his shirt until I’d assessed if a kiss was on the cards. But here there had been none of my build up, none of my calculated manoeuvres and I really enjoyed it.
What my usual seduction technique took away was the element of spontaneity (on my part anyway, he may well have been planning it, who knows?) which made the sex even more pleasurable.
So I think for now, I shall abandon my seduction film and my planned moves and I shall hope to be seduced again myself as it really is a wonderful feeling. I would like to think the man in question will attempt to charm me again, although after becoming better acquainted with his magic fingers;
I doubt I’ll take much persuading.
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