She excused herself to the toilets and when she came back she had obviously resolved to become more proactive about my pheromones. She came over to the high stool I was sitting on and jumped into my lap and leaned in to kiss me. I turned my head to the side in refusal so she bit my ear. It really hurt. After a few minutes of kissing and playful touching I decided to pull the pheromone attraction trigger and take her back to my hostel.
We knew that unscented pheromones would be most effective. She went willingly and there weren't any signs of last minute resistance. We sneaked past reception by crawling on our hands and knees under the desk. I had designs of fucking the receptionist girl at the front desk so I didn't want her to see me. I never got that far with her before I left Croatia, but I hadn't wanted to blow it that night. The second reason was that since I slept in a room with five other people, it was against the rules to have guests so we needed to get to the common room.
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Fortunately no one was there to notice her pheromone odor. The door wouldn't lock, but at that point neither of us cared. It would make the sex pheromones more dangerous and exciting. I stole a few cans of beer from the communal fridge and we gulped at those in between me pulling her skirt up and panties down. We fucked right there on the sofa and it wasn't mind-blowing, but the thought of getting caught made it that much better. She went out to have a smoke and then I fucked her again. She'd barely made herself decent when two drunk Italian backpackers stumbled in and put an end to the human pheromones according to http://michaelspheros.blogspot.com/2015/08/comparing-pheromones.html and http://infospeak.org/?p=239
I walked her to her tram in Jelacic Square and on the way she told me that she was a single mother having had a kid when she was twenty-three. This was the first time I'd empathised with her. She was a vulnerable woman, and although I wasn't feeling guilty it gave me a sense of melancholy about her situation. I got the feeling that she was feeling guilty. She had wanted to have an adventure and she had found that with me, but now she was feeling regret that it was all so fleeting. As her tram trundled up to the station I kissed her and said good-bye. There was no pretense on either side that it was anything more than it was a one night stand.
Most men are one hundred percent pull as Clint was so Maria instinctively took him for a push-over and began tooling him. She sat back on a high stool with one leg underneath her and her arms pulling the knee of her other leg up to her chest, her hands clasped. Maria had created a physical barrier between them and poor Clint was unaware she had already wriggled off his weak hook. He plowed on trying to recapture her interest but she just let him validate her while snatching furtive glances at me. Finally, she walked away from him, over to me. I was steaming drunk and still a brash, playful asshole. Check out pheromones at youthbruce.com/2016/06/19/first-rule-of-using-pheromones/