This is Ghita, AND…

This post is going to be kind of… graphic and risqué,
I hope you don’t mind!

> By the way, I’m the girl from the Female 0rgasm Mastery video program:

http://www.ideagasms.net/how-to-squirt-video/

I thought I would share a really enjoyable ‘pickup’ experience that we had right before we said goodbye to Montreal a couple months ago (we moved to Costa Rica for a little while, to get out of the city and live a quieter life).

Stephane, Greta and I were walking down Mont-Royal Street in Montreal after a failed attempt at talking to this really hot girl in front of us…

Greta and I felt pretty silly, like wow, all we had to do was say ‘hi’ but we froze. It’s been a while since I’ve done the whole ‘pickup’ thing, and we just did not have a functioning brain at that moment in time to do anything except to stare (she had a great ASS, haha).

So I started praying to God to send us another girl. The prayer went something like this: “Dear God, send us a girl, preferably one who is fun, pretty, laughs and wants to have a good time, please send her as soon as you can, that would be awesome, Amen!”

We were walking in silence while I was praying and all of a sudden I feel ‘creepy’ fingers on my waist. My first instinct was to turn around and smack the person who was touching me. (People coming up to you from behind grabbing your waist can set off primal instincts!) Good thing I did not because when I turned around there was this pretty young girl saying my name with a huge smile on her face.

She turned out to be a girl Stephane and I had met from a previous ‘pickup’, and she literally jumped into his arms with joy of seeing him again.

We introduced her to Greta, and the three of us essentially cave-manned her down to the next lounge we saw

It was our last night in Montreal, and we made it one to remember!

Stephane is amazing with women (I realized this may sound biased, but this is my truth) and I love watching him ‘work’ (communicate with women) because it’s like I get to fall in love all over again. He just understands them like no one else I know and loves them no matter what. While sitting down having a drink she poured her heart out to him and cried in his arms. I don’t even think he remembers what he said to her, but she was in love.

I remember at one point Stephane said that she had to open her heart, and keep it open, no matter how much it may be “scary”…How she may want to have a little more compassion for herself and her situations in her life. She was also being witness to the change she saw in ME, and wanted the same thing for herself. They were holding each other closely while looking in each other’s eyes. Hers were beginning to well up with tears when she kissed him. It was beautiful. Greta and I were blown away by the whole amazing-ness of what was
unfolding before our eyes.

I remember when Steph looked at her and said, “I can see the tear that is forming behind your eye, I wish you would share that tear with me” and she started crying… then HE started crying, awww… it was beautiful.

We had been making quite a scene at the lounge because we were all kissing each other around the table so we decided to leave before anything ‘odd’ would happen. Stephane suggested that we all go and eat a “poutine” (unique Quebec recipe, consisting of cheese, fries, and gravy). Greta had never had one before (they’re disgustingly good, believe it or not), we went and munched down on this HUGE poutine, it was absolutely delicious.

So then Stephane said, “Let’s go for a walk” (meaning: let’s go home) so we all got up to leave… Our place was only about 5 minutes away, Stephane walked in front of us with the new girl, while Greta and I were discussing what happened while we were in the bar, you know, discussing his “evil pickup tactics”, which I am attempting to teach to Greta.

Meanwhile, “new girl” was holding onto his arm sooo tightly and staring into his eyes.

The four of us had been escalating all throughout the night, kissing each other and loving each other, so when we got to the house it felt only natural that Greta made a bath for us girls. We jumped right in. (Usually when we bring girls home, I will shout, “Let’s take a bubble bath!!” and we all jump in, which is a nice way
to escalate. If you’re a ‘bi’ girl reading this, try this little trick, it’s great).

After the bath, the “new girl” and I jumped under the covers and started massaging each other while listening to Deva Premal. After a few minutes I got up to see what Stephane and Greta were up to. I walked into the bathroom and Stephane and Greta were having S E X. Heehee.. Stephane said to me, “Tell [new girl] to come here, she’s fully cooked”. So I called her, she came to the bathroom and we watched them having S E X… then it was my turn… then Stephane said, “you’re next!” and she started blushing. And she kept going on and on
about how beautiful Greta is, and how awesome we both are at deep-throating.

I realized then and there that we did not have any condoms left, so without saying anything to anyone I put some jeans on and a coat and ran to the corner store

At the store I grabbed a whole slew of different kinds. The cute cashier gave me a look that kind of said, “You go girl!” As I left she said, “Have a good night!” I replied in a confident voice, “I sure will!” She burst out laughing and had to calm herself down before serving the next customer. (I love to see fits of giggles overtake someone.)

I got back to the house, but the “new girl” ended up confessing she had a boyfriend. So, Greta and I gave Stephane a BL0WJ0B and taught her some moves. She was holding his arm while looking down and studying what I was doing. She kept repeating, “OH my God! Your life is amazing. You are so good at this. You guys are amazing, I wish my life was as good as this!”

It was pretty cool how Stephane was totally okay with her not wanting S E X. He just went, “Oh, you have a boyfriend, cool!” and continued to enjoy having S E X with two girls as if it was nothing.

This made her really H0RNY, and she continued to look at him with adoration… she watched everything and she was really happy to learn, and in total awe of us. Happily finished, we all cuddled on the bed laughing together and talking… She continued to tell us how awesome she thinks we are and how much she loves us, it was really cute to see the expression on her beautiful face.

Oh yeah! Earlier when we were still in the lounge, “new girl” and I were in the bathroom together, and I told her that she had to come with us to Costa Rica. I stated the obvious, that she was not going to find anyone else like Stephane or us for probably most of her life. I also pointed out that she looked like she could use a little vacation. She knows that I’m right. She wants to come visit us, but there are always other things to consider, for example how much approval she needs from others about her life. We’ll see whether or not
she actually makes the voyage. She’s not happy with her boyfriend, it is quite obvious, and her love/adoration for Stephane is even more obvious. Anyway it takes courage, and I’m not certain she has enough courage.

Our last night in Montreal was a night to remember! I don’t think I will ever under-estimate the power of prayer again!

My last Quebec “poutine” was shared amongst people I love (I love poutine and will miss cheese curds).

The night ended with beautiful kisses and heartfelt hugs from a girl who loves us and essentially worships
ideaGasms and all we stand for. Sweet! We love girls like that

I will miss Montreal as it has been my home for the majority of my life. I will miss the first winter’s snow (not too much ), the crispness of autumn, the French girls, the long walks to Parc LaFontaine, the summer night heat, and the springtime blossoms. Au revoir Montréal, Quebec, je me souviens.

Thanks for reading!

I love you Stephane and Greta,
Ghita

P.S. Thank you.