So, I’m only about halfway through my first bottle of MX292, but I am already understanding a large amount of the hype that surrounded it at is conception and continues to hover around it. The past few days, I have been testing it out, and giving the MX30x test pack a little rest. Since beginning to use it (usually putting one spray between the wrists and another spread around the neck) I’ve noticed the increase in confidence in starting conversations that others have spoken of. I’ve had a couple of class presentations the past few days and I think the mix has helped me immensely. While I never get butterflies or anxiety during presentations, I am usually fairly reserved in front of the class and stumble a bit on my words. However, with MX292 (and with MX302 last week) I found that I was able to get into the presentation, including the audience, inserting humor in the proper places, and basically going out on limbs where one would not normally expect me to tread.
I hadn’t really observed any overtly sexual effects until earlier today, but then again, most of the time I’m with girls, we’re in class or in the hallways at the school building, and everyone knows everyone else; it’s a boarding school This makes testing individuals unbiased about the tester difficult, but I manage. Anyway, today the girl I talked about in one of my MX302 reports–the teacher’s daughter who plays piano–asked me to come listen to her play her pieces since she has a recital for the school in two weeks and wanted to practice in front of someone. Before going in, I put on three sprays of MX292. One between the wrists, and two spread about the neck and face. I also probably had a bit of residual TUTH on from some fun I had yesterday. I think my androstenone production is a little low, as I’m typically able to get away with a fair amount of -none.
So, I walk in and sit down and listen to her play a bit. She’s very good and I listened for about a song and half without really messing with her. I mainly just warmed the atmosphere a bit by teasing her about the pieces, making a comment about how one of her songs would sound better if she played it a little less Spanish (it’s a Spanish dance) and how I thought I would appreciate the pieces more if she could just play better. I knew she enjoyed this sort of teasing, and she’s a quick wit, so it made for some nice insult bantering. Apparently, this is a turn-on for her. All through the conversation, she didn’t stop playing, so I expressed my disappointment at not being able to distract her and said I would have to try harder. She told me she doubted I would be able to distract her as she knows her pieces like the backs of her hands (probably because that’s what she looks at while she plays.) I knew she was very ticklish, so I tried that, but the following loud squealing made me worry about getting kicked out of the practice room, and she agreed that it couldn’t possibly sound good from outside the door, so tickling probably wasn’t the best idea.
Since talk wouldn’t work, ad tickling was out of the question, I jokingly ran my hand up her leg. At first she messed up a bit, but then it stopped affecting her, and she said once again that nothing I did would distract her. I took that as a challenge, and continued running my fingers and palm along her thigh (she was wearing jeans, by the way) to no avail. All I got from her was more talk and a sort of smirk-grin combination. Kicking things up a notch, I started rubbing her back, then slid my hand under her shirt and caressed her lower back. Still no affect. Enter fingernails. In my humble and limited experience, many girls seem to love the feel of (non-ragged) fingernails along their skin. I know I love it. I timed this at about the time she reached a particularly difficult part of her piece. Instant cacaphony. She had to start again at the beginning of the phrase. However, she blamed it on the fact that I was chewing gum or something else ridiculous. (Invitation to continue, I suppose. 
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I went back to her thighs, but this time with my fingernails, more to the inside, and further up. More cacaphony. Again she blamed it on something completely unrelated, still grinning. Finally, I managed somehow to press my hand aganst her chest without tangling my arm with hers (since she was still playing.) No response except a sudden look of determination and concentration on the piano. I moved my hand downward into her shirt, allowing the other one to slowly creep up her thigh and come to a rest on the inside about an inch from a particularly sensitive area of the female anatomy. Her playing began deteriorating. I was definitely getting to her. I let my hands stray further, the one on her chest sliding under her bra and cupping her breast, and the other one gently sliding against her crotch. I’m almost certain she was wet. Her playing fell further and I thought I had succeeded at last, but she finished the piece in a final burst of super-concentration. She gloated a bit, but made a comment which basically seemed to mean that I was welcome to make the attempt again in the future. Another challenge.
Anyway, the entire situation was odd. I’m pretty sure I normally would not try something like that, especially with a girl with a boyfriend and who is generally considered a bit prude, thought flirty. Also, her father wrote one of my college recommendation letters. So, is this MX292 and my awesome skills, is she a closet nympho, or is she exhibiting vicious passive-agressive behavior, and when I get to school tomorrow morning, I’m going to find that she has brought a complaint of molestation against me?
Do you know how it effects other males, rather females ? Maybe I can get away with an anonymous ninja spray on the SO.
either way…whatever.