Easing my way into a well-worn rut

I’m working these days so I’ve not got much time or inclination for chasing girls. For a couple of years while I was building up the various pillars of my life (health, romance, travel etc) it was all coming at the cost of my Career/Financial pillar slowly eroding. The transition from go-getting professional banker to lazy hammock-sleeping wop is a gradual process so it took a while to realise Expert System Energy Husky was becoming increasingly agitated. I refuse to be one of those pussy-hounds that the Community so lionises, who do the “300 Day Challenge” or other such ego-ridden nonsense that results in your whole identity being wrapped up in chasing women. Men who’ll find themselves hitting their mid-thirties prime with loserness having crept up on them by squandering their 20s on the pussy carousel.

My ego demands entirely different gratification! I still work towards the Cervantes-esque male development model and right now that means topping up my career and savings. There’s something purposeful and satisfying about making my early morning walk to work and then coming home that evening with a pocketful of loot and the serene calm of having participated in a high-level value exchange. Manly pride has to be earned in manly arenas. Women can’t provide it.

So I plan to work until Christmas and then begin 2013 with a long sabbatical. Until then I’m just keeping my existing women ticking over. Here’s a sample of how I do it. I’ve put a focus on their hamsterbation.

Belorussian

Her: How is it today?

Me: relaxed I’m writing a report and I have to go to a client office next to [redacted] for a meeting at 4pm what are you wearing?

Her: Nick)) ahahah)) I’m wearing the leggings in which my ass looks especially appetizing and a long sweater )

Me: Hmmm….. I won’t undress you. I’ll just rip a hole in the leggings big enough to squeeze my dick through and roll up your sweater

Her: such a pervert )

Me: yes you are

Her: he)) Others usually call me an angel

Me: heh

Her: My teachers from Uni are so lazy that I will write the recommendation letters for me instead them Going to do it in English it means the teachers will never know what’s written there I need it for Uni in Uk

Me: how is your escape plan so far? I’m quite impressed that you are doing all of this hard work to try to get back into my bed

Her: ahaha)) I’m not gonna say no and ruin your fantasy )

Me: Maybe I’ll buy a blow-up sex doll and give it the same haircut as you, same clothes… same tarty facial expression then I’ll abuse it and lock it in my cellar

Her: ahaha! Nick! you’re awful ! too much sometimes I gonna to to my dance class

A few days later after a Skype call….

Her: It was nice to see your british face yesterday

Me: yeah, I liked chatting with you. It’s a bit difficult, now I’m starting to like you….

Her: Don’t play games with me, Nick You do It’s warning ))

Me: i’m playing xbox games

Her: YOU ARE THE REASON OF MY BRAIN EXPLOSION

Me: heh!

Her: I’m totally lost somewhere between Russia and UK

Me: look at some photos of me, and you’ll feeling better

Her: ahaha) worse all your photos are full of Slavic beaches =D

Me: beaches or bitches?

Her: ahahaha)) sorry And you also don’t want to date with me such a bastard )) Probably I should delete you on the facebook and sleep well then )))

Me: you’re in Russia, what do you expect me to do? buy an NKVD cap and Nagan revolver, call everyone “comrade”?

Her: hehe))) I don’t expect anything It’d be quite stupid )) You give me a lot of emotions doing nothing ) it’s obviously a talent =D

Me: the English word is “charisma” I just ordered a big fat pizza mmmmmm

Her: lucky you)

and a few days after that….

Me: buy some Union Jack underwear next time you are here

Her: then I’ll be look like a typical UK tourist in your bed ! =D

Me: I like those Union Jack things. Top left (link to girl’s vest with British flag)

Her: no)) I already passed ‘typical tourist step of being in England’ no british flag on my clothes any more )

Me: I insist

Her: If you insist you can buy it for me )

Me: I might

Her: Really ? )))

Me: I want you to look good when I fuck you, so maybe I’ll buy you things

Her: ahahah))) don’t make excuses never will believe that this buying of Union Jack is because you want to be with me forever and die in one day together =D

Me: that’s scary

Her: for sure )

Me: so now you dream of marrying me I should run away

Her: ahaha) I was sure that you know me better )

Me: I had two girls ask to marry me in October. Don’t want any more in November

Her: I could ask you to marry me for getting UK citizenship only, but you would ask to much money I guess =D no choice only free sex and probable Union Jack underwear as a bonus )

Me: I might start charging you money to have sex with me too

Her: those women who asked you to marry them were crazy or drank or both?

Me: an ex-girlfriend (Russian), who still loves me and wants my children and an English girl who I never dated but she thinks I’m the perfect husband, like Darcy or Heathcliffe

Her: hm…curious ) too much attention for one terrible person but unfortunately guys who have wanted to marry me I was playing ‘good girl game’ with )

Me: I can imagine nice guys would want to marry you. And also that you control them and make them do lots of things for you they probably all call you an angel too

Her: no the last time I was talking with my boyfriend he called me terrible and soulless bitch =D I don’t think that I’m like this, honestly… I’m close to an angel )

Me: he probably called you that because he now realises he was wrong about you, and can’t accept responsibility for his own inability to understand women

Her: I don’t think so i gave you his expression without context doesn’t matter you’re much worse than I am My personality is still depending on people (especially men) who surround me the influence can change me i’m not fixed yet… but you’re already formed by your experience and it’s an irrepairable damage :/ I should run away from you

Serb B

Her: hey Nick I have one message for you, it`s long, dont be scare

Me: ok

Her: I know this is my usually story, but this time I want to be determined. I don’t t think its normal that I miss something it doesn’t exist actually…. People miss things if they care about and like something what they have in their lives, or what they gat use to…I don’t want either of that with something I don’t feel it`s real. You exist here only as a word, sentence and picture.

I’ve said this several times and always break my rule, because it was – “I am about losing control but I think I like it”…. I cant even explain how you don’t think something is weird. I see that I am doing things which I usually do with people who are around me, for example sharing a great news, saying how I feel…and that is not normal.

Having fun is ok, that’s one thing, but living in illusion is wrong..every level or type of illusion. I have to go

Me: There is no illusion. I like you, you like me. Communication is about words, thoughts, and feelings. We share those now. When we video chat on Skype we can also share the face-to-face contact and see each other. These are good feelings. We don’t need a purpose or a mission. Happiness is it’s own goal and when we talk we like the feeling it gives. When you eat delicious food or listen to sweet music do you think “this is an illusion” or “what is the future”? No. You enjoy the feeling it gives you in the moment. Too many people live with their minds in the future or the past. Happiness is when you live in the present and enjoy the moments as they come to you.

And life goes on….

Facebook sex chat for a shy girl: Part One

Here’s another facebook sex chat. The girl in question is my new favourite Serb, a 20 year old student and volleyball player that I met in October. We had two long dates together on my last two days in town and the crucial thing is we never kissed. I went for it, obviously, but she was playing a very guarded hand. I know she’s massively into me but something is holding her back.

So it leaves me with an escalation problem. We aren’t far enough along for her to come visit me in London (plus there’s massive friction because of her age and parents), and I’m not going out there to see a girl I haven’t kissed. The solution is to escalate over Facebook with classic Long Game until I can get her masturbating and sending naked photos. Once those are filed away I know it’ll be worth a trip. I do like this girl so I’m not going to blow it off with a “she wouldn’t kiss, what a time waster” type ego trip.

I decided to work a smooth and long escalation by putting alot of time into the atmosphere, pacing and leading her emotions so every little step forwards seems natural,not asking for much input from her. For the first 2/3 of this the video was on too so I could calibrate to her actions as she lay in bed. It was interesting to see her eyes widen, cheeks flush, and body language become more sensual as the chat progressed. Once it was fairly heavy the video went off – possibly a recurring bandwith problem, perhaps she was shy about me seeing her so turned on. So, here it is. I did the usual “lets imagine a perfect holiday” entrypoint and got her to choose the location (Sicily):

Me: So we’ll arrive by boat. A little local ferry, driven by an ancient Sicilian guy with a flat hat and tanned weather-beaten face    We’ll have old fashioned suitcases, leather ones with brass buckles and leather straps I’ll be wearing a panama hat and beige suit      like this it’s hot tell me what you’ll wear

Her: (link)

Me: ok you’ll probably need a hat too so we’ll get a local taxi to drive us up the hillside to our hotel a little old 1970s Fiat with a coughing engine and sticky plastic seats bad air conditioning struggling to get up the hill, and the driver speaking random stuff in Italian saying “mama mia” alot Finally we ‘ll walk through reception. We’ll have to sign in as Mr & Mrs Black, to protect appearances and your honour but not spies     or perhaps we are

Her: like a movie

Me: Yes, Mrs Black we’ll take our own suitcases to our rooms, because they are heavy with all our spy stuff and guns I’ll be all hot and sweaty so I’ll immediately jump in the shower

Her: me first

Me: as you unpack the clothes you’ll hear me singing you know my shower song?

Her: be a gentleman       you told me

Me: (link to Right Said Fred – I’m Too Sexy) so I’ll walk around the room in my towel, like James Bond, while you undress and get in the shower you’ll enjoy the cold water on your skin, washing off all the travel very refreshing cooling you down so when you put on your evening dress, it feels soft and cold show me what you’ll wear. We’ll be going out for dinner at a restaurant by the sea it’s getting late, the sun is going down and splashing the sky red

Her: (link)

Me: nice you’ll have earings and a sparkling necklace too so we’ll walk out into the cooling evening air, still a bit hot. Me striding ahead, my chin up, looking at the buildings around us. You on my arm, tottering on your high heels to keep up we’ll walk through cobbled streets, row upon row of small white houses, some with washing hanging from the balcony a couple of dogs running around, radio sounds of a football match then we get to a seaside restaurant and sit at a table on the patio, just a few feet from the soft waves splashing against the sea wall the waiter looks like this

he hands us handwritten menus in Italian, we try to order what do you ask for?

Her: pasta

Me: what sauce? it’ll be fish probably, next to the sea chilli fish I’ll get a steak so we sit and eat, washing it down with local wine. We can see the vineyards up on the hill getting a little drunk as the sun goes down and the sky turns a dark blue already there’s music coming from the bars, some of it live and groups of local musicians move from table to table playing requests we finish up and move on to the most fun-sounding bar

Her: (link to Luna Rossa)    that’s south italian music i want that song in this night

Me: yeah, I’ve heard that before. I like it they’ll be playing it on little guitars and accordians here I have to put my hand on your shoulder to stop you getting up and dancing before we’ve finished eating there’ll be time for that later

Her: but you can not stop me you are standing up and starting to dance with me

Me: Just this once I watch you moving your weight, gradually getting into the music, your hips beginning to sway, your head moving to shake your hair As you loosen up and feels the beat, I pull you in to me so we can dance together a little I let your hand rest on my shoulder while you pick up your wine glass for a sip my hand on your hip and the other holding my drink we dance a bit more, the music stops but we don’t really notice just enjoying the feeling of the cool breeze from the sea, the slapping sound of the waves, and the distant sounds of music and laughter from the bars it’s a beautiful scene and we are happy to be there so I give you a quick kiss on the forehead, take your hand, and we walk off to a bar

Her: and?

Me: well, we are laughing now. We feel free like this but busier    I order a double whiskey for myself. What cocktail do you drink?

Her: find some darker place.. with low lights

Me: I looked. Can you find one?

Her: ill try

Me: ok, how aout this?      so, what drink do you have?

Her: i take wine

Me: ok so we take our drinks into the darkest corner we can find

Her: yes

Me: some soft red velvet seats, the material worn thin by use over thirty years the bar is busy, lots of chatting and shouting, everyone having fun it’s all in Italian they don’t notice us, too busy with each other we don’t care, we came here to be alone so we sit and drink, not talking much now, just enjoying sitting with each other I like looking at you, with your hair and makeup done nice, and an elegant evening dress you like absorbing my male energy, leaning against me soon you feel so relaxed your head is resting on my shoulder as my arm is around you we look around us, at the posters on the walls, the local people – fishermen, builders, waiters, wine makers, tailors… the local colour of life everything else seems so far away I’m stroking your hair now, scratching the side of your head softly like you are a cat sipping my whiskey you feel so warm and relaxed, you just want me to kiss you I notice this, I can see your eyes soften and your pupils dilate your lips moisten so I hook my finger softly under your chin, raise it upwards so you are looking up into my eyes, and I give you a kiss not too much, yet. I don’t want you to be greedy then I call to the barman to give us another round of drinks and some peanuts salted you ask for cookies but he doesn’t understand you he brings you an old leather shoe we drink a bit more. we are silent now we don’t need to talk, there’s nothing to say. we just enjoy the atmosphere around us after our drink it’s getting late, time to walk home it’s only a short walk but I see a young boy riding a bicycle I tell him I’ll give him £10 if he lets us borrow his bike. He laughs and grabs the money, a big smile on his face, and I get on the bike While I hold it steady and lean forward, you get on the back and sit in the seat, your feet on the back wheelnuts it shakes side to side a bit as I start to pedal, the cobbles rattling the wheels, you squeal a little worried you’ll fall but as we pick up speed it gets better and your squeals of fear become squeals of delight, like a little girl being given a cookie so I pedal up to the hotel and park the bike outside reception the garden looks exactly like this now

there’s noone around, it’s abotu 11pm and everyone is either in bed, or out by the sea your heart is still beating fast from the bike ride, and hanging onto me you grab onto my arm as we walk up the steps. I stop at the top and turn towards you, see you looking up at me with anticipation somewhere in the tree nearby a bird chirps this time I give you a proper kiss, deep and long, until you feel your heart flutter and you struggle for breath your resist a little at first, pushing against my manliness, to see how I am, to enjoy psychologically feeling my male energy you push me away a little with your hands on my chest, not really trying, just a symbolic effort for a few seconds you keep your lips tightly closed but a few seconds is all you can resist, then you have to surrender to what you’ve been feeling all day and you fall into the kiss, your hands snaking around behind my neck, as I put my hands on you it seems like time stops and then I pull away, leaving you gasping, and lead you into our room I kick off my shoes, as do you open up my suitcase to take out a bottle of good scottish whiskey and pour a glass you are standing by the window looking outside looking at the stars, the twinkling lights of the seaside, and far in the distance some lights on the cruise ships at anchor your dress feels nice on you, you like how you feel and, catching your reflection in the glass you like how you look reflected in the glass, you see me walk over to you you stay looking outside, waiting for me to reach you, anticipating the little spark of electricity through your skin as my hand touchs your shoulder slowly traces a line down your spine and then rests softly on your hip your whole body shudders a little, a warm flow of energy through your stomach and down your arms the you can feel my other hand sweeping your hair away from your neck you are still looking forwardyou really want to turn around, to look at me, to grab me, to kiss me but you also enjoy this feeling of denying yourself holding yourself steady, eyes fixed ahead, a test of your mental discipline and you know I like it too I bend my head towards you. My lips are only millimetres above your skin you can feel my breath against your neck, almost wet little goosebumps rise your chest feels hot and flushed now I slowly blow air onto your skin, moving my mouth up and down from the top of your neck and along your shoulder I can sense you shivering, your knees weak I glance upwards for a moment at the window to see your reflection. I see you biting your lip, a pained expression in your eyes I smile and softly bite your neck, at the same time as I tighten my grip on your hip then I spin you slowly around to face me you are looking up into my eyes now it’s like the rest of the world is a blur… all you can see is my eyes vividly, filling your vision, very sharp and looking deep into your soul for a moment I let this happen then I pull you to me I feel your whole body fall into my shape your chest against mine, your stomach touching mine, even your thighs pushed against my thighs and of course our lips touching now we kiss much harder there’s no restraint now, just the bursting of the dam, the gate flying open it’s passionate and high energy, I take a handful of your hair and pull you tighter into me as my tongue pushes further into you you can feel the sting in your hair but it’s not really hurting just like spice on food, it’s more exciting

(video link goes off)

so now you are grabbing me, your hands running up and down my arms, along my shoulders feeling the shape of my muscles beneath my shirt squeezing, testing the strength wondering how it feels to be held, crushed, in those arms knowing you’ll find out soon I put my hands under your ass and lift you up, you jump onto me, legs wrapped around while I stand you’re hanging onto me tight, slightly above me know, bending your head down to kiss me and grab my head squeezing your legs together to avoid falling I turn around and throw you back onto the bed you land with a big thump and let out an excited squeal I undo my shirt now you push yourself back against the headboard, reaching behind you to stack up the pillows behind your head, not taking your eyes off me watching as I unbutton my shirt and throw it over a chair I pull off my trousers too so just my boxer shorts I’m wearing my sexiest shorts      you’ve already pulled your dress off, so I can see you lying there in just your underwear what colour is it?

Her: black

Me: nice, I like black. it matches your hair well so you are looking up at me, taking in the shape of my wide shoulders the determined thoughtful look on my face and the intense interest I’m looking at you you know I desire you you like to be desired by me it makes you feel like a woman I’m looking at you on my bed, lying there, semi-naked your chest rising and falling heavily with your breathing a soft red flush on your cheeks and chest smooth female curves of your shoulders, breasts, hips and calves I look at you waiting for me and know I want to take you so I put my knee onto the bed and lean over, my face just a few cm above yours then I climb over, get into bed, and fall asleep Part 2 will have to wait for another time how was my story?

Her: it was like real like it’s happening now to me

Me: you have good imagination, I like that

Her: always

Me: Something strange happened. As I was writing the story, you seemed to get prettier

Her: really?

Me: I think it was your facial expression you began to look softer, happier, a very natural smile and your body language became looser it’s attractive you are cutest when you are less guarded like now

Her: i know

Me: I like to see you like this. I knew it was there, but would take some time to express itself

Her: when i show this part of me it doesn’t finish very well for me do you know what i want to say?

Me: I think so it’s natural I think as a girl you want to find a good guy who you respect, trust, and are attracted to you want to fall into his world, experience how he lives, how he sees the world give yourself to him, like a present of love to reward him for how he makes you feel but to do that, you must surrender some of your will, some of your independence and it makes you vulnerable is that what you mean?

Her: something like that thay use it against me so it’s better to pretend that i’m cold one

Me: in the beginning, perhaps to reject all the men you don’t want

Her: i don’t know where am i wrong

Me: you’re not wrong, you are just inexperienced

…… I wrap up this part with ten minutes talking about comfort stuff and further qualification. Part two soon……

Zagreb diaries

First night in Zagreb is a thunderstorm. Excited teenagers huddle under shop awnings as their Sunday night plans are washed away. I head out to my favourite restaurant for steak and spend the rest of the night at my apartment, chatting on Facebook. Things unexpectedly perk up. Not only does my top girl confirm our Monday evening meeting but another cold lead, a stunningly beautiful Audrey Hepburn-alike, hits me up out of nowhere with “Hey, I see from your status you’re in Zagreb. Sorry I never replied to your messages but I don’t like Facebook chat. Do you want to meet?”. Fuck yeah, she’s a solid nine. I can’t stress enough how much she looks like Audrey Hepburn. It’s not a mere resemblance, she’s a spitting double. I hail mary all the other vaguely-warm Zagreb leads in my phonebook and get four responses out of ten but logistics eventually puts them all on the backburner.

Monday lunchtime Audrey shows up and we spend five hours drinking coffee, then whiskey and finally rum. It’s a funny old date. There’s no question she fancies me but I can feel a barrier and know it’s not on. Deep rapport is perfect and within two hours we are strongly connected and sharing alot of our identities. I really like this girl. But the kino isn’t there, she isn’t reciprocating the verbal escalation and she deftly maintains social distance. This presents something of a quandry. I can’t smoothly escalate but nor can I allow this date to end without making an unambiguous statement of intent. She has to know she’s dealing with a man, not a wuss. So three hours in I make my big move. I’m waiting for a hypnotic scanning moment but several times it almost happens and then she breaks it off just before it gets intense. So next time it happens I just tell her:

• Me: I want to kiss you now
• Her: You shouldn’t try
• Me: *vacuum eyes*
• Her: I can tell you why, if you want
• Me: Tell me

She launches into a long explanation about how she does find me attractive and if I’d done this earlier in the year she’d have had sex with me but at the moment she’s hung up on her ex boyfriend and trying to get him back. Harumph! She orders another drink and I just go back to rapport and framing. My best bet is this is 50-50, when logistics clear. That’s better than the 0% I rated it 24 hours earlier. But we say our goodbyes and my mind quickly turns to Vampira (I’ll let a picture of her lookalike explain it)

She’s smoking hot. Properly jaw-dropping sultry beauty in a little ballerina-sized body. Imagine a slavic version of Penelope Cruz in From Dusk Till Dawn. Now this is how it looks when a girl is up for it! We meet in a whiskey bar at 8pm and she’s dolled up well and immediately giving me the eye. She’s in the fashion industry and looks it, dressed like a comic book siren. So I settle into my drink and just let things unfold. She’s knocking the vodka back fast. I know what that means. I hold position and let her come to me. Within an hour she’s climbing over me in the bar so I start looking towards extracting her. She insists on showing me a nearby bar which serves a blueberry liquor (tasty, as it happens) and agrees to the short five minute walk to my apartment giving herself the pretext that she wants to watch the Mad Max 1 rerun that starts two hours later. Pretty quickly she’s topless on my bed and I start breaking down the LMR.

It’s here that something just clicks into place mentally. I suddenly figure out what it is about this girl (and other previous girls) that I really liked sexually versus the girls who I quickly tired of. Vampira has a tight little ballerina’s body but her hips and breasts are almost bursting out of her clothes. They aren’t big per se but there’s a buxom quality to her proportions and skin tone. The closest analogy I can conjure is to imagine an inflated beachball. When fully (perhaps over-) inflated the rubber is struggling to contain the air pushing against it from inside and it takes on a tight stretched look with all the wrinkles pushed out of it. In a girl this is like smooth vibrant skin with good subcuteous fat and strong curves. The girl seems totally in bloom. This I like. Vampira had such a tight young body I was slavering like a hungry wolf. In contrast Myrka looked great in clothes but once they came off she had a slightly deflated look. The taut stretchy vibrance just wasn’t there. And that, dear readers, drains me of the will to fuck a girl.

I made a mental note of it then started biting her ass. “Harder, leave marks” she purrs.

Just as I start yanking her tights down she tells me “I promised myself I wouldn’t go that far tonight”, and that’s that. I set her hindbrain against it but she’s not budging. So we roll around a bit having our jollies but I’m gonna have to wait another date to fuck her. Harumph!

Next day I drink coffee and fly home to the land of ugly women. God save the queen.

Belgrade Diaries

I’m sitting in Zagreb airport sipping a Cedevita orange drink waiting for my gate call, one week after beginning this short jaunt out of London. An unexpected window opened up in my job schedule so with only a few day’s notice I’d gotten in touch with my top Belgrade girl and informed her of an impending whirlwind visit. Pre-framing myself that this wasn’t a gaming holiday I set myself easily attainable goals. Just frollick through the city with her for a few days, taking in the sights, smells and tastes while I catch up on my reading in the pavement cafes when she’s at university. That would be the first five days and then catch two days in Zagreb with my top girl there. I’d consider it a successful trip if I knocked over either girl, finished three books, and washed off the memory of work. I very much pre-framed myself out of doing daygame because I just didn’t want the pressure of relentlessly approaching ’till I got laid. This was about relaxation.

It turned out a little different.

First night I walk out my little private apartment and onto the main promenade to meet my girl (we’ll call her Myrka, after the porno actress she closely resembles), the streets bustling with the early evening crowd. Already my head is turning every minute as another beautiful Krauser girl totters past. London this is not. In the short walk to Coffee Dream I’ve seen at least twenty girls who excite me more than the girl I’m about to meet. It’s reminiscent of my July trip in Istanbul where I was walking around with my Turkish ex, a famous actress, and while every male head was turning to gawp at her my head was gawping at the young tight Turkish girls who made my blood bubble far more than the older lady I was with. I know there’s a problem. I shouldn’t feel like this on the way to a date with a girl I feel genuine affection for, a low-eight. Certainly not a grotty pump’n'dump candidate.

After eating in the traditional restaurant district I take Myrka home and fuck her. She’s completely deeply converted, more than willing to let me defile every orifice and treat her however I deem appropriate. But I just don’t have the will for it. I send her home and I’ve already lost interest in her. It’s not a nice feeling. Much soul searching follows.

My number two Serb confirms she’s not making the 4-hour trip from her hometown because she can’t face lying to her parents about it. I’ll get this girl next time but I’m not sure if I should. I’m feeling quite dark sided and uncomfortable with it.

Next day I can no longer resist so I knock out five or six sets until I get a weak-looking number from a smoking hot volleyball player (we’ll call her Maria, after the fitness model she closely resembles) and a dappy 18 year old tart I idate for an hour. The latter seems like a solid prospect but her mum calls and cockblocks. She goes on to facebook for long game and mummy’s visit means I don’t see her again this trip. I meet Myrka again to test my feelings, see if I’m just getting a low-libido revulsion and that I actually still fancy her but no, it’s gone. I’m cold. We watch the new Total Recall in the cinema and the whole time my mind is on hitting the streets to rustle up new targets. Secure Attachment Pug is off chasing cars, Relentless Notch Count Hyena is scratching at the door for the first time in months. I tell Myrka its over and she nearly collapses. A new alpha widow.

The third day rolls around and I try to recover my original plan, sipping coffee and working through my books. It’s impossible. Hot girls are everywhere. Not necessarily approacheable because Belgrade girls rarely walk solo but enough to keep my attention wandering. I see a hot solo girl go past and put down my book to give chase….. and some awkward asian guy flies past and opens her with a really clumsy street stop. Harrumph! Once you’ve daygamed you always recognise it so I look around for his coach and who may that be but James Marshall. I’m not letting these streets go uncontested! A smoking hot Krauser Girl ambles by and I claim her. Nice girl, but its not on. I do a few more sets and end up with another two numbers while Maria is returning my texts. She seems keen.

I’m at a low point now. It’s the first time in three years I’ve gamed a foreign country without a wing. Solo foreign daygame is hard. You have to really control your state. There’s a whole mix of emotions mostly trying to talk myself out of gaming (“this is meant to be a reading holiday”) knowing full well that my core is driving me to find new girls. Maria texts to say she’s finished university late (this is Friday evening) and is going home. My Hail Mary invite hits and she comes out to meet me late on. As she struts across Republica Square many heads turn and I congratulate myself inwardly. The date goes very well, stretching out till past midnight and several bars. She’s got a tight rein on herself so I know there’s no hope of a first night lay. Perhaps someone of Steve‘s calibre could pull it off, but I’m at the stage where knocking over eights is usually a multi-date challenge. Deep rapport goes beautifully and she really warms to the questions game telling me it’s a month since she had sex (her only ever sexual partner), she’s only ever kissed ten boys, and her most embarrassing secret is she likes to lock herself in the bathroom and dance to her ipod. The date ends with a non-committal peck on the lips but I know this girl is well into me. A couple more dates and there’ll be another deep conversion. My mood has lifted.

Saturday comes and I struggle out of bed at noon. I’m still having the internal to-daygame-or-not-to-daygame struggle. As I walk to Coffee Dream for late breakfast the choice is made for me when another cute Krauser Girl goes by. Another number. Over coffee Maria texts to request a second date within the hour. Ok, suits me. James Marshall walks past me with another student so I introduce myself then head off to the date.

I have the most enjoyable afternoon of the trip, walking along the river, through quaint streets, sharing coffee, sitting in the park. It’s five hours of delightful company with Maria on my arm. My ego loves how many passersby clock us and head turn. Every time a hot girl does it I go into my little chick crack routine:

• Me: I know what she’s thinking, you know
• Her: What?
• Me: She’s looking at you and thinking “how the hell did she find a guy like him? where can I get one?”

I still don’t fuck her but this is Belgrade not LA. She asks for my email and we’ve been chatting since. So I leave Belgrade having upgraded my local girl from a low-eight to a high-eight. I feel mercenary. The bus trundles on towards Zagreb and I have low expectations for the two days I’ll be there. No time to game and only 70% sure my top target will turn up as promised on the last day (she’s off in her hometown for the weekend)…. to be continued…..

How to get a girl masturbating over facebook

Here’s another sex chat I did with a girl a few months ago. The usual ewwww warnings apply. Feel free to copy/paste with your own targets, just bear in mind the girl may google it. Everything is my words. Her responses are taken out, was mostly just expressing satisfaction. So we begin….

probably worth getting your vibrator if it’s nearby

So we are on holiday in Mexico, staying at some beach huts in the middle of nowhere. We’ve been there a week already

already done sightseeing and diving

We’ve been swimming in the sea today. I’m wearing my grey surf shorts. You’re in a bikini

what colour?

We haven’t seen anyone all day. It’s a completely secret part of the beach

Just us, playing around, swimming, eating sandwiches

We pop back into the beach hut to collect a bottle of vodka

We have a quick shower together, to freshen up. Still wearing our swimwear

When the cool water is splashing onto your head and shoulders, running down between your breasts…

… I like it

I can see your nipples go hard

We are looking at each other, a quick kiss

We both know we want sex right now, but we’ll wait a little

We don’t bother drying. We just grab the bottle of vodka and a towel, then go back out, walking along the beach

It’s getting a bit darker now. The air feels cooler on our skin

We are walking along the beach, feeling the soft sand between our toes, listenign to the crashing of the waves

Around the corner, there’s an old Mayan temple ruins. We visited it a few days ago to take photos

it’s closed now. We have better plans for it

We sneak up the path quietly, watching carefully to see if there’s any security

there isn’t. It’s completely empty

the only sounds we hear are the ocean waves and the animals moving around in the trees

We both take a sip of vodka. You are giggling at being so naughty

Soon we are at the top of the hill, where a big Mayan temple is

you’ve been drinking more vodka. Already you feel a bit drunk

like this

The sun has gone down but it’s not so dark yet. Just dusk. There’s still some rays of sunshine coming over the horizon

the temple seems to catch them

I take your hand. You think we are going to walk up

No. I pick you up and throw you over my shoulder. You are going to be my human sacrifice tonight

well, the sword is meat, not metal…..

so I’m climbing up the stairs with you on my shoulder

every now and then I stop and you pour some vodka into my mouth

and I slap your ass

Finallywe reach the top and I lay you down on the altar…. exactly where they used to kill people. You feel tingly and weird, but very hot

I take your hands and stretch them over your head, holding them down

you feel like this

so I rip your bikini top off

not untie. I rip it

so your breasts spill out

hard nipples

you are already writhing and grinding your hips, moaning softly

I’m still holding your hands down against the cold stone. You can feel it cold against your ass

With my free hand I roughly caress your body, feeling every curve

You are looking into my face, and the sky, imagining how the Mexican virgins felt when they were killed here

wondering if they were raped first

it turns you on. it’s just so dangerous….

I kiss your breasts, and drag the tip of my tongue down your stomach… it tickles a little

I bite your hips and thighs

now I’m holding your legs down too, at your ankles

I keep kissing down the length of your leg, down the calves, down to your ankles

you are struggling to control yourself now, you keep staring at my cock, waiting for it to come out

now I rip your bikini bottoms off. It’s violent and leaves a pink mark on your skin

you are naked, panting, lifting your head up to look at me

The sunlight catches against the line of my shoulders, and my cheeks

I look powerful and determined, you know there’s nothing you can do to stop this

how do you feel?

You struggle your hands against my grip, but you aren’t strong enough

I force your legs apart and put my hand against you

You gasp in shock, and suddenly you are twice as hot

I can feel how wet you are, you grinding yourself against me

I let you do it

I help a little, rubbing you, pushing my fingers into you

there’s some resistance, but not much, and I slide them in deep, feeling how warm you are

Then I move around to your head

I’m behind you now, you are still on your back, looking behind

I grab your hair and slide you to the end of the altar. Your head is hanging over the side

I pull down my shorts and force my cock into your mouth, your head upside down

I stuff it in hard, and you are immediately full, almost gagging

it feels like it’s going all the way down your throat

so deep you feel my balls against your nose

then I put a hand on each breast, flick your nipples, and start fucking your face

You’ve got both hands on your pussy now, playing with it, making yourself hotter and hotter

I take a drink of vodka, then poor some over your breasts and stomach

I’m laughing now, “murdering” my innocent victim on the altar

You can just feel my cock going in and out, choking you, your tongue licking and you’re sucking hard

Every thrust shakes your body, sometimes scratching you on the cold hard stone, but you don’t care

I pour the rest of the vodka over you. Your skin shines with the liquid in the low light

It feels cold and refreshing on your hot skin

Then I take the neck of the bottle and push it into your pussy

You gasp at first. Unbelieving, that I did it

It feels cold. My cock is now hot in your mouth, and the bottle is cold inside the other end

But soon your relax and accept it. It’s just a unique vibrator!

So you are rubbing your clitoris while I push the bottle in and out, and keep fucking your poor face….

Then I change my mind

I pull out, and drag you to your feet by your hair, then bend you over the altar

You don’t like being suddenly empty. You flail your hands around, searching for my cock

I put your arms behind your back and then take you from behind. You squeal as my cock slides all the way inside your pussy. Finally, you have what you want

I slide in so you feel my balls against your pussy and my hips pushing your ass flat

how about now?

So I’m fucking you hard now

It’s pretty violent, but your body is strong enough

You haven’t been fucked properly for months and now you are getting the fuck of your life

You are moaning hard

I slap your ass and you scream. So loud some birds fly away out of a tree

I’m holding your hands, pinned behind your back, with one hand, and grabbing your hair with the other, pushing your cheek against the cold stone

but you aren’t thinking about the cold stone. Your whole mind and spirit is thinking about my cock, slamming into you hard, over and over again

shaking your world

I let one hand free and you start rubbing your pussy

bringing yourself closer and closer to orgasm

I can feel your pussy tightening against my cock, trying to suck the cum into you

You try to push your ass back into me, getting me as deep as possible, waiting until I fill you full of my cum

your whole body is going red, it’s so hot

So it’s just my cock now, hard and fast

sweat is dripping off you, your pussy is so wet it’s dripping

you are screaming my name

Then I pull out, and before you can think, I bury my cock deep into your ass

You almost rip in half as my hard cock forces into your ass

your knees shake

you let out a long deep moan, and close your eyes so tight I see tears

you are rubbing your pussy harder now

enjoying the twin pleasure, all the hottness between you legs

You feel much tighter now. I’m invading you

I don’t let you relax. I’m fucking you hard and harder, like a wild animal

Your eyes are spinning. You try to look ahead, focusing on the bricks in the temple, the trees behind it, anything,

Your whole body is shaking. It’s like a volcano about to explode

The pressure is rising

I can feel it too. I’m enjoying this. Looking at your young innocent body beneath me, as I ravage it, and treat it so roughly

Watching and hearing your pleasure at what I’m doing to you

finally it’s too much to me. I need to shower you with all my cum

I pull out and release you. You immediately spin around, on your knees, and almost swallow my whole cock

You are sucking it hard, rubbing your pussy, making yourself cum while you suck my cock

You’ve completely lost control now. All you care about is winning my cum

It’s so animal. Quite quickly I feel the familiar pressure and finally I come

I splash you all over. Your face, your breasts, your hair. My thick hot cum covers you

You gasp and smile as each blast hits you

And that sends you over the edge…..

Your whole body shivers, your knees knock together

and you let out a massive cry of pleasure

Your body shakes for a minute, a long hot orgasm

you are rubbing your pussy with one hand, and rubbing my cum into your skin with the other, enjoying your victory

……

Chatting to girls while on magic mushrooms

I’ve stumbled back into abundance lately. Before I went out to Croatia I had very little going on, just a Saudi girl in London I’d had a couple of dates with, a young little Spaniard in Madrid I may or may not see again, and a Bosnian completely obsessed with me but quite far away. Not exactly swimming in girls. Croatia went well, to put it mildly, then I did a couple of half-arsed daygame sessions with Robusto and got some good leads.

One lead was a little Hungarian 20yr old who looks just like the dappy tarts who show up for Pierre Woodman castings videos to earn a crust. Apparently Hungary is porn casting capital of Europe and no surprise when you see the birds – that correct mix of curvy, hot, and slutty looking that could stock the stripclubs of the world ten times over. I wasn’t overly enamoured with her character on the couple of pre-date Facebook chats but no real red flags. Just a cute little girl from a country I haven’t flagged. So we arrange a date for 7pm in Camden.

• 7:05pm she texts: Sorry. I will be late.. i will tell you
• 7:35pm: I leave warrenn street
• 8:01pm: Here. Long story

No doubt you’re wondering why I was still there one hour after the time. Me too. I’d taken half an hour and £3 to get there and was commited to the same to get home. The market was on so I could look at the stalls while I waited. And she’s physically completely my type. I reply:

• Wait 5 min while I walk back to station, then I’ll hear the story

She smiles as I arrive but I can already detect insolence. I refuse to go into the pub until she tells her story, which she does in a half-arsed unapologetic manner. She’s an au pair, the host family came back late, and she didn’t have her own keys to lock up.

• Me: Didn’t your phone work?
• Her: What do you mean?
• Me: You could have texted me much earlier to reschedule
• Her: *shrug*
• Me: One hour is very late
• Her: *shrug*
• Me: You don’t seem to care
• Her: *shrug*
• Me: And you haven’t apologised for being so late
• Her: *shrug*
• Me: No. I’m going home. Goodbye

So I walk off. Back to Chateau RSG to join Bhodi and Robusto for magic mushrooms. I haven’t had any since I was 16 and it’s fun. Round about the peak, my Spaniard skype calls me because she’s arriving in London to see me the next afternoon. I’m just singing Boney M songs and writing gibberish to other girls on text chat. Here’s a few of them.

There’s a Malaysian singer who I opened waaaaay back while she was on holiday and logistics have finally turned my way. We’ve chatted only a few times in the past year but because I made a strong impression and maintained frame, she hits me up when she’s coming to London.

Lastly, some readers with remember the tall smoking-hot Belorussian I met in a Lithuania nightclub. She visited London last summer for 2 weeks and I very nearly banged her but only got one thrust before she went mental and I threw her out. She’s back in London but a couple of months ago I got tired of her shit and put my foot in her arse (literally, sending her skidding across a nightclub dancefloor) and cut her off. After two months of sulking she’s started chasing me again.

I’m not sure there’s any lessons to be learned from this tomfoolery but if you can find them, you’re welcome.

Some video of an idate

Here’s a so-so instant date video from my first week in Croatia, about a month ago. It was a roasting hot day and we were still struggling to get some decent leads. I tried camping out at a cafe near the train station when I saw this girl walk past. Something in her walk really appealed, very sultry, and I knew she was one for me. Unfortunately she’d ducked into a library before I caught up.

So I just sipped my coffee some more and got lucky that she came right back past me. I was very sexual in my subcommunication and making some overt sexual compliments on her sexy walk, legs, and the way she pushes her breasts up at times. Simple idate. After a couple of hours I thought I was on for an SDL but logisitcs intervened. Benefit of hindsight maybe it wasn’t really on anyway.

We had a good makeout and the next evening a date that went well but she was making a big deal out of saying she won’t have sex with me. Couldn’t extract and had to make do with sucking her tits in the park while she rubbed my cock. Squalid guttersniping fun.

You’ll never get laid in this town

Three weeks in and I’ve been pretty unlucky on this month-long Yugoslav jaunt. Under normal circumstances I’d expect such a good set of leads to result in 7-10 lays. That’s not my normal hit rate, far from it, but I’ve had an unusually good set of leads…. and then fucked by logistics, friction, and just plain bad luck. Whatever. I’m quite used to picking myself back up and making things happen from zero. No point having a hissy fit and blaming the world.

My first Friday in Belgrade was an example of how tiny variations in luck can mean the difference between zero and hero, standing on the precipe of greatness and then tumbling arse over tit into the muddy swamps of mediocrity.

Set One – Curvy Serby

Robusto is still in bed recovering from our great night out at a salsa bar so I decide to try a little solo early-afternoon street game. My state isn’t good, I’m tired and a bit frustrated because this city is full of smoking hot women but its so hard to get at them unless you’re willing to do patient coffee shop game. We simply haven’t got time to slowly convert leads. I keep running into the same problems over and over agin, mostly a boyfriend of >3 years. I knock out a few sets and finally get some good luck…. a curvy brunette with massive tits and wide hips bursting out of her short shorts. She’s no stunner, I’d say just a little below the “would date for a while” threshold but quite respectable as a pump ‘n’ dump. She oozes sex and oestrogen which is what turned my head initially, responding great to my opener – “You have the sexiest walk I’ve seen all day”. She’s available and horny. An easy idate.

Her phone blows up with messages from the friends she’s supposed to meet so I know I’m up against the clock, even though all the planets are aligned for the SDL. I bounce her to a bar opposite my apartment where she kinos me, laughs alot, and throws back two vodkas. My spider-sense is triggered, I just know this girl is on but also I know that even if a girl has made an early “I’ll fuck this guy” determination she still needs to be led down the winding path without shortcuts before her legs will actually open. There’s a technical dilemma over how fast to extract her. I’d like to let another hour pass but her phone keeps ringing and at any moment her friend’s may pluck her from my fiendish grasp. I may never get this love bubble going again. So I rush. She refuses to enter my apartment. We make out on the stairs, I tell her I want to fuck her, then take a number. Bah!

Set Two – Nerdy Serby

Yesterday I’d idated a cute little munchkin. Walking along the main pedestrian area I clocked a disguised Krauser girl – just come back from belly dance class with no makeup, hair pulled into a harsh bun, loose-fitting tracksuit. If that was her normal state it would scream “girl uncomfortable with her femininity” and strike her off, but I can tell it’s only a situational outlier. I’m gonna open that, I tell Robusto and he’s “why?”. He can’t see what I see. She loves it and the idate goes great. No kino or kiss but I’m liking her. So next day (after blowing out with Curvy Serby) I meet my librarian girl for a late coffee. It’s a date I have little expectations of becuase she seems so shy and nice. I just figure I’ll do my work and enjoy her company whatever happens.

She prettied herself up nicely and after coffee walks me past her university. I kiss her. Great, it’s on. My social conditioning is interfering with me. A common problem I have is I assume Good Girls are not sexual. Silly, I know. We sit down in a bar and there’s a great moment – she tells me she’s reading Fifty Shades of Grey and loves it. Poor girl has just handed me the opportunity to sexualise that I was looking for. I run with it and we talk dirty and kiss alot. My house is 50m away. I whisk her up to the bedroom. She’s topless on my bed and….. LMR. Bah! As I walk her back to the bus stop she turns her head up to look lovingly into my eyes and says “thanks for not raping me”

Set Three – Dancy Serby

So I have 10pm blue balls but it’s Friday night and I head out to the nightclub boats with Robusto and Bhodi. The signs are good – lot’s of dolly birds tottering in their high heels on the wide strip of riverside grass outside the line of ten nightclubs. First boat we board turns out to be the best club. We make our circle and have fun… thus distinguishing ourselves from every other man in the club. Girls notice and IOIs follow. I get drunk. My state bubbles and suddenly I’m opening everything. Before long I want to start rapid escalating so I run off a few sets. No blowouts but nothing quite sticking and then I get my Set of Glory.

A few girls are dancing with a few guys suspecting little and then I’m like those liveleak videos you see of convenience store workers blindsided by trucks crashing through the windows. I crash into set and immediately harrass the hottest girl. After a brief deer-in-headlights panic she goes for it. I’m too drunk to see anything that’s not directly infront of me but the girl must’ve eye-coded her friends cos they leave us in isolation. It’s a blur but I remember being locked in to the wall while she dances in front of me, leans on me, and kisses me. Attraction is super high. Bhodi is lying drunk under a tree hallucinating after twenty vodkas. Robusto is canoodling with some Russian blonde. I pull my girl onto the grass outside and roll around with her. Ten minutes later I hear a couple walk past:

• Girl: Ugh…. that’s disgusting, those two kissing in the dirt like that
• Man: Yes, disgusting….. hang on, that’s my friend. Nick!

I can’t extract. Her friends come out a few times and I befriend them then we end up in a house party deep in the darkest soviet projects. Fun times with fun people but the social pressure is just enough to keep her legs together. Another hot 21 year old semi-naked on the bed with me and another LMR fail. Bah!

Epilogue - I bang Curvy Serby the next night, Nerdy Serby is in love with me doing sex chats, and Dancy Serby is falling for me.

One of many cute young Croatian girls

I’m out in Zagreb by the train station when I notice a film crew shooting in the park, lots of them lolling about on fold-up chairs lined up on the pavement. A girl I like the look of walks past – shortish, curvy, slim, mousey hair – just my type so I stop her. I’m about two feet away from a pair of camera guys so they can watch and listen to the whole thing.

I run a near-perfect set. Compliments, teases, humour, rapport, leading, everything. The girls is giggling and cooing and the guys are well impressed. Probably the highlight is when she shows me her university report card so I read it aloud, inserting my own comments (e.g. “Biotechnology, F. She keeps texting boys on her mobile phone. Must try harder”). I take the number and what a surprise she’s leaving Zagreb that afternoon for the coast. As good as the set is, I don’t expect much. Just another roll of the dice. I write this one up because of the interesting text chat that ensued.

Note I haven’t fucked this girl, or even seen her. She’s still at the coast. Hopefully something will happen when we are in the same city.

Me: So this is the cute little Dubrovnikian… [standard follow-up, leave no doubt about man/woman frame]

Her: Ouh yes London man i am in cinema watching a cool romantic film  [warm response, good]

Me: Ugh… Romance  [set up first challenge, a bit of hard dominance]

Her: heh, it was good, not too much pathetic. Uh… I am ready for sweet dreams

Me: Hahaha. Girls really like the romance   [soft dominance]

Me: I’m sitting in History bar, sipping coffee, being very civilised  [a window into my world]

Her: Nice, good time with your friends. I am going to bed now, zzzzz

Me: Sleep well

So far so good, but the next day the logistics fail….

Her: Hi Nick, I changed the plan and today I am going to Dubrovnik. Have a good time in Zagreb these few days. And I hope you will welcome me when I come to visit London soon, hehe   [sounds like she's happy for long game, her giving the come on, a good sign]

Me: Young lady, you will be my honoured guest Enjoy Dubrovnik!

Her: O thank you, older man

This is progressing like a normal set, gradually easing into flirting and rapport while waiting for logistics to pan out. I add her to skype and settle in for the long game. Then, out the blue I get a spider-sense tingle that she’s more sexual than I’d first figured, so I test it with an overtly sexual comment….

Her: Hi Nick, are you still in Zagreb? Some Englishmen are sitting in front of me in bus, so I think of you Today is friday 13th, be careful   [another IOI and a nice jumping off point to try sexualisation]

Me: Be careful of what, young lady? Of a cute little sex maniac?   [I usually accuse them of being sex maniacs]

Her: Haha. Which sex maniac? Me? Oh, you uncover me. I was that sex maniac who spy on you last night  [she plays along rather than backpedal, another good sign]

Me: I thought I heard some heavy breathing and moaning from my closet. I thought it was a bear.   [don't jump in too eagerly]

Her: Haha, maybe it was your friend with his girlfriend

Me: OMG you really are crazy. How is Dubrovnik?  [and snip, so I don't look too keen. I want her to feel like its a mutual sexualisation]

Her: Hahah. Sorry,I am sometimes a little bit kinky [brilliant!] it’s ok, sunshine, hot.. later i will go on the beach to swim and sunbathe…Jeej

Me: I shall require a bikini picture, of course. That’s one of the rules.

Her: I have a small breasts, so i can’t show you topless picture, haha. Ok, we will see, you must deserve that with nice and polite behaviour  [trying to get me jumping through her hoops, a reflexive behaviour to see what I'm made of]

Me: Nice and polite? I think you have me confused with someone else   [so I refuse]

Clearly the sexualisation was accepted and I was able to push, though I was careful not to break rapport or sound too keen. I’m just a sexual man who doesn’t mind letting the girl know I like sex. A couple of incidental rapport texts fly and then it gets ramped up again….

Her: You are man of the world And I wish to travel, but when I grow up, someone could kidnap me   [another come-on from her]

Me: I thought we already agreed… I’m going to kidnap you. You’d be my cook and sex slave… Beware!  [I always throw in cooking with the sex to look more demanding and position her into a womanly role]

Her: I will fulfill your every pervesian fantasy and order. It will be my pleasure… my dear lord   [she likes it, great. If this comes off, I think I'll really like her]

Me: +10 I’ll keep you very busy. I’m not easily satisfied!  [but in for a penny, in for a pound. So I continue to frame her as chasing and qualifying because ultimately that's what we both want]

Her: Don’t doubt in me. I know what I need to do I am going to take a shower, I am salty of the sea

From then on I’m out the country so it moves over to Skype chat. I figure there’s a total green light here because she fancies me and is liberal about sex. I might put up a post of those chats too. Anyway, to cut a long story short this one is still in the balance. She’s obviously up for it but there’s not getting around the fact we’ve only met for ten minutes and have horrible logistics. Time will tell.

A small pool of mediocrity in an ocean of brilliance

I’m out on the continent hitting on unsuspecting women. It’s roasting hot. We’ve been dragging our sweat-soaked blistered bodies from cafe to cafe, street-stopping girls inbetween. It’s a glorious holiday with my compadres. Both the quality and quantity of women is outrageous. Girls we would chase down the street in London don’t even turn our heads here, so inured to the quality are we after just two days.

I find it takes a couple of days to dial in my calibration for a new country. There’s been a few very good sets, some solid leads and……. sets like this one which will likely go nowhere. However its the only full set I’ve recorded so far so I’ve thrown it up anyway.

I’d put my game at 5/10 here. Workman-like, lacking in creativity. Don’t let it be said I cherry-pick what I post.