I bang my first 18 year old Estonian girl. Anally.

It’s the second full day of Big Toe and I’s jaunt to Estonia. We’ve been ripping it up in daygame pushing for bouncebacks and flagrant sexual propositioning. Not the type of solid game I’d usually recommend but sometimes you want to push the envelope on a specific part of your game. We are doing more of the same in nightgame with rapid escalation. So we’re pumped. On the way to the bar I see a slutty-looking 2-set stroll by. Young girls with curvy figures and ripped-up punky clothes. Me and Toe exchange glances. “Let’s just blatantly hit on them for sex” I say and we run after them. They crack open easily.

“Hey girls. We were just over there when you walked by and we literally just saw you. Me and my friend here, we are on holiday in Estonia. We’re about to go drinking but we’re a bit tense. We thought that if we can find a couple of girls, take them home right now, and fuck them… then we’d relax and have a better night”

The girls are dumbfounded – a huge adrenalin spike wobbles their legs and they are hooked strong deer-in-headlights style. We keep ploughing and they realise we aren’t backing down and actually intend to bounce them 50m down the road to our apartment. They start to get turned on. The little redhead is in sexual state and would’ve done it right away but her brunette friend is more resistant. We spend a while telling them exactly how we’ll fuck them and occasionally slip into playful teasing and state raising. Finally we decide the girls aren’t up for it right now but might later, when left to chew it over in their minds. So I number close the redhead telling her “we’re going drinking now. We’ll swap numbers and then later if you get horny and fancy some great rough sex, let me know”

like this, but with another 5kg

Then we go out to a shisha bar to meet Toe’s date (a stunning 21yo ’9′) and her friend. We plan to go to a good club that we’ve been recommended, where one of my girls from the prior night is waiting for me to show up. Then I start swapping texts with redhead. It’s a boring exchange but just note how it is purely logistics. This girl had been given no comfort at all – just a five minute attraction set and even that was basically just intent, with little finesse:

• Me 1:08am: We are smoking shisha at delaguardia. What you doing?
• Her 1:17am: Sitting right here, outside at O’Malleys
• Me 1:19am: We are at Delaguardia, at the shisha place. Come join us
• Me 1:34am: We are going to Club Privee
• Her 1:44am: We were just about to come up to delaguardia but ok
• Me 1:44am: Club Privee!!! Join the party!
• Her 1:45am: It costs too much
• Me 1:46am: Boo! Come outside the club and we’ll find you
• Her 1:58am: We’re pretty much near here right now, what next?
• Me 2:00am: One minute, gonna see if they let me outside
• Me 2:02am: They say I can’t go out. Can you come in?
• Her 2:04am: I don’t have enough money with me at the moment
• Me 2:05am: It’s 7 euro. I’ll pay that if you promise to 1. Laugh at my jokes and 2. Treat me like a super hero. Deal?
• Her 2:08am: Haha, would be a deal, but what about my friend, i cant leave her alone
• Me 2:09am: Ok, both of you BUT…. you must be our slaves. ok?
• Her 2:18am: Hahah well… We’ll see about that. But we’ll be there in a few minutes.
• Me 2:20am: Ok, we are on the right, upstairs. Surprise is
• Her 2:22am: Guess I’m coming alone* but you have to come to the door to pay you know.
• Me 2:24am: Wait. 1 min
• Her 2:25am: I’m not there yet, chill
• Me 2:26am: Fucking hell woman, I just walked down the stairs! It was a good song. Text me when you are at the door
• Her 2:31am: Im at the door.

So I make my decision. I’ve only been in the club half an hour helping Toe raise state and be independent of his target, and the 19 yr old virgin I kissed the night before is somewhere in the club but hasn’t found me yet. A classic bird-in-the-hand / two-in-the-bush scenario. I go downstairs to check out my girl.

She’s up for it. So I ditch the club and just start walking her to my place. It takes ten minutes and I finally run comfort comfort comfort while engaging her logical mind. Once inside the apartment I tell her shoes off (“the wood floor is too clean”) and walk her to the bedroom to watch youtube videos. She lies next to me and then I roll over and close her.

Note: the interview / sexual fantasies thing begins about the seven minute mark

I get the expected token LMR which is easily defeated by intent (and some fingering). I give her some dirty talk and take her anal virginity, which she fucking loves. All the usual despicable depravity and by then Toe is home, sleeping on the couch. So naturally I try to pass her on. I reframe her on her attitudes to sex, DHV Toe, and push quite hard to get her to go into the lounge to fuck him. She’s considering it but it’s just a bit too weird for her. A few days later I booty call her and she walks 5 miles through the worst part of town in her heels to receive the Krausercock. She tells me she doesn’t understand why she did it.

I bang my first 23yr old Spanish receptionist

All the back-story is here:

• Approach / Day 2
• Escalation
• Logistics

There’s not much more to add so I’ll skip to the close and the epilogue. I have to close her quick because my soon-to-be-new-girlfriend is due to arrive in London in a few days and will be living at my house. So I don’t really want to be bringing girls back when she’s there. Hence I rush this one and strong-arm the Spaniard to jump on the bus the next morning.

It’s the first time I’ve had a girl come to my house based purely on the internet and already DTF without having to run the usual seduction game. She arrives all dressed up, sexy underwear and as you’ll see from the video her mind is in that curious sexual state of anticipation from the moment she steps off the bus. I do her the decency of pouring a drink, showing her the house, and then chatting for twenty minutes so she doesn’t feel any more slutty than she already feels.

Then fast escalation, no LMR. It’s typical fuckbuddy sex – wild, unconstrained, and she does everything I tell her to. So I collect my anal and cum-on-face flags. She’s a surprisingly good lay – very intense. The moment I finish it becomes a chore to keep her around so I ask her to show me her prior boyfriends on Facebook. I notice they all look the same – Aussie / Kiwi, black hair, and basically good-looking versions of Big Toe. So I start DHVing him. A couple of days later she’s on FB chat with me angling for a repeat performance:

Me: You like Aussies, right?

Her: Yes. Have you got one for me hahahahaa

Me: Actually, yes

After that it’s easy – I suggest them as friends and Toe takes over. Within two days she’s in his bedroom with her tits out. He just a2m’d her last night. My work here is done….

P.S. – The post-script is she has totally gone over to Toe. She still chats to me on FB but has lost all sexual interest in me.

I bang my first large-breasted 19yr old Russian exchange student

I’ve keenly aware that I haven’t been putting up any lay reports for a while. I’ve been having more sex than at any other time in my life but things briefly became very strange. For example I had three girls in 24 hours, got a handful of new anal flags, had about six near misses with absolute stunners, closed a girl then passed her on to a fellow bastard, and also got a girlfriend I have decided to date exclusively (well, sexually exclusive, I’m still allowed to get numbers and dates). Yes, she reads the blog.

So you guys will have to make do with the archives for the time being. Here’s one from May….

trapped in the love bubble

I’m out with Jimmy doing some street game late afternoon in Oxford Street. He’s hitting a few sets but I’m doing nothing because I’m just not feeling it. Then as we are walking to the bus stop home a super-cute Krauser girl walks out of River Island and gives me a long stare. “Jimmy, that was an approach invitation wasn’t it” I ask and then chase her down. It’s raining. She smashes wide open from the beginning and is giving back. This is what a good lead looks like and it’s all effortless. I mini-bounce her under the M&S canopy to get out the rain and then after ten minutes walk her to the nearest pub. Her hindbrain is “on” but the forebrain is cockblocking. Things I hear during the first drink:

• “I don’t kiss on first date. I’m not that kind of girl”
• “I have my principles and they won’t be bent”
• “We’ll never have sex. It’s not like that”
• “I only have sex with my boyfriend”

We are tucked away in the back of a pub and I’m running all the usual stuff to get into deep rapport quickly. She’s totally my type – petite, hair and eyes like milk chocolate, massive and firm natural breasts, curvy, sweet and demure. She’s here for just two weeks doing a language exchange and she leaves in three days. I’d have happily dated her but logistics mean I have to push hard and fast. She rebuffs a kiss close after twenty minutes.

I will not be denied. I ease off, run more rapport, then verbally escalate until her eyes are spazzing out. Then we make out. I have to rush home for a session of Call of Duty with Burto and she has some kind of formal dinner to attend. So I drag her into the disabled toilets across from our table and get her tits out. Good lord, what an amazing pair! She’s well into it but still doing the “no sex”. Fair enough. We arrange to meet the next evening and I run more comfort to soften her buyers remorse.

Next evening we meet 9pm in Camden at which point the video starts. I run light attraction refreshes but concentrate on the deep rapport like explained on pages 121-132 of my book. There’s nothing physical because it’s unnecessary – she’s already crossed the sexual rubicon and I don’t want to start chasing. I bounce her to the next pub and she’s getting antsy because she knows where this night is ending and her forebrain is resisting. So I keep calming her with “nothing will happen except what you are comfortable with” etc. We get a second drink and during the first makeout she spills her wine all down her dress. I verbally escalate her by the book (literally, using patterns from 133-148 in the book. And yes, this is shamelessly plugging it) until she’s grabbing my cock in the pub while telling me how we won’t have sex.

I try to bundle her into a taxi but she’s telling me she’s going out clubbing tonight and must be home soon. So I walk her to the bus stop taking the scenic route via Primrose Hill. More make outs, more engaging of the forebrain, and we are sitting under a tree halfway up the hill. We can see the silhouettes of a dozen drunk teenagers having a party at the crest. She tells me we won’t have sex for the tenth time in ten minutes and then asks if I have a condom. I’m fucking her in the grass within the minute. After I’ve finished doing the dirty we walk back to her bus stop and that’s the last I see of her.

She texts me the next day:

it was brilliant i forget about my cold and my dream was wonderful thanks for that wish you all the best for today

I try to get her over my place before she returns to Russia but the forebrain is solidly in control now and she really does have lots to do. The Russian anal flag will have to wait, and Bongo doesn’t get to see a new girl.

I bang my first 24yr old Brazilian waitress

This is a Royal Wedding special. Friday was a glorious day to be English. The future King of England marries his mannish disobedient trollop, and Krauser finally closes a Brazilian nine he’s been working since the autumn of 2010. Allow me to recap the story.

I’m out with Suave around Piccadilly at the arse end of August when a very elegant and poised brunette strides past on the other side of the road. Aside from her obvious physical charms she has an athletic grace and coordination. I open telling her she looks like a horse-rider who’s lost her horse (she had tight beige trousers and riding-style boots). She laughs, hooks and tells me she’s a fresh-off-the-boat Brazilian. Ten minutes and I take her number. Light text game ensues, none of it very good work from me. Too boring, too nice guy. A week later we meet for a drink and she bizarrely tells me she’s only got twenty minutes between appointments. The language is stilted too. I walk away having cross her off the list. A failed set.

Burto believes the world is unfair, after what I did

About two weeks later I reopen her and we swap texts for a while until we have a proper date. I take her around Covent Garden, run rapport, and kiss close her in The Three Keys pub. It’s all going well but it sets up a pattern that will continue throughout the set – when she’s physically present she’s massively into me and IOIing, but when she’s on the end of the phone she’s flighty and flakey. Third date is more of the same, another fortnight later. While we are in the pub I finger fuck her next to the bar, in bright lights and full of people. She loves the public danger of it. Can’t get her home. A week after that I bump into her in Covent Garden when I’m walking down the street holding hands with my Thai girl. She doesn’t like that at all.

By late October I get a late night call from Suave and then Moran. They were out doing street game in Oxford Street and opened her. After a couple of minutes Suave (talking in Portuguese) realises it’s my target. Like a solid wing, he instantly curbs his intent and starts DHVing me to her, and Moran joins in. She texts me an hour later gushing at how fate struck.

More messing around from her ensues. I meet her at the station by my house and she won’t come home, so we end up in some chav pub for a drink before she wants to bail. Around this time she has to return to Brazil for Christmas and to care for a dying relative. She keeps sending me texts like:

• “Hi Krauser, I arrived in Brazil on Monday and I’m really sad about my [relative], his problem is very serious and I don’t know yet when I go back to London. Miss u….” (mid-November)
• “Hi Krauser, nice to hear from you I’m fine but still worried about my [relative] – And you? Are u okay? Tell me the news. Miss you and I’m always thinking of you….” (late November)
• “Why are you smashed? lol What happened? Miss you a lot x” (early December)
• “Everything is fine here, I’m enjoying the summer as much as I can before I go back to the cold London. Enjoy the party, but please don’t cheat on me! I wish I was there x” (mid December)

You get the idea. She keeps affirming her adoration for me in texts and then not actually wanting to meet for dates. I dismiss her as a games-player. In January she’s back and we have another date, another makeout, and then nothing. I’ve ruled her out for the third time and enforce radio silence. Then, in early April I’m out in Piccadilly with a student when I just bump into her. An extremely awkward conversation ensues in which I lose the frame at the end and say “give me a text sometime and we’ll go out.” I write her off for about the fifteenth time. I’ve been letting this girl dick me around too much and I’ve only half-hearted listened to my core (which was saying “she’s fucked in the head, next her”)

Surprisingly, this is where the momentum builds to the lay. Sometimes sets seem gone, and they rescue themselves. She texts me the next day saying she’s glad we met, has been working alot lately and “but i would love to see you again with more time… I like you a lot but as a friend… and i dont know if it is ok for you… xxx”  I’m done with the idea of fucking her so I’m fine accepting the LJBF. I tell her that’s fine because I’m not single anymore. I ignore her and a week later she hits me up on Friday morning asking if I’m free that night.

... and in a way, I guess it is

I go out fully intending to do the LJBF thing. We agreed to meet 8pm in Camden and true to form she texts 15 minutes before to say she’s late and can we meet at half past. I say ok and change location to another pub down the road. She’s on time and I so zero sexual interest in her for three hours. I’m just leaning back, using solid non-verbals, and doing zero chasing or escalation. And lo and behold, she starts chasing me hard. Leaning in, kinoing me, bringing up sexual topics, verbally IOIing me. I consider these to be a trap, bait to see if I jump with my tail wagging like a little puppy. She’s confused when I don’t and chases harder. I realise about two hours in that she’s burning a flame for me and all that “just friends” talk was bullshit. I’d kinda assumed she was LJBFing me because I’d failed to meet her attraction threshold. Now I realise it was the opposite. She was trying to LJBF me because she was too attracted to me and knew that as a player I could hurt her.

Hmmmm. Back to game mode.

I continue to give her the friends treatment but throw her a bone every now and then about how she’s physically my type. I tell her I’d have dated her but she’s too random and flakey. She asks to see pictures of my last girlfriend and the next one, and I really enjoy showing them. P..r…e…..selection! A catwalk model and a large-breasted wonder girl. It’s well on now. We’re both getting drunk. We end up in the pub that Amy Winehouse always passes out in at midnight. Some local higher-beta types try to hit on her but she doesn’t get out of her seat as they stand in front of her losing value. I ignore it and open an Italian couple next to me. The chodes continue:

Chode: You seem tall
Her: Oh, thanks
Chode: How tall are you?
Her: 5′ 9″
Chode: Hmmm, you seem a bit shorter
Her: Oh
Me: He’s trying to make you stand up to show him. Stand up.
Her: Oh, ok. *stands up*

The chode gives it a few minutes of dancing monkey and then gets dismissed. Brazilian sits back down and tries to join my conversation with the Italians. I’ve just made her think I’m trying to palm her off on other guys. So she IOIs me more. She’s telling me how much she likes me, how I’m a nice guy, the only guy she can rely on etc. I take her to another pub and we are trashed now. She has to go outside for fresh air so I let her, and stay inside drinking. Ten minutes later I go out to find her slumped on the floor against the wall with two chode white knights trying to rescue her. I check on her, tell them she’s my guest (NOT my girl) and go back and drink. I’m really not fussed about her getting stolen, although to be honest the chodes couldn’t even outsarge Jambone. I go back out again ten minutes later and just pull her up and inside. She’s leaning on me on the seats and I go have a piss. I come back and one of the chodes is in my seat, next to my beer, hitting on her. I chuck him out of my seat and he slinks away.

I’m now telling her we’ll smoke dope back at my house. First I walk her up to Primrose Hill at 2am. We are drunk and need to sober up a bit. We lay down and look at the stars. Finally I kiss her, for the first time in three months. She likes it. We’re getting cold so I walk her back to the main road and score some dope from a local shifty black guy. And then it’s a bus home.

She’s acting up a bit know, verbalising her own attempts to LJBF me. I give her a quick tour of the house and then we roll up in my room and smoke. I’m going for the Burto dope close routine. She loosens up and we make out. She’s giving me all the “we won’t have sex” talk. I try escalating her about three times and she keeps knocking me back when I try to get past her tits. Finally I decide to just lie back and sleep. I’ve really had enough. She’s been setting hoops and traps for me for several months and this is just yet another one, I think. So I lie back, shut my eyes, and prepare to sleep.

My core awakens. No! Fuck this! I’m not taking this! Bitch comes into my bed, bitch is gonna get fucked.

I go after her with strong intent. She says no, I say yes, she says “aahhhhh” and squirms in pleasure. I know by now that she’s extremely turned on when I breath in her ear and lick her earlobe, so I do this and caress her. I force my hand between her legs and rub her up, breaking through her token resistence. I finger her hard and she’s grabbing me tight, moaning, reaching for my cock. That mutual caressing is the Its On Moment. For the first time since I met her I’m convinced I’m definitely fucking her. I pull away a bit and move my cock to her face.

Her: We are not….. ahhh….. having…. ahhh….. sex
Me: No we aren’t. We’re just friends.  *frigs her harder, pushes cock to her mouth*
Her: ahhh… do you have a condom

I turn to get the condom and when I turn back she’s ripped her panties off. So I stick it in her and squash her into the mattress for half an hour. She has a fantastically firm gym body. Literally the best body I’ve ever dignified with my cock. As I’m nailing her from behind, grabbing a handful of her hair, getting her to tell me how much she likes my cock in her, three thoughts cross my mind:

• Its the wee hours of the final day of April when I get a new notch. This means I have fucked a new girl every calendar month for a full year – I get the twelfth month at the death. And three of the last four were full on nines.
• Poor old Prince William is consumating his marriage with a 30+ unremarkable trout at the same time I’m consumating my new notch that cost me two beers and a bag of dope.
• Jimmy is sleeping alone next door, doubtless hearing the whole affair, crying tears of ineptitude.

I bang my first Russian catwalk model

This was a long-winded affair. I’m out in Piccadilly in early November with Suave and Jambone. I’m not finding any girls I like and it’s half an hour into the day without me having done a single open. Suave has been scoffing some pink chocolate given free in a promotion outside a shop on Regent Street. We get to the lights by the Trocadero when I see a bona-fide Krauser girl waiting on the opposite side of the road. I hand my video to Suave and say “I’m gonna open her.” A technical problem immediately presents itself.

• Do I wait for her to cross? (stalker)
• Do I open her midway across? (weird)
• Do I stride purposefully through the traffic and open her before the lights go green? (perfect)

I get quite an audience from the bystanders but unfortunately Russia is not paying attention. Its difficult to kill her momentum but once the lights go red again I know I have succeeded. I’m heavily screening and refuse to be impressed by her modelling. I’ll intersperse this post with paraphrases of how she explained her thoughts after the fact.

Rationalisation Hamster #1: When you stopped me I just wanted the ground to swallow me up. I was late for a meeting and you were totally not the type of guy I like. I never like guys with pendant chains and rings. You seemed dumb………. I’m not sure why you had such a strong effect on me. I think I was sexually attracted to you from the beginning.

I have to go to Croatia so I leave it a week then we exchange a few messages on Facebook so I can build comfort, DHV a bit, and show I’m not in a rush to get her. I completely ignore her portfolio pictures and instead SOI her from her holiday photos. We agree a date.

Rationalisation Hamster #2: Your facebook mails showed another side to you, when you spoke about travelling and how you enjoy the culture of Croatia. I thought maybe you are different to how you first looked. I wasn’t really interested in having a date with you but it was a strange time in my life and I’d just decided to give up on a guy I liked a few days earlier.

We meet in an English pub and she’s not wearing any makeup and is dressed in simple jeans and sweater. I learn later that she actively discourages men from liking her and this is one of her strategies. The first twenty minutes are awkward then the vibe softens and I take her for English tea. She really opens up and we get deep rapport quickly. My frame is mostly being open about who I am and what I want. I’m still nervous because she’s my perfect ten and I haven’t closed any girls of such extreme beauty before so I can’t believe how well it’s going. I take her on to my members bar and finally start some kino. She’s telling me its too much too soon so I back off a bit but make sure I get a light kiss before we leave – I don’t want any ambiguity over my intent. I say things like “I’m a man, you’re a woman. It’s my job to push things forwards and it’s your job to resist until you are comfortable.” Finally after six hours I say goodbye at the tube station and give a more sexual kiss then tell her to text me when she gets home safe.

Rationalisation Hamster #3: I wasn’t sexually attracted to you on the date. When you were touching me you seemed like all the other guys I’ve dated. I decided I was never going to see you again…… When you showed me that private room upstairs in the jazz bar I wondered what it would be like to have sex with you there… When you kissed me at the end on Oxford Street something changed. I saw a different side to you, in your eyes. I’ve never felt that before when I’ve been kissed. It was an incredible experience. In those six hours I feel we got to know each other better than people I’ve known for years. When I got home my friend asked me about the date and I said “I want to have him.”

My idea of a physically perfect woman

The second date is a few days later beginning in Cafe Nero in Covent Garden. My nerves are completely settled – I kissed her and she turned up for the next date so its mine to fuck up. I run a twenty minute sermon in intellectual mastery as I explain why I like the book I’m reading – I draw in threads from economics, philosophy, boxing, fringe politics, history of ideas, meme theory and others all woven into an explanation of why socialism cannot work and is a negation of the human spirit. It hits big time. Her eyes have spazzed out and she’s unconsciously masturbating her coffee cup. She tells me later that the next day she and her friend spent four hours trying to unpack my theories – now that is anchoring. I briefly congratulate myself for creating sexual state in a perfect ten by discussing 1920s economic theory. Then we go to a few bars and a pizza restaurant. I’m so relaxed that the one-liners are streaming out…

[sitting in the pizza restaurant where her seat has a view of the chefs making the pizzas]
Me: You sit her, so you get the best view
Her: Of what?
Me: Of me  (diners on both sides chuckle)

We finish in a pokey Spanish bar. She’s all over me now and completely sold, giving me constant verbal IOIs and telling me things like:

- You have so many dimensions to your character. I’ve never seen that before. It’s incredible.
- Your wife was crazy to leave you. She must really regret it now
- When you kissed me, I’ve never felt like that before. It was the most incredible experience of my life.

Needless to say I’m pleased at how this is going, with her rapidly becoming my oneitis.We make out more and I send her home. Third date I walk her around Camden. She refuses to be in any pictures with me, saying she doesn’t want to be in my Facebook gallery with all the other girls. I’ve already told her I’m a player with a few girls on the go – quite ballsy considering I haven’t even poked her at this point – cos I figure radical honesty is the way forwards. We have a drink then I extract. She’s resisting the f-close and I figure I shouldn’t push so hard I risk burning the set, especially because the extraction went like this:

Me: I want you to come back to my place
Her: I’m not having sex with you
Me: Don’t worry about that, I want you to see how I live
Her: OK, but I’m not having sex
Me: You don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with

So I get her tits in my mouth and finger fuck her to orgasm. She’s massively into it but has excellent self-discipline to stick to her no-fucky plan. She’s all over me afterwards. Fourth and fifth dates I pull back on the escalation and we just meet in town for drinks. I’ve already decided I want to date this girl properly so there’s no reason to rush. I’m also conflicted because she’s told me that if we date it has to be exclusive. Remember this is in December and I’ve got a whole host of targets I’m chasing down so I don’t want to dismantle the harem and hang up my spurs just yet when I’m in peak form. So I’m happy to delay the f-close.

Her visa expires and she needs to go home for Christmas and to re-apply. This ends up dragging itself out from mid December until early March. The whole time we just have Skype contact. Fortunately for me girls fall for guys by anchoring to them in their absence so this distance works in my favour. She knits me a sweater. At first her visa is refused but I write an application for review letter for her and the visa is granted. By then we’ve agreed to meet in Turkey for a week’s holiday regardless of how the visa application goes. I’ve already gotten her over the sexual rubicon by doing sex chat with her and having her masturbate thinking about me (and texting me the confirmation when she orgasms). Oxytocin is binding her without my physical presence. Round about this time I f-close Painter and start getting conflicted again over who / what I want.

Rationalisation Hamster #4: You do not believe in yourself and you put on an act. I’m not impressed with that…… When you told me about your mother visiting and then going to Latvia, I got really worried and I cried all night thinking you were losing interest in me.

We meet in Turkey. The first day is awkward. She’s been dreaming of this day for months and to be honest so have I, but I’ve become sold on Painter in the interim. I’m exhausted from sleep deprivation, flying, over-drinking, and then she’s there dressed in frumpy clothes with no makeup. She’s also recovering from a skin allergy so she’s a bit blotchy. I’m conflicted, I don’t know if I should still date her when Painter is coming to live in London within two months. So I’m kinda cold and inadvertently doing push-pull. Nonetheless I f-close her within two hours of checking in to our hotel. I regain F-Town. The next day is a bit tense and at the end of it she tells me she doesn’t like me anymore. I hold my ground, tell her the full truth, and then she’s into me again. Lots of sex ensues.

Rationalisation Hamster #5: I’m euphoric. After you pushed me away like that I feel free. I don’t need you. My feelings have changed completely and we’ll not see each other again so lets just enjoy this holiday……. I want you to teach me sexually, use me however you want, I want you to rape me in London….. I don’t know how you have this effect on me. I’ve never enjoyed sex before but now I’m becoming a sex maniac and I want to experience everything. It’s like you are dragging me into a swamp and the further I sink the harder it is to get out.

She tells me I’m the third guy to fuck her and she hasn’t had sex for nearly three years. The first guy was a powerful politician. The second a hotel nightporter. And I’m borderline unemployed.

So here I am. I’ve arrived at a destination I’d have only dreamed about two years ago when I was composing myself for my first ever cold approach. I just fucked a Russian catwalk model, a perfect ten, in the most animalistic fashion and made her fall in love with me. And then pushed her away because I’m not satisfied with that.

I bang my first Latvian 21yr old brunette – Krauser’s story

It’s valentine’s day in Riga and the famous five are gonna do some nightgame. We warm up with vodka and Dynamite energy drink in the flat then jump in a taxi. Minus 12 degrees and none of the clubs are open midweek. We chuck one of the students in the boot and get the taxi to drive us from club to club, all closed. Finally we drop off in the centre of the Old town and just attach ourselves to a big group of local students who are headed to some bar.

Economic disparities

The bar turns out to be absolutely perfect for the KNM. Wide open lounge bar with unrestricted views, quiet music, and crawling with hot tottie. There’s no competition either, except for the few guys here with girlfriends. So we prop up the bar and start building our aura. After an hour we are glowing and catching IOIs from everyone. One girl squeezes past Jimmy and grabs his fat waist. A nice 2-set sits at the bar a few feet away and I really like the brunette, noticeable for a white hair band. A proper stirring of the blood. I wait for a few IOIs then when my drink is empty I order it next to them.

Me: Hey, can I just say something? When I was a little boy and learning to read at school, we had these books called Peter and Jane. The girl Jane was really clumsy and naughty. She had a white hairband exactly like that *points to target*

The girls laugh and the blonde obstacle is loving it. I chat about two minutes while I wait to be served then roll off for half an hour. We go back to building value. Jimmy and Bhodisatta are working sets. Then a fight breaks out in the street. It’s a proper straightner with a referee and standups when the groundgame stalls. We only catch a bit on video but see the whole fight. When the police come to break it up we pull one of the fighters in and let him blend like we’ve just been out smoking all along. Then back inside.

I’m catching plenty of IOIs from my set and the girl told me later she thought I was really cool but thought I was interested in her friend and was jealous. So far, so Mystery Method. When they go outside for a cigarette I stop them and tell ‘em to join my group when they come back. They do. At this point a student fucks up a bit after I make the introductions. He starts trying to run the set doing some pretty lame MM routines which turn the girls off. I have to decide whether to fight for control (try-hard), stand their quietly bleeding value, or what I actually do which is roll off to Jimmy and tell him “raise my value”. He starts laughing like I told him an amazing joke. My girl later said she thought they’d bored me and she felt loss at the takeaway. All I really cared about was protecting my value.

The student realises his mistake and ejects and for the next hour or so it’s just me and my group talking, not involving the girls. Then we head to a club across the road. Now everything is a blur because we were all smashed by now. Moran starts rapidly escalating some disgusting painted-up blonde harlot and is convinced she’s hot. She repells me in every way. I re-open my set and start to show interest in the brunette Latvian.

Her friend goes apeshit.

She’s a proper low esteem girl who is clearly used to being the one of the pair who gets hit on. So she wanders over to Moran and tries to peel him away from his girl. He shrugs her off and now she’s really angry. My gang tries to divert her but she’s in full-on cockblock mode, dragging my girl to the cloakroom and gives me the finger.

I get the fury. I turn to Bhodisatta and say “I am not having that!”

That's Chodesville in the distance. Population: Moran

I storm over and remonstrate. My target is melting in the show of dominance and I pull both girls back into the club. Then I isolate my girl and rapid escalate her against the wall. We kiss, and I future project fucking her. She’s massively turned on. The club is at chucking out time now so we all leave.

Moran is extracting his girl who is flagrantly playing him for validation but he’s too determined to keep F-Town to screen her out. Jimmy tries stalling the cockblock to let me sneak out with Latvian but my girl won’t isolate. Finally cockblock comes over for one last hurrah. Beautifully, my girl reads her the riot act in Latvian which clearly translates as “I’m going home with this guy. Don’t get in the way”. Blondie cools down and we put her on a tram. It’s -12 and I’m so desperate to get indoors again.

Walking into the flat I give my girl the tour. In the lounge is all the boys, Moran’s target, plus three meth-head friends of hers that wouldn’t detach. Horrible. I pull my girl into the bedroom and start undressing her. There’s no LMR from her but plenty from me. I’m convinced Moran is gonna fuck his girl. The rules of F-Town are quite clear – the clock ticks from the first two strokes. Thus whoever sticks his cock in last keeps F-Town. So I’m delaying my girl, hoping Moran will isolate and fuck his. The moment I hear her squealing I know it’s safe to fuck mine and take F-Town. It never happens. Finally I hear an argument outside. It’s indistinct but I think I just have to fuck my girl before the window of opportunity snaps shut.

So I fuck her three times. After the first, I go next door to the other bedroom. It’s a pitiful sight. All four lads are cramped into a tiny room with no girls in sight. I see Moran alone in bed. I sigh in relief and announce myself as the new F-Town. Even more satisfying than fucking the girl.

I got back in and tell my girl about being a dating coach etc. She loves it and we analyse the pickup. I’m pleased to find out that from her side she was thinking / feeling exactly what I thought she was so my calibration was tight. She tells me she’s 21, I’m the fifth guy to fuck her, and the first to SNL her. Nice.

I bang my first Latvian 21yr old Brunette – Jimmy’s story

This is a guest post from Jimmy Jambone, one of my main wings, who played an integral part in getting me inside this girl. Head over to his blog for my own lay report of this girl, and video footage.

It had been a horrible couple of days in Latvia. Day game was off. I’ll probably post a video diary on Vimeo or YouTube just for the hell of it but it was -13 and biting. Over the whole holiday I did about 5 half hearted approaches, got blown out every single time then the last one, I saw an absolute stunner dressed in really expensive clothes. I opened her with energy. Facebook close. Bhodisatta filmed it but accidentally deleted the footage. I didn’t have my infield mic turned on.

The clubs and bars were where the game is at. For once I felt like a night gamer, which used to be my strong suit and I haven’t been into it for a long time. The bars were low volume and target rich.

Monday night was a long and interesting one. We started with a long taxi drive trying to find a club open. They were all shut. After trying 3, we got the driver to drop us off in the old town and walked the streets in the cold. All bars shut. Bumped into a party of girls and they walked us to a bar.

And it was a good one. We went in, ignored everyone, stood by the bar in a horseshoe and started to build value/elicit IOIs. Which started to come within half an hour.

Best part of the night was seeing a bit of hand to hand outside the bar (video of streetfight on JJ’s blog – K.)

The five of us were all well in set all night. Krauser’s set of choice were a blonde and a brunette. I saw him open, then leave the set, asking us to give him value. I noticed blonde looking over, she smiled. Lee at some point turned up with a haughty, tall blonde stripper looking girl and disappeared off to another club, Bhodi was in with a Norwegian and London Sky and I had a two set by the back wall we were working.

We’d hit the bar at about 1am, maybe later, but it seemed earlier. We were a bit caught off guard when it suddenly shut. We all decamped to the club across the road. It was pretty empty. And a bit of a seedy joint. Moran took his sour faced slut and the rest of us sank beers by the bar while desperate Latvian men took very unsavoury looking women into the toilets and fucked them.

Krauser then, out of the blue saw his two set leaving, so he went and stopped them, dragged them back to us and then isolated his target, the brunette, much to the surprise of the blonde, who thought that he wanted her. What followed was a painful half an hour of trying to distract the very disgruntled cockblock, while Krauser got his lay.

First off, when they were dragged back and the blonde was left with us, she turned to me and said ‘I think you’re boring, go away, don’t talk to me’.

No worries here. She wasn’t fit, wasn’t on my radar and I would rather talk to London Sky and Bhodi. But that’s not how you work a set is it. If the obstacle gets bored or kicks up a fuss, it can slow down, interrupt and even end the player’s set. So for half an hour Bhodi, Sky and I desperately emasculated ourselves to a preening, unattractive nasty blonde doing and saying ANYTHING to prevent her from turning around and spoiling Krauser’s chances. This included standing in the way of the cloakroom so she wouldn’t see them getting their coats and leaving.

After around half an hour Krauser left with his girl, we waited until they got clear and cut the blonde loose. She realised what we’d done and stormed off. We breathed out, congratulated each othe,r then went to get our coats. Ten minutes later we’re in the street and horror of horrors the obstacle is back and talking to Krauser and the target. It’s -500 and after 2 minutes of trying to flood interference, Bhodi calls a taxi, grabs me and says ‘We will die if we stay out in this’. I tell Krauser he is on his own and flee.

Back at the apartment, Lee is back with his haughty stripper slut and some loser mates of hers who are doing Crystal Meth in the bathroom. The haughty bitch is doing a great job of tooling Lee who is so drunk he doesn’t know what he’s doing. I laden myself down with spy cams, 4 of them, and just sit around the flat confident I might catch something amusing.

Something fucked up with the spy cams but I did get Krauser returning with his target.

I bang my first 21 yr old Lithuanian painter

This is the pay-off for some diligent Long Game. I’ll go into detail here on the end game, something I’m still pretty weak at, but first a summary of the preceeding stages:

The Meet: I’m walking through Gedmino street (main shopping area) in Vilnius with Jambone doing some scheduled day game. I see a cute young chick sitting on a bench waiting for someone. She’s wearing a deep purple coat. I open her saying its the same colour as my favourite raspberry yoghurt I’d eat as a child. She’s flattered and later tells me she thought about the meeting for the rest of the day thinking it was extremely romantic. She tells me she has a boyfriend and won’t give her number. I take the facebook and add her later that day. I assume its a dead lead.

The Long Game: Over the next three months I guide her through the steps. She gradually warms to me and by Christmas she’s sending me naked photos and telling me how she wants to be fucked. Slutty as this sounds she does so while maintaining a demure maidenly frame and insisting that she has a boyfriend. Nonetheless we agree that when I go to Lithuania she’s gonna come round to the apartment and cook for me, and then whatever happens happens.

Bonus Round: I float the idea of her bringing a friend to help cook and then Jimmy can talk to her. A cute blonde 20 yr old is chosen and we have a couple of weeks to DHV J-bone in advance of the meet.

So I turn up in Vilnius deciding Painter is my #1 target and all other targets must fit around what I do to close her. She wants me, I want her, but there’s three massive obstacles:

1. She has a boyfriend of 5 years who is fully integrated into her life and she does not want to cheat on.
2. She has only ever dated this one guy. So she is sexually inexperienced and still links sex and love strongly.
3. She can’t be seen publically with me lest her reputation be tarnished and she loses what she considers to be “everything”

The fact she knows I’m a player with a harem doesn’t phase her at all. It’s a DHV not an obstacle. The same day I arrive she comes around.

Day 1 – This is all about comfort. I need to confirm to her that I am the guy I presented as and that she isn’t forced into anything. She needs to relax and feel that I do like her and this isn’t just a booty call. We chat as she cooks and then Jimmy shows up for his eats. After I tell her “I promised I’d kiss you if I like your food….. I liked it”. Short kiss, push her away, and we watch a movie on my laptop in the lounge. It’s on now and by the time she needs to leave we are making out. I do not try for the close.

Night 1 – Jimmy and I are tired. We haven’t slept the prior night and now it’s midnight after all the travel. Painter texts unexpectedly to invite us clubbing at Salento. It’s five minutes walk from our apartment. We end up there, and start free-wheeling a new method for nightgame (another post to follow). We roll in like rock stars, take prime bar position and then talk animatedly to each other while ignoring the room. Soon lots of IOIs come our way. Painter is on the dancefloor with her blonde friend Daewoo [in-joke]. We don’t look at them and before long they notice us and start IOIing. We begin pulling girls over to us to get a nice horseshoe in front. More IOIs. I run some “secret” long distance gesturing with Painter. After a couple of hours we leave. Job done. She now has witnessed me as the guy chased by hot girls, and Daewoo has seen Jimmy as the same.

Day 2 – More of the same. Chatting, fooling around, rapport and then move on to making out. I spent alot of time doing the Tony T “masculine presence” routine. This means you are just exuding masculine energy so that her feminine radiance comes out, and as she glows hotter she feels more and more magnetised to you. You aren’t “kino escalating” or “running material”. You are creating an aura so she is emotionally drawn to you. Towards the end of the evening I push her further sexually until she is down to her panties on my sofa. At the moment I’ve hooked my thumbs into them her boyfriend calls. I pull back.

Day 3 – Same again. This time the LMR returns as I have my hand down her panties. I am telling her variations of “It’s okay for you to say no. You can leave anytime. I won’t be angry.”

The weekend comes and with it her boyfriend and some family obligations. She has two days to stew on it while I pursure other targets. She texts to say she will spend the night next time, and bring her friend.

Day 4 – The first two hours are bringing Jimmy into it and getting Daewoo into him. It’s a struggle because her English is awful so it’s so hard to get rapport. She obviously wants him but she can’t be moved through the necessary stages of the courtship ritual. We aren’t drinking much, it’s not a club. Fools Mate isn’t gonna work. Jimmy knows Daewoo is just a bonus ring so he keeps his eye on the ball which is to get me laid. Knowing that I have all night to work, I keep it light and make her chase. By midnight we are upstairs in my bed and undressed. It’s make or break.

I decide to make her chase, make her jump the chasm. I lie on my back with my arm around her and just wait. She gradually escalates me. Before every escalation she stops to look at me. Like a child puzzling over a maths problem, I can read her mind on her face. It’s a straight-forward forebrain-hindbrain conflict. She starts talking:

Her: I’m such a bad girl
Me: Why?
Her: *thoughtful silence*
Me: Tell me
Her: I left my boyfriend at home with my parents. They are watching tv together now. He’s angry.
Me: *smiles inwardly*
Her: And I forgot to log out of facebook. Maybe he’ll see our messages  ["Are you staying over tonight?" etc]

There’s more LMR until an hour later she’s finally so hot that the forebrain folds it’s cards and I fuck her. She never truly relaxes but it’s good sex and she orgasms. Afterwards as we lie together she’s thoughtfully silent another five minutes then:

Her: OK. You got me.
Me: *silence*
Her: I’m another one of your victims.

Never heard that after sex. +10 points for me.

*Note – I’ve taken down all the photos because of the boyfriend / reputation issue. Sorry. She’s fucking sensational, so it’s not an easy choice. I’d rate her as the hottest of ALL the girls I’ve fucked since I got into game.

*Note 2 – This sounds like alot of effort. It was. To get girls of this calibre in the face of such obstacles is always hard work. If you don’t want to invest the time then scratch these girls off your target list. If you genuinely like high value girls and genuinely enjoy the thrill of the chase then you’ll be enjoying the work not resenting it.

I bang my first drunken Aussie

It’s bootcamp night on Friday and I’m not working (I never wing nightgame). Nonetheless there’s seven students and seven instructors so I think it’ll be fun to go out and get drunk while I watch as an interested observer. We hit Camden Town and it’s pretty busy. Before long I can’t help but start opening, passing on a couple of sets to students. I drink a bit more, get into the fun spirit, and decide I want to do a set or two for real.

Next to me are two Australian girls, mid-twenties and about 6s in looks. Not the sort of girls I’d chase down in daygame but they look like they might be fun so I tease the obstacle about her jacket (It’s red and looks a bit like a quilted winter jacket a granny would wear – a bit beatnik) then ease into the set. I’m doing fairly strong douchebag game like I always do when drunk and not much bothered if I lose the set. It hits well. A student comes in to wing and it’s just the usual push-pull for a while. The girls clearly sense my outcome independence cos I really don’t care where it goes, I’m just on autopilot.

I roll off into a takeaway and a student gets the wrong end of the stick (he thinks I need the set held in my absence) and jumps in. I think he’s trying to steal the set and because they’ve just had a lecture on wing rules I tell Burto I’m gonna give him a live lesson. I walk over, say excuse me, and pull my target away. She comes with me. Burto then goes in to explain what I did and why. [I wouldn't have done this if I was officially winging the bootcamp]

I know the SNL is on so now I just have to build a little comfort and make my intentions clear. The set is already heavily sexualised because I’ve had her twirling for me so I can check out her arse, grabbing her tits etc. As the pub kicks out around midnight I sit on a bar stool, pull her in and while looking in her eyes say “I’ll tell you what I want. I want to fuck you. Tonight.” She nods and says she has to tell her friend.

I enjoy the feeling of sitting against the bar, finishing my drink, watching my girl at a distance tell her friend she’s coming home with me. Then she comes back and we get a taxi back with Lee and his oneitis. There’s no LMR. For reasons unbeknownst to me I decide I should fuck her in the ass and cum on her face, so I do.

Afterwards I am strangely compelled to give her full disclosure about my blog, my company, the bootcamp, and so on. She actually says “I thought so! My friend said you were teaching those guys pick up”. It’s actually fairly obvious when a big bootcamp is on. She’s keen to see some infields and laughs when she sees me doing some of the same things as I did to her. I then give her the Book of Alpha warning talk about the perils of bad boy chasing. The next day I push her out the door. She’s a nice enough girl but we both understood this was a one-nighter.

I bang my first tall 22 yr old half-cast office girl

I’m out on Friday night with some old uni friends. They are all coupled up so there’s no sarging going on, just beer and chat. I’m in the mood to get smashed and I’m a few pints to the good when we find ourselves in the Counting House near Bank (that’s in the finance district of the City of London). It’s an old style English pub with bright lights, brass fittings, and full of finance chodes. Not a venue worth sarging in the unlikely event you can even find a woman in it.

Things take a turn towards the interesting because out of the five of us, two are former players who used to do pretty good club game years back before they got coupled up and regressed into chodiness. There’s another guy I’m meeting for the first time who is starting to show interest in game. So naturally conversation turns towards girls. I’m a bit drunk but I think what happens next is this…

Post-booty call, two weeks later

Finally a stand-out girl walks into the bar, with a fat cockblock and two orbiter chodes in tow. She’s about 5’10″, long legged, long straight black hair and very strong features. One of our gang points her out with “is that a tranny?” I look over and think she’s actually pretty hot, if a little high-T. I decide its time for a demo set. Fortunately her group stands nearby so I edge round till I’ve got my back to them then open over the shoulder with a classic opinion opener on the cockblock. Can’t remember what it was, but I’m basically running a douchebag Mystery method.

Obviously the target, HB High-T, wants in on the fun. She’s aggressive, confident and brash. So I neg her, turn my back and ignore her. It’s playful so eventually I let her into the conversation and soon I’m leading the whole group. The two orbiters are soon dick-tucking and letting me tool them though I don’t do it overtly because I don’t like aggressive amogging. Just enough to lead the group. Before long High-T is trying to isolate me by offering to buy a drink. I refuse and insist on paying for my own (this isn’t a tactic – I don’t like strangers buying me drinks). She tries to lead me to Abacus with her group and I refuse, saying I’ll take her to my favourite bar but only her. I join her outside for a smoke and show her pictures of my new girlfriend. She agrees to the bounce then wanders off to shit test me by flirting with some chodes then dragging my friend outside and coming on to him. So I go back to my friends and forget about it for 20 minutes till she comes back. We drink up and move on.

It’s physical in the taxi and I kiss her, then we start to connect in the next bar. A bottle of champagne gets me drunk and she starts crying on me over something or other. I tell her I’m a pickup coach and have a harem. She doesn’t seem to mind. After a few hours we taxi back to her place and she gives me LMR. I persist a little while then roll over and go to sleep.

Next morning I wake up with a sore head and dry throat. She claims she doesn’t have any juice or coffee. We chat for another couple of hours as we lie in bed and then she starts getting horny and can’t keep her hands off me. I hold steady and let her come to me. Finally she’s grabbing my cock so I say “I want to fuck you now.” She says ok. So I do.

The moment I put my cock in I realise I’m feeling extremely hung over and just can’t be bothered with a good session. So I say “I’m tired and it’s Saturday morning so this is gonna be a slow fuck.” She wants it hard so I make a half-arsed effort then roll off after about five minutes. She gives me a look that seems to say “that was ok, but I want more” soI tell her “You should’ve got me some juice”.

We swap numbers and I leave for breakfast at a nearby greasy spoon cafe. I get a strawberry milkshake, white coffee, then beans on toast with a fried egg and two hashbrowns. Lovely.

No photos or videos. I’d put her at a 7.