I dunno, it’s been a funny few weeks. Lot’s of craziness. This one didn’t want to be cured.

Sometimes I’m in a mood where I can’t be bothered with arsey girls. This one started out with such a bitchy response but I decided to plough anyway because Russians often give you one minute of the cold stare before softening. It’s just part of the game for them.

This girl did soften but then decided to take offense at something innocuous. I know my vibe wasn’t there and she was just testing, but I couldn’t be bothered to pour effort into her value vaccum.

So I started arguing with her.

And funnily enough she begins to light up and IOI a little. Turns out she’s unavailable and basically a “no” girl (for me, at least). Good practice for not backing down. If my vibe had been good I might’ve turned it around.

Burto recently picked up a sweet Estonian gogo dancer by eyefucking her in her day job. What readers don’t know is the cunning tag-team role played by me to give him his isolation with her. So at the exact moment he’s doing his thing (on video) here is me eyefucking her co-worker. Commentary in the video.

It’s another hot day in Estonia and I’ve been killing it with Burto. I run off a quick warm-up set on a cute young Russian who turns out to be married with a kid. Then my second set is a stunning leggy 22 yr old. I forget to mike-up but Burto gets me from long distance. For the first minute or so she’s looking away alot and giving short answers. At first I think I’m not getting her attracted but soon I realise it’s the opposite – she really likes me and is nervous, especially with her bad English. She’s on her way to work so I only do ten minutes and forgo the i-date. Great set and I’m enthused by the warm she gives me in body language and a beautiful wave goodbye.

A few texts ensue then I get her on a Day 2. I pull her into a cafe, run lots of rapport (which is tough because of the language barrier) and then decide on a fast bounceback. I get her on my bed and start trying the Yad closing routine which goes along the lines of:

1. Back off on the masculinity and let her lead
2. Make her invest by showing her favourite Youtube videos
3. Invite her to lie down next to you.
4. Wait a minute or two, then escalate fast

Unfortunately my flashplayer is suddenly fucked and youtube won’t work. Bugger. So I put some music on but it’s not the same. She’s shitting herself with a full-on forebrain-hindbrain conflict. I can see in her mind the hamster is spinning hard with “why am I here? why don’t I want to leave?”. She won’t lie on the bed so eventually I stand her up and go for the kiss. She stays in a tight hug with me, tits pushed into me, crotch to crotch, but won’t kiss. She says it’s too fast. We stand for a while with her giving me a look of adoration. Then she has to go off to work again.

More texts and on the last day she agrees to meet before I head to the airport. This time she comes into my apartment within ten minutes. Burto makes a hasty exit to give me isolation and I put her at ease by chatting as I pack. Then we sit together and I do the “kings throne” with her legs over me, her head resting on my shoulder as I cat-scratch her temple. She’s almost purring. Still no kiss. She doesn’t mind me squeezing her tits but won’t let me escalate further and there’s literally not enough time to fuck before the taxi comes. We swap facebook adds and have chatted a few times since.

Weird.

A couple of months ago we have a big house party/BBQ at Chateau RSG for a friend’s 30th. It’s on Saturday night and our cleaner normally comes in on Sundays. So I have to find a one-off cleaner for Saturday morning to spruce things up in advance. We like the Chateau to look spick and span.

I head down to the newsagents and copy down some cleaner’s numbers from the cards stuck in the window. First call is to a Romanian girl. She’s busy at such short notice but sends her mum. The old crone does a good job and I pay her. That’s the end of it, right?

No.

Two weeks later the daughter calls, a 24-yr old Romanian. She flaps her gums about how her mum loved our house and thought we were cool guys, and I was especially nice. She wishes she’d been able to clean the house. Ok. And do I need anything else? No thanks, we’ve got a regular cleaner. Tony’s maid is doing the painting. I iron my own shirts on the rare occasion I wear one.

Her: No, I mean do you need anything extra?
Me: I’m fine
Her: I mean anything at all?
Me: Like what?
Her: I can’t say on the phone. I mean anything.

Aha! The bulb in my head goes “ping!”. I’m on the bus to teach bootcamp so I just run some comfort, tell her I’m busy right now. She offers blowjobs at whatever price I think is fair. I reframe and tell her I’ll meet her in a pub sometime for a drink, but I’m not promising anything. Some time goes by.

I’m sitting at home on a Thursday night playing Call of Duty Black Ops with Jimmy. Bored. I ask him if he fancies trying to shore the whore. “It’ll be a blogpost” he says. So I text her:

“Hi [name]. I’m sitting at home with my friend Jimmy. Why don’t you come around for an hour? We’ve got a little vodka. Have a chat, see our house. No promises about anything else.”

She calls back within ten minutes and arranges to come over late after work. We go back to Call of Duty and hope she’s not a rotter. By 11pm she’s outside so I let her in and then Jimmy and I reframe her hard. We devote most of our attention to the video game while engaging her in rapport, then start DHVing on our pick up lifestyle, showing her infields of our daygame. She’s fascinated and wants to watch lots of my videos. I’m not really sure how to play this so I defer to Jimmy on the escalation. He does his usual lazy laid-back entitled thing and it hits well.

How I imagine CoD Black Ops

She’s only a low 6 so I’m not much fussed how it goes. I’m just thinking of my dear readers and the new blogpost. JJ starts escalating on her attitudes to sex and it turns out she’s into freaking out. She did a 9 guy / 2 girl gangbang when she was whoring overseas. Tells us she loves blowjobs etc. She keeps trying kino on me which I rebuff to play Call fo Duty.

Finally I go for a waz and when I come back JJ has gotten her to agree to suck me off so I can score her on the quality of Romanian blowjobs. So she does. JJ is sitting next to me playing COD but my aim suffers and I start getting shot lots. It’s the only time he’s ever outscored me in multiplayer. I suspect that was his plan all along.

I feel slightly shy having my cock out with a fellow Bastard present, so I take her round the corner and come on her face. She loves it. Then I wipe my cock off and catch up on the game, getting a Care Package and even the Attack Dogs. Fly my beauties, fly!

She’s qualifying now and asking if she was good. I say 6/10. She wants to suck off JJ too but he says no, he’s still emotional about his Polish girl having returned to her homeland. She’s virtually begging for the chance to suck him off. He resists. So I send her home. She thanks me for a great experience. Never mentions money once all night. Reframe!

So there’s a few tick-boxes for me:

• First shoring
• First cleaner

I’m supposed to be gangbanging an Argentinian escort (also for free) with a wing next week. Let’s see if I can tick those boxes. Already got strippers and catwalk models. Maybe by June I’ll get the whole list by bagging a celebrity, a midget, and a blind girl.

This has been a weird two weeks with some unexpected and unusual stuff happening. One such event was two days ago. I’m minding my own business when a lost set from Estonia suddenly reopens herself for me. It’s all explained on the video sex chat below.

EDIT: Video is reupped now. Should be working.

But of course, it’s not enough. I have to find a way to leverage this experience with another set, so I open up Button Nose – a sweet English girl who is also a total perv. We’ve got a big brother – little sister dynamic right now which I enjoy and I thought this story would make her laugh. So I write her a text…..

Me: MSN video sex chat with 20yr old Russian stripper till she comes. Estonia is the gift that keeps giving! 😀
Her: I knew u were good with women but this is insane….
Me: And the big secret is….. I videoed my screen while I did it. Heh! It’s one for the wank stash

She comes online to Facebook so we continue on the chat.

Me: I know, I rock
Her: LOL    so wierd Nick, so damn wierd but you have become quite the presence in my life
Me: It’s 11:46am and already I’ve received the compliment-of-the-day    🙂
Her: 🙂
Me: I can’t claim too much credit for this one though
Her: you     can
Me: it was a surprise, really     BTW, not the same stripper as the other night     how it happened was…. I was out in Old Town with [Burto] when we picked up 2 girls on the street and instant-dated them to a cafe
Her: leddddddddddddge
Me: went well, spent an hour with them     we took numbers and said goodbye, and started walking off to Mcdonalds to eat     literally 15 seconds after saying goodbye to the girls, I saw another one I wanted     so I stopped her and instant-dated her to the same cafe     which surprised the waitress somewhat     Her english was terrible but she was just kinda docilely following my lead     So I bounced her around a couple of places and then her mum called her home for her granny’s 60th birthday party    following so far?
Her: of course     wait     lolllllllllllllllll     ok     go on
Me: So I take her number after about 90 minutes and then catch up with Burto     I missed the McDonalds     I text the girl 4 times in the next two days and get no answers     On my last night I blatantly proposition her. No answer     ok, so I assume that now she’s outside of my direct presence she has woken up and remembers she’s got a boyfriend or something     I consider it a dead lead
Her: ok
Me: then out of nowhere at 11pm last night I get this text from her:     “Hi how are u?”
Her: SOLD
Me: my reply: “Oh hey tanja! I’m back in London now. How are you?”     this is the bit why I say I can’t take credit     she immediately replies “I’m fine.do u like russian sex girls my sweety?”     me: “Of course I do darlin’ 😉 If you were in London now I’d show you….”
Her: wtffffffffffffff
Me: she is like “Mmm i like this, i like lick”
Her: wtffffffffffffffff
Me: I tell her “add me to facebook and we can talk quicker. Search [my email]” she replies “I dont have do u want my pussy?”     I give her a few sentences of what I’m gonna do to her then she says “Do you have msn?”     I don’t have a webcam but see says it’s fine for me to just text while I watch her     So when I video call, she’s wearing awesome lingerie and is already mashing her tits up for me
Her: lolllllllllllllll
Me: I got all that stuff on video     Her face isn’t in it, so it’s safe to show you sometime     (I wouldn’t show anyone anything if she could be identified – I’m kinda a prude like that )     thoughts?
Her: it’s nice that u wouldnt show otherwise     wud be interested in seeing it     and     what a shocker     that after days of nothing     she is on it like a car bonnet    also [Button Nose’s new romantic interest] just started chatting with me
Me: I’m not aware of [him]? Is that the ex or the new guy?
Her: the new guy
Me: BTW, add me to MSN and I’ll give you a more… ahem… stimulating… chat one night    when you’re horny
Her: lol hard at ur abbreviation
Me: and I promise not to video it. Unless you want to see it later, that is
Her: i don’t have msn
Me: that’s rubbish, I was hoping to polish my skills     and perhaps my rocket

Then we go off chatting about other stuff. I’m just in the habit of being completely open with girls these days. My current girlfriend was watching my infields with me a couple of says ago.

I’ve long been a fan of the Private porno company. They always put together top-class euro-totty into movies with good production values. And formulaic though it is, the action is pretty good too. Fond memories of my youth….

When I was an 18 year old chode I first discovered Private magazine on a weekend dope-smoking trip to Amsterdaam. This is back when there was no internet and porn was not legally available in the UK. An under-the-counter porno mag literally cost £40. So as horny chodes in Amsterdaam it was exciting to have whole shops dedicated to filth.

It was here I first saw Tania Russof. A cheeky Hungarian mink who became my second favourite porno slut (after Tabatha Cash). As time went by I ended up dating/fucking a Japanese girl who looked exactly like Tabatha (my ex-wife) – but with slanty eyes obviously. Never got to date a Russof look-alike. That changed in Estonia.

My chick

with make up

These are the closest matching pictures I can find. In person, she’s very similar. I hope I get to fuck her.

Here’s one of the bouncebacks I got during this week’s trip to Estonia. It’s not the greatest because ultimately I can’t fuck the girl, but on the plus side:

1. She’s a catwalk model
2. She’s a teenager
3. She’s a virgin
4. It took me an hour from open to my door

So all things considered I did ok. I might update this post with some play-by-by. Dunno, me and Burto have gotten fucking loads of material this trip and it’s gonna take forever to sift it all. Estonian girls are well nice, I’m as happy as a pig in shit.

I’ll rate her a high eight.

Girls love a defiant man. Imagine your life symbolised as a hilltop castle. When you meet a girl you want to poke you are inviting her to your lair. At first she’s going to kick the walls, bang on the raised drawbridge and inspect the battlements. She’ll huff and she’ll puff and she’ll try to blow your house down. But you, sir, do not live in a house of straw. You are the piggy who bought the bricks. The girl shit tests your castle and you win her over with hard dominance.

Now she enters. She makes her way to the garden to see if you have flowers, trees and a water fountain. Then she’ll frollick into the courtroom to lounge on the cushions and admire the draperies. The girl is seeing if this is the kind of place she’d like to live. Is the inside of your castle a barren prison fit only for hard-faced men-at-arms, dour defenders of civilisation from the hordes? Or is it an opulent palace of pleasure that would make Antony and Cleopatra blush? The girl is testing you for soft dominance.

If you pass both tests she’ll leave her earrings on your bed and her hair in your shower drain. She’s entered your reality and likes it there.

Bad boys have hard domince. Nice guys have soft dominance. Players have both. An early, easy and fun way to project hard dominance onto a girl is through teasing and defiance. You are communicating to her I will not be cowed. Her bullshit isn’t legal tender in this bar.

So, I’m out with Whitewolf doing my first proper daygame session in over a month. I do a few solo approaches and get an instant date with some Chilean student. Nothing special, the vibe isn’t really there. I stop a Spaniard, then a Russian, then a Persian. The girls are stopping but I’m a bit off the pace, not quite on form. Considering my lengthy sabbatical I’m nonetheless fairly pleased. Then finally, a great set.

I see a tall black chick cross the road and open. Boom! She loves it. Right girl, right time, right mood. I’m immediately busting on her saying her long legs look like a giraffe, she has claw-hands like a basketballer, and she’s one of those sex perverts who watches zebras fucking on nature documentaries. I bounce her across the road for a coffee. Number. The texting is going well. Electricity is injected into this set.

I meet my Brazilian stripper for a late lunch. She’s acting funny so I ditch her and rejoin Whitewolf. As we are strolling down South Bank I dive onto this chick, Latino Actress. She also hooks strong. She’s also the right type of girl and I’ve built up strong vibe in the past two hours. I bust her hard and bounce for coffee, then onwards for two pints. I’m starting to think there’s an SDL in this but an insurmountable logistical barrier presents itself via her boss calling her in for a late shift. Bah!

Here’s video from when we had the second pint. Just note how I’m framing her and introducing sexual topics and future projections. We’d already agreed to rob a bank with her dressed as a whore to distract security.

This is a continuation of the previous post. I’d just logged off to go watch a movie and pretty much the moment I log back on, she’s opening me again. My reading is that she’s almost on the hook and is wanting to submit to me but her rationalisation hamster requires a few more spins before it’s satisfied.

Her: how was the movie?
Me: oh you…..     heh! it was awesome!     guns     cars     explosions    sex     fights    [contrast game between the educated sophisticated guy and the retarded caveman]
Her: as i said..very YOU!   [big IOI]
Me: I usually like Nicolas Cage movies     we share the same brain    [yet again, I yank the conversation off the usual well-worn treads and run with it]
Her: i think is time to change your brain     you need a soft, polite, kind brain     [an IOI because she is invested enough to want to modify my behaviour. But obviously also a shit test to beta-tise me]
Me: I can be soft, polite and kind     occasionally
Her: how many girls did you approach in Oxford St today? haha     [she knows I teach]
Me: None. Too many Brazilians.     Crazy, brunette Brazilians     (the annoying type)     [agree and amplify, frame her as bratty]
Her: very funy     :p     the best ones you meant to say
Me: There’s one Brazilian I really like     but he’s in Sao Paulo now    [she’s met Suave, so she knows who I mean. I leave about thirty seconds between the sentences for comedic timing]
Her: i knew it 😦
Me: heh!    [an all-purpose response when she doesn’t give you enough to work with]
Her: 😛     😛
Me: you can be my 2nd favourite Brazilian     [never ever 1st. It’s a good game to rank a girl really low on some ridiculous list e.g. “you are my 25th favourite thing in the world. Above eggs, below elephants”]
Her: 😛
Me: actually, no     my 2nd favourite is Pele     you can be 3rd
Her: hahahahhahaha    [she’s loving it. No-one talks to her like this]
Me: in fact this is my 3rd favourite

Her: hahahahaha     you are boring but i have to say you amuse me    [another IOI but as usual she won’t quite fold her cards]
Me: blah blah blah    [another general purpose response. It’s important not to start preening myself in pride at the compliment she gave. She’s used to guys jumping on it]
Her: keep makes me laugh 😀
Me: laugh quietly     don’t disturb your neighbours    [order her around]
Her: I laughed loud     the guy next to my room is studing now     you see what you do     is your fault
Me: I feel very bad now     my conscience is hurting me     he might fail his exams     be thrown out of school     be unemployed     start taking drugs    [again I yank the conversation away and go off on a tangent]
Her: i hope so….i dont like him! hehe     [do NOT co-sign bad behaviour, even though its clearly playful. It’s a great chance to show I don’t pander to her whims.]
Me: that’s very mean. -5 points for you     be nice     be super nice
Her: laugh loud againn     hahaha     you are so nice…+10 points for you     now i have to go…    [she’s rapport-seeking by mirroring my points scale, but it’s also a subtle frame steal]
Me: cool, I’m on 3,423,978 points [link]    [agree and amplify]

Her: dislike
Me: boo    [she didn’t give me much, so I don’t give much]
Her: ghost?
Me: similar, but more scary     it’ll give you nightmares
Her: -20 points     be nice!     [rapport-seeking and frame-stealing. This girl is sharp]
Me: ok     Sleep well, have sweet dreams    [she’s not giving enough value to hold my attention so I politely dismiss her, even though I’m just reframing her need to go as my need to go]
Her: tks     you too
Me: 😉
Her: 🙂     bye