I bang my first French teenager

August 3, 2010
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I arrive in Gare du Nord at lunchtime and it’s full of fucking Frenchmen. I endure long enough to reach my hotel so I can have a bath and a nap. Frenchie finishes work at 4pm and comes to my hotel. There’s no messing around. After half an hour preamble I bang her. She’s massively up for it. As lays go there’s nothing unusual or technically proficient about it but it’s a helluva lot of fun – cute shy feminine 18 yr old girls don’t find their way to my bedroom often enough. We talk a little and she reveals I’m the fourth man she’s ever kissed and only the second she’s ever banged. Hmmm. We go out for the evening to eat and I play mindgames with her. We are sitting in an Indian restaurant and start a people watching game with the two couples near us, taking turns to comment on their body language.

I explain to her the pussy tingle leg cross, then I trigger it by eye fucking her and doing NLP to raise her buying temperature. When she realises I’ve just led her into it she blushes and laughes shyly. Then I triangle-gaze her and she licks her lips unconsciously. I say “you are thinking about kissing” and she’s shocked that I knew. Then I explain the trick. She’s loving my total mastery over her buying temperature and for trick three I eye-fuck her into another pussy tingle. She’s got the full-on doggy dinner bowl look now.

Next day I pull the Korean and then meet Frenchie back at the hotel and bang her again. We go out for night sightseeing in Paris and it’s just like a proper date. My last full day I see the Korean again then meet Frenchie for another date and this time get her to deliver her first ever blowjob back at my hotel. I’m trying to think of technical learning points from the close but there aren’t any really – all of the hard work was done in London, after that I just had to not fuck up. A lovely girl.

I felt an unwelcome twinge of guilt in turning out such a nice young girl so I gave her a long lecture on the dangers of men like me and warned her not to fall in love, though she probably will anyway. As Suave would say: “I think I’m gonna break her heart….. oh well, that’s what we do.”

I bang my first Muslim virgin

August 1, 2010
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Up the arse, naturally.

This was a slow burner. I’d picked her up in daygame one afternoon while she was a tourist in London and only took the facebook. Once she’s back in her homeland we do lots of facebook chats – probably 12 times over three months. I’m concentrating on comfort building / rapport but throwing in some light attraction. For the first ten or so chats there’s very little sexualisation. She talks of coming to visit again and I encourage her. Once the flights are booked the last two facebook chats amp up the sexual / dating frame. This girl is coming with a chaperone so I want my intentions to be clear.

Then I book that sudden trip to Paris so I don’t meet the Muslim till she’s halfway through her trip. On Friday they show up nearly two hours late in London Bridge where I’m out with Dr Becks, Suave and a couple of randoms. I’m relieved that the obstacle is reasonably good looking so Suave isn’t sacrificing himself too much taking her out. I lead the group to one of the few pubs that’s still open and we drink. My girl is drinking her first ever alcohol – vodka lemon – and this will be a weekend of firsts for her. I’m wearing my bright red Fight Club jacket and I keep getting opened by people complimenting it and asking where I bought it. Great social proof.

Sitting in a booth downstairs Dr Becks DHVs us both and I do a good photo routine. Targets ask me to take a photo of them so I do but completely cut my girl out of the frame. That gets a pussy-tingling laugh and then Dr Becks jumps into the frame so the next photo I zoom up onto her tits and when I hand back the camera say “I think I captured your personality there”. More laughs.

We get mini isolation with Suave and I on opposite sides of the table with our targets. His girl is totally into him and he plays it well to also number close a Canadian on a jealousy plotline. Kino escalation is easy so we’re soon holding hands. Seeing as this girl is from a non-gaming country I run the Cube and she scores it 9/10. It’s all going great except logistics – the girls’ hotel is miles away and they refuse to be separated. I suggest a walk along the South Bank riverside.

I’m leading hand in hand and Suave drops back 100m with his girl. When we turn the first corner I push my girl against the wall and kiss close. Easy – not even a moment’s resistance. She suddenly disengages when we hear footsteps and throughout the weekend both girls refuse to kiss when their friend might see – there’s a strange refusal to publically acknowledge what they both know is happening. It takes us an hour to walk back to Piccadilly because we stop to sit on benches, watch the river at night, and makeout. Before long I’ve got my girl rubbing my cock while I frig her. Then they get the bus home.

Next day they are dicking around again and show up two hours late. Suave nearly bails he’s so angry and I would’ve too if I hadn’t invested so much in the Facebook. He stays to help me and it works out well. We wait in my members bar and make the girls come to us – I don’t even go outside to meet them. We then freeze them out for about ten minutes – no kino, just taking to each other – so we aren’t rewarding their flakiness. Then I take my girl for “the tour”.

On the top floor I push her into the toilets, lock it, and make out. I’m quite surprised how fast it’s going. Within a minute I’m finger fucking her and another two minutes and she’s sucking my cock. I’ve left my condoms in my wallet in the basement but it’s moot because when I pull her trousers down she refuses. So I say “I want to come in your mouth” and push her head down. She does it, but then spends rather too long spitting it all out into the sink, cheapening the romance of the moment. Apparently it’s another first for her.

I walk back down to Suave with a big grin plastered on my face. He’s making out and soon extracts his girl to a nightclub (that turns out to be “Chateau Suave”). My girl is happy to stay and half an hour later when she’s squirming on my lap I figure it’s extraction time. Back at my house I take her into the bedroom and close the deal. She confirms she’s a virgin.

Oh yeah – it was up her bum. I’ve never done that before and frankly I didn’t really enjoy it. Well, it was ok – third girl I fucked in 7 days – and I suppose it’s worth it for the memory but I was left feeling pity for Muslims and gays that they get such a poor substitute for proper sex. And for Muslim gays too, I guess.

Anyway, being well aware that I’m an infidel and she’s my enemy in the Clash of Civilisations I finish by coming on her face. I aim for the eyes.

I bang my first Thai

July 2, 2010
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Krauser: Hey Jambone, you should see the girl I fucked last night. She’s 22 and an astronaut.

Jambone: Wow! 22!

Not quite but she’s 23 yr old and looks several years younger still. She’s the second set from Sunday. I meet her 6pm on the South Bank and things get off to an awkward start when she shows up gabbing on her phone and remains on the call for five minutes after seeing me before finally hanging up and beginning the date. She then either misunderstands or just plain rejects the two-cheek kiss. It’s all very clumsy. Nontheless I came out onto the date with a strong frame: I will fuck this girl or piss her off in trying. I will NOT become her friend.

I lead her to a nearby pub and we drink a pint standing up outside. That’s something I want to make a habit of – the kino is so much more natural than if you’re sitting down. I put her onto the points system right away (“You can cook properly! That’s +10 points” etc) and she’s qualifying. Kino begins when I’m pushing her around for being silly and I’m soon giving her noogies and thumb wrestling (flagrantly copying Burto’s tag-team Mexican thumb wrestler gambit). She’s clearly shy about public displays of affection but is accepting her submissive role. I DHV a bit including my new little boy at the church story, show photos of my nephews (“I’m teaching him judo. He’s gonna be the best judo player in the world”) and so on. All of my cold reading hits and deep rapport is easy to get. I walk her off to the next bar right on the riverside and she’s arm in arm now, and we arrive with a soft hand-in-hand.

Sitting by the river she mutually escalates kino to thigh touching, side hugs and she’s laying her head on my shoulder while I scratch her head. I like to treat girls like cats for kino. She’s drinking fast for a girl and I tell her to slow down (“I don’t want you getting drunk and causing trouble”). We go inside and as we walk through an empty room I do a light kiss close. We sit together in a small pub room with noone else there. I run my boxing NLP routine and her eyes spazz out all dilated and her buying temperature is really rising. We have a proper makeout and subconsciously I just know she’s horny for a fuck. I’d already seeded my home cocktail bar.

Krauser: What was your favourite cocktail again?

HB Thai: Gin and tonic

Krauser: OK, I’m gonna make you one. Come on.

HB Thai: Now?

Krauser: Yeah. I have to send you home early so we’ll do it now.

HB Thai: OK *goes to toilet, comes back and I extract*


I engage her logical mind talking about my favourite muay thai fighters and why I like watching them as I hail a cab. It’s only five minutes drive. Once inside I show her to the lounge then go to the toilet (builds comfort if she can sit by herself for a little while – freedom to leave). Then I pour our drinks and kiss her. She just jumps me, climbing all over and pushing her tits into my face. I decide she’s so horny that foreplay is gonna kill momentum – she’s groaning when my hand merely approaches her woo-hoo. She’s sitting on me so I just stand up holding her and walk into the bedroom with her wrapped around me and throw her onto the bed.

I’ve been wondering about a new theory on sex namely that a woman’s enjoyment of sex is far more about how alpha she thinks you are rather than any technical ability. She’s unbelievebly up for it so I do things to her that would normally take weeks of breaking in. There’s something very special about knobbing a 23 yr old  – the smooth tight skin with subcutous fat, the flat stomach, the naive spontaneity. She says “I’m not good at oral” and really means it, qualifying for me and hoping I’m not disappointed by her enthusiastic attempts. All girls need an alpha to turn them out and I think I made a good job tonight.

There’s that old biblical story about the walls of Jericho and I thought my house was gonna fall down she was screaming and moaning so loud. Oh, and to improve my sexual intent I hadn’t had a wank for a week. This girl reaped the full benefit of / brunt of when I finished off. Heh, I left her semi-blinded on my bed when I went to get the tissues and decided I might as well give her another minute like that. Heh.

I do her again, even better than first time, then send her home. She texts to say she forgot her watch and can I look after it. Forgot? Of course. I probably own her soul now. Lovely girl.

I bang my first curvy Romanian office girl

January 18, 2010
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Saturday 16th January, 2010. Oh lordy, this was a long and convoluted sarge…

Flush though I am with the success of banging a fresh new girl this really can’t go down in the memoirs as a textbook case of effective seduction. Quite the opposite. I think it’s taken me a little over the three-date rule to get it done – so thank fuck I wasn’t paying for them. Like all good stories, this one begins at the beginning, which for a day time sarge is the approach. To recap:

Day 1 – Open in Westfields shopping mall, direct. Bounce to ice cream stall, turn into instant date. Escalation: kiss on mouth, no tongues

Day 2 – Milkshakes in The Diner, pizza in Soho, drink in a pub. Escalation: make out, kop a feel of breasts

Day 3 – Entourage game at nightclub.  Escalation: make out, send her back, take the Spaniard home.

Day 4 – Walk along South Bank, drink in pub, Chinese restaurant. Escalation: none

Day 5 – She comes round the house, a drink in a private member’s club. Escalation: barebreasted at my place, some rubbing of pussy

Day 6 – She drives me to Leeds Castle, then sunday roast in a pub, back to my place: Escalation: none

Day 7 – Meet after work, drinks in a different private members club. Escalation: none

Day 8 – Burlesque bar/club ’till late. Escalation: none

Day 9 – Private members club, she stays the night. Escalation: bingo – full close.  *audience round of applause*

 

Biffed

 

This sarge had been maddeningly slow and I just couldn’t figure out how much was me lacking escalation skills, how much was the shitty shitty logistics, and how much is just her as a difficult-to-close girl. Here’s my thoughts:

Escalation skills: I have been nice-guy far too long and it’s tended to get me LJBF’d. I’d hold back from sexualising encounters because subconsciously I was enjoying the validation of bouncing the girls and taking their numbers and raising the stakes would risk losing the girl, and hence the validation. Took me a while to realise that was happening and RSD’s Foundations DVDs helped identify the cause. Losing a girl through sexualisation in no way undermines the value of your original approach and thus doesn’t retract the validation. With HB8 Romania she was obviously into me and the dating frame was bringing out the nice guy again. I was caught between knowing it would eventually happen if I kept ploughing, while knowing equally that she was judging me on not being a desparate horny-dog jumping her at every opportunity. So I settled for the slow gradual escalation, with frequent takeaways / one step forward two steps back.

I was trying hard to calibrate to the girl. Advice from Tony T was to spend more time in comfort and take the pressure off her on escalation. By projecting the attitude that sex is no big deal, if it happens it happens, then she’ll get the comfort she needs to let me go forward.

Shitty logistics: This girl lives and works waaaay out of London. Every time we meet it has to be arranged, in a dating frame. There’s no casual 9pm call of “me and the guys are out at Club XYZ, why don’t you pop by.” She hates public transport, irrationally so, and loves her car. That means she drives in to meet me and won’t drink alcohol. It wasn’t till Day 9 that I finally got her to drink more than a single glass of wine. Achieving that required giving her a pretext to avoid the Anti Slut Defense kicking in. It came in the following text exchange, after she’s initiated by sending me a picture of her car covered in snow:

Krauser: You doing ok?

HB8: Sure, in bed watching a girlie movie. You?

Krauser: I might watch a girlie movie too. Different kind 😉

HB8: :)) Enjoy

Krauser: Heh

HB8: Pervert!

Krauser: Double heh!

[next day] Krauser: Keep Saturday free. We’re doing cool stuff. – [various texts follow on random fluff]

[Saturday] HB8: Mmmh, morning

Krauser: Aye. I’m in a friend’s NLP seminar. Can you get in for 5pm?

HB8: What’s NLP? I can try. I’ll drive.

Krauser: Neuro Linguistic Programming. Bring your overnight bag. We’ll go to the fruit market early tomorrow, finally.

So now she’s got her pretext because we’d twice aimed to go to that market on a Sunday and twice she’d gotten out of bed too late to make it worth the while. Throughout the evening on Day 9 she’s sipping wine in moderation and asking the waiters to go easy on the alcohol in her cocktails. I sense she’s keeping her options open. She doesn’t mention having the overnight bag, or staying overnight, until ten minutes before the f-close. Lesson learned – give her a pretext to assuage the ASD.

She’s tough to close: She’s a bit nerdy, and looks a little out of place in the club environment with party girls around her. At one point I was seriously considering the possibility that no other man had ploughed this furrow. Benefit of hindsight I think this is her playing an instinctive girl game to angle for the LTR. She’s protecting her relationship value by not jumping into bed on the first pussy tingle. It has been successful in maintaining her value in my eyes and making me like her alot. I shall not be performing a pump’n’dump on her, she has proved herself better than that. So she’s played coy but allowed me to push things slightly closer to F-Close City each time. The eventual close began at about 1am in the private members bar. We are sitting across a tiny table after chatting for a long time. We spend lots of time locking eyes and not saying anything. Each time I turn on progressively more sexual energy until I’m giving her full-on rape eyes. No words, just solid contact with me visualising exactly what I intend to do to her when we get back to my place. Her physiology changes – pupils dilate, cheeks pinken, lips get fuller. Early on I’m doing standard triangular gazing from eyes to lips. Late on I’m adding in looking at her breasts and legs.

We get back to my place and she’s protesting about being tired and not looking forward to the drive home. I light candles and go set up my bedroom. I’ve left the heating on low while we’re out so the place is warm. I boil the kettle and put a hot water bottle in my bed and turn the low wattage lamp on. Back in the lounge she is stretched out on my sofa. We make out. I do lots of teasing and build sexual tension. As she starts squirming, I rip off her trousers. This is the make or break where I got LMR last time I tried. She goes with it. I’m about to pull off her knickers when she says “we should go to the bedroom, I’m not comfortable here”.

More makeout and I go to pull down her knickers. This time she says “I need to get something from my car”. I suspect it’s her overnight bag (or condoms) but I don’t want her putting her trousers or shoes back on, so I loan her my outdoor slippers and a long coat. I play protector saying I’ll watch over her from the doorway so she doesn’t get murdered – but I’m at least as interested in watching what she’s doing. She gets the overnight bag and comes back. It’s on. The rest is x-rated.

I bang my first black chick

January 5, 2010
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Tuesday 29th December 2009 and I knock off work early to help Wisdom with his daygame 1-on-1 tutorials. The weather is shitty but not too much rain. His first student is a slightly goofy dude (as in persona, not teeth – but he’s a nice enough guy) who has been reading some material but not approached much. We get him to do a few sets. Wisdom is gone off to a nearby Starbucks to do a talk with the next student so I take Goofy around a bit. As we cross the Covent Garden piazza I hear a girl’s voice behind me singing along to her ipod for a couple of seconds. I turn around reflexively then carry on walking. Then I realise she’s fairly hot, so I stop and open HB6 Black:

Krauser: *indicates pull out headphones, she does* Did you really just start singing in the street?

HB6: *laughs, great response and I know I’ve hooked already* Yeah, um, I like this song.

We continue chatting for about ten minutes in the plaza there while Goofy observes. I try to bring him into the conversation a couple of times but mostly I’m ignoring him so he can just observe how I talk in set. HB6 totally ignores him like he’s invisible – her RAS is entirely on me. I’m running my usual routines including the panda stack and some evocative descriptions of winter. I watch for the pussy tingle leg crossing and sure enough I see it. Eventually I let her give me her number, do a boobie-to-boobie hug and walk off. Goofy observes how relaxed and natural it all seemed. It’s very rare for me to open indirect in daygame, so I was doing Mystery Method in waiting for IOIs before IOIing her. My follow up text an hour later is the “Jambone text”:

Krauser: Adam. I just met a girl. She’s really cute but she’s a street singer. I’m not sure if I should date her. She might be one of those X-factor perverts you told me about….

HB6: Is that from a song or something?! This reminds me of why I don’t give my number out to strangers on the street! 🙂

Two days later at work (yes Christmas eve) I send the “Assanova text“:

Krauser: I heard Enfield girls eat their own boogers

HB6: What craziness u doing today?

HB6: Don’t forget to wear your shell suits!

I figure the hook is strong and I can follow up on the weekend. I’ve number closed eight girls in three days so I’m not exactly chomping at the bit with this one. But then at 9pm as I’m getting dressed to go out to our New Year’s Eve party she texts asking what I’m up to tonight and when I tell her she sends: “Where / what is that? Hav vaguely heard of it. In [area] for random house gathering. Open to other offers ;)”

 

after touching my boner

That’s a green light to move into SNL mode so I frantically call round the guys to see if there’s a spare ticket. It’s 50-50 so I decide to wing it and tell her to meet me en-route to Jambone’s house where he has his target (who will be getting us in to a music biz after party later that night). Right from the beginning of this Day 2 I start kino – initially arm in arm walking and then as we drive to the venue she takes her shoes off and puts her feet across my thighs in the back seat. Things get a little wild after that.

Burto, Tony T and Jambone are there DHVing the shit out of me so before long HB6 is grinding me while I stand talking to the boys. When Burto goes to the bar both HB6 and HBmusic wrap themselves around him (jokingly) which lights up a whole bunch of girls around Burto who start IOIing him. Downstairs at the bar he comes up to say he’s opened a HB7 Brit and wants a DHV. I go over and on his introduction say to her “How do you know Burto? This guy gets laid like a rock star”. It sticks, because an hour later she comes up to me saying “where’s your friend, I want to see him”.

I start the sex talk and do The Stone with my target:

Krauser: You should stop grinding me

HB6: Why? *keeps grinding*

Krauser: Look what you are causing *puts her hand on my boner*. It’s too early to be having a boner, there’s still a long night ahead for me.

HB6: *pushes right up against me, lips almost touching* blah blah sex talk

Krauser: You can stop that seductive stuff. I’m not gonna fuck you tonight. I hardly know you *with a smirk on my face*

After the New Year countdown Burto’s target approaches me to find him. I tell her he went off to answer a business call (“It’s a ridiculous time to call, but it’s a really big contract so he had to take it”) and look for him downstairs. He’s right at the foot of the stairs necking on with HB6 Brunette. As I walk past to tell him he pushes the girl onto me and she starts making out with me rather aggressively – biting my ears and neck, groping my cock and stuff. Burto is just laughing. Then my HB6 comes down the stairs and see’s me. While Brunette is licking my ears I look at her with a helpless expression and say “Rescue me, these girls are too much!”

I take my target upstairs

Krauser: OK, this is the plan. I need you to be my bodyguard. You have to fight off all the girls who try to drag me to the toilets for a fuck. Can you do that

HB6: Yes *holds me tight, very jealous*

I go back to HB7 Brit and say Burto is downstairs. She follows me down. He’s gone. I take her hand and lead her round the whole dancefloor, ostensibly to find Burto but really to social proof the place. I leave her in a spot and walk to the toilets. Just as I enter I see Burto coming out of a cubicle with HB6 Brunette after she’s just blown him.

Krauser: Burto! Come here, HB7 is looking for you

Burto: Later darling *disengages from HB6 Brunette and follows my lead into makeout with HB7*

About twenty minutes later Ace and Becky turn up and we take two cars to the next party. While in the back seat I’m talking to Tony T while finger-fucking HB6 senseless. She’s totally into it. Takes ages to get parked and on the way to Chancery Lane tube I throw her against a bus shelter for more makeout and sex talk. Once in the venue I go for isolation in a hallway and there’s more of the same. The doorman tells us to move on so I go right to extraction.

Krauser: C’mon. Let’s go.

HB6: Where?

Krauser: My place. I’ve got a great bottle of whiskey. We’ll finish that.

HB6: I’m not drinking any more whiskey.

Krauser: OK, decaf coffee for you.

Her buying temperature is off the scale and now she has her pretext there’s no more argument. I just keep the logical mind engaged as we leave. There’s one more shit test: One station before my place she gets off the tube and says she’s going home.

Krauser: Come on. Nothing is gonna happen, I’m too tired. *drags her back onto the train*

HB6: OK.

After a couple of minutes taking off jackets, shoes and getting her a water I just lead her into the bedroom and throw her onto the bed. She’s offering really weak token resistance and mainly she’s trying not to be dominated sexually. So I dominate her sexually, and the resistance breaks entirely until I’m doing things to her that even I feel squeamish relating here. Afterwards, at about 6am, she goes home.