Just scored a double notch on the same night, bringing up the 50 milestone
What makes me feel even better about this is
I did it on a Tuesday without alcohol and spent a grand total of $4. Added to that, the feeling of knowing you have helped facilitate two smart women to return to their base animalistic tendencies is a very empowering one.
Girl One
Cute Filipina I met on OKCupid in January, but a meeting was never setup until April because she lives a few hundred kilometres away.
At the time she ended up at my house (during daylight hours) and gave me an extremely proficient blowjob for a girl who had only ever been with one guy in the past. Too much LMR on getting her clothes off though so I let it slide. She then bounced from mine to an Ed Sheeran concert with pre-moistened panties and a speck or two of cum in her hair. Normally Ed is the one mentally lubing up the ladies for their grateful menfriends...
Fast forward to last week after a bit of naughty texting, we tried to have sex but she was too tight. It was ridiculous, because her hips are fairly curved and look very bangable with pants on, but the muscles around the area were constricted even after almost an hour of slow foreplay build-up. We joked that she must have re-grown a hymen after waiting so long.
She was much more frustrated than I - owing to my abundance mentality and her burning desire to be banged - and I'm pretty sure she knew it.
A few days later this happened:
Me (737am): What are you up to today?
Her (954am): Will be meeting a friend for lunch

Her (233pm): I'm at the library now and i'm thinking of fucking you. Do you want to fuck me before I leave? Ill bring lots of lube.
Her (312pm): Lets meet after your class. Ill bring lube. We'll do it somewhere or in your house, a quickie.
Her (313pm): And I don't want you to think. Just say yes, sexy dick
I didn't see any of this until 4pm as I was in a classroom, and this radio silence sent her into a tizz of sexual emotion.
Normally I would be very turned on by this kind of talk, but the fact that I had a date planned for 6:45pm that evening AND knew that a girl of her extreme tightness wouldn't be able to take a quick fuck, I drove her hamster mad by making an excuse that I had a dinner with the family (INCLUDING grandma!)
Her (413pm): ikemen just shut up and just fuck me ok? Lol we'll do it before dinner. Where are you now?
I was about half an hour from my place at a bus stop busting for a shit!
I decided to go for broke and told her to meet me at mine at 5pm. That would give me an hour to warm her up, attempt the fuck, and then kindly shuffle her along before jumping in the shower to prepare for the original plan.
Made it home at 455pm, left the security door ajar and dropped my kids off at the pool (can't get down to business with a full stomach), and texted for her to let herself in.
Ten minutes later she strutted through the door and straight to me, sat on my lap and kissed me hungrily. Then she stood up and back, removed her long coat to
reveal lingerie underneath.
She had caught the peak hour train in this secret state of undress!
What a sexy thought to imagine that on any given carriage there could be horny girls doing this (or wishing they were doing this) to satisfy a man.
Somehow, her pussy tension had vanished. The muscles relaxed after a hot and heavy makeout session and I could pump away with reckless abandon. It was a mental as much as physical orgasm for both of us.
After a cuddle and a chat she left shortly after 6. I won't deny that part of me felt a twinge of regret that I couldn't let her stay the night. She would have offered to cook, and we could have relaxed with a nice movie, conversation and more sex.
But it had to be done..........because of:
Girl Two
If there's one girl I was close to growing oneitis for pre-fuck it would be her. I also wrote to her on OKCupid because I was more than a little mesmerised by her photos - petite, classic beauty (dark hair, very slight exotic look - I later found out half Asian half white Aussie) with a written profile that dripped with intelligence and depth.
We had a flirty back and forth but she resisted my attempts to get her number, labeling me hilarious. Shortly afterwards, she deleted her profile. It was odd because after all this time in the "game" I've viewed situations that begin like that as having natural progression to at least a text exchange. I figured another dude had gotten in first, and in my subsequent disillusionment with the next few comparative social retards I chatted with on there, stopped using the site.
A month later, I saw
by chance her profile on Tinder!
Match, and chat initiated.
I'm hard on myself for missing opportunities, but there's no way I will allow myself to bugger up a second.
She said she recognised me from somewhere so I played coy and suggested she must have been checking me out on public transport. Eventually she pieced it together, but I played it to my advantage. The text game was a lot more slow burn, but she still had a habit of sidestepping my attempts to get her details. Very very bizarre, and I started to wonder what she was doing on the apps in the first place.
I realise common community logic says to next girls like this, but I hate giving up at the first sign of resistance. I figure the whole idea of learning seduction is to convert the girls in the grey zone who could take you or leave you. I suspected she was keen, but also bursting at the seams with shit testing skills.
Finally the number was secured ("your self-confidence is highly entertaining," she said) and meetup suggested - at a gelato place a 5 min walk from my place - because luckily she also lived a 5 min walk away!
This was the Saturday before the day highlighted in this thread. She arrogantly told me beforehand that she had a dinner to go to, so could only spare an hour with me. Just more impetus for me to work quicker.
Very cute in person, and more than capable of some slightly sexually charged banter. I love girls like this as I can meet them at their level of thinking, be as obnoxious as I like and they eat it up. After a location change (to a park bench near her tram stop) I had continuous kino (leg resting against her) and she told me that she never had any intentions of meeting me, because almost everyone she had come across online was a weirdo. I twisted all her words into compliments toward me and accused her of objectifying me etc.
At this point I knew that I was, in her eyes the equivalent, "guilty until proven innocent." It all went down a treat, because I began to learn that she's a "high born" classically trained musician who until now had rarely mixed in circles with regular unrefined working class boys like me who aren't afraid to knock her down a peg or two.
It was very important here that I didn't kiss or try to kiss her here. She was ending the date early NOT on my terms and I wasn't going to reward her for that. Instead I gave her a strong one armed hug so that she could feel my body and not feel that it was just a friendly embrace.
Next morning I was waiting at the tram stop Sunday when she wandered up to me in a chance meeting. Had another fun 10 minute chat on the public transport. Setting up the next meet was too easy after that:
Me: Since you enjoy tracking me both online and off, thought you'd be equally keen chaperoning me to the cinema (another place RIGHT near our houses) Tuesday"
Her: Your hilarious side emerges yet again. You're more than old enough to go to the cinema without a chaperone though. 7pm or 930pm?
I hate movie dates, but the film we saw was right in tune with our discussion topics on hipsters and growing older (When we're Young).
She bought ME the ticket, and I bought the chocolates. At this point she revealed what I suspected all along - she's a feminist
Her feminist shit-tests would have been annoying if she weren't so cute and cheeky, and I handled them all because....well...they're just so silly and predictable. Diverting her to intelligent topics (like my passions for education) and then swinging back to jokey fun was very effective. Somehow I got the right balance between not being an apologist beta and not overdoing and offending her.
Mostly it was my "I'm going to bend you over and fuck you" eyes though that got her to my place. I brought up the homemade creme brulee I had made (from a packet) and needed some help critiquing, and followed up with an in-joke from the movie (about my place) to disarm her momentary hesitation.
Once she put the half eaten creme brulee down on my coffee table it was on. I was as dominant as I could be with my kissing, but still incorporating a little push-pull. Before long her eyes were doing the roll back and she said the inevitable, "I'm not staying over you realise."
"Who said you were staying over?"
I've had a lot or practice over the years in escalating, and it worked very smoothly with this girl. The consistently effective keys to it for me are:
- Rapidly flicking her earlobe with my tongue for a couple of seconds than slow kissing her mouth
- Standing behind her, turning her so we face the same way, then grab a clump of hair and gently pull her head back while kissing her exposed neck over her shoulder.
- Pulling up both our tops to the ribcage, then pressing our bare stomachs together by gripping her tightly around the waist and the other arm crossing over to the opposite shoulder.
- Taking my shirt off first.
Once she couldn't keep her hands off me, we ended up on the bed and did all sorts of naughty things together. Even though her favourite position (as expected) was girl on top, I was able to be fairly rough and dominant.
Afterwards she softened a little and I took the liberty to comment on the feminist shit.
Me: You really enjoyed getting bent over from behind didn't you
Her: Not that I'd admit to it publicly....
She objectified me for my muscle tone (looking after yourself in the gym does matter) and said that she had no intentions of sleeping with me when we started kissing, but that I'm "very persuasive...and obnoxious!"
Still, she left without staying the night and continues to test me over text:
Me: Free Tuesday or Wednesday next week?
Her: I'm no mid-week girl. You're going to have to cough up a Friday or Saturday if you want to see me again.
Me: I'll take that as your ever so tactful way of upgrading a working class boy like me from Tightarse Tuesday. Friday eight days from now then.
Her: Actually I'm away that weekend...it seems our dance cards don't line up. What a pity

Me: I like it how you're attempting to match my level of obnoxiousness
It IS a pity, because this girl would have so much potential if not for her ridiculous attitude. This encapsulates the kind of attitude that is now rife in women from my city. What I get off on is the moment when girls like this relinquish all and show their true feminine filling. This she did, when she was being pounded on the bed while blubbering about my body and my dick inside her.
I'll fuck her again because I won't chase or play into her shit....but very interested to see whether I can crack her open further. However I suspect she's smart enough to keep a guy like me at arms length. A safe distance for discreet fun away from her established life as a strong independent modern woman.
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Two very different girls, two great fucks within a few hours of each other (plus an interesting movie!). Slept very soundly that night...