Post: #3551

I don't think that's how consent works, like there is no three day carry over clause binding all parties. Though good job on the smash.

Post: #3552

@Rawmeo
I'm on a mobile and is freakin hard to quote but thanks man

Post: #3553

+4 (over first 2 weeks in Ukraine) 37 year

+1 Ukranian 6.5 - Met her at the club. She was there with a dude, but he was older and not very attractive. Made out with her in line at the bathroom, convinced her to come to our table for a bit. Later she was going to the bathroom and waved me over, took care of business in the stall (quite fancy stall actually)

+1 Ukranian 7.0 - Friend of my friends Tinder date, she came to dinner with a group of us. We all went to the club and her and her friend left for a while. They came back and it seemed on, messed around a bit but being Ukraine, 1 night stands are hard. Next night she came out straight out of the bat told me she wants me that night.

+1 Ukranian 7.0 - This one was funny. I met her friends back home the day before my trip while going for drunk food at 3am. Somehow it came up they had a friend going. We connected on instagram but she was going to a different city. Managed to convince her to fly to my city for a night and it was game over.

+1 Ukrainian 8.5 - Chatted her up at a club. She was calling for a cab about to leave. Took off unexpectedly and I walked out trying to get her number but she was gone. About a minute later I have a girl come over and say hey, my friend wanted me to give you this, and hands me the business card of the one I was going for. Date 1 - hung out at the pool all day, took her to dinner, tried kissing about 10 times to no avail. Finally made out as she was waiting for her cab home. 2nd date, daytime, walked around a bit, kissed a bit, she had to meet her mom. 3rd date, met at a really intimate bar, made out hard core at the beginning. Went to a live music venue for a 2nd drink and dinner, then walked out and sat on a bench at a park. Convinced her to come over and we'd relax and have some champagne and chocolate. Since she has a long distance bf, I was allowed to touch but no sex. Didn't exactly keep that rule.

Post: #3554

+9 for the year.

Finally banged a 35 yo, a European woman who's been living in the states for a decade. Still haven't banged a woman with a kid...that's on the list of goals for 2016.

I know many on the forum try to go younger, but honestly, I enjoy women who are a bit older. I'm in my late 20's, and up until now hadn't banged someone older than 30 yet.

I find younger women, those 22 and under, really difficult to talk to. They have ADHD and are all over the place, and often flaky when it comes to meeting up.

Younger girls have nice bodies don't get me wrong, but what they have in bodies, they lack in knowing how to please a man sexually in the bedroom.

Anyway, this was a lay-up. Our first date was an hour-long drink at a bar. Extremely flirtatious, was playing footsies under the table. We walked out together arm-in-arm. But she wasn't up for a kiss on the first date. Which again confirms my advice which is to end your first date with a long hug (unless of course your first date ends in your bedroom).

I was out of town last weekend, so we made plans to meet yesterday for our second date.

A drink out for an hour, then we went back to her studio. Got the clothes off fast, no resistance, put a condom on, but then she didn't want to have sex right away. I took it slow, stayed hard, and finally after about 30 minutes of foreplay, fucked her.

We fucked for about 30-45 minutes, and then I told her I had to go the bathroom. I went to the bathroom, took off the condom, and climbed back into bed with her.

We went at it again, and I fucked her again for another 20 minutes without a condom. At some point, she reached down and grabbed my dick and said:

"Did you just fuck me without wearing a condom?"

I told her yeah, was that a big deal? You knew I was going to the bathroom. I wasn't trying to hide anything.

She wasn't mad, just maybe didn't realize it at first and that surprised her. We talked about it and it was fine. However, she wouldn't have sex in the morning without me wearing a condom.

Can someone explain why women are afraid to have sex without a condom. It's not like I cum easily, which a woman will find out after sex.

I'm not really sure how to get women over their fears of condomless sex.

Post: #3555

(07-02-2016 07:23 PM)Jagnum Wrote:  Can someone explain why women are afraid to have sex without a condom.

STDs, pregnancy scares, etc

Quote:It's not like I cum easily, which a woman will find out after sex.

She doesn't know that until after sex.

And lots of guys with "amazing self-control" have still managed to get a chick pregnant.

Quote:I'm not really sure how to get women over their fears of condomless sex.

I fully support a woman who takes reasonable measures to ensure no "whoops, my kid's a bastard."

It also makes sense to give yourself reasonable protection against sexual infections.

Post: #3556

After a string of terrible dates with girls in their 30s I went back to the younger non jaded non bitter girls.

Date with a 20 year old 7.5 from online on a first date, really good face and great ass. After experiencing a double flake the previous night this girl actually seemed excited to meet. Met her outside a station at night, within 10 seconds of meeting we were holding hands (of course I let it go to push back). After countless dates you can usually feel if the girl is into you within 10 seconds or so of meeting, she actively kissed my cheek, held my hand and had a radiant smile.

Followed the recipe as standard and had a couple of rounds of drinks. She was wearing white jeans a good sign as any she's not on her period. Got back to my place and within 10 minutes we were having sex. No LMR whatsoever, she was riding me to one inch of her life and was loving every second of it, if anything she was fucking me. She was telling me what a big cock I have, and how good each stroke feels while my thumb was up her ass.

Finished all over her with encouragement. She told me most guys can only last about 10 minutes and she seemed impressed by my stamina. With her covered in cum her phone was ringing in the background, "that's my mum" she whispered. I sent her on a taxi home.

Literally 15 minutes after she left a plate came over and I got woken up in the morning to a fine blowjob.

Post: #3557

(07-02-2016 07:52 PM)Suits Wrote:  STDs, pregnancy scares, etc

She doesn't know that until after sex.

And lots of guys with "amazing self-control" have still managed to get a chick pregnant.

I fully support a woman who takes reasonable measures to ensure no "whoops, my kid's a bastard."

It also makes sense to give yourself reasonable protection against sexual infections.

Makes sense. Thanks Suits.

I'd still like to ask the forum—what are effective ways to communicate to a girl to get her over past those concerns of having sex without without a condom.

It's a frustration for girls during the re-bang or third bang, they still insist they won't have sex unless I'm wearing a condom. I don't mind, but it'd be nice to go raw once in a while with a girl I think is safe.

Post: #3558

Last night I banged a polish broad while in western Ireland. Met her the night before after losing out with the local girls. Was trying on a few 18-20yr olds. Polish girl spoke very broken English, had to use Google translate for some parts of conversation. Kissed closed and exchanged info. Met her again at her place. Talked some to break down barriers. Escalated quick once we started kissing. She gave me hardcore LMR when I didn't have a rubber. Kept shit testing me and I held to it. Once in, it was tighter than most of the American broads I'm used to. I probably lasted about 10-15 minutes and finished doggy style after she turned around and busted on her tits.

We were both still horny so we started to 69. Her pussy tasted great and fresh. She is now the first girl to ever get me off with a handy.

But seriously I need to get that Irish flag.

Post: #3559

Hey everyone! It's been a while since I've posted here.

Got my Jewish flag with a girl in her late 20s last night. Dark curly hair as you might guess, and tall, seemed much taller than I thought her claimed 5'8" would be (nearly as tall as I am in heels, 6', I guess I've gotten used to really short girls.) Slightly heavier than her online pictures, but realistically I've come to expect this from online game. A usual "6."

Date went down like clockwork, she showed up right on time, got some ice cream ($10 total, I paid) and took a walk while it was still light in a park where I've had success with some other online girls. Ran good conversation game on her, she was laughing and feeling it. The "online can kinda be a shitshow. What's the worst date you've had?" question went over well: "He just didn't know how to talk! He just stared at me for like an hour and a half!" "Well, I think you can tell I don't operate that way."

Makeout came about 20 minutes in, we hung out enjoying the nice weather in the park for about 40 total before I suggested we go find some fireworks to watch with the drink materials I had in my car. Got her talking about movies on the way to my ride and I mentioned I hadn't seen one of her favorites. "Yeah, I have a big collection of DVDs at my place, I'm kinda old fashioned." "Is that an invitation?" "Well...<laugh>, I do have a great view too"

I'm starting to get pretty good at pulling girls to their own places.

Drank and watched some fireworks from her high rise apartment window, we didn't get very far into the movie before she was sucking my cock on the couch and letting me face-fuck her. She told me she was into being dominated, so I bounced her to her bedroom, used some of her clothes to tie her hands to the headboard rails (messy bedroom slut-tell!) and fucked her hard from behind for a good half-hour (condom used of course) before pulling out and nutting on her ass. Hung out and talked for another half hour or so, doing the usual post-bang comfort game...out the door by midnight as she's a restaurant manager and had to work in the morning. Texted her when I got home to tell her I had a great evening, and she enthusiastically agreed.

I had been in a real slump with online game for several months, and this was a welcome change of pace. It wasn't really something I had been consciously thinking of, but I'd always wanted to bang a Jewish girl. It's been a great holiday weekend so far; I fucked my main girl the night before last in the leather collar and slutty heels she likes to wear for me. I'm still horny so I'm gonna see if we can get together again tonight at some point too.

Happy 4th, all. God bless RV forum, and God bless America.

Post: #3560

Turned in my v-card on the 4th! Been holding onto that thing for 24 years. I'm certainly no player yet, but thanks to the wisdom shared on this forum I've improved myself as a man by leaps and bounds over the last year.

Right now I've got myself a curvy mixed Asian/Latina girlfriend who is submissive and lets me do anything to her. For a guy like me, this is more than enough, but I still like approaching girls... thrill of the hunt and all that. Until I figure something out, I plan to keep hitting the gym, earning money to improve my lifestyle, and banging her brains out.

Life is good. Thanks Roosh V!

Post: #3561

+1 Bumble 33 year old

+14 for the year

Second meet bang.


I'd rate her a 6 mexican girl, tatted up to her neck, she was nice, cute face, but had 3 kids and not the greatest body.

You can read more about our first date here:

/thread-24128...pid1320315

The Bang:

We've texted back and forth about meeting up, finally happened.

She literally came over after driving a few hours from her sisters.

We laid in bed a bit, watched an 80's classic movie, she was a bit stoned.

Started kissing and choking her, threw a condom on and we banged.

Got her off, got my nut, watched the rest of the movie, and she bounced.

Post: #3562

Following the 20 year old as per above several days later I took it up a notch and banged a 19 year old university student, also online game first date bang. She was a good 7.5 or 8.

The texts before the meeting were very positive saying she's really looking forward to meeting me. When meeting by the station she had this slight smirk on her face. It was one of those dates were I knew I was going to bang her. It was never in doubt and I didn't really even need to escalate that much. She was just into me.

Went to a bar and ordered a round of drinks. Bounced to another bar. Some sexual topics came up. Then walked to my place. Gave her a tour.

Once you have done these dates dozens dozens of times getting girls back to your place becomes very natural.

She went to the toilet to freshen up. When she came out it was on, no waiting around with this girl on listening to music or watching a movie as you sometimes have to do. You could cut the sexual chemistry at this point with a knife.

As soon as she came out of the toilet I bent her over the kitchen bar, within 30 seconds all our clothes were off. Took her hand and walked to the bedroom.

Ended up banging her for 6 hours through several rounds and using about 8 condoms and she urged me to come in her mouth.

She didn't want to leave.

Post: #3563

+1 off of my shortest chick yet. 48kg and maybe 1 inch shy of 5 feet tall. Has a bunch of tattoos and lifts. Also earned red wings tonight.

Pretty fucking strange night.

Met her at my gym. She cold approached me, so I got her wechat and spoke to her. cool chick. Was planning to meet her sunday but she messaged me tonight at 10pm asking me if I wanted to go for a walk.

She shows up for a bright sundress that showed off her awesome tits. I love when chicks telegraph shit like that. Goddamn. Thank the lord for big boobs.





Walked her around my neighbourhood and ended the walk at my apartment.

She came up without a fuss. I put on a movie and then pulled her in for a kiss.

Got her clothes off and marveled at her muscle development. Squats, deadlifts, bench and Overhead press + a high protein diet does wonders for women.

Thank god for power lifting.

Smashed her a few times. Neither of us could really sleep. She finally passed out and I'm still up and figured you guys would find this one funny.

China. Fuck yeah.

Post: #3564

(07-08-2016 03:55 PM)Fortis Wrote:  +1 off of my shortest chick yet. 48kg and maybe 1 inch shy of 5 feet tall. Has a bunch of tattoos and lifts. Also earned red wings tonight.

Pretty fucking strange night.

Met her at my gym. She cold approached me, so I got her wechat and spoke to her. cool chick. Was planning to meet her sunday but she messaged me tonight at 10pm asking me if I wanted to go for a walk.

She shows up for a bright sundress that showed off her awesome tits. I love when chicks telegraph shit like that. Goddamn. Thank the lord for big boobs.





Walked her around my neighbourhood and ended the walk at my apartment.

She came up without a fuss. I put on a movie and then pulled her in for a kiss.

Got her clothes off and marveled at her muscle development. Squats, deadlifts, bench and Overhead press + a high protein diet does wonders for women.

Thank god for power lifting.

Smashed her a few times. Neither of us could really sleep. She finally passed out and I'm still up and figured you guys would find this one funny.

China. Fuck yeah.

Jesus a huge boobs with a fit body on an Asian Chick?

+1 First Night game lay in while, as I usually never go out here in Manila.

Nice petite pale chick with her orbiter friends dancing on the dance floor, eventually get it down to her and her friend. I spot this pretty good looking white guy (maybe a forum membeR), asked if he's interested in talking to her friend. Her friend is a bit dark skinned and a little chubby by EA standards, but some guys might think shes curvy. He give me no thanks look but then I tell him to help wing me and distract her friend for 5 minutes.

No sooner he starts mesmerizing this chick I grab her friend and we go to my place to smash for an hour then head back to the club. Such a tight little pussy and she squeeled like a champ.

We get back and her orbiter friends see her and eventually drag her away. Little did they know

So if you're on here, send me a PM and I'll get you a round.

Post: #3565

Got a couple of stories for you all...

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+1 / Indonesian Volcano Girl / Tall, Slim Waist, Big Tits// 8/10

Met her off OKC and she coincidentally lives in the city i'd be visiting the next week. We get chatting on WA and she's sending me these smokin hot pics, I know already she's DTF. I see on her IG that she loves travelling and i ask her if she'd like to be my 'sexy tour guide for the weekend' - she replies 'only if you can be my sexy English teacher' . She asks me how long i want her to stay with me for. I reply pack some clothes for the night- she comes back with 'sure, sounds good to me!' GREEN GREEN GREEN!

I check in to the hotel and she arrives 30 mins later, go for a swim on the hotel rooftop, come back to the room and we seal the deal twice. She's amazing on top so i busted my nut a bit too early. I think we did 5 rounds that night. Her pussy was red sore by the early morning.

Next day we head over to a volcano not too far from the city. Pretty touristy but a really cool place. We hike up a small hill to escape the others, she sits next to me and i put out my jacket to give some comfort so we can lay down. I start to escalate and she reaches down for my cock. She pulls down my pants and her head follows. I look up and see this amazing view of the lake and volcano. It felt like a dream. I love those moments in life where you just think 'It doesn't get much better than this'.

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+1 / Filipina Flag/ Average body but very flirtatious and sexy / 7/10

So I was planning a trip over to the east side of Indonesia to hike Gunung Rinjani. Didn't have anyone to go with so i checked out CS, and found a few others planning on hiking around the same time as me. Sent a few messages around and the Filipina chick seemed keen. She'd booked a guide already and asked me to join along.

So we get chatting on WA with the guide also and he mentions that the first night we'll be sleeping in a hotel in the village at the bottom of the mountain. He re-assures us that there will be two beds and also for the 2 nights on the volcano- 2 sleeping bags but 1 tent. The filipina girl seems fine with this.

So... we land at the airport around the similar time. The drive is around 2 hrs and we stop off at a restaurant for some food- and chat, we seem to get along pretty well- but havent done any escalating. I planned not to do anything as i simply want to enjoy the hike and avoid any awkwardness as we'd be together for 3 days straight.

We arrive in the hotel, the first room we get shown is one double bed. I'm surprised and wait for the Filipina girl to say something but she doesn't. We put down our bags and shut the door. 2 mins later our guide comes in and said we're in the next room along- this has a bed on the floor. I say to the girl she can take the main bed and i'll sleep on the other one.

My bed is just out of reach of the fan and she noticed this. The Filipina said i could come up, but i declined her offer. Again- really trying to stop myself from doing anything stupid. 30 mins into the night it's still really hot and i'm trying to move the fan position but it's not working. I agree to her invitation to join her on the bed.

We lay there chatting for around 30 mins, then tried to get some sleep. We both couldn't sleep- For me it was because of the sexual tension- i just really wanted to fuck her. I was considering going to the toilet to knock one out but i'm glad i didn't!

I decide fuck it and escalated further offering a massage in 'preparation of the long hike tomorrow'. No LMR, she takes off her shirt and i go in for the kiss. It's on. Really nice pussy, tight and dripping wet. Gived a great BJ- first round i finished on her face next one in the mouth.

Second night we're in the tent after a loooong day of hiking. The other's have all pitched their tents really close by and it was soo cold outside so a fuck was out of the question. She sucked me off and i nut in the mouth. I fall asleep within seconds with the hot filipina chick snuggling up for warmth.

Post: #3566

+1, 3rd of the year, 19th lifetime. White, slim 6.5-ish.

She was only the second approach that I had made last night. I think that's the fastest I've gotten an open girl when running nightgame.

She was fairly amenable and interested from the start, so there wasn't much in the way of difficulty extracting her and going to my place. She did insist on using a condom though, which coupled with the alcohol made it somewhat less enjoyable than it could have been (her pussy was really nice and tight, to be fair.)

We exchanged numbers as she left this morning. Remains to be seen whether we meet up again.

Post: #3567

+1. 7.5 from nightgame, on a couch in the same room as her sleeping friend. My logistics were horrible so had to be... flexible...

I've learnt the hard way before that sometimes you've just gotta hang in there, if she's keen enough she'll try to make it work. She was certainly keen.

Post: #3568

There's something in the air recently.

I ended the bang above with a 19 year old on a first date having to kick her out at 4am - ordered her a taxi home - so I could get to the airport in time for a holiday.

I got back home from my holiday, woke up and got a few more numbers off online game.

I sent a pic of me relaxing in the living room in the morning to a couple of girls. I have a nice place. I also sent another picture of myself, a good selfie I have. I received two positive responses from the girls, one of which was "I wish I could cook you breakfast where do you live?".

I told her whereabouts and also used a disqualifier. She told me she's going to get ready and have a shower. Just before she was leaving I wanted to make sure this was on so I don't waste my time and told her how I'm not looking for anything serious.

Her response was simply: "you don't need to be too upfront".

This was on.

She arrived outside my place. 7.5 out of 10. Tight jeans, tight ass.

Kissed her on the cheek. I took out some things from the fridge and told her "let's see what you can do".

She cooked us breakfast - although it was now heading towards lunch time.

Then we talked and I put on some music. Went for the kiss took her hand and straight to the bedoom and banged her.

No LMR whatsoever. She couldn't get enough of it.

This week in short: banged a 19 year old, banged a 20 year old and banged a 21 year old.

What one might call a perfect hatrick.

Post: #3569

+1

Finally I get to post in this thread. First lay from daygame! She's still in bed. Will post details later.

Post: #3570

As I was washing shit off my dick with the citrus almond hand soap I tried to feel bad. I couldn’t. I tried to be afraid of HIV; scrutinized my shiny white shaft under the surgical bathroom light for blood. Raw anal sex with runaway meth hookers: frowned upon by the CDC. But I was intact. What’s more, the transmission rate for the– what’s the opposite of the “receptive partner”– the guy who puts his dick in never gets it. I tried to think about hanging myself like I have at least ten times a day for a month. Couldn’t. I tried to picture my dead dad, my dead friend, my dead cat looking down on me from heaven. Shaking their heads at the boy they loved doing self destructive shit. Their ghosts were gone. I was just there in the downstairs shower getting hard again, thinking about eight minutes ago.

I’d been to a therapist. My AA sponsor told me to go. He’s obsessed with getting me over my sex shit now that I’ve not had a drink for two years. Now that I’m a lawn cutting bill paying ordinary taxpayer with a certified pre owned family sedan. Now that my credit rating inches toward normalcy. Now that I talk to my family. Help newly sober dorks. Grit my teeth and tell them how fucking great everything is, now that I’ve done my step work and surrendered control to my higher power. I’m achieving my dreams. Do you know that my second book is out. People like it; it’s not bad I gather but I have no fucking idea anymore. Looking at it one more time is a bridge too far. Anyway I’ve got my act together so it’s time to stop doing the one thing that brings me happiness. Raw sex with young girls.

She’s nineteen. Her parents are Jehovah’s witnesses, of course. The people who knock on your door in suits on a hot Saturday and ask: have you thought about eternity– their daughters will all smoke meth in a San Bernardino County squat. Their sons will build underground porno vaults with 8mm clips of children fucked by raccoons and tortured to death. I’ll say this: she’s spiritual.

Where was I– I was at the therapist to work on relationship issues. With my gold PPO insurance I have this luxury. There were Frank Lloyd Wright chairs in the waiting room. In the office, a tall Pottery Barn water feature. My sponsor told me to go because I want to get married and have kids. He thinks as long as I fuck Tinder whores it’ll never happen. I think if I stop fucking Tinder whores and meet my future wife she’ll look at me like dog shit. I think women only respect you if you’re already fucking someone hotter, and you treat them like garbage. I’m right.

I also think I’ll never meet my future wife. I think if I signed up for a cupcake baking class like people say it’d be ten lonely dudes, two ugly girls. I think if I don’t work agonizingly for pussy every day nothing happens. Most times not even then. If I work for it it’s not love. I’ll never get my princess moment, is what I’m saying. But I did once. I fell in love with a girl from work. Now she’s dead. Everything circles back to my dad my ex my cat and how I’ll die alone. Until today.

I let the therapist have it. Everything in 50 minutes. It helps to write it up for four years, then cut it down and down to where you have every canned metaphor memorized. Great for AA Shares too. People come up after meetings and ask are you a writer. I say no. I want them to feel less talented than some schlump off the street, because I resent their TV jobs.

I told him I want to hang myself. That I think my mom will get cancer. That I’ll get cancer. I’ll get fired and be broke or I’ll never get fired and have to work forever. Never have kids. Die alone. I write; I used to like it but now I hate it from looking at it. I made a book so new people could see my shit but I had to go on fucking Twitter to sell it. Sales still terrible and looking at twitter to sell the book sucked me into our culture: I hate women I hate men I hate blacks whites cops. As a Black Man, Pokemon Go asks me to put my life in danger says Kotaku. Corporate pop culture plus corporate social justice, over and over. I worked in Hollywood when Cowboys and Aliens was about to come out. They thought it would be big. You’d have to sit in meetings with a big grid trying to come up with movies like Cowboys and Aliens. Knights, dinosaurs, robots on one side. Werewolves, vampires, Godzilla on the other. That’s what Kotaku is, and everything else. Just bankrupt.

Kotaku is a multimillion dollar web site. Hacks get paid and don’t have to work. I’m honest and do my best; I sell close to zero books and if anyone finds out about my writing I’ll get fired. There’s that trivial garbage rabbit hole but also I’m afraid I’ll hang myself. Afraid my best friend will hang himself. More people will die and I’ll be alone. Angela will leave me or I’ll hurt Angela. I’m afraid of hurting her with this post. I’m afraid and I’m going to die and nothing I do can help. Well our time is up, he said.

Got out and El Chuco called saying he’d left his car in Rosemead. Could I help him get it. It’s a Tesla. God knows where he got the money but you can open it with your phone. I unplugged it from the back of the Days Inn hooker hotel. Drove it at 110 out to the brothel he keeps in Redlands, now that his wife left him. The idea was one of the girls would take a picture reading my book naked. I’d post it on twitter. Sales would result. He said send a picture with your shirt off so I can get the girls hot.

I wasn’t going to fuck anyone because I Don’t Do That Anymore. But I showed up and she was cute. She was bent over snorting an eight inch rail of coke off a rose gold Macbrook pro and I laid my cock between her ass cheeks and stroked her back, slipped a finger in her, picked her up and put her on the granite kitchen island counter after moving the pickle jar. She could move. We switched to the futon. She got on top and I had to tell her slow down I’m gonna cum too fast. The whole thing’s on video. except the part where I look ripped picking her up.

Upstairs in her room she had a plate of coke, hash, crushed up oxy’s, xanax and molly. I’ll say this for AA: I didn’t think about touching it. Big shard of meth sitting on the Bank of America folder that had the mortgage papers for the house in it. Perfect hex crystal like a display at the natural history museum. If you want nineteen year old girls in your house, get drugs.

Later I was in the hot tub and she came out naked. How did you get over your sickness she asked. I read your book. You were crazy. Now you seem OK. How did you do it. When did it happen. Messengers from God everywhere. She sat on my lap and talked about trying to figure out her place in the world. Aang me a nice song while I just looked at her. She was perfect. I just want to touch you so I can remember you, I told her. You won’t, she said.

At night she led me back to her room and kissed me and my mouth went numb. She got on top of me and moved. Put me in her asshole and I just liked looking at it. As soon as she got going I sprayed a corn silo full of goo into her sigmoid. I said goodbye. Cleaned off. Ubered to my car. Drove home, got on livechat with Amazon.com to complain about a package.

Now this morning. I have a reflex to go to that dark place where I want to die. I can’t get there. It just stops. The sun’s out and the trees hiss in the wind and I want to live, go to dinner with my mom later. Drugs didn’t work. Therapy doesn’t work. Money, service, friends, family don’t work. This works. I’ll never stop.

Source

Post: #3571

(07-10-2016 04:40 PM)delicioustacos Wrote:  As I was washing shit off my dick with the citrus almond hand soap I tried to feel bad. I couldn’t. I tried to be afraid of HIV; scrutinized my shiny white shaft under the surgical bathroom light for blood. Raw anal sex with runaway meth hookers: frowned upon by the CDC. But I was intact. What’s more, the transmission rate for the– what’s the opposite of the “receptive partner”– the guy who puts his dick in never gets it. I tried to think about hanging myself like I have at least ten times a day for a month. Couldn’t. I tried to picture my dead dad, my dead friend, my dead cat looking down on me from heaven. Shaking their heads at the boy they loved doing self destructive shit. Their ghosts were gone. I was just there in the downstairs shower getting hard again, thinking about eight minutes ago.

I’d been to a therapist. My AA sponsor told me to go. He’s obsessed with getting me over my sex shit now that I’ve not had a drink for two years. Now that I’m a lawn cutting bill paying ordinary taxpayer with a certified pre owned family sedan. Now that my credit rating inches toward normalcy. Now that I talk to my family. Help newly sober dorks. Grit my teeth and tell them how fucking great everything is, now that I’ve done my step work and surrendered control to my higher power. I’m achieving my dreams. Do you know that my second book is out. People like it; it’s not bad I gather but I have no fucking idea anymore. Looking at it one more time is a bridge too far. Anyway I’ve got my act together so it’s time to stop doing the one thing that brings me happiness. Raw sex with young girls.

She’s nineteen. Her parents are Jehovah’s witnesses, of course. The people who knock on your door in suits on a hot Saturday and ask: have you thought about eternity– their daughters will all smoke meth in a San Bernardino County squat. Their sons will build underground porno vaults with 8mm clips of children fucked by raccoons and tortured to death. I’ll say this: she’s spiritual.

Where was I– I was at the therapist to work on relationship issues. With my gold PPO insurance I have this luxury. There were Frank Lloyd Wright chairs in the waiting room. In the office, a tall Pottery Barn water feature. My sponsor told me to go because I want to get married and have kids. He thinks as long as I fuck Tinder whores it’ll never happen. I think if I stop fucking Tinder whores and meet my future wife she’ll look at me like dog shit. I think women only respect you if you’re already fucking someone hotter, and you treat them like garbage. I’m right.

I also think I’ll never meet my future wife. I think if I signed up for a cupcake baking class like people say it’d be ten lonely dudes, two ugly girls. I think if I don’t work agonizingly for pussy every day nothing happens. Most times not even then. If I work for it it’s not love. I’ll never get my princess moment, is what I’m saying. But I did once. I fell in love with a girl from work. Now she’s dead. Everything circles back to my dad my ex my cat and how I’ll die alone. Until today.

I let the therapist have it. Everything in 50 minutes. It helps to write it up for four years, then cut it down and down to where you have every canned metaphor memorized. Great for AA Shares too. People come up after meetings and ask are you a writer. I say no. I want them to feel less talented than some schlump off the street, because I resent their TV jobs.

I told him I want to hang myself. That I think my mom will get cancer. That I’ll get cancer. I’ll get fired and be broke or I’ll never get fired and have to work forever. Never have kids. Die alone. I write; I used to like it but now I hate it from looking at it. I made a book so new people could see my shit but I had to go on fucking Twitter to sell it. Sales still terrible and looking at twitter to sell the book sucked me into our culture: I hate women I hate men I hate blacks whites cops. As a Black Man, Pokemon Go asks me to put my life in danger says Kotaku. Corporate pop culture plus corporate social justice, over and over. I worked in Hollywood when Cowboys and Aliens was about to come out. They thought it would be big. You’d have to sit in meetings with a big grid trying to come up with movies like Cowboys and Aliens. Knights, dinosaurs, robots on one side. Werewolves, vampires, Godzilla on the other. That’s what Kotaku is, and everything else. Just bankrupt.

Kotaku is a multimillion dollar web site. Hacks get paid and don’t have to work. I’m honest and do my best; I sell close to zero books and if anyone finds out about my writing I’ll get fired. There’s that trivial garbage rabbit hole but also I’m afraid I’ll hang myself. Afraid my best friend will hang himself. More people will die and I’ll be alone. Angela will leave me or I’ll hurt Angela. I’m afraid of hurting her with this post. I’m afraid and I’m going to die and nothing I do can help. Well our time is up, he said.

Got out and El Chuco called saying he’d left his car in Rosemead. Could I help him get it. It’s a Tesla. God knows where he got the money but you can open it with your phone. I unplugged it from the back of the Days Inn hooker hotel. Drove it at 110 out to the brothel he keeps in Redlands, now that his wife left him. The idea was one of the girls would take a picture reading my book naked. I’d post it on twitter. Sales would result. He said send a picture with your shirt off so I can get the girls hot.

I wasn’t going to fuck anyone because I Don’t Do That Anymore. But I showed up and she was cute. She was bent over snorting an eight inch rail of coke off a rose gold Macbrook pro and I laid my cock between her ass cheeks and stroked her back, slipped a finger in her, picked her up and put her on the granite kitchen island counter after moving the pickle jar. She could move. We switched to the futon. She got on top and I had to tell her slow down I’m gonna cum too fast. The whole thing’s on video. except the part where I look ripped picking her up.

Upstairs in her room she had a plate of coke, hash, crushed up oxy’s, xanax and molly. I’ll say this for AA: I didn’t think about touching it. Big shard of meth sitting on the Bank of America folder that had the mortgage papers for the house in it. Perfect hex crystal like a display at the natural history museum. If you want nineteen year old girls in your house, get drugs.

Later I was in the hot tub and she came out naked. How did you get over your sickness she asked. I read your book. You were crazy. Now you seem OK. How did you do it. When did it happen. Messengers from God everywhere. She sat on my lap and talked about trying to figure out her place in the world. Aang me a nice song while I just looked at her. She was perfect. I just want to touch you so I can remember you, I told her. You won’t, she said.

At night she led me back to her room and kissed me and my mouth went numb. She got on top of me and moved. Put me in her asshole and I just liked looking at it. As soon as she got going I sprayed a corn silo full of goo into her sigmoid. I said goodbye. Cleaned off. Ubered to my car. Drove home, got on livechat with Amazon.com to complain about a package.

Now this morning. I have a reflex to go to that dark place where I want to die. I can’t get there. It just stops. The sun’s out and the trees hiss in the wind and I want to live, go to dinner with my mom later. Drugs didn’t work. Therapy doesn’t work. Money, service, friends, family don’t work. This works. I’ll never stop.

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So dark but excellent writing man. A lot of truth in there that hits the spot of the modern world and how fucked up things are.
Peace and long life brother.

Post: #3572

(07-10-2016 04:40 PM)delicioustacos Wrote:  As I was washing shit off my dick with the citrus almond hand soap I tried to feel bad. I couldn’t. I tried to be afraid of HIV; scrutinized my shiny white shaft under the surgical bathroom light for blood. Raw anal sex with runaway meth hookers: frowned upon by the CDC. But I was intact. What’s more, the transmission rate for the– what’s the opposite of the “receptive partner”– the guy who puts his dick in never gets it. I tried to think about hanging myself like I have at least ten times a day for a month. Couldn’t. I tried to picture my dead dad, my dead friend, my dead cat looking down on me from heaven. Shaking their heads at the boy they loved doing self destructive shit. Their ghosts were gone. I was just there in the downstairs shower getting hard again, thinking about eight minutes ago.

I’d been to a therapist. My AA sponsor told me to go. He’s obsessed with getting me over my sex shit now that I’ve not had a drink for two years. Now that I’m a lawn cutting bill paying ordinary taxpayer with a certified pre owned family sedan. Now that my credit rating inches toward normalcy. Now that I talk to my family. Help newly sober dorks. Grit my teeth and tell them how fucking great everything is, now that I’ve done my step work and surrendered control to my higher power. I’m achieving my dreams. Do you know that my second book is out. People like it; it’s not bad I gather but I have no fucking idea anymore. Looking at it one more time is a bridge too far. Anyway I’ve got my act together so it’s time to stop doing the one thing that brings me happiness. Raw sex with young girls.

She’s nineteen. Her parents are Jehovah’s witnesses, of course. The people who knock on your door in suits on a hot Saturday and ask: have you thought about eternity– their daughters will all smoke meth in a San Bernardino County squat. Their sons will build underground porno vaults with 8mm clips of children fucked by raccoons and tortured to death. I’ll say this: she’s spiritual.

Where was I– I was at the therapist to work on relationship issues. With my gold PPO insurance I have this luxury. There were Frank Lloyd Wright chairs in the waiting room. In the office, a tall Pottery Barn water feature. My sponsor told me to go because I want to get married and have kids. He thinks as long as I fuck Tinder whores it’ll never happen. I think if I stop fucking Tinder whores and meet my future wife she’ll look at me like dog shit. I think women only respect you if you’re already fucking someone hotter, and you treat them like garbage. I’m right.

I also think I’ll never meet my future wife. I think if I signed up for a cupcake baking class like people say it’d be ten lonely dudes, two ugly girls. I think if I don’t work agonizingly for pussy every day nothing happens. Most times not even then. If I work for it it’s not love. I’ll never get my princess moment, is what I’m saying. But I did once. I fell in love with a girl from work. Now she’s dead. Everything circles back to my dad my ex my cat and how I’ll die alone. Until today.

I let the therapist have it. Everything in 50 minutes. It helps to write it up for four years, then cut it down and down to where you have every canned metaphor memorized. Great for AA Shares too. People come up after meetings and ask are you a writer. I say no. I want them to feel less talented than some schlump off the street, because I resent their TV jobs.

I told him I want to hang myself. That I think my mom will get cancer. That I’ll get cancer. I’ll get fired and be broke or I’ll never get fired and have to work forever. Never have kids. Die alone. I write; I used to like it but now I hate it from looking at it. I made a book so new people could see my shit but I had to go on fucking Twitter to sell it. Sales still terrible and looking at twitter to sell the book sucked me into our culture: I hate women I hate men I hate blacks whites cops. As a Black Man, Pokemon Go asks me to put my life in danger says Kotaku. Corporate pop culture plus corporate social justice, over and over. I worked in Hollywood when Cowboys and Aliens was about to come out. They thought it would be big. You’d have to sit in meetings with a big grid trying to come up with movies like Cowboys and Aliens. Knights, dinosaurs, robots on one side. Werewolves, vampires, Godzilla on the other. That’s what Kotaku is, and everything else. Just bankrupt.

Kotaku is a multimillion dollar web site. Hacks get paid and don’t have to work. I’m honest and do my best; I sell close to zero books and if anyone finds out about my writing I’ll get fired. There’s that trivial garbage rabbit hole but also I’m afraid I’ll hang myself. Afraid my best friend will hang himself. More people will die and I’ll be alone. Angela will leave me or I’ll hurt Angela. I’m afraid of hurting her with this post. I’m afraid and I’m going to die and nothing I do can help. Well our time is up, he said.

Got out and El Chuco called saying he’d left his car in Rosemead. Could I help him get it. It’s a Tesla. God knows where he got the money but you can open it with your phone. I unplugged it from the back of the Days Inn hooker hotel. Drove it at 110 out to the brothel he keeps in Redlands, now that his wife left him. The idea was one of the girls would take a picture reading my book naked. I’d post it on twitter. Sales would result. He said send a picture with your shirt off so I can get the girls hot.

I wasn’t going to fuck anyone because I Don’t Do That Anymore. But I showed up and she was cute. She was bent over snorting an eight inch rail of coke off a rose gold Macbrook pro and I laid my cock between her ass cheeks and stroked her back, slipped a finger in her, picked her up and put her on the granite kitchen island counter after moving the pickle jar. She could move. We switched to the futon. She got on top and I had to tell her slow down I’m gonna cum too fast. The whole thing’s on video. except the part where I look ripped picking her up.

Upstairs in her room she had a plate of coke, hash, crushed up oxy’s, xanax and molly. I’ll say this for AA: I didn’t think about touching it. Big shard of meth sitting on the Bank of America folder that had the mortgage papers for the house in it. Perfect hex crystal like a display at the natural history museum. If you want nineteen year old girls in your house, get drugs.

Later I was in the hot tub and she came out naked. How did you get over your sickness she asked. I read your book. You were crazy. Now you seem OK. How did you do it. When did it happen. Messengers from God everywhere. She sat on my lap and talked about trying to figure out her place in the world. Aang me a nice song while I just looked at her. She was perfect. I just want to touch you so I can remember you, I told her. You won’t, she said.

At night she led me back to her room and kissed me and my mouth went numb. She got on top of me and moved. Put me in her asshole and I just liked looking at it. As soon as she got going I sprayed a corn silo full of goo into her sigmoid. I said goodbye. Cleaned off. Ubered to my car. Drove home, got on livechat with Amazon.com to complain about a package.

Now this morning. I have a reflex to go to that dark place where I want to die. I can’t get there. It just stops. The sun’s out and the trees hiss in the wind and I want to live, go to dinner with my mom later. Drugs didn’t work. Therapy doesn’t work. Money, service, friends, family don’t work. This works. I’ll never stop.

+1

Fixed.

Post: #3573

Jesus fucking christ DT RIP'ed the last few pages.

Keep on fucking writing man !

And yes, drugs gets hot young girls that'll do anything. Fucking love it.

Dude, didn't know you were local to So-Cal, it'd be rad to meet up one day !

Post: #3574

Met up with a Tinder girl last night, she showed up in a nice short summer dress. We had a couple margaritas then I invited her back to my place a few blocks away for more tequila and she easily agreed. Drank on my front porch for a couple hours, gradually escalating, she was making comments about getting her Uber to go home and how she didn't feel as good as she usually does, bloating or some shit. Moved back into the house to make another drink and start making out hard in the kitchen, take her hand and lead her to my bedroom, show her a couple cool pictures I have in the room, then laid back on the bed. No LMR, very nice body for mid-30's single mom, best tasting pussy I've encountered in quite a while. Highlight was finishing up doggy style, one hand wrapped in her very thick long hair pulling her hair with other hand on her back pushing her down into the bed.

+1

Post: #3575

+1 Bumble 26 year old

+15 for the year

First Date Bang


Another 6, but zero effort, still doesn't make up quality wise.

White girl, another girl with tattoos who was nice with a cute face, not the greatest body.

The Meet Up:

She drove over 50 miles to come see me, not to mention being stuck in construction traffic.

She planned on spending the night since it was a long drive, game on.

Parked at my house and I drove us to my standard dive bar, have a few rounds of drinks, then bounced.

The Bang:

Threw on a classic movie, started making out, and pulled away.

Did that a few times, she went to the bathroom to change.

Came back, got her naked no LMR.

Banged her out, washed up.

I tried passing out but I couldn't fucking sleep and I have meetings today and all day tomorrow.

She bounced this morning.

Summary:

Very easy, zero LMR bang, won't be banging her again since she live so far.

Me after banging and reading DT's last post on here.