Post: #3776

Rep point given - plus I like to think DT Jr reads this thread, thank you for helping a forum member get the bang.

Post: #3777

I'm just proud that I was there for this historic night.

Post: #3778

I havent been in this thread in awhile, Ive been having a great year!

+1 40yr old Mexican Chick (Im 23)

I initially met her at a halloween party that was thrown by some people I work with. As soon as I walked in I noticed her and friend staring at me so I decide to join their table and offer them tequila. The friend was extremely boring, but she obliged. I got her number then left the party.

I returned to the party about 3 hours later to see her talking to one of my colleagues. She immediately started blowing him off to come with me. We dance a bit, then I decided to go home. I probably could've brought her with me, but I decide not to at this moment.

A few days pass and we start texting. Shes doing all the escalation and telling me how much she wants chocolate. So Wednesday evening she drives to my house after work. We start watching Colombiana on Netflix, we didnt even make it past the intro before shes on top of me. We fuck for about 45 minutes and I finish all over her body. I let her stay about 20 more minutes, before I head to work.

I dont know if ill call her again, but it was nice to experience an older woman.

Post: #3779

(11-10-2016 08:34 PM)Enoch Wrote:  Rep point given - plus I like to think DT Jr reads this thread, thank you for helping a forum member get the bang.

Of course he reads this thread.

Post: #3780

Long time since I posted here. Just got my first Post-Trump victory bang and first German flag. 25, blonde, works in fashion.

Matched on Tinder 2 weeks ago, took her number and forgot to text her. She messaged on Tinder on Monday, I replied through text and set up the date at my crib.

One of my smoothest but also most bland bangs ever.

Meet up at a little square close to me, walk back to apartment. She looks good, dolled up. Leaning into me on the way there. Once inside we have one drink and sit on my couch. Don't remember what we talk about but I'm touching her hair and shoulders 30 minutes into our date and she's looking at me with eyes half-closed. I just kiss her and soon we're on the bed making out. Very into it, grabbing my junk. Clothes come off: VERY pleased by her figure.

This is where it gets pretty boring. She doesn't want to suck dick and refuses to be fingerbanged(?). I love fingerblasting chicks so pretty stumped about that. She insists on condoms, I slap one on and we're off. Fairly vanilla sex, she was very adamant about getting on top at times though. Finally get her in doggy and finish.

Afterwards she stays for an hour, we just chill and talk. I'm exhausted after this week, wanted to go for a second bang but would have made a shit effort at it. High energy burnout, but still a nice way to cap an INCREDIBLE week off. Would have liked to do a little rougher stuff but whatever, got the lay. Now I'm gonna go sleep for a week.

Post: #3781

+1 19 y.o. hot half-Mexican chick (I'm mid 30's)

Met her through work (but don't actually work with her). Made brief boring small talk with her a couple of times but had her laughing, she seemed shy and nervous around me. Messaged her on facebook and she was obviously interested in keeping the conversation going, over about a week I gradually got more flirty and had her send me some sexy pictures of her halloween outfit.

She invited me out to a party and I said "maybe", later that night I just told her to come over to my place which kind of freaked her out but I was firm so she promptly came on over. She was very nervous so I did some comfort chatting for about an hour and then went for the make-out, 10 seconds later she was pulling off my pants and banging commenced.

My thoughts: I recently got out of a multi-year LTR and have had a few lays since that were all mid-20's. But I haven't been with a girl that young since I was in college. I know it's been repeated many times on this forum but here is another data point:

Young pussy is the elixir of life and fountain of youth.

I've had her over 3 times during the last 2 weeks and I'm pretty sure my testosterone level must be up 50%. There's an extra spring in my step, I'm walking around with my chest puffed out, and my not-taking-bullshit-meter is at an all time high.

Something else that stuck out to me was how easy the bang was for what seems to be a not all that slutty girl. I think the key was that where she met me I have a high level of authority, and also a lot of other women (albeit middle aged) who totally fawn over me. This was an eye opener into how much easier having status can make the game. I need to find ways to leverage this more often.

Cheers and happy hunting y'all!

Post: #3782

+1, around 25 y.o. (didn't bother asking). Picked up the Line of this girl while she was operating a HIV donation kiosk 2 weeks ago, asked "how long she's been single for" to ensure I wouldn't game a pure girl, and since she had a few boyfriends before, I just went for a classic Tuthmosis recipe and ONSed. Moderate LMR, good bang overall.

Post: #3783

+1
6.5 / 10 invited her to watch a movie and eat something.
Offered LMR, she said no like 3 times. At the 4th I was fingering her and when she was about to come, I told her I could not continue because her pants were too tight ?, so when she took off the pants everything was easy. Quality of bang: 8.
The problem is that her kitty odor was not bad like my previous post, but strong. it is the smell I like, but I still have it in my hand even after soap. good I didn't eat her.
The girl told me to go to dance and eat at midnight. And I felt like the guy in the movie "the perfume" with that odor

Post: #3784

Fuck I'm scared. Added a new notch last night from a girl I met during night game. 30 yr old black chick with decent face and nice thick body. Pleasant enough until the morning when she does the typical black girl shit and constantly talks shit and throws shit tests and occasional disrespect at me. I swear to fucking god if you've dated one stereotypical black chick you've dated them all. She reminded me so much of another girl I used to fuck they even used the exact same lingo and spoke exactly the same.

It's a shame she had personality qualities I liked but then she had to ruin it with her attitude.

But anyway lemme explain why I'm scared. I used a condom but the condom broke without me realizing. I pulled out after I busted my nut and instead of seeing an intact condom with my cum inside it, I see the condom is broken and so I just shot my young virile sperm into a 30 yr old black chick who told me she wants to get married and all her cousins and siblings have kids and post pics about em on Instagram. I'm beyond terrified right now. Not only would my life be over but the mother of my children would be some uppity basic ass bitch. What a disservice to them...

Not sure what to say or do right now. I'm beyond scared if she got pregnant she would keep the kid. Fuck man.

I'm used to having raw sex and when I fuck raw I make sure I pull out or don't cum at all. This time I shot directly inside her thinking the condom was intact. I almost wish I fucked her raw from the get go that way I wouldn't have busted inside her but now I gotta deal with this shit. Gonna be stressed out for the next 1-3 weeks until I confirm she had her period. FUUUUCK.

EDIT: Okay maybe I overreacted I called her and talked to her and expressed my concern and she said she'll go to the clinic tomorrow if not she'll text me and maybe take a plan B. Seems she's not trying to have a kid either and she had her period 2 weeks ago so I think going by the cycles I should be good too. Just scared cuz I've pretty much never busted in a chick I usually do pull out but the time I use a condom and bust all up in there is when the condom breaks. I might have to become more picky about which brands of condom I use. I have a slightly but significantly above average dick size (BBC) and I've had issues with condoms in the past.

Post: #3785

Brah I hate to tell you but two weeks after period is most fertile time for woman (that is the time when ovulation happens).

Post: #3786

(11-14-2016 01:38 AM)kiwi12 Wrote:  Brah I hate to tell you but two weeks after period is most fertile time for woman (that is the time when ovulation happens).

Holy fuaaaarkk

Post: #3787

(11-12-2016 03:17 AM)crispytaco Wrote:  The problem is that her kitty odor was not bad like my previous post, but strong. it is the smell I like, but I still have it in my hand even after soap.

Scrub under your fingernails, you probably have residues there...

Post: #3788

Unchained, good to see that she went to the clinic - nothing worse than impregnating the wrong chick and being on the hook for the next 20 years.

Coin jars, unlike women, are actually economically helpful when you fill them.

Post: #3789

A bit late but need to make a post about my high energy election night bang.

Tuesday afternoon and getting a new like on Badoo - an app I don't use much since it's almost worthless for local chicks but more popular with foreigners so it gives me a nice surprise now and then. A nice 25yo Serbian girls has liked me.

I message and she replies fairly quickly. After a couple of texts she starts hinting strongly that she's interested in meeting up and we agree on a time and location.

The logistics aren't optimal, since she doesn't know the city and I have to meet her 10-15 min walk from my place (I live next to a bar district).

She shows up and I can tell she added a little weight since her pics (she blames an injury), on her pics she looked like and 8 but she's still a good 7 and has the weight in the right places.

Chemistry is good from the first moment. We walk towards the area where I live and she's asking where I'm taking her. I start joking that I will take her to my basement and lock her up, and she's playing along. So when we pass my place I try to pull a fast one and invite her straight in. But she's not having any of that. We go to a bar down the street and get a beer, but the chemistry is killed and she starts stressing out by the fact she's far from her place, starts calling her friend to pick her up. But I continue as normal and she's slowly warming up again.

I casually bring up the election and she says she hasn't followed it and is neutral. I suggest going to a bar where they have an election night event, but it's full with a line to get in so we go to a place next door.

She's warming up good now and halfway through the beer I go for the makeout. She's like "I'm really starting to like you now, even though I hated you half an hour ago, how do you do that?" I suggest going to my place for some wine, she pretends to be thinking about it for a while and agrees. She's ready to get fucked.

We go to mine, it's around 11, just before election results will start rolling in (I'm in Europe). We start getting down to business, a long slow foreplay. She has good tits, a big round ass and a nice pink pussy and asshole. That curvy body that's so rare with northern european girls. I rail her hard, it's easy to tell she likes it rough. I give her some good spanking and some light slaps in the face, choking, hair pulling, having her call me Master, she loves it. I can do pretty much whatever I want and blast all over her big tits, face and gorgeous hair.

It's around 1 am where I live and some results from the election starting to roll in. I check the odds market and it's 10 to 1 in favour of Hillary. I'm thinking fuck, it's lost. Turn back to some music. Girl is telling me she visited the city a few days but didn't have the best time. So she opened Badoo on her last night. I was the first guy she liked and talked to. She said she had loads of guys contacting her afterwards. Talking about how guys here are hitting on her by asking if she's a model.

We fuck a 2nd time, this time dominating her even more and slapping her pretty hard in the face - she can't get enough.

We chill on the couch again. It's 3 am and I turn back to the election and checking the odds, and moments later Trump is the favourite. It's fucking happening!

I say I support Trump and got money on him and it looks I'll win €1000. We do a nice photoshoot and she even let me take some nudes where she has "I love Trump" written on her ass with lipstick. I've sent them to a couple of members I know IRL. Great digital memories from election night!

We're both high energy and she decides to stay at my place as long as she can - she has to leave for the airport around 6:30. We fuck a third time and I follow her to the bus stop.

I'm so high energy, I stay awake to watch the victory speech at 9 am. November 8th 2016, what a legendary night!

Post: #3790

+1, bang in the car. Around 1 month ago, I picked up that Big C cashier using the "Line ID on receipt" trick, which worked. Turns out that the girl had a upper arm tattoo and had 2 kids outside marriage. No pity for that. So I just pretended to show interest, took her to eat a 40 baht noodle, fucked her in the car, and dropped her home. Quick and easy. Pretty low quality bang though, she felt "used up".

Post: #3791

Posting this a couple of days late.

+1 from this Monday, 23 y/o local. 7/10, let's call her S.

We matched on Tinder last Thursday, and I gave her my number after a fair bit of banter across the morning and midday, nothing longwinded.

Texted a bit more that night and arranged Monday the night before.

My logistics are decent, as have been my past few houses since coming back home, this time I'm smack bang between two wining-and-dining precincts.

I got her to meet me in front of the town hall at the junction of one of those and my street. We recognised each other quickly enough, and greeted with a hug and cheek peck. Amid some chat about her having used to live nearby and now living where I recently moved out from, I suggested heading to mine. She agreed readily.

In the 200 metre walk home, our conversation was pretty innocuous, chatting about work, the supermoon, our suburbs. I took her on a brief tour of mine, running into one of my housemates when entering the house.

I brought out a bottle of sparkling wine from the fridge. I'd run out of beer; and because it had been a frigid past few days, we thought of running to the shops and making mulled wine. That we did — she seemed to enjoy the added dimension of us driving there, and the checkout girl guessed correctly what we were making. We went halves on the groceries, I paid for the wine, and she, a 6 pack of dark ale from the attached bottle shop.

On the way there, she admitted that she hadn't had dinner. Neither had I, but I thought of making a risotto, so I'd grabbed mushrooms while at Woolworths. When she said that she would have the next few days off work, my hopes began to rise.

I rose to the challenge when she said that not being a massive risotto fan, she was extra critical but all the more won over when executed right, but I proceeded to instruct her on preparing the ingredients while I prepared the cooking. I'd been applying gradual kino throughout, and the rapport had been pretty natural from the get go. We were also sharing a flute of sparkling each. I joked that we'd obviously had Italian blood to pull this off, to which she said she was indeed 1/4 Italian. Which did show in her features. In the meantime, my other housemate happened to walk into the kitchen. I made the introductions, and S began oozing excitement over her dressing gown. She started feeling it a bit, then my housemate retreated.

The risotto ready, I served them out and we sat, legs up, facing each other on the sofa. Our conversation got pretty deep, talking about our backgrounds and school.

Midway, my 3rd (and last!) housemate also walked in on us (the kitchen/loungeroom doorway leads to the bathroom). Introductions were made, and S let slip that this was a Tinder date. She was cool about it, I made her feel included (and she'd end up apologising the morning after if she made things awkward).

S ended up enjoying the risotto, and me admitting that I'd never made it before go me a few brownie points. I was acting much more cooler than previous dates, I'd felt no need to validate myself as much.

The mulled wine was much more of a disappointment, but I saved her face by suggested grabbing 2 beers each and heading elsewhere. It was too rainy to sit in the backyard, so that left my bedroom. We made ourselves at home on my bed while we talked about school further.

We ended up talking about my clothes, and she indicated my slippers. I told her I bought them off Gumtree (The Australian equivalent to Craigslist), and she said something about me being really trusting. I replied with, "Almost as trusting as yourself?"

To which she asked, "What do you mean?"

I simply said, "This."

And went in for the kiss. I pulled away shortly, we talked a bit about creativity. I indicated a painting I did a little bit earlier still on the easel in front of us, she remarked that she didn't noticed that earlier. And so it went on. She or I would initiate a kiss, then pull back, a few more times until it ended being a bit more drawn out. By this time, I could remove her jacket, then her blouse and bra, without any resistance. I pulled her to a standing position in front of my bed whereby we stripped off the last of our clothes and admired our bodies.

She had a skinny build, which was offset by small, almost sagging, breasts and hardly any arse. She was also taller than me by a few centimetres — I gave my height on my Tinder bio as a couple of inches taller than I really was!

I carried her back to my bed, whence by she asked me to put on a condom. I teased her about jeopardising her Catholic background but complied.

The sex was passionate but a bit too vanilla for my liking. She like being on top, but I ended up taking control, even though she wasn't into anything unconventional. She expressed pleasure by giggling, and apologised for her untidy hair and bad breath.

After falling asleep into each others arms, we awoke up around 2am and began talking about relationships. I tried initiating sex again, she refused, but wanted to cuddle and make out. She expressed her thoughts that both of us were after different things on Tinder, and that she didn't actually feel like she was in a headspace to jump into casual sex. She didn't hesitate to add how sorry she was for saying that, because she still felt that we had so much in common, but didn't think we'd have ended up at mine, let alone naked a few hours after.

Should I have felt guilty about that at all? That had been indeed my plan B, down to the exact same bar she'd had in mind down the road. I knew though, that the night may well have ended up the night the way she described — with her saying, truthfully, that she was tired after a couple of hours and heading home. Despite her insisting that she hadn't meant to take this sexual so early, every step leading to this was done with utter willingness on her part.

When light broke, we awoke once more and cuddled and kissed. We thought of heading to a café down the road. I was starving, and went off to cook porridge while she kept on sleeping. I enjoyed cuddling her warm body a bit more, she turned down my advances for sex, and despite her saying a number of times that she should go, and me proffering her along, she made no move to go, us chatting a bit more. Eventually, we hugged for quite a while before getting dressed. We made plans for next week, but she requested to we catch up in a non-sexual context. I wasn't mad keen on sleeping with her again, so that was fine with me.

A few hours later, I got a text from her saying that she didn't think she was in a position to hang out again, that she tried really hard to communicate clearly and felt I didn't really listen to where I was at, and the way the night unfolded was not really what she was looking for.

Hamstering much?

Post: #3792

(11-16-2016 12:23 AM)JWLZG Wrote:  Posting this a couple of days late.

+1 from this Monday, 23 y/o local. 7/10, let's call her S.

We matched on Tinder last Thursday, and I gave her my number after a fair bit of banter across the morning and midday, nothing longwinded.

Texted a bit more that night and arranged Monday the night before.

My logistics are decent, as have been my past few houses since coming back home, this time I'm smack bang between two wining-and-dining precincts.

I got her to meet me in front of the town hall at the junction of one of those and my street. We recognised each other quickly enough, and greeted with a hug and cheek peck. Amid some chat about her having used to live nearby and now living where I recently moved out from, I suggested heading to mine. She agreed readily.

In the 200 metre walk home, our conversation was pretty innocuous, chatting about work, the supermoon, our suburbs. I took her on a brief tour of mine, running into one of my housemates when entering the house.

I brought out a bottle of sparkling wine from the fridge. I'd run out of beer; and because it had been a frigid past few days, we thought of running to the shops and making mulled wine. That we did — she seemed to enjoy the added dimension of us driving there, and the checkout girl guessed correctly what we were making. We went halves on the groceries, I paid for the wine, and she, a 6 pack of dark ale from the attached bottle shop.

On the way there, she admitted that she hadn't had dinner. Neither had I, but I thought of making a risotto, so I'd grabbed mushrooms while at Woolworths. When she said that she would have the next few days off work, my hopes began to rise.

I rose to the challenge when she said that not being a massive risotto fan, she was extra critical but all the more won over when executed right, but I proceeded to instruct her on preparing the ingredients while I prepared the cooking. I'd been applying gradual kino throughout, and the rapport had been pretty natural from the get go. We were also sharing a flute of sparkling each. I joked that we'd obviously had Italian blood to pull this off, to which she said she was indeed 1/4 Italian. Which did show in her features. In the meantime, my other housemate happened to walk into the kitchen. I made the introductions, and S began oozing excitement over her dressing gown. She started feeling it a bit, then my housemate retreated.

The risotto ready, I served them out and we sat, legs up, facing each other on the sofa. Our conversation got pretty deep, talking about our backgrounds and school.

Midway, my 3rd (and last!) housemate also walked in on us (the kitchen/loungeroom doorway leads to the bathroom). Introductions were made, and S let slip that this was a Tinder date. She was cool about it, I made her feel included (and she'd end up apologising the morning after if she made things awkward).

S ended up enjoying the risotto, and me admitting that I'd never made it before go me a few brownie points. I was acting much more cooler than previous dates, I'd felt no need to validate myself as much.

The mulled wine was much more of a disappointment, but I saved her face by suggested grabbing 2 beers each and heading elsewhere. It was too rainy to sit in the backyard, so that left my bedroom. We made ourselves at home on my bed while we talked about school further.

We ended up talking about my clothes, and she indicated my slippers. I told her I bought them off Gumtree (The Australian equivalent to Craigslist), and she said something about me being really trusting. I replied with, "Almost as trusting as yourself?"

To which she asked, "What do you mean?"

I simply said, "This."

And went in for the kiss. I pulled away shortly, we talked a bit about creativity. I indicated a painting I did a little bit earlier still on the easel in front of us, she remarked that she didn't noticed that earlier. And so it went on. She or I would initiate a kiss, then pull back, a few more times until it ended being a bit more drawn out. By this time, I could remove her jacket, then her blouse and bra, without any resistance. I pulled her to a standing position in front of my bed whereby we stripped off the last of our clothes and admired our bodies.

She had a skinny build, which was offset by small, almost sagging, breasts and hardly any arse. She was also taller than me by a few centimetres — I gave my height on my Tinder bio as a couple of inches taller than I really was!

I carried her back to my bed, whence by she asked me to put on a condom. I teased her about jeopardising her Catholic background but complied.

The sex was passionate but a bit too vanilla for my liking. She like being on top, but I ended up taking control, even though she wasn't into anything unconventional. She expressed pleasure by giggling, and apologised for her untidy hair and bad breath.

After falling asleep into each others arms, we awoke up around 2am and began talking about relationships. I tried initiating sex again, she refused, but wanted to cuddle and make out. She expressed her thoughts that both of us were after different things on Tinder, and that she didn't actually feel like she was in a headspace to jump into casual sex. She didn't hesitate to add how sorry she was for saying that, because she still felt that we had so much in common, but didn't think we'd have ended up at mine, let alone naked a few hours after.

Should I have felt guilty about that at all? That had been indeed my plan B, down to the exact same bar she'd had in mind down the road. I knew though, that the night may well have ended up the night the way she described — with her saying, truthfully, that she was tired after a couple of hours and heading home. Despite her insisting that she hadn't meant to take this sexual so early, every step leading to this was done with utter willingness on her part.

When light broke, we awoke once more and cuddled and kissed. We thought of heading to a café down the road. I was starving, and went off to cook porridge while she kept on sleeping. I enjoyed cuddling her warm body a bit more, she turned down my advances for sex, and despite her saying a number of times that she should go, and me proffering her along, she made no move to go, us chatting a bit more. Eventually, we hugged for quite a while before getting dressed. We made plans for next week, but she requested to we catch up in a non-sexual context. I wasn't mad keen on sleeping with her again, so that was fine with me.

A few hours later, I got a text from her saying that she didn't think she was in a position to hang out again, that she tried really hard to communicate clearly and felt I didn't really listen to where I was at, and the way the night unfolded was not really what she was looking for.

Hamstering much?

She has issues that need to be addressed before hitting her again. Only her can resolve that. Life's too short to waste time on that.

Post: #3793

(11-14-2016 11:03 PM)Pornopung Wrote:  We go to mine, it's around 11, just before election results will start rolling in (I'm in Europe). We start getting down to business, a long slow foreplay. She has good tits, a big round ass and a nice pink pussy and asshole. That curvy body that's so rare with northern european girls. I rail her hard, it's easy to tell she likes it rough. I give her some good spanking and some light slaps in the face, choking, hair pulling, having her call me Master, she loves it. I can do pretty much whatever I want and blast all over her big tits, face and gorgeous hair.

It's around 1 am where I live and some results from the election starting to roll in. I check the odds market and it's 10 to 1 in favour of Hillary. I'm thinking fuck, it's lost. Turn back to some music. Girl is telling me she visited the city a few days but didn't have the best time. So she opened Badoo on her last night. I was the first guy she liked and talked to. She said she had loads of guys contacting her afterwards. Talking about how guys here are hitting on her by asking if she's a model.

We fuck a 2nd time, this time dominating her even more and slapping her pretty hard in the face - she can't get enough.

We chill on the couch again. It's 3 am and I turn back to the election and checking the odds, and moments later Trump is the favourite. It's fucking happening!

I say I support Trump and got money on him and it looks I'll win €1000. We do a nice photoshoot and she even let me take some nudes where she has "I love Trump" written on her ass with lipstick. I've sent them to a couple of members I know IRL. Great digital memories from election night!

We're both high energy and she decides to stay at my place as long as she can - she has to leave for the airport around 6:30. We fuck a third time and I follow her to the bus stop.

I'm so high energy, I stay awake to watch the victory speech at 9 am. November 8th 2016, what a legendary night!

pornopung on the morning of Nov 9:

Post: #3794

Was busy with the election, working a few 14 hour days, hanging out with friends and the biker girl, haven't had the chance to post:

+3 new notches about 2 weeks ago

+25 on the year

2 back to back night notches (Weds & Thursday) banged out biker girl Friday/Saturday, then got a new notch that Sunday.

First notch:

ONS Bumble a 29 year old Latina former punker chick, I'd give her a 6.5 body, thick latina, no rolls, even had what could almost be a 4 pack, here tits were fantastic and a fat ass with no cottage cheese. Her face unfortunately was a 6 or sub 6.

I did the basic bar hopping, she shit tested me a few times, I shut her ass down and got her laughing, spicy latinas are the best.

Basically bounced to a few venues, ended up shooting tequila then bounced to my house.

Standard movie on netflix, and a heavy makeout session.

Whipped out her tits - but not her top.

"We're not having sex" - I laugh, "of course not".

A few minutes later we tear our clothes off NO LMR and fuck about 3 times that night - it was rough intense and fun.

Sent her on her way - the next morning I get the thankyou text and tells me her ass has a hand print on it

Definitely would rebang. I did a follow up today - she's going "through some things" aka family problems.


Second Notch:

Second date bang.

39 year old Bumble match - Korean (first one) born, California raised a goddamn handful in the sack.

Her naked was a let down, downgrade to a 5.5, her head game and being so goddamn wet was awesome.

Suggested meeting at her pad and then heading out to the local college bars.

FUCK first bar was a rip off, 2 average beers for fucking $25 ? This sheikh hipster bar wont be around for long.

Anyways, she takes me to this whiskey bar, I drink vodka, she has her whiskey on the rocks both of us have a shot of Jameson.

Warmed, up forget her name goes to the bathroom, look it up and how to pronounce it.

Come back, she takes to this really nice back house.


SUPER SUSPECT - looks like a nail salon but with shit for eyelashes, apparently this chick does it as a side job ?

Also has a fold up massage table and a spare bed, lots of random shit and clutter - I think I might like her best friend, since she's a punk rocker.

Whips out like a rare cask $300+ bottle of scotch.

We smash 3 times that night rawdog, I could only cum once because of the girl the night before, I fuck her mouth for awhile after the 3rd time and gave up.

In between the bangs she rubs me down and gives me a massage with lotion.

She wanted me to cum inside of her a few times - FUCK THAT.

Passed out and went home, she sent me a thankyou text and told me I left a hand mark bruise on her ass it's basically my signature now.

I actually followed up with her last night actually, I stopped by her pad before heading to the airport. She was friendly but wasn't really very warm as far as body language, oh well, we'll see what comes of it.


Third Notch:

3rd date bang - 28 year old MILF - Bumble 7 face, 6 body (mom bod) - nice tits. She would've been a solid 7 all around before kids.

We went on one date (shot pool) , and she came over once (netflix and chill), she came over sunday night and we finally smashed.

The sex was HORRIBLE - she couldn't do doggy style, when it was missionary she was holding onto me and kept trying to kiss me.

She asked if I was enjoying it and talked a bit - I'm thinking in my head dude - shutup let me fuck.

It was the most awkward thing in the world and I was trying to pull out she was holding on and I told her it's cumming.

She isn't on BC and I'm pretty sure that first rope of cum got inside her.

It was just weird, it's probably because she hasn't had sex in a long time, I honestly didn't enjoy it that much and I think she was worried I wasn't.

Whatever, she's a really nice girl with a highly possible trashy past.

Eventually I'll just ghost on her, something just seems off about her.

Follow up on her, she thanks me for the the good night, she's still friendly.

Post: #3795

(11-16-2016 12:23 AM)JWLZG Wrote:  Posting this a couple of days late.

+1 from this Monday, 23 y/o local. 7/10, let's call her S.

We matched on Tinder last Thursday, and I gave her my number after a fair bit of banter across the morning and midday, nothing longwinded.

Texted a bit more that night and arranged Monday the night before.

My logistics are decent, as have been my past few houses since coming back home, this time I'm smack bang between two wining-and-dining precincts.

I got her to meet me in front of the town hall at the junction of one of those and my street. We recognised each other quickly enough, and greeted with a hug and cheek peck. Amid some chat about her having used to live nearby and now living where I recently moved out from, I suggested heading to mine. She agreed readily.

In the 200 metre walk home, our conversation was pretty innocuous, chatting about work, the supermoon, our suburbs. I took her on a brief tour of mine, running into one of my housemates when entering the house.

I brought out a bottle of sparkling wine from the fridge. I'd run out of beer; and because it had been a frigid past few days, we thought of running to the shops and making mulled wine. That we did — she seemed to enjoy the added dimension of us driving there, and the checkout girl guessed correctly what we were making. We went halves on the groceries, I paid for the wine, and she, a 6 pack of dark ale from the attached bottle shop.

On the way there, she admitted that she hadn't had dinner. Neither had I, but I thought of making a risotto, so I'd grabbed mushrooms while at Woolworths. When she said that she would have the next few days off work, my hopes began to rise.

I rose to the challenge when she said that not being a massive risotto fan, she was extra critical but all the more won over when executed right, but I proceeded to instruct her on preparing the ingredients while I prepared the cooking. I'd been applying gradual kino throughout, and the rapport had been pretty natural from the get go. We were also sharing a flute of sparkling each. I joked that we'd obviously had Italian blood to pull this off, to which she said she was indeed 1/4 Italian. Which did show in her features. In the meantime, my other housemate happened to walk into the kitchen. I made the introductions, and S began oozing excitement over her dressing gown. She started feeling it a bit, then my housemate retreated.

The risotto ready, I served them out and we sat, legs up, facing each other on the sofa. Our conversation got pretty deep, talking about our backgrounds and school.

Midway, my 3rd (and last!) housemate also walked in on us (the kitchen/loungeroom doorway leads to the bathroom). Introductions were made, and S let slip that this was a Tinder date. She was cool about it, I made her feel included (and she'd end up apologising the morning after if she made things awkward).

S ended up enjoying the risotto, and me admitting that I'd never made it before go me a few brownie points. I was acting much more cooler than previous dates, I'd felt no need to validate myself as much.

The mulled wine was much more of a disappointment, but I saved her face by suggested grabbing 2 beers each and heading elsewhere. It was too rainy to sit in the backyard, so that left my bedroom. We made ourselves at home on my bed while we talked about school further.

We ended up talking about my clothes, and she indicated my slippers. I told her I bought them off Gumtree (The Australian equivalent to Craigslist), and she said something about me being really trusting. I replied with, "Almost as trusting as yourself?"

To which she asked, "What do you mean?"

I simply said, "This."

And went in for the kiss. I pulled away shortly, we talked a bit about creativity. I indicated a painting I did a little bit earlier still on the easel in front of us, she remarked that she didn't noticed that earlier. And so it went on. She or I would initiate a kiss, then pull back, a few more times until it ended being a bit more drawn out. By this time, I could remove her jacket, then her blouse and bra, without any resistance. I pulled her to a standing position in front of my bed whereby we stripped off the last of our clothes and admired our bodies.

She had a skinny build, which was offset by small, almost sagging, breasts and hardly any arse. She was also taller than me by a few centimetres — I gave my height on my Tinder bio as a couple of inches taller than I really was!

I carried her back to my bed, whence by she asked me to put on a condom. I teased her about jeopardising her Catholic background but complied.

The sex was passionate but a bit too vanilla for my liking. She like being on top, but I ended up taking control, even though she wasn't into anything unconventional. She expressed pleasure by giggling, and apologised for her untidy hair and bad breath.

After falling asleep into each others arms, we awoke up around 2am and began talking about relationships. I tried initiating sex again, she refused, but wanted to cuddle and make out. She expressed her thoughts that both of us were after different things on Tinder, and that she didn't actually feel like she was in a headspace to jump into casual sex. She didn't hesitate to add how sorry she was for saying that, because she still felt that we had so much in common, but didn't think we'd have ended up at mine, let alone naked a few hours after.

Should I have felt guilty about that at all? That had been indeed my plan B, down to the exact same bar she'd had in mind down the road. I knew though, that the night may well have ended up the night the way she described — with her saying, truthfully, that she was tired after a couple of hours and heading home. Despite her insisting that she hadn't meant to take this sexual so early, every step leading to this was done with utter willingness on her part.

When light broke, we awoke once more and cuddled and kissed. We thought of heading to a café down the road. I was starving, and went off to cook porridge while she kept on sleeping. I enjoyed cuddling her warm body a bit more, she turned down my advances for sex, and despite her saying a number of times that she should go, and me proffering her along, she made no move to go, us chatting a bit more. Eventually, we hugged for quite a while before getting dressed. We made plans for next week, but she requested to we catch up in a non-sexual context. I wasn't mad keen on sleeping with her again, so that was fine with me.

A few hours later, I got a text from her saying that she didn't think she was in a position to hang out again, that she tried really hard to communicate clearly and felt I didn't really listen to where I was at, and the way the night unfolded was not really what she was looking for.

Hamstering much?

This is a perfect example of just enjoying the process and being outcome independent. Too many guys get pissed that they "put in the effort" and don't get the outcome of sex. You gotta go through the seduction process anyway, you might as well make it enjoyable.

Unfortunately when you reach this level of game things can go a little too smooth and girls in hindsight think that there is some mystical magic trick you did in order for such a night to happen.

The hamster is strong in this one.

Post: #3796

+1, 21 y/o american. 8/10, 75th of the year

Finally back in a town where I can actually go out. Went out last night in Boulder, not really knowing what to expect. Asked the bartender at dinner for a place to go and he recommended a dive in a basement. Was chilling at the bar and these girls went up and tried to order the $1 lemon drops, but that was only until midnight so they didn't order anything. I called them out on the saddest bar moment of the night, chatted for a bit about how it was my first night there, and offered to buy a tequila shot. By the time the shots came, the other girl was off chatting with a guy, but the one i was going for was close by. I told her to pick someone to take the shot, and she picked a guy that was flirting with her. He tried to fake the shot and set it down and dropped the lime in, and I called him on the BS. He quickly took the shot and said goodbye. We went to play pool against 2 of her friends and shut them out. Put our winter coats on and walked back to her place. She said she had a boyfriend, I told her I was in town for 1 night and we will be the only ones that know and that was the end of that.

Post: #3797

+1, 6th of the year, 22nd lifetime. Another SNL from the local nightclub. 6/10, but she was pretty thin and petite so it worked out pretty fine.

Not much to really mention - dancefloor approach, isolated from her friends, got a couple shots, danced for a while, got her back to my place, banged. I'm proving again (in spades) how important having your pad close by to the nightlife is.

Post: #3798

+1 Japanese flag. Daygamed an early 30s babe with hair down to her lower back playing Pokemon go back in August Like a block from my house on the way to the park early on a Friday evening. I was going away with another girl that weekend, and didn't even have my phone so I put my number in hers. We had a bunch in common and i felt good about the interaction. When I got home I saw that she had already texted me.

I texted her when I got back into town. Nothing. Waited a week or two and tried again- nothing. And so I forgot about it.

A couple weeks ago while combing through old prospects I shot her a message, and last Sunday she actually texted me apologizing . She'd been back in Japan for a bit. Her grandma had died and she stayed awhile. Whatevs.
Texted a little during the week and invites her out in the hood. We had one drink, back to my place. She said she couldn't do anything that night because she'd feel bad about herself. So I backed off for a bit, played some guitar, talked some more, and commenced again. Things went fine from there, and I nailed her again in the morning.

Post: #3799

+1 from wechat nearby.

I'd say she was a 6.

Tall chick from Guangdong. Her pictures were hot, so I added her from nearby. I shot the shit with her for a day, and then told her she was getting dinner with me. She gave me some push back, "but my english is so poor!"

I just told her to come to my area after work and we'd get dinner.

Got dinner, walked with her back to my apartment and took her upstairs.

She balked when I tried to kiss her for the first time, but I slowly got her to do it over the course of 30 minutes.

I carried her to my bedroom and threw her on the bed.

She stopped me and said, "if we're going to fuck, then I want to take a shower first."



Good bang. She was strong. I haven't met many Chinese girls with that degree of pelvic control. She could ride like a champ and had a legitimately awesome ass. She was complaining about her ass and saying Chinese dudes don't like asses like that. More ass for men, then.

Cool chick as well. her english isn't that great, but she has a great attitude. The only weird thing is that she legitimately carries around multiple cellphones for her job. She works in some sort of tech-sales position and has 14 phones. She keeps 11 at the office and carries 3 with her. I have no fucking clue why.

She left this morning and gave me one of those chinese bracelets with a bajillion beads. It's pretty legit. This is the first time a chick has given me a post-bang gift that wasn't herpes or the crabs.

Post: #3800

+1

She was a 4

big ass tho