+1. Banged out a Brazilian slut in the Ballroom hall bathroom stall like a boss.
Epic night in the souless Tdot. broke a month long dry spell and its great because I wasn't *too* drunk of my ass to not remember wtf happened lol. I was happy because last night was a Grade AAA shitshow that was more-or-less like how the parties always went down where I grew up in Western Canada.
Breakdown of my Epic night:
I hit up a Halloween Jam last night in the student ghetto of the city. I was worried I was going to be late after I fucked up my hand trying to superglue together a Syringe for my costume. I took a cab and brown bagged a 40oz on the way there. I regret eating that cab costs since my money is tight, and it was dead-ish when I got there but I guess getting their early was key. The venue was crap for approaching and regular style game. It was literally in some Veterans/Union/Ballroom hall or some shit. A big hall/gym with wickerboard tables, I’ve put on better jams myself but no hate from me the people whom put on this part we’re good people all around.
I went as Lance Armstrong and strategically picked my costume for its asshole qualities and also because I would be in tight yellow Under Armour, to show of the body, and compression shorts all night long - This proved to be key.
Now as far as game goes I did not run no routines, or run any lines. As I mentioned the venue was shit, you could talk up people outside but fuck that, it was all mostly Social circle shit out there as I tried to pick up this hot redhead whom also worked for the people putting on the party. She was cool but was more into break dancing by herself.
In all honesty...overall... shit felt mad smooth and natural and coming off my random Day-Game pick up that day (my first one) I probably had a lot more confidence, or I just looked damn good in that Yellow Under Armor who the hell knows (
maybe this had to do with it?). I was a sloppy mess, and was all over the place but was at a steady level of drunkenness all night which is key (only way I could remember the majority of my night).
I was going Caveman ...150% I was just mauling girls, grabbing, and pulling them in. If they weren't down id toss-em aside or tell them to fuck off lol.
My first legit prospect was some Brunette with big jugs dressed as a nerd or Harry potter. She got a feel of the Abs and shit and boom and She was all over me. We we're making out, she was grabbing at my junk the whole enchilada.
But I tell you guys I’ve been down this road many ... many... many times in Toronto before and knew it was far from a lock. There was that 5% of shadyness she had about her, I had to go de-brief her friends and they let shit slide, I got that ‘vote of confidence’ to go govern on that booty so I isolated her fully and then tried to escalate shit to try and get her outta there and back to wherever. This is when her Hamster wheel went into overdrive, outta control and produced a nuclear quick-second meltdown. Where she had this massive look of confusion and just up and ran off to the washroom.
She comes back though and starts making out with me again the minute she gets in my zone, and then starts going on about how sexy I am and all this shit. Then I start understanding... what’s going on:
Typical Toronto Girl with a Beta-Boyfriend Situation™. She then had another hamster brainfart moment, and says "I have to leave before I do something I have to regret" before I even get to toss that down she bolts off the dance floor and out the door lol.
I am sure in her mind it went down like Cinderella dropping her slipper or some shit.... And that she never cheated on her BF because she did not spin on my cock. lol.
After random make outs with like 3 other women I start getting hassled by some Beta-White-Knight. He yells at me: "Hey buddy calm down, you’re being sleazy".
I told him more or less: "Hey fuck you buddy I'm Lance fuking Armstong... I'm a fuking Dope Boy and I'm gonna drain my one nut on all these hoes... No hoes are gonna fuck you tonight bro your dressed up as a Telletubby." Then grabbed one of his lady friends he was orbiting and started dancing with her, grinding her on my shit... fucking punk. Typical Toronto bullshit you deal with around here lol.
After more hazzyness and me doing a shot of beer of a bartenders cleavage (I was more happy the beer was free lol... she even hooked me up twice!) I finally linked up with the Brazilian girl I would endup banging. Again all it was dance floor caveman game. She was dressed up as a cat or a devil or some shit and was rolling in a pack of 3-4 think. I have no idea but her home girl was some skinny fair skinned Portuguese chic while she herself was Black-Brazilian, the third girl I have no idea. All were hot, I’d say a 7s, the last friend was a 6. So we’re dancing and whatever else and then the compression shorts come into play and of course escalate shit quick. When you junk is bulging out of that shit these girls ... they know. Women are mad dumb sometimes but they know what is up of course. We're making out and next she’s grabbing up all on my cock. After like 20 mins she’s tugging at my pants and reaching down them and rubbing my junk.
I felt like I was in High School again..... I'm such a sleazy whore... and so is she ... perfect match.
But I got that same shady vibe like I did from the Nerd Brunette girl before. I tell you heads on RVF that Toronto women are mindfucks because even with all of that sexual escalation... all of that... and her basically raping me on the dance floor, I still had doubts that I could get her out of there. That shady factor I have felt so many times on broads where they pull lunatic shit last minute. That vibe would reveal more to come later. But anyways she disappears and I go get more beer and run into some people I know. I think she maybe dropped the bomb she had a boyfriend at that time - I have no idea - I did not acknowledge it so I am unsure if she said it or it was my gut telling me this. But when I came back around that area she was talking to some dude and getting his number and shit. Rubbing his knee and being all cutesy and shit. I thought okay my gut was right.
Typical Toronto shit... She’s got some Beta BF on the side.
But this is Lance Armstrong right and I am a ‘Dope Boy whom bangs out models with bottles with only one nut.’ So I am like “fuck this clown”.
The Stamp on the Letter moment:
I literally just grabbed her... back to the dance floor.... we dance quickly... then I made out with her... then dragged her to the hallway outside of the dancefloor ... picked her up threw her on a table and started making out with her heavy. At this point she moans out...
"I want to fuck you right now... OMFG... If you have a condom... we're fucking NOW!"
Booooooom! Seal that letter and mail that bitch off!
Me with my big shit eating grin I go back in and grab my backpack... come back...pull her into the bathroom and we start going at it. But of course being a Black girl they will forever bust another Black Man’s balls and pull fuckery on a dude when they can.
I whip out my shit and she starts going at it with her hand. I push her head down and she's like: "Sorry baby I don't give head" ... fuck sakes... typical Black girl foolishness. That pissed me off almost to the point I did not even want to fuck her (If a female is not going to please me first then why should I please her?... I enjoy head for an assortment of reasons but the element and sadistic nature of control and dominance is a big part... call me twisted if you want... it’s cool). I shove her and tell her she’s got a lot of nerve saying that shit. But then she shows me this massive booty and starts slapping. Wow that thing was hella plump and round and I did not even notice this prior. Of course I am all up in that, any issues I had 20-35 seconds before were out the door, then she starts begging for my cock and we start going at it. The stall was a dump... I probably have rabies on my ass from it... but whatever... I made that stall shake. To the point where she couldn't hold in her moans anymore and was screaming.
People outside started cheering and hollering - shit was great.
I have no idea how long we were in there but we did manage to fuck twice. Security came and kicked us out. Dude was chill about it though, he knew what was going on. When we both came out the hall was empty and the lights where on. I wanted to fuck her again so I try and invite her back to my place, and she was having none of that.
My mistake for thinking this slut would want a step up to fuck on a Sofa-Bed then on a rat-ridden Bathroom stall but I guess not lol.
So outside this is where I definitively heard her say she has a BF, I laughed and pretended I did not hear that - but again typical Toronto shady bitches. She and her Portuguese friend lived in Brampton and remember that looser schlub she was talking to and got the number from earlier? I guess they convinced him to drive them home. I figured this out by loosely asking whom she came with and she just mentioned her and Portuguese girl, then I loosely found out dude was not her friends man either. And like a eager beaver exposes that they he just met them tonight lmao. I guess he lived in Brampton also but they con'd him into driving them since they were too sloshed to drive. It was the girl I banged out car too. Homie probably was thinking he was gonna get all types of pink that night. She just got her shit torn up by me and she don’t suck did so iunno what dude was gonna get being a nice ass like that. I didn’t even buy the broad a bottle of water when she asked and homie driving her home lmao.
I put my number in her phone. I don't even remember her name but this was the point where she told me it lol.
It was cold as hell last night and I stumble to Mcdees and there I pick up two Italian broads from Woodbridge(a Jersey Shore type Italian suburb of Toronto). These girls were hella shady and I did not understand why they were staying in a hotel if they were only from Woodbrdige, I also did not understand why they were not dressed up in a costume. But I guess it was like close to 4am at this point so they maybe dressed out. I suspected they were escorts because that part of downtown is notorious for having them around, but the tiny one was cute (a 5.5, she was in her sweats, probably hotter when all done up) and was felling me so I weasel my way back to their hotel room.
By using....
The bathroom trick.
Even though we just came from Mcdees that had public bathrooms, and the hotel has public bathrooms.....
It still fuking worked...
After we pound back the food, down some shots of Goose, and laugh at crappy shit at TV. Her friend passes out... lights go out. I weasel a BJ from the small Italian broad (So I get that elusive BJ that the Brazilian broad was too classy to give, my night has come full-ciricle, I am satisfied fully now). We both pass out, she said some BS and pulled mad LMR... I gave up (So no elusive Double-Double for Kosko tonight). I get woken up by her friend though later and she tells me to gtfo out of the room ..... she seemed quite mad haha.
I weasel off into the darkness like a cockroach never to be seen again. I stumble home at like 7am, sleep, woke up in rough shape but now here I am at a coffee shop telling the epic story to you guys.
So end tally of last night:
6 make outs (I think)
1 bang
1 blow job
0 numbers
0 names
I am mulling what to do for round 2 tonight.
- Stay sleazy