Post: #1

Two weeks ago, I sampled my first morsel of game literature. I began a dedicated effort to shed off the vestiges of beta male behavior and mannerisms and refine myself into a relentless slayer of pussy.

My sixth approach of last night consisted of a set featuring a slender brunette with an attractive face, albeit a slight underbite, and her fat, bearded friend in hipster glasses. I stumbled through the interaction as the game neophyte that I am, still barely able to navigate the trap-laden conversational roads. My journey to pussy paradise was made all the harder by the 210 lb fat man piggybacking the conversation with his dry quips and cloying sycophancy toward my target.

Despite the dingleberry, I managed to get to the point where I was initiating kino along her hips and abdomen after a neg that claimed she was nowhere near as “curvy” as she thought she was.

"Her boyfriend would beat your ass if he saw you touching her."

With hardly a thought, I promptly elbowed him in the face at an upward angle. He stumbled back, in shock, and I hit him with a left cross. The blows came quickly and absent of emotion. I possessed a sagely level of physical self control, my arms down, chin up, something like a 5’ 9”, Arab Roy Jones. I glanced down at his clenched fist then back up at his ugly face where a slow trickle of blood had begun to get swallowed up by his blonde mustache. I placidly taunted him, daring him to hit me back. In fear, he relaxed his hand, turned his eyes down and trod in the opposite direction.

A minute later, my target returned with her friend, her eyes glimmering with lust and her body language sexually feral. This girl gave credence to the theory that women love to see beta males dominated. She began asking me the stupid questions girls do:

"Are you Catholic"?

"Muslim."

"I'm Jewish"!

I've had sex with Jewish girls before and, as a Palestinian, I can assure you that the novelty of sleeping with the enemy hardly ever gets old. The world suddenly warped into a wonky alternate universe and my target was now gaming me. I felt for a moment what it was like to be a target under attack from a wannabe player with horrible game. I parried her thrusts with a nonchalant expression on my face. Her game akin to a puppy scampering around a grazing moose, too frightened to even take a nip at the prey with her delicate teeth. I dragged from my cigarette as she continued, sometimes intentionally exhaling the smoke into her face. There was nothing I could do to dissuade this girl from the thought of engorging herself on my cock; I was sure I could slap her and that would only make her want me even more.

“You think you’re a badass with your olive skin.”

“My dick is brown.”

“Show me then.”

The last line came as a submissive whisper, her chest rising and falling intensely as adrenaline coursed through her. The edges of my mouth curled into a smirk.

Two minutes later her lips were firmly wrapped around my cock in a dirty alleyway as 30 degree winds whipped around us.

Post: #2

You hit the guy for a comment like that?

Post: #3

Probably should have mentioned that I was pretty drunk.

Post: #4

(10-25-2011 01:14 PM)Batata Wrote:  Probably should have mentioned that I was pretty drunk.

I wouldn't go around beating up strangers, especially when you're drunk. My friend crashed his car while driving drunk into some light pole. Some guy tried to take his keys away so he wouldn't keep driving and he tried to fight the guy. The guy beat him till he knocked him out.

Imagine waking up in jail with two black eyes.

Post: #5

Congrats on getting the blow, but if you had elbowed me in the face for saying what that guy said, I'd have made sure one of us ended up in the hospital that night, preferably you.

Starting fights isn't being alpha, that's just being dumb.

ps - Beating up a hipster is nothing to boast about. Tell me you beat down a Suge Knight looking dude then you might have some bragging rights.

Post: #6

You're basically a hooligan now who thinks it's fine to hit people for no good reason and then use the excuse that you were drunk as if it makes it OK. This sounds more like a fantasy of yours than reality, IMO.

Post: #7

This whole story reeks of bullshit.

Post: #8

Quote:Starting fights isn't being alpha, that's just being dumb.

Thats a concept many men can't seem to grasp.

Post: #9

(10-25-2011 03:37 PM)FretDancer Wrote:  

Quote:Starting fights isn't being alpha, that's just being dumb.

Thats a concept many men can't seem to grasp.

agreed, my take on being alpha when it comes to fighting is one isn't walking away from one if that's what's called for but he isn't actively looking for one... starting one over every stupid comment is just being a common street thug not alpha

Post: #10

I hope this story is fake.

Post: #11

(10-25-2011 02:40 PM)OGNorCal707 Wrote:  This whole story reeks of bullshit.

My guess: a bullshit combo. Probably a true story about the needless, wannabe-alpha posturing (bullying a harmless beta), but with some serious--even politically motivated--embellishment (especially the part about the girl sucking his dick, basically right there on the spot, and wiping his dick with the Israeli flag afterward).

   

Post: #12

Loving this thread lol

Post: #13

(10-25-2011 12:19 PM)Batata Wrote:  Two weeks ago, I sampled my first morsel of game literature. I began a dedicated effort to shed off the vestiges of beta male behavior and mannerisms and refine myself into a relentless slayer of pussy.

My sixth approach of last night consisted of a set featuring a slender brunette with an attractive face, albeit a slight underbite, and her fat, bearded friend in hipster glasses. I stumbled through the interaction as the game neophyte that I am, still barely able to navigate the trap-laden conversational roads. My journey to pussy paradise was made all the harder by the 210 lb fat man piggybacking the conversation with his dry quips and cloying sycophancy toward my target.

Despite the dingleberry, I managed to get to the point where I was initiating kino along her hips and abdomen after a neg that claimed she was nowhere near as “curvy” as she thought she was.

"Her boyfriend would beat your ass if he saw you touching her."

With hardly a thought, I promptly elbowed him in the face at an upward angle. He stumbled back, in shock, and I hit him with a left cross. The blows came quickly and absent of emotion. I possessed a sagely level of physical self control, my arms down, chin up, something like a 5’ 9”, Arab Roy Jones. I glanced down at his clenched fist then back up at his ugly face where a slow trickle of blood had begun to get swallowed up by his blonde mustache. I placidly taunted him, daring him to hit me back. In fear, he relaxed his hand, turned his eyes down and trod in the opposite direction.

A minute later, my target returned with her friend, her eyes glimmering with lust and her body language sexually feral. This girl gave credence to the theory that women love to see beta males dominated. She began asking me the stupid questions girls do:

"Are you Catholic"?

"Muslim."

"I'm Jewish"!

I've had sex with Jewish girls before and, as a Palestinian, I can assure you that the novelty of sleeping with the enemy hardly ever gets old. The world suddenly warped into a wonky alternate universe and my target was now gaming me. I felt for a moment what it was like to be a target under attack from a wannabe player with horrible game. I parried her thrusts with a nonchalant expression on my face. Her game akin to a puppy scampering around a grazing moose, too frightened to even take a nip at the prey with her delicate teeth. I dragged from my cigarette as she continued, sometimes intentionally exhaling the smoke into her face. There was nothing I could do to dissuade this girl from the thought of engorging herself on my cock; I was sure I could slap her and that would only make her want me even more.

“You think you’re a badass with your olive skin.”

“My dick is brown.”

“Show me then.”

The last line came as a submissive whisper, her chest rising and falling intensely as adrenaline coursed through her. The edges of my mouth curled into a smirk.

Two minutes later her lips were firmly wrapped around my cock in a dirty alleyway as 30 degree winds whipped around us.

Hmmm...you've been here less than a month with almost 70 posts. The title,tone and content all suggest a strong fantasy level others have already commented on so I guess I'll just have to call BULLSHIT!!
Once you've spent some time in here batata,you'll realise despite exaggeration and hyping the posts are overwhelmingly true. Maybe,because the bullshitters get banned.

Post: #14

(10-25-2011 12:19 PM)Batata Wrote:  Two weeks ago, I sampled my first morsel of game literature. I began a dedicated effort to shed off the vestiges of beta male behavior and mannerisms and refine myself into a relentless slayer of pussy.

My sixth approach of last night consisted of a set featuring a slender brunette with an attractive face, albeit a slight underbite, and her fat, bearded friend in hipster glasses. I stumbled through the interaction as the game neophyte that I am, still barely able to navigate the trap-laden conversational roads. My journey to pussy paradise was made all the harder by the 210 lb fat man piggybacking the conversation with his dry quips and cloying sycophancy toward my target.

Despite the dingleberry, I managed to get to the point where I was initiating kino along her hips and abdomen after a neg that claimed she was nowhere near as “curvy” as she thought she was.

"Her boyfriend would beat your ass if he saw you touching her."

With hardly a thought, I promptly elbowed him in the face at an upward angle. He stumbled back, in shock, and I hit him with a left cross. The blows came quickly and absent of emotion. I possessed a sagely level of physical self control, my arms down, chin up, something like a 5’ 9”, Arab Roy Jones. I glanced down at his clenched fist then back up at his ugly face where a slow trickle of blood had begun to get swallowed up by his blonde mustache. I placidly taunted him, daring him to hit me back. In fear, he relaxed his hand, turned his eyes down and trod in the opposite direction.

A minute later, my target returned with her friend, her eyes glimmering with lust and her body language sexually feral. This girl gave credence to the theory that women love to see beta males dominated. She began asking me the stupid questions girls do:

"Are you Catholic"?

"Muslim."

"I'm Jewish"!

I've had sex with Jewish girls before and, as a Palestinian, I can assure you that the novelty of sleeping with the enemy hardly ever gets old. The world suddenly warped into a wonky alternate universe and my target was now gaming me. I felt for a moment what it was like to be a target under attack from a wannabe player with horrible game. I parried her thrusts with a nonchalant expression on my face. Her game akin to a puppy scampering around a grazing moose, too frightened to even take a nip at the prey with her delicate teeth. I dragged from my cigarette as she continued, sometimes intentionally exhaling the smoke into her face. There was nothing I could do to dissuade this girl from the thought of engorging herself on my cock; I was sure I could slap her and that would only make her want me even more.

“You think you’re a badass with your olive skin.”

“My dick is brown.”

“Show me then.”

The last line came as a submissive whisper, her chest rising and falling intensely as adrenaline coursed through her. The edges of my mouth curled into a smirk.

Two minutes later her lips were firmly wrapped around my cock in a dirty alleyway as 30 degree winds whipped around us.

Post: #15

I love how this story is the Freudian fantasy of a Muslim guy getting sucked off by a Jewish princess. Troll thread for the ages.

Post: #16

I didn't see the bullshit OP at the time. The guy is trying to be poetic and a brutal alpha at the same time. Horrible fail with this crap story.

My philosophy on writing stories is : Never lie, if you lie once you might as well lie every story. If people find out you are writing bullshit, they will think everything you've written is a lie.

I could've easily exaggerated 20,30 or even 50 girls more on my 80girl challenge.Or make it sound that they all looked like models. I traveled alone and mostly roll dolo and stay in hotel rooms. There is no one to check what i'm doing.
I have no desire to crown myself king or anything. I had lots of shitty times while traveling and picking up. Its part of the struggle and thats what keeps it interresting.

New stories after new years.

Post: #17

(12-29-2011 04:59 AM)Neil Skywalker Wrote:  I didn't see the bullshit OP at the time. The guy is trying to be poetic and a brutal alpha at the same time. Horrible fail with this crap story.

My philosophy on writing stories is : Never lie, if you lie once you might as well lie every story. If people find out you are writing bullshit, they will think everything you've written is a lie.

I could've easily exaggerated 20,30 or even 50 girls more on my 80girl challenge.Or make it sound that they all looked like models. I traveled alone and mostly roll dolo and stay in hotel rooms. There is no one to check what i'm doing.
I have no desire to crown myself king or anything. I had lots of shitty times while traveling and picking up. Its part of the struggle and thats what keeps it interresting.

New stories after new years.

EXACTLY!

Post: #18

I guess it's the same feeling that Brazilian men get when they are fucking an Argie fine "mina" from Buenos Aires?

I'm curious now, to the Brazilian players here. Do you really get any extra feeling of power when you fuck Argentinian women, just because you are such huge rivals?

Mixx

Post: #19

When I saw the topic of this thread:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tjvlrf0OM3M

Incidently, our artist here reminds me of a few people on this forum, if I didn't know any better.