The post linked above is more of a conclusion compilation. Revelation, but void of practicality. In this post, I use a recent lay experience as example to answer a ton of common TRP questions and provide new insight . The following topics will be covered in the order they occurred during this ordeal…
- Engaging groups
- Tease/kino (x)
- Dealing w/ family
- Suggesting her service
- How to deal with who pays
- Car ride talk/dealing with silence
- When it’s okay for her to drive (x)
- Age ASD (x)
- Initiate Sex
- Lead sex
- Deciphering Orgasmic Utterances (x)
- IDK your name ASD
- ASD Commentary (x)
- How to deal with her perceived problems and tantrums
- Sleeping over
- How to act in a girl’s house + other people
- How to act when leaving and saying goodbye
Flirting. Touching. Caressing my ego. Disapproval. Ignoring me. I can’t be phased by pleasure, nor pain, to be manipulated into acting against my best interests. I’m invulnerable to your spells because I understand you.
Though I may allow my emotions to roam, they remain anchored to reason. I possess the ability to intellectually override my biology. You can’t tug at my strings.
I see past the mask you call a face and all the contortions you want me to see. I hear past all the words you speak, and all the sounds you want me to hear, if I’m even listening.
You think you’re slick, but I’m better. I notice all the lies you tell me, especially the ones you tell yourself.
I’m impervious to your wiles. I am my own reference point. I know what to look for. I know what to listen to. I follow my own rhythm, the rest is noise.
I am experienced; immediate events don’t blind me to the bigger picture. I but stand idle, waiting for the next stage to progress, waiting for you to try to fuck it all up. It’s only your nature.
Phase 1: Status/Skill
I was at a meetup group session. Here, people were engaged in an activity I am good at. I ask to join and do my thing. A girl there notices and makes an indirect comment about my skills. A little on the bigger side, but has really big tits. I smile, give a one word answer, and then continue to focus on my part. During this time I’m deciding whether or not I would bang. I don’t know yet.
Later, she makes another comment, forgot what it was, but it was definitely flirting. I smirk again, then go back to what I was doing.
- 1) I was the best guy in the facility in this activity. Though I would not consider this a good judgement of ‘alphaness’, I ain’t complaining. Hypergamy is contextual. Psychologically, hypergamy resets the moment she moves from one context to the next. It could be as different as from school to a concert or as subtle as from English class to her math class. At work, she may be exposed to someone better than me or may have a different activity used as reference to measure status in that environment, but we’re not in that context anymore. And in this context, I was numero uno. However, being numero uno doesn’t guarantee anything though, we’ll get to that later.
Phase 2: Control/Engaging groups
“dr_warlock, is she worth banging? She does have big tits and is seems like an easy pull…”
…“fuck it. Let’s do this.”
Over time, the people that attended started scattering into sub groups. I was alone doing my thing, and she was lingering with 5 or 6 others. I invite myself, suggest we split into teams and play against each other (target girl on my team). They all agree. I discuss the rules, make sure everyone’s on the right track, we get into position, and the game commences.
- 1) Remember, women linger on the outside while the men conduct their business. To make something happen, they either: whine, complain, antagonize, or make indirect suggestive remarks… anything but do something themselves, especially with the possibility of rejection. In this case, she was into me, and used indirect suggestive remarks regarding my skills. She will not take this any further. It is up to me, a man, to begin the mating ritual, which I did.
- 1a) Many a man’s first instinct is to immediately target the woman in question and isolate. Approach her, disregard those around her, and focus on the task at hand, being direct. That’s your hunting instinct. That works with trying to break the weakest deer from herd. What do you care that the rest of the herd is scared off once beginning the chase? That worked during pre-history when you could just rape a woman from another tribe, but today the manifestations of that instinct must be edited. You must adapt. We’re in a different jungle now. These deer can holla back with tingle poison on their cellphones. Recently (Evolution time-scale), society has decided to give women a frame to operate in via legal force (men with guns). Now you have to entertain her wants to a degree and play a game. That means making a good impression on those in her group. When escalating quickly, her friend’s first instinct is to disqualify you, especially if they’re family. Your goal is to disengage this threat. You do that by making them feel good feels. Make sure to acknowledge them and include them, creating good vibes. Women are not independent thinkers. Often times, her friend’s opinion has more weight than her own. Women rely on consensus for many of their choices, often sharing your electronic communications or things told in confidence as a submission to the court of public opinion. Pre-selection and hypergamy spring from the same source– consensus. When do you isolate? I’ll get to that later.
- 2) You must have a playground, a sandbox to play in with women to commence this mating dance. If you do not have one, you must create it. I did by creating a game for all of us to play. Plus, by initiating and taking the lead, I have better influence of the dynamic afterwards. Being redpill does not preclude you from the the rules of ‘the game’, it simple makes you aware of reality and thus place yourself in a position that most benefits you in a given situation. From there, you can help influence the direction (power).
- Q: Why do you need a playground?
- A: Men typically determine a woman’s sexual viability in less than a second based on her looks alone. No investigation required. However, women determine male sexual viability mostly through abstract traits, something invisible but intuitive: frame, confidence, perceived abundance (not desperate for sex or attention such as scanning the room constantly), humor, status, social capability, etc. These require a pattern, related actions over time. Thus, most intergender interaction is the male wooing the female. The fact that the male approached is admission of sexual attraction, a confession that you would fuck her then and there. The rest of this interaction is the male trying to convince the woman to spread her legs. This is where the ‘playground’ comes in. She needs a social context to evaluate your the abstract qualities she seeks mentioned earlier. These qualities can be mimic-ed or overcompensated during 1-on-1, but you’re fighting an uphill battle to circumvent this.
- 1) When I suggested a competition, many a man’s instinct is to start off this kind of situation with sexual escalation and overt flirting. Getting straight to the point. Wrong. The activity is first, and you periodically make subtle banter and kino on the side, especially in the presence of other people. Trying to start off with aggression and escalation is an act of ignorance, you believe just because she said a few flirty things to you and is near you, the game is over and can go straight for the pussy. Wrong. The game has just begun. Those abstract qualities she looks for must be displayed, a pattern (actions over time) must be established. You’re tall and good looking? Good for you, so am I, but this only gets your foot in the door.
- 2) If you can position yourself as the superior, do so. A benevolent dictator, not some mean brute alpha fantasy you jerk off to in the movies. That could be a post in and of itself. Be a firm guide. Part of being a superior being, is understanding the needs of the lessers. Like children, you give them pointers here and there, but eventually need to be hands off and let them do their thing. Let them play. Let them make their own mistakes and not be over their shoulder constantly micromanaging. They may ignore your advice, but eventually, your wisdom is likely to sink in: “damn, he was right”. However, unlike your own children, she doesn’t matter beyond a means to an end, so if she stops listening, don’t bother. Let her be wrong all by herself. You’ll often see guys in “Teacher Mode” grow frustrated and make demands of the person they’re helping to keep listening. The power dynamic fluffs their ego. The feeling of superiority and passing on their knowledge. Don’t let your ego get in the way of what you’re here to accomplish ==> sticking your dick in her. Command and guide. If she refuses to fall into your frame, let it be. But under no circumstances you apologize for asserting the frame. “Omg lolz, you’re sooo demanding”, “You’re being mean”. Blah blah. Ignore it.
- 3) You’ll notice I mentioned not making her kino and compliments phase me even though they’re positive. You need to act like you’ve done it before. Act like a woman has touched you before, don’t fart and cum your pants like a beta. Again, many guys think this is the green light to go all in. Wrong. The game is still on. You still have to demonstrate the ‘pattern’ her sexual psychology requires. Don’t let this immediate event blind you.
- 4) At some point in this dance, you have to touch her. Kino is mandatory. A sexual dynamic cannot escalate without it. You will never sway a woman with just some witty banter and slick lines. Touch is a must. An arm touch, a jewelry grasp + skin rub, a rib poke, a booty bump (to tease/block her from moving), these are good starters. The final kino stage in public is the lower back and hips (exception: dirty dancing). Do it while diverting her attention somewhere else to provide plausible deniability. Don’t just touch her in silence, that’s awkward to women. Touch her lower back but guide her to another location and say something. Cup her hip and get a little close and point at something for her to look at (what I did). I did it to let her know my true intentions. But I did it subtly, but forcefully. Smooth force. Enough to deliver the message, but not so much as to disturb. And I did it in a way the others in the group weren’t privy to. Women like being promiscuous, they just don’t want to appear promiscuous.
Warlock’s Law 2: Game is being naughty while keeping her image nice.
- 5) Attempt to have her surrender to your frame with statements or favors. Such as my “you’re not allowed to stray” or “you’re on a leash” comments. But don’t go overboard. Women get attracted to those whose frame they’re under. Once they start submitting, the process gets a lot easier.
- 1) Isolation: So how did you isolate her? Didn’t have to. If you create a good vibe with the others and they can tell she’s into you, often times they’ll leave so that you two can have some space and privacy. At most, women will do some weird verbal/nonverbal communication to confirm she’s comfortable, then the target girl will respond in kind signaling “I’m okay”. The the others leave.
- 2) Logistics: This time, I did not exit my lair with the intention to prey upon females, so I had no plan for it. Needed to improvise. I don’t like inviting women over. It’s easier to leave a bad scenario when it’s not your place. The less people outside of family and friends that know my personal info, the better. So, my place is off-limits, and I didn’t get any vibe that she’d be willing to smash in the car or bathroom, now I have to convince her to take me to her place. Inviting yourself over to a woman’s place leads to ASD, so I decided to imply (indirectly state) it instead by suggesting she drive me to ‘location: x’. It means she’d have to drive me, and why on earth would should drive me all the way to ‘location: x’ just to take me home? All I have to do is not fuck it up. If she agreed, it means she has decided she’d spread her legs for me. She agreed. This is what it means to communicate with women covertly/indirectly.
- 3) When is it okay for her to drive? I mean, if the woman drives you, isn’t that like uber beta? Like, toootally not alphalfa that you aren’t in the lead and dominating? Hold on there Mr. Internet Macho, it goes like this: she can drive you in her car, you can drive her in her car, but she can never drive yours. As long as I keep good vibes, she’s doing all the work. If shit goes south, I can always call a taxi, no biggie. More for less. Yay me.
- 1) Shit tests: That was a weird one, never encountered one like that before. I knew that this couldn’t simply be ignored, A&A wasn’t appropriate, and there’s nothing witty to conjure. I decided to keep it simple. By giving the ‘dafuq?’ look and turning to one of her friends, it shows that I’m not phased by it while simultaneously recruiting one of her peers as a form of shaming. If you get the other girl to agree or laugh, you win.
- 2) Dealing with family: Never justify yourself to anyone who attempts to stand in the way of the girl you’re pursuing or to anyone. But this was different, it was her brother. He (a MALE family member) can make or break your success. His particular question was somewhat justified given the fact he was her brother and that he asked in a polite manner, but I didn’t break frame and go out of my way to appease. Just a three-word answer. It worked, obstacle circumvented. Do not ever think dealing with male barriers to entry (specifically family) is abnormal. It isn’t. This is how it has worked since the hunter-gatherer times. But if you can avoid them, do so.
- 1a) Silence: Whatever you say can and will be used against you in the court[ing] of pussy. The deal has been made. No need to sell myself further, just another chance to talk her out of it. Sexual tension has been established. It’s best to let it rest for the next 30 mins. To try to sustain this overtly would diminish the vibe due to overexposure. More importantly, I had nothing to say. I hate small talk. But this simultaneously serves a different function, though you may not intend it…
- 1b) Many guys are uncomfortable in silence and try to fill the void with jibber jabber. It’s a sign of insecurity. Plus with a woman in the situation, it shows you’re trying to keep her attention constantly in hopes of not losing her interest. You don’t want to make her ‘uncomfortable’. Let her be uncomfortable. That’s her problem. This makes her insecure, which is a good thing. A part of Game is feeding on women’s insecurities not through degradation, but instilling a need to prove herself to you and garner your attention. Women only do this to men they are interested in. She doesn’t think, “I’m attracted to you, therefore I’ll garner your attention.” She thinks, “I feel a need to garner your attention, therefor I must be attracted to him” (Roissy). She thinks, “If I have to put in effort for his attention, he must be valuable.” Women’s sexuality is satiated from a position of submissiveness, a position requiring submissive gestures. You play these mind games not because you want to, because she NEEDS it, but isn’t aware of it.
- 1c) Just wait, she will attempt to break this illusory ‘tension’ because all women are insecure. This is their nature. She will do this with small talk (interview questions), in this case, probing for my personal information. NEVER tell a girl your last name, NEVER tell her how much you make, and NEVER tell her the company you work for. This goes for other dudes as well. The only purpose of this information is to cyberstalk, identification for false accusations, hypergamy disqualification, and dick measuring contests. Never give out information unprompted and only if appropriate. Make her work for it. Ex: Her “How old are you?” , You: “How old you do you think I am?” This forces investment on her part (which she likes), and keeps the mystery. And finally, interview questions don’t aid in sex. They’re boring and will kill the vibe and she’s not aware of this.
- 2) Music Choice: You may like your country or metal music, but most of the population doesn’t, especially women. Women often find metal repulsive. Unless you know she likes it specifically, I recommend you don’t play it. Rap/hip hop is what’s in and most girls like and creates social/sexual vibes she can imagine herself dance to. This is what you want. Sure, I like some Machine Head, but I’m here to get pussy. I’m just doing what gets results. I can already hear some of you “but I do whatever I please. This is who I am. If she doesn’t like it, too bad!” Sure, tell me how it feels to masturbate with pride as your lube. You have not read the sidebar: “One Key Step to Not Giving a Fuck” or Chad_J_Thunkercock’s post, “Thundercock Frame Control”. Stop giving a shit if women think you’re sophisticated, honest, intelligent, or ‘redpill’. She doesn’t care and won’t appreciate it either. All she wants is feels, doesn’t matter what causes them. Get the pussy then leave. If you’ve truly internalized that women are lesser, this shouldn’t bother you. Stop giving a shit, and women will reward you. Stop giving a shit because it makes life much easier. Do you see how this seemingly minute topic of music choice branches out to much grander subjects and represents something much larger? Keep that in mind.
- 3) ASD Insecurity: “We don’t even know each other’s name!” This is an indirect attempt to convey insecurity, while implying that you help solve it. This is how all women communicate. Not AWALT. They all DO this. Don’t entertain it. Let her be uncomfortable. Not your problem. Always remember, women may not love it, but they need it. Don’t offer your name or ask hers. If she wants something, she’s gotta ask it directly. If she asks what’s your name, you can answer (even a fake one), but NEVER your last name. Your last serves no other purpose but for cyber stalking and accusation.
- 4) Confession: She asked, “what do you really plan we do by going to ‘location: x’?” She’s attempting to get me to overtly state my intentions. She wants me to break the tension and mystery. Nope. It’s called sexual TENSION for a reason. Plus, we had like 20mins to go before we arrived, if you break it now, you’ll just screw it all up. Many a guy would be tempted to go all ‘alpha’ and confess their sexual intentions with descriptive, aggressive, sexual vocabulary. No. Remember, the plan is to go back to her place, a situation that activates ASD alarms in a woman’s head. So far, this whole trip has been sustained with plausible deniability, to take me to ‘location: x’. By overtly stating your intentions, you’d just aid in your own phallus demise.
- 5) Age ASD: “How old are you?” This happens all the time. Women believe they wouldn’t be attracted to a younger man, that he could never satisfy her. They’ll make up every excuse in the blue pill book in their heads. They’ll imply that it’s ‘inappropriate’, concerned for their image. Dudes reading this, let me tell you, this is bullshit. Older women always do this, but once you give them a dicking, they’re putty in your hands with a side of disbelief. However, I don’t want to get too much into it; that comes later. Just understand you have to reframe it: “How old do you think I am?”. This destroys the frame she tried to establish (you answering to her). When she guesses, say “interesting” and move on. Often times they’ll forget about it for a little while, but eventually it will come. In this case, immediately. In this case, I answered honestly. Feel free to lie if you think it will benefit you. Then followed by, “maybe we should stop, this is inappropriate.” I dismissed it. Whatever you do, do not attack this logically because this is not a logical response. It’s a ‘feel’ in her.
- 5a) I find it hilarious how women in their prime 15-21 have tons of sex with guys who have no car, no money, no job, live at home with their parents, wear saggy-skinny jeans revealing their boxers, wear colorful ‘Obey’ attire with Skullcandy headphones, and know nothing about the world, but when they’re past their prime expect ‘maturity’, 6-pack abs, 6-figure salary, 6-inch dicks, 6ft tall, and OLDER. The more their value declines, the more picky they become or least attempt to appear so. LOL. You wouldn’t believe how many female teachers fuck their highschool students, how many wives and girlfriends have sex with college students, how many ‘mature’ women fuck low lives. Let her keep telling herself that. Chad knows better.
- 1) Entry: The media will have you to believe the first thing you should do upon entering the door is escalate to sex with passionate kissing and frolicking. That’s a bunch of fiction invented to make for good viewing. There are cases where that’s appropriate, and you’ll know it. But this, like most, wasn’t the case. Get settled and chill like it’s no big deal. Be comfortable. Let the act gradually take place. If you look nervous, you’ll make her nervous and question everything. Don’t spook the pussy, Pussy Scarecrow. It’s fragile and fickle. Women will claim otherwise til the day they die, but they all rely on the frames of the men around them.
- 2) Poker Face: Not only do you not offer information willy nilly, you don’t do it with emotion either. You have to control what you release. Only women and children can just unleash their feelings into the world indiscriminately. A man has the burden of performance, judged by how he carries himself more than what he carries. When people can’t read you, they have nothing to cling onto for their personal gain at your expense. That’s a woman’s modus operandi, to tear you down into something she doesn’t find attractive. Women are destructive. This goes for all people male and female. They’ll try to probe your mind to see what you’re thinking to relieve their insecurities, to get a reaction out of you, to look for something they can use to bring you down and bring themselves up, to control you. Don’t give them a damn thing. When target girl said she couldn’t read me, what she really said was she doesn’t feel in control. Every time she probes, she’s investing. The more she invests, the less likely she will deny me sinking my wiener inside her (Sunk Cost Fallacy).
- 3) Plausible Deniability: You probably noticed I proposed we do shots, though it seemed unnecessary. But I’ve done this enough times where if you don’t entertain an indirect route to the vagina, she will put up roadblocks and put you back a few steps in the escalation process. She just needs a gesture so she can tell herself she’s not a slut (in this case, one shot). You don’t have to watch the whole Netflix movie, just turn it on. It’s a symbol of her chastity. You were just watching Spongebob and then out of nowhere your penis thrusted inside her a few hundred times, and your spunk splattered her stomach. ‘It just happened’. I’ll never forget the post about the guy countering ASD by putting on a condom, “just in case we go further”, then banging. LAWL! Who says women aren’t funny? ==> Game is being naughty while keeping her image nice.
- 4) Oxytocin: Despite what they originally think, most women aren’t capable of keeping it ‘business’. If you fuck her you can own her soul. The door to a woman’s heart is between her legs, the key is between yours. At first she’ll put up some movie tough girl nonsense, but eventually the facade breaks down and you see the little girl that all females are. They are weak and vulnerable, that’s why they guard themselves. If you fuck her, you can own her. I had her whole soul in my grasp. She was putty in my hands. I could destroy her if I pleased. I owned her. This is the same woman who is a boss at work. This is the same woman that thought the age difference would be a problem. Women are naive. Although she’s had a thousand cocks, she has the insight of a virgin. Women don’t know their own natures. To her, it was roaming aimlessly, seeing what happens. To me, it was a mission. I knew the destination before we began. I directed the entire performance and she was none the wiser. I am the push that makes you move. I see the way.
- 5) Opening Up/Vulnerability: She needs to know that’s there’s an irrational reason for your attendance and participation. An emotion, she can work with that. It gives her a sense of control, to know she can influence you to her benefit, at least to a degree. It eases her insecurities. This sexual dynamic is just big cluster fuck of power grabbing. Periodically entertain the notion she can rein you in or get resources from you, this way she’s always invested, chasing the carrot. Tom Leykis: “I’ll show you my wallet so you can peak inside, but not give you a dime.”
- 1) Weapons/Precautions: You can be the strongest alpha on the planet, but when you’re asleep, it doesn’t matter. Completely vulnerable (including your possessions). You never know what a girl has in store for you upon arrival or when you sleep. There could be dudes in the closet or in other rooms. Strangers can come in and out of the house randomly and creep in. I’ve heard stories of women cutting of the dude’s dick in his sleep. Something may happen to me, but I can assure you, someone’s coming with me. For those who refuse to put a passcode on their phone (why don’t you have a passcode lock on your phone?), she may go through your phone and fuck with your accounts and contacts, deleting all the evidence. You could then be ostracized and receive hate mail for no apparent reason and never told why.
- 1) Keep it laid-back and cool. Act like you’ve done this a million times.
Engage. Don’t ignore her friends, they are her judges. Create a playground for you two to play.
Phase 3: Tease/kino/how to ‘hangout’
In the beginning it’s just focusing on the game and being friendly. Then the target girl starts using self-deprecating humor regarding her skill in the activity. I say don’t worry, I can teach you. Throughout the rest of the game, I gave her pointers and commands, referring to myself as her Sensei (i think she shit tests me on this, but don’t remember). She giggles and proceeds to do as instructed. Every time she followed my advice, it worked. I eventually become hands off and quiz her, but don’t give her a confirmation and see what she does. Just overseeing the ‘operation’, then engaging the rest of the group ensuring she hears I’m well-received and to pass the time. She says I should coach her at home, and asks what I’d like in return. I know she was being sexually suggestive, but say she needs to do non-sexual ‘X and Y’ for me. This shows I require some kind of compensation that doesn’t benefit her as payment for my ‘services’. This gives off the perception that I’m of value, confident in it, and not so thirsty that I wouldn’t capitalize on it. I’m not afraid to risk scaring her (her pussy) away with standards.
Eventually she initiates kino while saying something to me. I act like it never happened. But later I give her another instruction, but making sure to get in close and cup her hip slightly and pointing to what I want her to see, giving me plausible deniability. I can tell she liked it. Later she says she has to use the bathroom from behind, but makes sure to grasp my hand and gradually loosen the grip as she walks away. Again, I don’t make a big deal about it. I know what’s up. It’s just me and the group, I don’t say much. There’s nothing to say. Just chilling. A word here and there. She comes back.
One of the other girls was more attractive and I probe to see where I stand. Neutral reaction + the dudes around her were being territorial. Not to mention she was dumb as a box of rocks. I lower my intellect around women that I wish to pursue so that we can vibe, but when lowering myself to this girl’s level, it was too low. I felt dumber. It was a turn off. Only one other woman in my life has done this. I cease pursuit. In order to fuck her, I would need a day or two to forget her dumbness then put some duct tape over mouth prior to penetration of the nice booty of hers.
Back to the target girl. Now I start to use kino, grasping her hip to bring her closer to my side, “you’re not allowed to stray”, but not facing her as I do. I let my hand linger before I release it.
Later, she’s standing to my front left, I pull her towards me by the belt loop of her pants,
“you’re not allowed to be more than ‘x’ feet from me. You’re on a leash. I should get you a collar.”
Tingles. Forgot Shit-test. Shit-test passed.
Phase 4: Isolate
Eventually, people start wanting to go home. Most of the group wanders off and it’s just me and the target girl. Now I have to ponder logistics. Target girl said something earlier that suggested she lived close by to the current facility. I ask to make sure– I was wrong. She lives about 30 mins away. Then she mentioned ‘location: x’, a place I like, nearby her place. I suggest she drive me there. She agrees. [Insert small talk]. Then we go outside.
Phase 5: Dealing with family/shit tests
We go outside towards her car, when one of her girlfriends approaches, then the rest of the former group meets up and starts chit chatting with the target girl. I just chill and listen, but then I go use the bathroom at the facility. When I come back, target girl asks, “Are you tough in groups but a wimp in person?”
Me: (Dafuq? look) “What the hell does that mean?” [insert slight chuckle and looks at one of the other girls]
One of the other girls laugh at my response. Target girl laughs uncomfortably, realizing how dumb it sounds on the surface. Shit test past.
As the engagement comes to an end, a guy asks me a question about something. I tried to brush it off, because it isn’t his business. He insists in a friendly manner, confessing to be the brother of the target girl, thus justifying the question. I look at him for a moment, then give a short answer. He laughs, finds the response satisfactory, then leaves with the rest of the group.
Phase 6: Car ride talk/dealing with silence
We get in her car and I suggest we play some of my music. I play the same songs with all of them (rap/hiphop with good beats and sexual imagery). However, her car doesn’t allow a bluetooth connection without the car parked.
GPS, now this?
Music plays and she drives off to the main street. I begin to turn it up and her phone stops the music stream to display a warning banner: “High volume music poses a hearing hazard.”
Me: “Thanks, mom”
This baby sitting culture is getting out of hand.
I don’t say anything, and then we reach the highway. The silence gets to her and she starts probing about my personal details.
Her: “We don’t even know each other’s name!”
Me: “haha, I know”
I get back into The Weekend music. She’s driving like a speed demon, I feel the need to keep an eye out. Makes me reminisce.
Still not saying anything. She then starts asking interview-like questions. I give short answers that don’t really reveal anything. I don’t ask any in return.
Her: “What do you plan on us doing by going to ‘location: x’?”
Me: “I’m hungry. We’re getting food”
She makes a pit stop. She comes back. Drive to ‘location: x’. She offers to pay because “I can afford it”. No counter from me. Independent women all the way. You go girl! As she begins to order, the employee informs us that ‘location: x’ closed 10 minutes ago. I suggest we just have some drinks at her place, but we should get something quick to eat somewhere else and get water. We stop by a fast food joint (yuck, but I’m starving). She offers to pay. I accept. Right when I grip my food, she asks
Her: “How old are you?”
Me: (Oh boy, this, again.) “How old do you think I am?”.
Her: “I don’t know, ‘x'”
Her: “Really, how old are you? I wanna know.”
Her: “Wow. I don’t think this is appropriate”
Me: “hmmm…”, starts eating.
Her: “Don’t you wanna know how old I am?”
Me: “I don’t care. I like what I see, I don’t need to know more.” (barf, fluffing ego of average girl).
Her: “All you care about is looks? Nothing else? That’s not good blah blah blah”
Me: Ignore. Keep eating.
She then stops by a gas station. Here I grab a pack of water, bring it to the counter and she whoops out her credit card. I feel so pampered. I feel like a sugar baby. I could get used to this. Keep buying me food and drive and I’ll keep banging you, sweetie.
We then head to her place.
Phase 7: Her Place
Walk up to her apartment. I’m holding the water, she’s holding the food. We walk in and put everything down on the kitchen counter. I start munching on my food, but preserving it because methinks this will be a sleepover with a Weekend Early Bird Smash Special. She starts talking while cleaning up parts of the house.
Her: “I can usually read most guys, but not you. That scares me.”
I then suggest we take some shots, to uphold the plausible deniability I established earlier. We do. Then she turns around to reach for the fridge. This is my window. I grab her by the hips from behind, nuzzle my crotch into her ass, and place my face against hers. She purred in pleasure while grasping my arms. I rub her sides and stomach area, grab those big tits, and start kissing. She suggests we go to the bedroom. She starts leading me there and I start playing with her ass. As we enter, we begin where we left off. Clothes start coming off. She, on her own volition, gets on her knees and sucks my Warlock Cock. I’m not one to refuse a good blowy, so I let her do her thing. After a minute or so, I motion her to stop because although blowjobs feel nice and are display of dominance, I’m more interested in the pussy. I finger her to get her all wet, helps create a point of ‘transition’ or gradual escalation that suppresses ASD. Then we start fucking.
Ah… Pussy. Home sweet home. Midthrusting, I’m thinking…Strange, she may be subpar, but her vagina feels same as with hot girls. A low-effort future I foresee. Never dealing with hot girl’s shit again. I continue thrusting.
Few positions were had, but I found it all humorous. Here’s a strong indypyndynt woman whose the boss at work, yet she’s here on her knees with my cock in her mouth. Here she is, my fingers in her mouth, my hand clutching the roots of her hair, plowing her from behind, with her face shoved in the bed like a bitch, loving every second of it. I tell her, “you may be the boss at work, but to me you’re just a girl. You’re my bitch.” No disagreements were had. All female paths lead to this. This is a woman’s true place. Not in leadership or positions of power. There are no ‘strong’ women. They are not equals, they are inferior.
Throughout the ordeal, she’s orgasming, saying weird utterances that I can’t decipher. At first they confused me, some of them were actual sentences that I thought implied a response. I respond, but she doesn’t. She’s lost in another world. I just assume she’s having a good time and carry on.
After the last orgasm of every ‘sesh’, she confesses that she’s falling for me more and more and hates it. In between seshes, tells me “I can’t believe I’m having sex with a stranger I just met” and other ASD commentary. I don’t respond. She’s just venting.
Eventually my dick starts hurting and declare a cease-fire. We’re lying there, not doing much. She allegedly offers some special substance. I allegedly agree to partake. We lay there an silence, then she says what all women ask: “What are you thinking?”.
Me: “Nothing, just chilling” (partly true) Allegedly takes hit of substance
Her: “No, I can tell you’re thinking about something. Tell me.”
Me: “No, nothing” Allegedly takes another hit of substance.
Her: “You can’t expect me to keep doing this if you don’t tell me things” (Starts withdrawing her body from me and gets up to act tough)
Me: Just lay there chilling. Letting her throw her tantrum.
She keeps trying to peer into my soul, to meddle with what’s inside. Stay out, woman. You’re not welcome. That’s my domain, and mine alone.
She comes back. Sitting on the other side of the bed.
Me: “Come here.”
Me: Because I want you here.
Her: Starts obeying, “Why should I if you’re not gonna tell me what you’re thinking? blah blah blah”
Me: Put my arm around her, bring her in, and caress her. She starts to reciprocate.
This is what women are meant for: lovin’, touchin’, and squeezin’. Women often have a natural scent that signals ‘woman’, it activates something deep inside. Having them up against me feels natural. Talking isn’t necessary, never was.
Eventually this alleged substance starts affecting me. The intellectual side that I hide from people, especially women, starts rearing its head. Flows of incoherent thoughts. Acute amnesia. Weird laughs. I eventually catch myself and suppress it. No more alleged substance for me tonight.
Phase 8: Bed time
Nothing special. While she’s in the bathroom, I lock the room door. I hide my weapon under the pillow, just in case there’s any funny business while I’m snoozing. I take my wallet and phone out of my pants pocket and hide them in a place she won’t think to look. She returns. We go to sleep.
I wake up to take a piss, making sure to be quiet. That failed, she woke up, and started being a bitch. She took this opportunity to once again treat our sexual escapade as ‘just business’ because she feels the complete opposite but her ego won’t let her show it. I ignore it and go back to sleep.
Phase 9: The morning
I don’t remember much of the beginning. But eventually things get heated again and we start fucking. Me thrusting from the right, holding her leg up as I sloosh in and out of her. Mmmm Boobies. The sunlight’s pouring in through the curtains and fresh air is circulating in the room. Quite relaxing.
She has to pee. I sit and relax as my erection falls to half mast. I feel like taking a nap.
She comes out of the bathroom when suddenly her roommate comes through the front door (can be seen from her room on her side of the bed.) She puts a robe and talks to her about random shit. She looked comfortable throughout the interaction while temporarily naked, I’m definitely not the first guy she has brought home. I don’t say anything or even bother covering my self. I can hear target girl messing around in the kitchen. The roommate stops by the door (cracked open, next to the stairs) and says hi. Hands behind my head. One leg folded, one leg extended. Muh warlock cock’s out for all to see. Me: “yo”. She goes upstairs.
Target girl returns to the room and we fuck some more in missionary. The pussy is wet, the air is warm, and I feel relaxed. Fuck session ended
I get up, put some boxers on then walk to the kitchen to retrieve my leftovers from last night. There’s only bitches in the house, making me the silverback gorilla by default. I rule the house and they subconsciously know it. I don’t care if the roommate sees me in full or partial nudity, kinda like my dog seeing me undress. Her opinion doesn’t matter.
I fondled her breasts one more time, then take a shower.
Phase 10: The ride back
I’m already dressed, but she, a woman, takes forever. I wait out on her deck. The sun’s out, there’s a slight breeze. Nevermind, she take awhile, I’ll chill here.
We leave. She buys me breakfast from ‘location: x’ that was closed the night before.
She told me her name, but other than that, there was almost no talking on the way back.
When we arrive next to my car, there’s a stand still moment. I wonder whether or not I should get her number. Is she worth another smash? She then asks,
“So…. Is this gonna be a one time thing or what?”
Me: “That’s what I’m thinking about”
I decide she would make a good low effort booty call, and hand her my phone to put her number in.
There was a goodbye kiss, then I get out of my car.
Phase 11: Go for round 2
I attempt contact two more times, but she plays power games by rejecting a advance then re-initiating, but then I’m actually busy. This happens twice. She’s not worth the trouble, I stop completely. Don’t play with a boss, honey. You’re gonna lose.