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.
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.