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Westbound Moma
Love this thread.
I'd buy a Memoirs of Moma book for sure.
I'd buy a Memoirs of Moma book for sure.
My name is Moma and I am a lizard hunter. I have a confession to make.
I went through a spectrum of moods and feelings. Due to work loads, internal demons and laziness, I relied heavily on online dating. My <insert family member> has advocated me against online dating and it DOES yield the worst crop in general when it comes to relationships (sexual or otherwise) in North America. Maybe it depends on one's looks. Perhaps if one has that ideal look then they will get hits on the more favourable looking lizards.
However for those who have an aura, swag, style or persona that travels far beyond what is written down (a profile bio) or a face pics then in person encounters beat using online as the mainstay for hunting, EVERY SINGLE TIME.
Online dating is very convenient. You can set up hits from anywhere and you can talk to tons of lizards simultaneously without either one every knowing that you are talking to the other.
During some hot streaks, I have set up three fresh bangs in the same week just by bulk messaging lizards and weaning out those who just need a new dick in their life.
However, online dating is akin to using Mcdonalds/Burger King as your mainstay for daily nutrition vs grocery shopping and handpicking fresh goods and free range meat to season and cook in the kitchen. Regarding the former, you can drive in and drive off with a value meal mins later but it will never be the best meal for your body and provide you with the optimal nutrients to tackle whatever life throws at you.
Online dating in North America generally attracts the washed out lizards. The fat older ones who think they are 22,slim, the ones with kid(s) and generally those with some kind of weird behavioural issue.
It does depends on your look. Some people do very well and get the best from online dating. It's about recognising what's working for you and maximising it.
Living in a warm part of North America (a blessing in itself) considering where I have lived and grown up with for the majority of my life sometimes I sit in my room and rest and then my brain says to myself:
Hey Moma, it's nearly always 20 something celsius by your sides, winter technically doesn't exist for you!
So one evening, even though I felt groggy, I hit up Catch 22 with a text to see what his plans were. As usual, he was always up for a hunt so after making arrangements, we agreed to meet in Soho.
After freshening up, sipping some coffee and showering, I drove down and parked behind a store. I made the 10 min walk to a pub (McGintys to my recollection) which had people standing in the patio area talking, drinking and more people inside.
Catch 22 was there with another friend of his, a hunter from NYC who was on a mission and barely had time for pleasantries. I always enjoy seeing a New Yorker in action and watched this guy open up sets with a singular intent.
When you entered the pub you had the bar to your left and karaoke to the right. The layout was decent. There were a lot of people in there at this time of the night with an equal balance of gender.
What now surprised me and made me think that maybe I've been going around with blinkers on was the amount of attractive white lizards that Tampa has.
To those who have followed my journey, it's no secret that my preference has been of the darker kind. I won't say no to a layup (a hot non black lizard gagging for it) but my primary hunt range is black lizards which makes black countries my desirable choice of destination for rest and recreation. However, I'm open minded and hot is hot at the end of the day. Those white lizards were really hawt!
I saw a sexy brunette come in with her friend and I felt my primal switch flick on. She was about 5'5, slim, dressed well and I could envision pounding her snatch with a craven lust.
"I'm going for that one," I said to Catch who nodded coolly in accordance. The pub was noisy. I don't really have any special openers but that will come with regular outings. I usually open up with 'How you doing?' and 'where are you from?'so I can plug my "I'm from London" DHV tag in there. When I hung out with Clint Barton's crew in NYC, they advised me on some different type of openers such as talking about the football game. I haven't gone out regularly enough to deploy those tactics but I've kept them in mind.
Immediately in front in the bar entrance, there was some kind of ledge area where you could place your drinks and just lean on. It wasn't cordoned off like the bar area would be seperating the bartenders from the punters. You could walk around it from either end and be positioned on the other side. On the other side of this ledge, there were people playing some kind of game where you stack up these blocks as high as they could go before they would fall crashing to the ground.
To the right, you had a stage where the DJ played and where a karaoke machine was setup where some Tampanians sang happily to some personally chosen old hits.
To the left, was the bar area where the bartender was serving punters.
The pretty brunette went around to the other side of this ledge with her friend (another decent looking lizard) and they stood there talking.
Now one of my problems in clubs, bars and pubs is that I lose patience with the waiting game. I'm usually stone cold sober in these places as I usually like to be able to pull a reptile without the influence. I'm not saying that those who pull who are high off the greens or the alcohol are at fault or operating at any sort of limitation. It's merely a discipline I prefer to impose on myself for my own personal reasons and challenges. When I am 'nice in the head' aka on a buzz or adequately tipsy, I feel that I'm one of the best chatters hands down in the globe. When I'm on my run, I could literally chat for England (as someone actually told me once).
Regarding the waiting game, in my experience, timing takes a high placing in terms of effectiveness of the pull. Act too early and you embarrass the lizard who has not yet had a chance to be settled and gather her surroundings. She may be too sober for you to work on her properly. Act too late and she may already be pissed off either because a man she had her sights on has gone off with another reptile or she may have gotten a crummy text from her boyfriend/husband/bang buddy or one of her lizard friends may have brought some negative energy her way either personally or via electronic medium (text or whassap).
Anyway, the more I obsess over talking to a lizard, the worse it gets for me so I like to pounce immediately especially if I'm feeling a strong visceral urge.
Now this brunette was on the other side of the ledge and I didn't want to walk all the way around to talk to her. I don't like to go out of my way to talk to lizards. It changes the energy balance between us and makes me look vulnerable. If she rejects me, I gotta walk all the way back around and this makes me stand out. So I leaned across the ledge and beckoned to her. She leaned in to me and I threw my generic pitch.
The music was loud.
"What's going on?", I yelled. "You from Tampa?". I personally think that asking a bourgeois looking lizard if she is from this area can come off corny so I try and mask it with 'foreign' innocence. I let my British accent kick in strongly so she can attribute that behaviour to me not understanding cultural norms.
"No", she said but her attitude seemed a bit standoffish so I straightened back up and turned back to Catch and his friend.
"I'm not too sure about leaning across the ledge to talk to her", said Catch. I agreed. But it's good to get the rust off. It's been a while.
We decided to change venue. We went to another pub that had an outdoor patio area. It had a bar area in the middle and people stood around the bar ordering drinks, talking and just having a good time.
I saw a lizard walking around that I had met a few weeks ago when showing a forum member around Tampa. She was part Jamaican, Portuguese and part Indian (South East Asia Indian). Small world.
Catch and his friend were talking to a set of lizards and their tall germanic friend stood at the bar ordering a drink. Now taking directly from a tip the forum member used I told the lizard I'm having a vodka and coke and that she should include it in her order.
She turned and looked at me in surprise. The New Yorker cackled and said "You gotta admit he's got balls!"
The Germanic lizard said that she wouldn't be getting me a drink. We spoke for a bit, she gained slight interest once finding out I was from England but eventually excused herself gently and meandered off with her other female friends.
I scanned the environment and saw two black lizards. One of them had a serious piece of ass that looked like freshly baked dough stuffed in her pants. I howled silently in happiness and moved in..and almost clashed heads with a black dude dressed in a blazer.
"Did you see that ass?", he said. I nodded. We were in telepathic accordance.
I moved towards the lizard and began talking to her. She was being polite and I didn't really feel her putting in 50 percent towards the communication. Her friend stood by, a shorter more plump version with big tits. Her friend passed the boner test so I turned towards her and let the black dude work the friend with the ridiculous ass.
I don't know if it's a Floridian thing or an American thing but what I like about American lizards is that they don't really cockblock, in my experience. In my years now living in the US, I have had excessive experience with black and Latin lizards and I've have actually seen a Latin lizard in a club in Miami with some dude's tongue all down her throat while her friend stood by patiently, merely a foot away, either checking something casually on her phone or just looking into the strobe lights.
In this sense, if you open a set of lizards and the friend is wack, you can open up on the other friend and the group will think nothing of it. Perhaps it stems from the individualistic culture of the US where everyone is for themselves but in that sense anyway, I sense that the haterade is reduced.
So I began talking to the shorter lizard. I told her I was from England and her eyes lit up like foglights.
"I've always wanted to go there!", she said. "I have family there".
These are the same generic responses that I usually hear everytime but it's nice all the same. Now there was something about these two black lizards that screamed stripper.
During my stay in Miami, I was exposed to an excessive amount of stripper, hos and wannabe hos and I find it easy to read their vibe.
I don't mind strippers and hos..I just wanna fcuk and maybe even do somethingextra freaky. I gotta learn how to close them out without giving up the pockets of course.
I spoke with the lizard for a while.
"We looking to move over there cos that's my song", she said. "You can take my number". I slowly punched it into my phone. "It's a real number", she said. "You can ring it".
Grudgingly, I dialed the digits she gave me and her phone rang. "You see", she said.
I'm slowly trying to phase out the number collection thing. Maybe my reasoning is birthed out of age, experience and location but I don't have anything to say to lizards at this stage of the game. I never did in the first place but I didn't realise this at the time. I've wasted many hours in the past playing emotional tennis with lizards who just hoard numbers to waste men's time when they are bored. I am not interested in their philosophies, their obstacles etc. If it ain't about fcuking or making a profit, I don't have the inclination to say anything on the phone.
Internally, I realised that I need to work towards a stronger close where I don't have to take numbers and play the bullshyt courting game with the other betas. As mentioned before, once you pump the lizard, the power shifts to your court and you can now play defense instead of offense.
The two black lizards moved towards the music and I stood there for a moment next to the black guy.
"How did it go?"I said.
"She said she is coming back", he said to me. "I think they are strippers", I offered so that he would change his method if he were looking for a date and trying to up his pimp juice.
"No", he said almost firmly. Some guys don't like to realise that their targets are just tarts that should be pumped and not mentally wified etc. But that's the law of the jungle at times.
I walked off to see if I could find Catch 22 and the New Yorker. I saw them inside the bar area. The New Yorker was definitely a worker. Maybe as per the city he was from, he was only capable of one speed, crush crush crush as he was eyeing up some white lizard sitting down quietly in the sofa area.
Against a pillar inside, three tall lizards stood talking and laughing. They were light skinned. I decided to go in on the tallest one who was about 6'1 with a pretty face and curly hair.
"How are you doing?" I said with my usual generic opener.
"Hi!", said the lizard, full of positive energy.
I spoke with her and found out she was from Jersey along with her other friends. She was Dominican and played college basketball.
"I'm from England" I proffered shamelessly. Her eyes lit up.
She called her other friend over. "He's from England!", she said.
The light skinned lizard was from Jamaica.
"Alright mate", she said and offered a very legitimate rendition of a Brit.
"Very good" I said. "You lived there for some time, right?",
"Yes", she said. I stood talking with the lizards for a bit. It was the birthday of the Dominican and she was intent on getting plastered. However, the Jamaican seemed to be doing the major drinking and she was swaying slightly.
"She's got quite an ass", said the Dominican patting the Jamaican's phatty and the reptiles all laughed in unison. "Really?"I said feigning innocence and cupped the Jamaican's buttocks. Her cakes were plump and wobbled delightfully to my pats.
"Yes, it definitely looks like you can place some of those drinks on there"
The lizards all laughed in unison again.
I preferred the Dominican's face but her body wasn't as Coca Cola bottle as the Jamaican. She had the Jamaican beat in the face but I don't care about face when the lights go out so it looks like the Jamaican was gonna be a winner. The Jamaican also maintained very close proximity to me and although the Dominican wasn't rude, I didn't feel that she was contributing too much to what we could accomplish beyond just cordiality.
Catch 22 came over. I introduced him to the set. He asked me which one I had my eyes on. I made a slight indication as towards the Dominican and he acknowledged this and spoke to the Jamaican.
I tried again with the Dominican but this is America, no need to try and work too hard when there is an abundance of material (willing flesh) out there.
Catch 22 saw another lizard off from the group and moved towards her. I contemplated my moves and I moved back towards a surer thing which was the tipsy Jamaican lizard who had not objected to me palming her cakes.
"So what's going on afterwards?", I asked, trying to see what the logistics of the situation were like. "It's her birthday so it doesn't stop", said the Jamaican and the other girls cheered.
I was starting to tire and I blame myself in this situation for not leaping on the obvious triggers.
"Take my number", said the Jamaican. "And let's hook up later on or something"
I took her number begrudgingly and told her I would call her tomorrow.
I found Catch 22 and he was ready to go. I was as well and we left the joint.
On my way to the car, I saw the trio of lizards staggering along. "Hey, I don't have your number", said the Jamaican.
I called her number from my phone and saw her phone ring. "That's me", I said, already assigning the tag of defeat to this one.
I got in my car, drove the 20 mins home and went to bed. Sure enough, when I called and texted the two numbers I got the following day, I got a delayed response from the stripper and none from the Jamaican.
Another Friday night came up and I traded a few text messages with El Mechanico plotting on my next hunt. I decided on go to a bar quite close to where I live.
I decided that I was going to mix my outings in Tampa. One night would be black night and the other would be white night.
Tonight, it was going to be black night. I parked up at the club and I walked up to the door. This night I didn't wear a blazer but a tight black top to accentuate my muscles and some cream pants. Fcuk all that GQ shyt! Show them what you laboured for!
I asked the bouncer what the night was. He said that a male strip show had just finished and it was hip hop night. This was good. A lot of lizards get horny seeing strong oiled male bodies twist and flex on stage. I can just clean up the sloppy punani juices that have been invoked.
I paid admission and went in.
I took mental note to take my time and not go for the first twerking ass I see.
I posted up near the walls getting some silent nods from the bouncers positioned in various spots across the room.
The place was much to my delight. A large amount of the usual Tampa hoodrats adorned with unnecessary tattoos and excessive ass meat. It's all I ever asked for. I've never been an unreasonable man. Simple needs. I continued to scan. I saw a short black lizard with a silly ass and I moved in.
"Where are the spots here in Tampa?", I said in her ear. The music was getting loud and if you combine my British accent, it usually means that the local lizards are a step behind when it comes to comprehension. So I can say any silly shyt and it really doesn't matter.
"Huh?", she said leaning in. "Where you from?", I asked.
"Port Richey", she said.
"So you come all the way to Tampa to party?", I queried.
"Yea", she said. I began to visualise hitting that phatty from the back and then I saw another juicy black lizard in my peripherals standing to the side,waiting and watching me.
I looked towards her.
"Excuse me", she asked. "Are you the security here?"
"No, I'm not", I said. "But how can I help you?", I grabbed her arm as she walked away slowly.
"I was trying to find the washroom", she said. She was a nice brown skinned thing, smooth skin and pretty eyes. As I passed my eyes over here, I knew I wouldn't say nay to pushing myself inside her.
"Are you Jamaican?", she asked. My London accent is often misconstrued in that fashion and 9 out of 10 times if people aren't familiar with London, the first thing they tag on me is Jamaica. One of the posts in a derailed thread had some members talking about those who pretend they are from somewhere they are not to get lizards. You have a lot of Africans in Europe fronting like they are Americans to get that hip hop love. It's the coolest Western swag a darker skinned minority can hold so hey, go for it.
I ignored her question and enjoyed the close body proximity she was allowing.
She spoke about her growing up (she was from south florida) and her part West Indian parentage. She suddenly leaned in and kissed me.
"I'm sorry", she said. I smiled slightly and began to try and figure out logistics in my head. My apartment wasn't in total order.
She told me she simply had to find her friends and that they were there for the male strip show. I was running algorithms in my head, thinking I simply should not fcuk up this pu$$y in hand like I did when I went out with Catch 22.
She gave me her number and ambled off.
I have a bad habit when on the prowl. Whenever I secure one lizard, I tend to ease off in my hunt and not continue to push and see if I can get an easier pump. I think part of it is because I think that other lizards might be watching me and might rule me out if they see me talking to someone. The other part is because I tend to get very complacent when I have 'one in the bag' and might become overly aloof and end up burning a lot of leads due to a false sense that I have a lay waiting anyway.
My hunting season has spanned from the era when getting a number was more than 60 percent chance of getting the bang. Nowadays, a lizard could give you her house address, SS number and still it doesn't guarantee anything until you are literally inside her honey walls. Don't assume anything until you are UP to your balls in her punani.
However, I need to remember that things work differently in America. American lizards tend to be very self centered and not really care about what the next reptile is doing. Whoever she goes home with, she doesn't care who he was with before. Also, Tampa is full of hood cats and they don't care about subtleties at all. In fact, I suspect that I am going far too slow with my endeavours (even though I've been eating).
One lizard disclosed to me that a guy had asked her to come to his place and eat so save them going out on a date and shyt. After dealing with a few time wasters, I realise that the path of least resistance dating strategy is not a bad route to take.
With this in perspective, I should really keep pushing and opening until I get one who wants to go home that night. Black lizards do SNL and SNA as well. They hardly differ from white lizards once you understand their algorithm and how you play into the execution of that code.
Anyway, I stood off for a bit and noticed one of the bouncers who was eyeing our interaction. I leaned against the wall and watched a set of black lizards sat against the bar. The music had not yet reached full tempo. One of them looked young and slim with basic plimsoles on.
One of my other mistakes is sometimes going for the lizard with the biggest ass when she may have received tons of requests per day from thirsty hood cats. The slim one with the medium ass may not get so many pledges and are sometimes very fair game.
One of the black lizards with a nice round ass and a full flowing weave fired off some texts to some beta. I was shoulder surfing from where I was at (I still have pretty good eagle eyes) and the messages read something like:
HIM: I just want one more chance
HER: You blew it.
How nice it is to get the ego stroked!
I thought of the Roosh 3 second rule. However, the timing one this would not be right. These lizards were not drunk yet. More action, less thinking.
I needed to change position, I was becoming overly mesmerised by a big ass stuffed into a dress too small.
I went over to the bar area. A couple of lizards sat there drinking. The bartender (a female) smiled at me and asked me if I was having anything. I asked for a glass of water.
I continued to scan the savannah.
To my right, lead to exiting the club. To my left, lead towards the back of the club and ahead of me was the dance floor. The place was starting to get filled and I saw grilled out hood cats wearing sagging outfits begin to fill the spot. I loved the music and even though I felt like a ghost, I felt like I belonged. I loved the weaves, the jiggling asses, the pointless tattoos and the blunt smoke in the ear.
I saw a white couple to my left dirty grinding. The guy cared not for the rhythm or beat of the music playing..he just had an agenda and his partner supported his intents. A few people eyed them shortly but the way life is in America, people work so hard, they don't have time to waste their night out watching other people excessively. Go get yours, get your hustle on, boo!
I continued to scan, looking for body language. I saw a black lizard in spectacles dressed conservatively next to her friend who was in more skimpy attire. You ain't fooling me, baby with them glasses. I know you the freak. I needed to move on that when the music was right but I was moving too slow and not thinking clearly enough. Maybe I should start drinking more on my nights out. When I'm buzzed, I'm Super Casanova.
Then I noticed that the white lizard to my right was on her knees and her head was bobbing rhythmically now. The white guy swayed slightly and I heard the female bartender gasp.
I heard one of the black females say "Oh damn"
Yes, the woman was giving the man a blowjob right out in the open in a crowded club. The bouncers came along and gently escorted the couple out of the club.
"I've never seen anything like that before!", exclaimed the female bartender.
I smiled, feeling the warm bullshyt. Florida is known for getting down.
Maybe 8 months ago, when I was out with Nomad and another buddy, we were in Ft Lauderdale and I saw a lizard out in the patio area, drunk, fingering herself openly.
There wasn't much of a reaction by the patrons to this which tended to suggest that expect anything in Florida.
I like to try and pounce when shock has been introduced but I didn't really see any lizards that I could approach after this public display of fellatio.
I moved to the dance floor and watched. That hood hip hop (Southern flava) began playing. A local celebrity (currently doing a bid) named tae bae bae had a song called Teco which actually like playing. The hood cats were now out and the glint of grills was everywhere. A guy fired up a blunt and was lead out by one of the bouncers.
I notice that in America (especially in the South) black lizards LOVE to twerk. They don't do anything else but twerk.
To my glee, the conservative lizard with glasses was now going pretty low to the ground and twerking her impressive cakes.
My heart filled with joy. I couldn't be in a better place. A slim lizard and her friend in some jean shorts were in the middle of the dance floor going low, twerking.
A pair of Oriental (Asian) lizards walked by in some booty shorts. A few guys lunged at them but they parried the attempts cordially.
I stood next to a set of black lizards. Next to me, a stout Hispanic dude motioned at one who was right in front of me.
He made the hand gesture for me to grab her.
I really came to single out and attack and not dance but I'm not yet familiar with the clubbing SNL culture of my area as applicable to my style.
I'm always open to trials so I grabbed the black lizard in front of me. She didn't resist and her backside felt lovely and jiggly. I let her wobble her cakes in my groin area, only needing to spit her weave out of my mouth a few times. After a bit, she sauntered away.
I went back to the bar and sat for a bit. I saw a black lizard sitting there alone. I continued to watch her, thinking to myself what a fool I am for passing up these obvious cues.
I was tiring and decided to cut the night short. Looking around for the lizard I had kissed but not wanting to seem like a buster, I hopped in my hooptie and was out.
Later on the next day, I got a call from the lizard that I had gotten the number from. We spoke, she told me what a slut she had been and we decided to arrange a drinks date. I do the EXACT same thing for all my dates. I do NOT mix it up. I don't want to waste time nor experience on these lizards. I'm beyond them in terms of advancement and they should be impressing me, not the other way around. I take them to places where the opportunity to listen to them is reduced. Alcohol is lovely for creating a haze and giving me an excuse to paw their contours and bits.
I met her at a spot that I usually go. The staff there must think I'm some ho because I've racked up to three dates on a working week there. However, we are all hos here so they probably just smile cos I'm part of the club.
We ordered a glass of wine each and sipped and started talking. She was of decent intelligence but I don't care if she is Charles Xavier's wife, my only concerns is always the most efficient way to pique her sexual interest to get that pu$$y. Less chatter, more splatter.
She allowed me to lean in and touch her in this bar located in an area of Tampa that's quite hood and rather rife at night with cheap, lean hookers.
I smiled at her (which they say is a no no in the harsh pickup climate we are currently in).
At the end of the night, she covered the price of the drinks. "That's how you know that I won't let you hit it tonight", she said.
We left and at the entrance of the bar, I kissed her.
"People are watching from their cars",she claimed.
"This is the hood", was my rebuttal.
I told her to text or call me when she got home and we drove off in our respective directions.
When I got home, I didn't get a text from her.
A weekday evening as I was doing some tidying up and watching some shows via my Amazon fire stick, I got a text from her asking to come over after some event. It was going to be late when she arrived.
I concurred to this and began to tidy up my place.
Finally, near to midnight, she arrived. I gave her directions to parking and went out to receive her. When she came out of her car, I smiled internally. She was indeed a pretty brown skinned thing. For all the cats who overly obsess online, you get a much better deal when you go out and put yourself out there.
This was the 3rd time I had seen her and I hadn't been disappointed each time.
I lead her into my apartment. We sat on my couch and spoke for a bit. She told me about her work.
The dreaded question came:
"What are you looking for?", she asked.
"I take it as it comes", was my template answer.
"I'm not looking for a relationship, just some fun", she said and I could hear the harps of the hook up angels play sweetly. I love hags who put it out like this but the thing is, my stoic British demeanour always ends up flipping the script on them mentally. Due to lack of emotional output from me, they usually end up trying to renegotiate our contract. It's happened to me countless times.
We had a small discussion about ancestry and background She then made to leave after a detail she didn't think I was being frank on and I grabbed her hand.
"Oh no, you don't", I said and I reached under her skirt and slid her panties to the side to access her pu$$y. It was wet and had a strong musk aroma to it.
"Oh my gosh", she said. "I've been sweating from dancing. I have to wash it, I'm not going to have you here talking about her pu$$y stank",
"It doesn't matter" I said and I asked her if she wanted a drink.
She agreed but came into my kitchen area to watch me. "This is so that you don't put anything in it", she said.
"What would be the point in that when you are already here?", I asked her, implying that I know I'm going to get that pu$$y.
"That's what we do here in America, mister", she said.
I shrugged and then poured her a vodka and coke and poured myself a rum and coke.
Bringing her the glass, we sat in the living room.
She asked to use my shower as she was embarrassed about her perceived rank fanny. I gave her permission.
When she came back wrapped in one of my spare towels, I noticed both of the nipples on her breasts were pierced. I already knew she was a freak so this didn't really add to what was to happen.
"You got any music?", she asked.
"I've got reggae, soca, afro beats", I said.
"No, I want something harder", she replied.
I looked through my listing and put some hard hip hop on.
"You got a condom?", she asked.
"I do", I said and went to procure it.
"You sure you got a condom?", she repeated.
"Yes", I said brandishing the Magnum and not really concerned with these lower level mind games that she was trying to play.
I recall when I hit this French lizard some years back and when I told her I wasn't sure I had a condom, she had made an "oh dear" voice in a not very convincing fashion. It turned out I did have a condom and she almost looked disappointed as I strapped it on.
Anyway, I turned up this hood hip hop and strapped up and went to work.
"Grab me and choke me", demanded this lizard.
I've found that every lizard I meet in America is a wannabe porn star. They all want rough treatment which involvesanal and choking.
I'm not a fan of choking because I'm afraid it will awake some inner beast within me. I often feel that I am operating at a restraint level and I'm concerned if I turn into some wild primal creature, choking bitches and demoralising them left right and center.
Nonetheless, I aim to please and I seized her around the neck like a dog collar and let my index finger squeeze on her windpipe as I pumped her from the back. She turned her head back to look at me as I banged into her.
Her pu$$y felt pretty baggy and I wasn't really getting that extra energy I usually get when I poke a hag.
Squeezing on her windpipe for a bit and thinking of the goat that I had killed as part of the tradition back home, I thrusted aimlessly while the hip hop blared pointlessly in the background.20 mins or more elapsed. I wasn't going to cum from this doggy style, wasn't feeling it and wasn't enjoying the 'beat her up, choke the bitch out' type of sex either.
"I've got to go now, it was fun", she said as I slipped out of her from the back.
However, I was still erect and I had not yet cum. I'd be dammed if i was going to sleep that night with some annoying erection. Forbid that I go to bed and have to wank when I just had a ho show up with a willing repository for my seed.
"Nah", I said and pushed her onto her back. Easing myself in between her legs for missionary, I began to pump her and felt the floods coming, thankfully.
"Nngh" I said, emptying myself into her.
I rolled off of her and watched as she got back into her dress.
"I'll call you" she said and left my apartment.
I smiled as I closed my door since I had broken my cold streak of 3 months (I had a regular lizard) but all my attempts for side slams had failed. I had also pulled this one from a solo outing.
My room for improvement needs to be to screen and close them for SNL. No dates, no drinks which leads to me having to jester and entertain them as Roosh has mentioned on one of his posts about being a modern day clown for the lizards. I no longer have the tolerance to put up or fake loving their bullshyt.
Being all mentioned, hood lizards in TPB are not as far into the BS as they would be up North. The hood cats down here don't provide leverage for that.
CONCLUSIONS
One of the key marks to being a global player, PUA or whatever tag you wish to assign to your ability in getting lizards to have sex with you is the ability to go out SOLO. If you don't have the need to rely on a crew, you will truly be the master of your own destiny.
EVERYTIME I've gone out solo, even when I feel naked and awkward out there, I ALWAYS eat and practically throw away food in the hand.
I went out to Government in Toronto one new years solo because one of my spars had vanished and the other one was strictly into white lizards. I wanted to hear some reggae/hip hop music and see some round bottomed black lizards.
I met a white lizard and her mixed friend that night. They had asked if I was solo and I spun them a yarn about waiting for my friends who were already there.
Cut a long story short, the end of the night a dude was coming home with the white lizard and her mixed friend did not want to be the odd lizard out.
Not always will you find a partner who has the same availability or resources you have to go out and they may even have different tastes. So many factors can be involved.
I went to DR solo due to one of these factors and it was the most invigorating experiences I've ever had and really showed what my mettle was about. One of those rites of passage, if you may.
I also try to game sober because I think one of those untapped markets are actually gaming lizards when their shields are down in places like the supermarket, bank, bus anywhere that we go during the day.
My <insert family member> even gamed a Latina police officer who invited him to a pool party but he declined.
I learned from growing up amongst those of Jamaican heritage is to ALWAYS be on your spit game. I've seen guys with minimal material possessions punch way above their weight because they are always spitting.
I knew a guy from the islands who literally got through customs who were going to send him right back because their drug dog was barking (it could smell the ganja in his blood). After we had gotten him through customs with a speech, he immediately tried to hit on one of the lizards in our group (after smoking a fast cigarette).
Talk about being on your game 100 percent. It's clear what he came to foreign to do.
Guys with no car, limited bus fare eat because a lizard will make herself 'like' a guy if the ones she wants are too shy or too proud to put their bids in.
At the end of the day, most lizards are not dashing enough to ask a guy out and risk rejection so if she is bored at the supermarket or in the bank and you go and put your play in, you could be short, wearing a marina string vest and meet none of the so called check marks that she says she will go for when you conduct a survey of the type of men she is open to and she is subject to the peer pressure of her watching friends or surveyors. However, because you are available, you will get to feed and build yourself into her list of attractions.
This, however, requires a lot of energy or a true fondness for gaming lizards and an immunity to the bull that they spit. In all the guys I know who do this, it has become a part of their fabric and they spit all the time, whether at the airport, in traffic, on the job etc. I'd rather balance this with getting money and enhancing myself. Or maybe, I say I'd rather balance it but I don't have the confidence to accept it as part of my moral fabric? I don't know about that but what I do know is you don't use a skill regularly, it gets rusty.
Glossary:
Cakes: Another term for the buttocks usually given to well pronounced buttocks flesh, a must like for those who are interested in black lizards
Fanny: British slang for vagina
Foreign: A term given by the West indians to any place outside of the Caribbean, generally western destinations like England or other countries in Europe, Canada, America.
Hooptie: Car
Phatty: Well pronounced buttocks (see cakes)
SNL/SNA: Same Night Lay/Same Night Anal
Spit game: Always be talking to lizards and try to steer them towards dates, sex
I went through a spectrum of moods and feelings. Due to work loads, internal demons and laziness, I relied heavily on online dating. My <insert family member> has advocated me against online dating and it DOES yield the worst crop in general when it comes to relationships (sexual or otherwise) in North America. Maybe it depends on one's looks. Perhaps if one has that ideal look then they will get hits on the more favourable looking lizards.
However for those who have an aura, swag, style or persona that travels far beyond what is written down (a profile bio) or a face pics then in person encounters beat using online as the mainstay for hunting, EVERY SINGLE TIME.
Online dating is very convenient. You can set up hits from anywhere and you can talk to tons of lizards simultaneously without either one every knowing that you are talking to the other.
During some hot streaks, I have set up three fresh bangs in the same week just by bulk messaging lizards and weaning out those who just need a new dick in their life.
However, online dating is akin to using Mcdonalds/Burger King as your mainstay for daily nutrition vs grocery shopping and handpicking fresh goods and free range meat to season and cook in the kitchen. Regarding the former, you can drive in and drive off with a value meal mins later but it will never be the best meal for your body and provide you with the optimal nutrients to tackle whatever life throws at you.
Online dating in North America generally attracts the washed out lizards. The fat older ones who think they are 22,slim, the ones with kid(s) and generally those with some kind of weird behavioural issue.
It does depends on your look. Some people do very well and get the best from online dating. It's about recognising what's working for you and maximising it.
Living in a warm part of North America (a blessing in itself) considering where I have lived and grown up with for the majority of my life sometimes I sit in my room and rest and then my brain says to myself:
Hey Moma, it's nearly always 20 something celsius by your sides, winter technically doesn't exist for you!
So one evening, even though I felt groggy, I hit up Catch 22 with a text to see what his plans were. As usual, he was always up for a hunt so after making arrangements, we agreed to meet in Soho.
After freshening up, sipping some coffee and showering, I drove down and parked behind a store. I made the 10 min walk to a pub (McGintys to my recollection) which had people standing in the patio area talking, drinking and more people inside.
Catch 22 was there with another friend of his, a hunter from NYC who was on a mission and barely had time for pleasantries. I always enjoy seeing a New Yorker in action and watched this guy open up sets with a singular intent.
When you entered the pub you had the bar to your left and karaoke to the right. The layout was decent. There were a lot of people in there at this time of the night with an equal balance of gender.
What now surprised me and made me think that maybe I've been going around with blinkers on was the amount of attractive white lizards that Tampa has.
To those who have followed my journey, it's no secret that my preference has been of the darker kind. I won't say no to a layup (a hot non black lizard gagging for it) but my primary hunt range is black lizards which makes black countries my desirable choice of destination for rest and recreation. However, I'm open minded and hot is hot at the end of the day. Those white lizards were really hawt!
I saw a sexy brunette come in with her friend and I felt my primal switch flick on. She was about 5'5, slim, dressed well and I could envision pounding her snatch with a craven lust.
"I'm going for that one," I said to Catch who nodded coolly in accordance. The pub was noisy. I don't really have any special openers but that will come with regular outings. I usually open up with 'How you doing?' and 'where are you from?'so I can plug my "I'm from London" DHV tag in there. When I hung out with Clint Barton's crew in NYC, they advised me on some different type of openers such as talking about the football game. I haven't gone out regularly enough to deploy those tactics but I've kept them in mind.
Immediately in front in the bar entrance, there was some kind of ledge area where you could place your drinks and just lean on. It wasn't cordoned off like the bar area would be seperating the bartenders from the punters. You could walk around it from either end and be positioned on the other side. On the other side of this ledge, there were people playing some kind of game where you stack up these blocks as high as they could go before they would fall crashing to the ground.
To the right, you had a stage where the DJ played and where a karaoke machine was setup where some Tampanians sang happily to some personally chosen old hits.
To the left, was the bar area where the bartender was serving punters.
The pretty brunette went around to the other side of this ledge with her friend (another decent looking lizard) and they stood there talking.
Now one of my problems in clubs, bars and pubs is that I lose patience with the waiting game. I'm usually stone cold sober in these places as I usually like to be able to pull a reptile without the influence. I'm not saying that those who pull who are high off the greens or the alcohol are at fault or operating at any sort of limitation. It's merely a discipline I prefer to impose on myself for my own personal reasons and challenges. When I am 'nice in the head' aka on a buzz or adequately tipsy, I feel that I'm one of the best chatters hands down in the globe. When I'm on my run, I could literally chat for England (as someone actually told me once).
Regarding the waiting game, in my experience, timing takes a high placing in terms of effectiveness of the pull. Act too early and you embarrass the lizard who has not yet had a chance to be settled and gather her surroundings. She may be too sober for you to work on her properly. Act too late and she may already be pissed off either because a man she had her sights on has gone off with another reptile or she may have gotten a crummy text from her boyfriend/husband/bang buddy or one of her lizard friends may have brought some negative energy her way either personally or via electronic medium (text or whassap).
Anyway, the more I obsess over talking to a lizard, the worse it gets for me so I like to pounce immediately especially if I'm feeling a strong visceral urge.
Now this brunette was on the other side of the ledge and I didn't want to walk all the way around to talk to her. I don't like to go out of my way to talk to lizards. It changes the energy balance between us and makes me look vulnerable. If she rejects me, I gotta walk all the way back around and this makes me stand out. So I leaned across the ledge and beckoned to her. She leaned in to me and I threw my generic pitch.
The music was loud.
"What's going on?", I yelled. "You from Tampa?". I personally think that asking a bourgeois looking lizard if she is from this area can come off corny so I try and mask it with 'foreign' innocence. I let my British accent kick in strongly so she can attribute that behaviour to me not understanding cultural norms.
"No", she said but her attitude seemed a bit standoffish so I straightened back up and turned back to Catch and his friend.
"I'm not too sure about leaning across the ledge to talk to her", said Catch. I agreed. But it's good to get the rust off. It's been a while.
We decided to change venue. We went to another pub that had an outdoor patio area. It had a bar area in the middle and people stood around the bar ordering drinks, talking and just having a good time.
I saw a lizard walking around that I had met a few weeks ago when showing a forum member around Tampa. She was part Jamaican, Portuguese and part Indian (South East Asia Indian). Small world.
Catch and his friend were talking to a set of lizards and their tall germanic friend stood at the bar ordering a drink. Now taking directly from a tip the forum member used I told the lizard I'm having a vodka and coke and that she should include it in her order.
She turned and looked at me in surprise. The New Yorker cackled and said "You gotta admit he's got balls!"
The Germanic lizard said that she wouldn't be getting me a drink. We spoke for a bit, she gained slight interest once finding out I was from England but eventually excused herself gently and meandered off with her other female friends.
I scanned the environment and saw two black lizards. One of them had a serious piece of ass that looked like freshly baked dough stuffed in her pants. I howled silently in happiness and moved in..and almost clashed heads with a black dude dressed in a blazer.
"Did you see that ass?", he said. I nodded. We were in telepathic accordance.
I moved towards the lizard and began talking to her. She was being polite and I didn't really feel her putting in 50 percent towards the communication. Her friend stood by, a shorter more plump version with big tits. Her friend passed the boner test so I turned towards her and let the black dude work the friend with the ridiculous ass.
I don't know if it's a Floridian thing or an American thing but what I like about American lizards is that they don't really cockblock, in my experience. In my years now living in the US, I have had excessive experience with black and Latin lizards and I've have actually seen a Latin lizard in a club in Miami with some dude's tongue all down her throat while her friend stood by patiently, merely a foot away, either checking something casually on her phone or just looking into the strobe lights.
In this sense, if you open a set of lizards and the friend is wack, you can open up on the other friend and the group will think nothing of it. Perhaps it stems from the individualistic culture of the US where everyone is for themselves but in that sense anyway, I sense that the haterade is reduced.
So I began talking to the shorter lizard. I told her I was from England and her eyes lit up like foglights.
"I've always wanted to go there!", she said. "I have family there".
These are the same generic responses that I usually hear everytime but it's nice all the same. Now there was something about these two black lizards that screamed stripper.
During my stay in Miami, I was exposed to an excessive amount of stripper, hos and wannabe hos and I find it easy to read their vibe.
I don't mind strippers and hos..I just wanna fcuk and maybe even do somethingextra freaky. I gotta learn how to close them out without giving up the pockets of course.
I spoke with the lizard for a while.
"We looking to move over there cos that's my song", she said. "You can take my number". I slowly punched it into my phone. "It's a real number", she said. "You can ring it".
Grudgingly, I dialed the digits she gave me and her phone rang. "You see", she said.
I'm slowly trying to phase out the number collection thing. Maybe my reasoning is birthed out of age, experience and location but I don't have anything to say to lizards at this stage of the game. I never did in the first place but I didn't realise this at the time. I've wasted many hours in the past playing emotional tennis with lizards who just hoard numbers to waste men's time when they are bored. I am not interested in their philosophies, their obstacles etc. If it ain't about fcuking or making a profit, I don't have the inclination to say anything on the phone.
Internally, I realised that I need to work towards a stronger close where I don't have to take numbers and play the bullshyt courting game with the other betas. As mentioned before, once you pump the lizard, the power shifts to your court and you can now play defense instead of offense.
The two black lizards moved towards the music and I stood there for a moment next to the black guy.
"How did it go?"I said.
"She said she is coming back", he said to me. "I think they are strippers", I offered so that he would change his method if he were looking for a date and trying to up his pimp juice.
"No", he said almost firmly. Some guys don't like to realise that their targets are just tarts that should be pumped and not mentally wified etc. But that's the law of the jungle at times.
I walked off to see if I could find Catch 22 and the New Yorker. I saw them inside the bar area. The New Yorker was definitely a worker. Maybe as per the city he was from, he was only capable of one speed, crush crush crush as he was eyeing up some white lizard sitting down quietly in the sofa area.
Against a pillar inside, three tall lizards stood talking and laughing. They were light skinned. I decided to go in on the tallest one who was about 6'1 with a pretty face and curly hair.
"How are you doing?" I said with my usual generic opener.
"Hi!", said the lizard, full of positive energy.
I spoke with her and found out she was from Jersey along with her other friends. She was Dominican and played college basketball.
"I'm from England" I proffered shamelessly. Her eyes lit up.
She called her other friend over. "He's from England!", she said.
The light skinned lizard was from Jamaica.
"Alright mate", she said and offered a very legitimate rendition of a Brit.
"Very good" I said. "You lived there for some time, right?",
"Yes", she said. I stood talking with the lizards for a bit. It was the birthday of the Dominican and she was intent on getting plastered. However, the Jamaican seemed to be doing the major drinking and she was swaying slightly.
"She's got quite an ass", said the Dominican patting the Jamaican's phatty and the reptiles all laughed in unison. "Really?"I said feigning innocence and cupped the Jamaican's buttocks. Her cakes were plump and wobbled delightfully to my pats.
"Yes, it definitely looks like you can place some of those drinks on there"
The lizards all laughed in unison again.
I preferred the Dominican's face but her body wasn't as Coca Cola bottle as the Jamaican. She had the Jamaican beat in the face but I don't care about face when the lights go out so it looks like the Jamaican was gonna be a winner. The Jamaican also maintained very close proximity to me and although the Dominican wasn't rude, I didn't feel that she was contributing too much to what we could accomplish beyond just cordiality.
Catch 22 came over. I introduced him to the set. He asked me which one I had my eyes on. I made a slight indication as towards the Dominican and he acknowledged this and spoke to the Jamaican.
I tried again with the Dominican but this is America, no need to try and work too hard when there is an abundance of material (willing flesh) out there.
Catch 22 saw another lizard off from the group and moved towards her. I contemplated my moves and I moved back towards a surer thing which was the tipsy Jamaican lizard who had not objected to me palming her cakes.
"So what's going on afterwards?", I asked, trying to see what the logistics of the situation were like. "It's her birthday so it doesn't stop", said the Jamaican and the other girls cheered.
I was starting to tire and I blame myself in this situation for not leaping on the obvious triggers.
"Take my number", said the Jamaican. "And let's hook up later on or something"
I took her number begrudgingly and told her I would call her tomorrow.
I found Catch 22 and he was ready to go. I was as well and we left the joint.
On my way to the car, I saw the trio of lizards staggering along. "Hey, I don't have your number", said the Jamaican.
I called her number from my phone and saw her phone ring. "That's me", I said, already assigning the tag of defeat to this one.
I got in my car, drove the 20 mins home and went to bed. Sure enough, when I called and texted the two numbers I got the following day, I got a delayed response from the stripper and none from the Jamaican.
Another Friday night came up and I traded a few text messages with El Mechanico plotting on my next hunt. I decided on go to a bar quite close to where I live.
I decided that I was going to mix my outings in Tampa. One night would be black night and the other would be white night.
Tonight, it was going to be black night. I parked up at the club and I walked up to the door. This night I didn't wear a blazer but a tight black top to accentuate my muscles and some cream pants. Fcuk all that GQ shyt! Show them what you laboured for!
I asked the bouncer what the night was. He said that a male strip show had just finished and it was hip hop night. This was good. A lot of lizards get horny seeing strong oiled male bodies twist and flex on stage. I can just clean up the sloppy punani juices that have been invoked.
I paid admission and went in.
I took mental note to take my time and not go for the first twerking ass I see.
I posted up near the walls getting some silent nods from the bouncers positioned in various spots across the room.
The place was much to my delight. A large amount of the usual Tampa hoodrats adorned with unnecessary tattoos and excessive ass meat. It's all I ever asked for. I've never been an unreasonable man. Simple needs. I continued to scan. I saw a short black lizard with a silly ass and I moved in.
"Where are the spots here in Tampa?", I said in her ear. The music was getting loud and if you combine my British accent, it usually means that the local lizards are a step behind when it comes to comprehension. So I can say any silly shyt and it really doesn't matter.
"Huh?", she said leaning in. "Where you from?", I asked.
"Port Richey", she said.
"So you come all the way to Tampa to party?", I queried.
"Yea", she said. I began to visualise hitting that phatty from the back and then I saw another juicy black lizard in my peripherals standing to the side,waiting and watching me.
I looked towards her.
"Excuse me", she asked. "Are you the security here?"
"No, I'm not", I said. "But how can I help you?", I grabbed her arm as she walked away slowly.
"I was trying to find the washroom", she said. She was a nice brown skinned thing, smooth skin and pretty eyes. As I passed my eyes over here, I knew I wouldn't say nay to pushing myself inside her.
"Are you Jamaican?", she asked. My London accent is often misconstrued in that fashion and 9 out of 10 times if people aren't familiar with London, the first thing they tag on me is Jamaica. One of the posts in a derailed thread had some members talking about those who pretend they are from somewhere they are not to get lizards. You have a lot of Africans in Europe fronting like they are Americans to get that hip hop love. It's the coolest Western swag a darker skinned minority can hold so hey, go for it.
I ignored her question and enjoyed the close body proximity she was allowing.
She spoke about her growing up (she was from south florida) and her part West Indian parentage. She suddenly leaned in and kissed me.
"I'm sorry", she said. I smiled slightly and began to try and figure out logistics in my head. My apartment wasn't in total order.
She told me she simply had to find her friends and that they were there for the male strip show. I was running algorithms in my head, thinking I simply should not fcuk up this pu$$y in hand like I did when I went out with Catch 22.
She gave me her number and ambled off.
I have a bad habit when on the prowl. Whenever I secure one lizard, I tend to ease off in my hunt and not continue to push and see if I can get an easier pump. I think part of it is because I think that other lizards might be watching me and might rule me out if they see me talking to someone. The other part is because I tend to get very complacent when I have 'one in the bag' and might become overly aloof and end up burning a lot of leads due to a false sense that I have a lay waiting anyway.
My hunting season has spanned from the era when getting a number was more than 60 percent chance of getting the bang. Nowadays, a lizard could give you her house address, SS number and still it doesn't guarantee anything until you are literally inside her honey walls. Don't assume anything until you are UP to your balls in her punani.
However, I need to remember that things work differently in America. American lizards tend to be very self centered and not really care about what the next reptile is doing. Whoever she goes home with, she doesn't care who he was with before. Also, Tampa is full of hood cats and they don't care about subtleties at all. In fact, I suspect that I am going far too slow with my endeavours (even though I've been eating).
One lizard disclosed to me that a guy had asked her to come to his place and eat so save them going out on a date and shyt. After dealing with a few time wasters, I realise that the path of least resistance dating strategy is not a bad route to take.
With this in perspective, I should really keep pushing and opening until I get one who wants to go home that night. Black lizards do SNL and SNA as well. They hardly differ from white lizards once you understand their algorithm and how you play into the execution of that code.
Anyway, I stood off for a bit and noticed one of the bouncers who was eyeing our interaction. I leaned against the wall and watched a set of black lizards sat against the bar. The music had not yet reached full tempo. One of them looked young and slim with basic plimsoles on.
One of my other mistakes is sometimes going for the lizard with the biggest ass when she may have received tons of requests per day from thirsty hood cats. The slim one with the medium ass may not get so many pledges and are sometimes very fair game.
One of the black lizards with a nice round ass and a full flowing weave fired off some texts to some beta. I was shoulder surfing from where I was at (I still have pretty good eagle eyes) and the messages read something like:
HIM: I just want one more chance
HER: You blew it.
How nice it is to get the ego stroked!
I thought of the Roosh 3 second rule. However, the timing one this would not be right. These lizards were not drunk yet. More action, less thinking.
I needed to change position, I was becoming overly mesmerised by a big ass stuffed into a dress too small.
I went over to the bar area. A couple of lizards sat there drinking. The bartender (a female) smiled at me and asked me if I was having anything. I asked for a glass of water.
I continued to scan the savannah.
To my right, lead to exiting the club. To my left, lead towards the back of the club and ahead of me was the dance floor. The place was starting to get filled and I saw grilled out hood cats wearing sagging outfits begin to fill the spot. I loved the music and even though I felt like a ghost, I felt like I belonged. I loved the weaves, the jiggling asses, the pointless tattoos and the blunt smoke in the ear.
I saw a white couple to my left dirty grinding. The guy cared not for the rhythm or beat of the music playing..he just had an agenda and his partner supported his intents. A few people eyed them shortly but the way life is in America, people work so hard, they don't have time to waste their night out watching other people excessively. Go get yours, get your hustle on, boo!
I continued to scan, looking for body language. I saw a black lizard in spectacles dressed conservatively next to her friend who was in more skimpy attire. You ain't fooling me, baby with them glasses. I know you the freak. I needed to move on that when the music was right but I was moving too slow and not thinking clearly enough. Maybe I should start drinking more on my nights out. When I'm buzzed, I'm Super Casanova.
Then I noticed that the white lizard to my right was on her knees and her head was bobbing rhythmically now. The white guy swayed slightly and I heard the female bartender gasp.
I heard one of the black females say "Oh damn"
Yes, the woman was giving the man a blowjob right out in the open in a crowded club. The bouncers came along and gently escorted the couple out of the club.
"I've never seen anything like that before!", exclaimed the female bartender.
I smiled, feeling the warm bullshyt. Florida is known for getting down.
Maybe 8 months ago, when I was out with Nomad and another buddy, we were in Ft Lauderdale and I saw a lizard out in the patio area, drunk, fingering herself openly.
There wasn't much of a reaction by the patrons to this which tended to suggest that expect anything in Florida.
I like to try and pounce when shock has been introduced but I didn't really see any lizards that I could approach after this public display of fellatio.
I moved to the dance floor and watched. That hood hip hop (Southern flava) began playing. A local celebrity (currently doing a bid) named tae bae bae had a song called Teco which actually like playing. The hood cats were now out and the glint of grills was everywhere. A guy fired up a blunt and was lead out by one of the bouncers.
I notice that in America (especially in the South) black lizards LOVE to twerk. They don't do anything else but twerk.
To my glee, the conservative lizard with glasses was now going pretty low to the ground and twerking her impressive cakes.
My heart filled with joy. I couldn't be in a better place. A slim lizard and her friend in some jean shorts were in the middle of the dance floor going low, twerking.
A pair of Oriental (Asian) lizards walked by in some booty shorts. A few guys lunged at them but they parried the attempts cordially.
I stood next to a set of black lizards. Next to me, a stout Hispanic dude motioned at one who was right in front of me.
He made the hand gesture for me to grab her.
I really came to single out and attack and not dance but I'm not yet familiar with the clubbing SNL culture of my area as applicable to my style.
I'm always open to trials so I grabbed the black lizard in front of me. She didn't resist and her backside felt lovely and jiggly. I let her wobble her cakes in my groin area, only needing to spit her weave out of my mouth a few times. After a bit, she sauntered away.
I went back to the bar and sat for a bit. I saw a black lizard sitting there alone. I continued to watch her, thinking to myself what a fool I am for passing up these obvious cues.
I was tiring and decided to cut the night short. Looking around for the lizard I had kissed but not wanting to seem like a buster, I hopped in my hooptie and was out.
Later on the next day, I got a call from the lizard that I had gotten the number from. We spoke, she told me what a slut she had been and we decided to arrange a drinks date. I do the EXACT same thing for all my dates. I do NOT mix it up. I don't want to waste time nor experience on these lizards. I'm beyond them in terms of advancement and they should be impressing me, not the other way around. I take them to places where the opportunity to listen to them is reduced. Alcohol is lovely for creating a haze and giving me an excuse to paw their contours and bits.
I met her at a spot that I usually go. The staff there must think I'm some ho because I've racked up to three dates on a working week there. However, we are all hos here so they probably just smile cos I'm part of the club.
We ordered a glass of wine each and sipped and started talking. She was of decent intelligence but I don't care if she is Charles Xavier's wife, my only concerns is always the most efficient way to pique her sexual interest to get that pu$$y. Less chatter, more splatter.
She allowed me to lean in and touch her in this bar located in an area of Tampa that's quite hood and rather rife at night with cheap, lean hookers.
I smiled at her (which they say is a no no in the harsh pickup climate we are currently in).
At the end of the night, she covered the price of the drinks. "That's how you know that I won't let you hit it tonight", she said.
We left and at the entrance of the bar, I kissed her.
"People are watching from their cars",she claimed.
"This is the hood", was my rebuttal.
I told her to text or call me when she got home and we drove off in our respective directions.
When I got home, I didn't get a text from her.
A weekday evening as I was doing some tidying up and watching some shows via my Amazon fire stick, I got a text from her asking to come over after some event. It was going to be late when she arrived.
I concurred to this and began to tidy up my place.
Finally, near to midnight, she arrived. I gave her directions to parking and went out to receive her. When she came out of her car, I smiled internally. She was indeed a pretty brown skinned thing. For all the cats who overly obsess online, you get a much better deal when you go out and put yourself out there.
This was the 3rd time I had seen her and I hadn't been disappointed each time.
I lead her into my apartment. We sat on my couch and spoke for a bit. She told me about her work.
The dreaded question came:
"What are you looking for?", she asked.
"I take it as it comes", was my template answer.
"I'm not looking for a relationship, just some fun", she said and I could hear the harps of the hook up angels play sweetly. I love hags who put it out like this but the thing is, my stoic British demeanour always ends up flipping the script on them mentally. Due to lack of emotional output from me, they usually end up trying to renegotiate our contract. It's happened to me countless times.
We had a small discussion about ancestry and background She then made to leave after a detail she didn't think I was being frank on and I grabbed her hand.
"Oh no, you don't", I said and I reached under her skirt and slid her panties to the side to access her pu$$y. It was wet and had a strong musk aroma to it.
"Oh my gosh", she said. "I've been sweating from dancing. I have to wash it, I'm not going to have you here talking about her pu$$y stank",
"It doesn't matter" I said and I asked her if she wanted a drink.
She agreed but came into my kitchen area to watch me. "This is so that you don't put anything in it", she said.
"What would be the point in that when you are already here?", I asked her, implying that I know I'm going to get that pu$$y.
"That's what we do here in America, mister", she said.
I shrugged and then poured her a vodka and coke and poured myself a rum and coke.
Bringing her the glass, we sat in the living room.
She asked to use my shower as she was embarrassed about her perceived rank fanny. I gave her permission.
When she came back wrapped in one of my spare towels, I noticed both of the nipples on her breasts were pierced. I already knew she was a freak so this didn't really add to what was to happen.
"You got any music?", she asked.
"I've got reggae, soca, afro beats", I said.
"No, I want something harder", she replied.
I looked through my listing and put some hard hip hop on.
"You got a condom?", she asked.
"I do", I said and went to procure it.
"You sure you got a condom?", she repeated.
"Yes", I said brandishing the Magnum and not really concerned with these lower level mind games that she was trying to play.
I recall when I hit this French lizard some years back and when I told her I wasn't sure I had a condom, she had made an "oh dear" voice in a not very convincing fashion. It turned out I did have a condom and she almost looked disappointed as I strapped it on.
Anyway, I turned up this hood hip hop and strapped up and went to work.
"Grab me and choke me", demanded this lizard.
I've found that every lizard I meet in America is a wannabe porn star. They all want rough treatment which involvesanal and choking.
I'm not a fan of choking because I'm afraid it will awake some inner beast within me. I often feel that I am operating at a restraint level and I'm concerned if I turn into some wild primal creature, choking bitches and demoralising them left right and center.
Nonetheless, I aim to please and I seized her around the neck like a dog collar and let my index finger squeeze on her windpipe as I pumped her from the back. She turned her head back to look at me as I banged into her.
Her pu$$y felt pretty baggy and I wasn't really getting that extra energy I usually get when I poke a hag.
Squeezing on her windpipe for a bit and thinking of the goat that I had killed as part of the tradition back home, I thrusted aimlessly while the hip hop blared pointlessly in the background.20 mins or more elapsed. I wasn't going to cum from this doggy style, wasn't feeling it and wasn't enjoying the 'beat her up, choke the bitch out' type of sex either.
"I've got to go now, it was fun", she said as I slipped out of her from the back.
However, I was still erect and I had not yet cum. I'd be dammed if i was going to sleep that night with some annoying erection. Forbid that I go to bed and have to wank when I just had a ho show up with a willing repository for my seed.
"Nah", I said and pushed her onto her back. Easing myself in between her legs for missionary, I began to pump her and felt the floods coming, thankfully.
"Nngh" I said, emptying myself into her.
I rolled off of her and watched as she got back into her dress.
"I'll call you" she said and left my apartment.
I smiled as I closed my door since I had broken my cold streak of 3 months (I had a regular lizard) but all my attempts for side slams had failed. I had also pulled this one from a solo outing.
My room for improvement needs to be to screen and close them for SNL. No dates, no drinks which leads to me having to jester and entertain them as Roosh has mentioned on one of his posts about being a modern day clown for the lizards. I no longer have the tolerance to put up or fake loving their bullshyt.
Being all mentioned, hood lizards in TPB are not as far into the BS as they would be up North. The hood cats down here don't provide leverage for that.
CONCLUSIONS
One of the key marks to being a global player, PUA or whatever tag you wish to assign to your ability in getting lizards to have sex with you is the ability to go out SOLO. If you don't have the need to rely on a crew, you will truly be the master of your own destiny.
EVERYTIME I've gone out solo, even when I feel naked and awkward out there, I ALWAYS eat and practically throw away food in the hand.
I went out to Government in Toronto one new years solo because one of my spars had vanished and the other one was strictly into white lizards. I wanted to hear some reggae/hip hop music and see some round bottomed black lizards.
I met a white lizard and her mixed friend that night. They had asked if I was solo and I spun them a yarn about waiting for my friends who were already there.
Cut a long story short, the end of the night a dude was coming home with the white lizard and her mixed friend did not want to be the odd lizard out.
Not always will you find a partner who has the same availability or resources you have to go out and they may even have different tastes. So many factors can be involved.
I went to DR solo due to one of these factors and it was the most invigorating experiences I've ever had and really showed what my mettle was about. One of those rites of passage, if you may.
I also try to game sober because I think one of those untapped markets are actually gaming lizards when their shields are down in places like the supermarket, bank, bus anywhere that we go during the day.
My <insert family member> even gamed a Latina police officer who invited him to a pool party but he declined.
I learned from growing up amongst those of Jamaican heritage is to ALWAYS be on your spit game. I've seen guys with minimal material possessions punch way above their weight because they are always spitting.
I knew a guy from the islands who literally got through customs who were going to send him right back because their drug dog was barking (it could smell the ganja in his blood). After we had gotten him through customs with a speech, he immediately tried to hit on one of the lizards in our group (after smoking a fast cigarette).
Talk about being on your game 100 percent. It's clear what he came to foreign to do.
Guys with no car, limited bus fare eat because a lizard will make herself 'like' a guy if the ones she wants are too shy or too proud to put their bids in.
At the end of the day, most lizards are not dashing enough to ask a guy out and risk rejection so if she is bored at the supermarket or in the bank and you go and put your play in, you could be short, wearing a marina string vest and meet none of the so called check marks that she says she will go for when you conduct a survey of the type of men she is open to and she is subject to the peer pressure of her watching friends or surveyors. However, because you are available, you will get to feed and build yourself into her list of attractions.
This, however, requires a lot of energy or a true fondness for gaming lizards and an immunity to the bull that they spit. In all the guys I know who do this, it has become a part of their fabric and they spit all the time, whether at the airport, in traffic, on the job etc. I'd rather balance this with getting money and enhancing myself. Or maybe, I say I'd rather balance it but I don't have the confidence to accept it as part of my moral fabric? I don't know about that but what I do know is you don't use a skill regularly, it gets rusty.
Glossary:
Cakes: Another term for the buttocks usually given to well pronounced buttocks flesh, a must like for those who are interested in black lizards
Fanny: British slang for vagina
Foreign: A term given by the West indians to any place outside of the Caribbean, generally western destinations like England or other countries in Europe, Canada, America.
Hooptie: Car
Phatty: Well pronounced buttocks (see cakes)
SNL/SNA: Same Night Lay/Same Night Anal
Spit game: Always be talking to lizards and try to steer them towards dates, sex
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Damn moma,,,, interesting last few months and years. Time for you to take a short flight to the Dominican Republic and forget about spending heaps of money in local bars in the USA.
I remember talking to you about your DR trip and you were ecstatic, full of energy and as you would say, fancy that place for repeats. In Florida you are the little fish as there is a lot of money in certain areas. Try somewhere where you are the big fish. You're a smart guy, I'm sure you will figure it out.
I remember talking to you about your DR trip and you were ecstatic, full of energy and as you would say, fancy that place for repeats. In Florida you are the little fish as there is a lot of money in certain areas. Try somewhere where you are the big fish. You're a smart guy, I'm sure you will figure it out.
Tomtud, good to hear from you, bro. You back in the dot or you laid up in Medellin? There is no money like that as you mention in Tampa. Maybe Miami yes (mostly fronters, dope men and athletes) but the rest of Florida isn't floss heavy like that.
I am not in a large pond by any means. As long as the money comes in Tampa, it's far more interesting and fun than any of the other wack places I've frequented especially Toronto.
I am not in a large pond by any means. As long as the money comes in Tampa, it's far more interesting and fun than any of the other wack places I've frequented especially Toronto.
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Classic Moma. Had me laughing. Great stuff. I always think of you sounding like Lennox Lewis.
Still in medellin....... Sunny and hot today. Toronto,,,,mehhhhhh....
"I let her wobble her cakes in my groin area, only needing to spit her weave out of my mouth a few times", I damn near died laughing at that one Moma!
This is the key takeaway message though. Very important:
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However for those who have an aura, swag, style or persona that travels far beyond what is written down (a profile bio) or a face pics then in person encounters beat using online as the mainstay for hunting, EVERY SINGLE TIME.
Online dating is very convenient. You can set up hits from anywhere and you can talk to tons of lizards simultaneously without either one every knowing that you are talking to the other.
During some hot streaks, I have set up three fresh bangs in the same week just by bulk messaging lizards and weaning out those who just need a new dick in their life.
However, online dating is akin to using Mcdonalds/Burger King as your mainstay for daily nutrition vs grocery shopping and handpicking fresh goods and free range meat to season and cook in the kitchen. Regarding the former, you can drive in and drive off with a value meal mins later but it will never be the best meal for your body and provide you with the optimal nutrients to tackle whatever life throws at you.
Online dating in North America generally attracts the washed out lizards. The fat older ones who think they are 22,slim, the ones with kid(s) and generally those with some kind of weird behavioural issue.
It does depends on your look. Some people do very well and get the best from online dating. It's about recognising what's working for you and maximising it.
Classic Moma, I would pay money to see El Mech and Moma hunting the savannah together.
I know what plimsoles are, not sure if the Roosh readers do though!
I know what plimsoles are, not sure if the Roosh readers do though!
Ach, rudebwoy, sometimes I get my UK and US terminologies mixed up. A few months ago, I asked my neighbour for a spanner to fix something in my car and he did not know what it was. I had to hit google to get the American translation.
Regarding game styles, I think el mech got that come drink smoke with me or go fcuk yourself power game and I'm still on the brain picking see what makes em tick type game. Would be heavy though.
Regarding game styles, I think el mech got that come drink smoke with me or go fcuk yourself power game and I'm still on the brain picking see what makes em tick type game. Would be heavy though.
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