Bangs from couchsurfing.
04-04-2019, 06:35 AM
I banged several hot, young European backpackers off a couchsurfing website whilst hosting travelers in a highly desirable American city.
My first ever in-person encounter originating through the couchsurfing platform was as a guest in a late 20's Parisian 5.8's flat. I penetrated her soon after our meeting. Yet, other than that initial good fortune, I've found it impossible to, as a guest, seduce a female couchsurfing host, and neither have I often tried. As a traveler, I discovered that requests to surf with attractive female CS hosts are rarely approved.
Playing host to young, traveling female couchsurfers, on the other hand, the fortunes can be quite rewarding. Perhaps this is thanks to the differential in social power (in this case, host vs. guest) that generally makes an available woman feel sexually aroused. Perhaps it is because seemingly otherwise dignified girls are often willing to put out in exchange for a free place to stay with a grown man who posesses a bed in an exciting metropolis.
I was leasing a cheap, tiny bedroom in a large, old duplex with four random roommates, all of us men in their early 20s. I put an air mattress in the common space and the surfers of my choice would show up and lay out their sleeping bags there while I would carefully guide some of the hottest ones to my private room.
This all was very easy to do, since for almost all of it I was living in a place where tourists from all over the world were a major component of this world-class metropolis. I would get constant requests for free lodging in my domicile. Go figure--I only had access to a free place to sleep and clean up within a mere 30 minute light train ride from the center of a highly desirable major world metropolis, where countless hot, broke tourists were constantly circulating through town.
A few of my conquests were:
~~~An early 20s tourist from Paris, France, 6.5, 5'9, 135lbs, brunette, who sent me a request to stay at my apartment. She wanted to drink and cook a meal together the first night. We ate dinner on a makeshift table in the living room, sitting cross-legged on the floor, her and I, her female friend (not bangable) and my random Asperger's roommate. Her tits were pretty much completely visible during the meal, as her skimpty peasant shirt was wide open. Later, I invited the girl and her friend to smoke weed in my room, to which they obliged. After awhile, the (attempted cockblocker) friend got my prospect to agree to go to bed, that is, to retire together with her to the air mattress in my house's common space, to which my girl replied go ahead, that she would be there in a minute. As soon as the friend had closed the door behind her, the Frenchwoman and I were making love. She stayed with me for three or four days and slept in my bed the whole time. Later, while visiting Paris, I crashed with her in her family's very expensive apartment in the city center. The first night I had to sleep in a different room, but then after that the girl's family were all out of town and we locked ourselves in for a few days.
~~~I did a similar feat with another fine, young Parisian woman. This time she was a 7 out of 10. 5'4" 110 lbs, cherry blonde, pretty face, blue eyes, perfect. Because she had no traveling companion, we were alone from the moment she showed up on my doorstep, and I easily guided her into bed. When I finally had her in the act of intercourse, I was so excited and thrilled by my luck that I was beaming. The girl really got off on witnessing my responsee to the positive effect she was having on me, because when I banged her the second time, she asked me to smile again like I had the first time. Second time was great as well, but of course the moment of first conquest was the most thrilling part of the experience.
~~~I hosted a couple of very hot girls from a nearby country who were not DTF. But as luck would have it a couchsurfer from a third country who I had a crush on was living in their city at the time. She had contacted me via couchsurfing DM to notify me that she was living in this nearby city across the national border. I hastily arranged to crash at the flat of my former guests. They gave me the living room, which I used as a place to Facebook message this girl into meeting me. She brought me to a party and a bar and then her apartment and our sex was highly memorable. The next two days, she visited the futon in the living room of the hosts where I was couchsurfing.
~~~A very attractive, young German woman. Platinum blonde, blue eyes. 5'10" 120 lbs. Perfect. Solo traveler. I got her in bed but I was too nervous on account of being in the midst of another relationship with a woman who was causing me drama. I ejaculated prematurely into of the opening of the German's pussy. She stayed in my bed, but we soon went to sleep and she left the next morning.
~~~A 5, a recent college graduate, blonde, 5'5" 130 lbs, with a very pleasant disposition, from the midwestern region of my own country, the United States. I was nearly a decade older for this encounter, having taken a hiatus, and it was a new city with a new flat and roommates. The city was a major metropolis, but not as sought after, still having a vibrant tourism sector but not as good as where I lived before so the requests were of inferior quality. The guy who owned the condo was traveling out of town, and the other roommate was chill with guests, so sensing the opportunity, I dusted off my profile that had gone long unused and soon was hosting this girl on my cock. When she arrived, she was instantly very engaged and talkative and was interested in alcohol. We had great sex for many days. She invited me to stay with her in her city, but I never did.
The apt was about 30 minutes from the center in a working-class neighborhood. The house had a tiny unused nook in the common space off the side of the living room where the male guests and the girls I wasn't hooking up with would crash. Almost always, travelers would take the effort to cook me a meal, or clean up my place, or give me alcohol. They often spent respectable sums on groceries and booze for me.
In sum, I found that having a hostable space in a major metropolis pays double dividends. You bang the girls that come to visit, and you crash on the couch of guys and girls from cool places where you can pursue yet more prospects. It's an endless well of opportunities if you can get them.
Some important questions for a PUA running couchsurfing host game are:
1. Will I obtain access to a suitable domicile within close proximity of the most desirable location where I possibly can manage to so as to attract a high volume of requests from potential guests?
2. How many guests in what time span can I and to a lesser extent my house-mates personally put up with hosting in our space? Not all of the guests are going to pan out, but some might. This number can be increased by properly vetting the profiles and messages from those who make a request. In order to avoid wasting time hosting girls that are relatively less likely to want sex, the ones who fit the PUA's criteria for bangable and who might be interested in a casual hookup while on vacation will often be at or below the PUA's SMV.
3. Can I keep my couchsurfing profile from getting deleted, and prevent a girl publishing a negative review on my profile?
A key indicator of interest in this game is: when night falls, is the girl perfectly content hanging out with you in your house as opposed to wanting to go out on the town drinking?
I strategically hosted a few token guys along the way, spacing them out. I did this partially so as not to have a female-only hosting pattern that might give away my intentions. I wanted girls to feel comfortable with sending me a request, in the hopes that it would attract higher quality guests.
This burden was not that difficult to bear, since I always found my male couchsurfing guests to be responsible, pleasant guys. Belgium, Colombia, Germany, etc. I never ran game with the male couchsurfers as wingmen, on the odd chance that my PUA intentions might find their way into my public couchsurfing profile.
I also encouraged my male traveling buddies to vouch for my profile so that I would look higher status, or at least more credible-seeming than a guy who has reviews and ratings from only females. When backpacking around or studying abroad, people in certain scenes will often have couchsurfing profiles, and I got them to comment on my page. What I did was leaving them a positive, heartfelt review that would make them want to reciprocate.
Hosting people is very advantageous, if you ever have the chance. They will sometimes be inclined to host you in their city. Thus, it makes sense to host people from the city where you want to go.
Another great way to meet viable prospects while traveling (and presumably in one's hometown, but I've never tried) is to attend large-scale parties and events that are organized amongst travelers and hosts in a given city and advertised on couchsurfing. I met an exceptional wingman that way, a Frenchman of Malian stock, comfortable in his own skin, and posessed of himself, but humble, playful and accessible, who was very smooth and natural at game and also held a good place to bring women where I was also welcome to stay, a squatted warehouse on the outskirts of Paris where he had built a bar, accumulated dozens of couches, and jerry-rigged the plumbing and electricity to make it hospitable for the young women that we would bring back and bang, amongst other party-goers. It was during these times that I recall being quite passionate about the traveling lifestyle, but the stress of the constant party and the movement was curtailing the stability of my mood, with the result that I one day instigated an angry, petty ideological rant in the face of a 6 of 10 Australian, 5'10" 130 lbs, brunette, hot, who I had banged repeatedly. She eventually took issue with my vibes and dumped me.
I hooked up with a hot, but crazy nymphomaniac in the shower at this place. I was bathing and my Malian wingman suddenly surprised me by opening the stall door and shoving this woman into my shower in her clothes. She would have been an 8 but the druggy vibe she gave off took her down a couple points. We later attempted to have sex, but she was on her period and I was mildly disgusted by her debauched vibe, in spite of her attractive body, face and style. I later hosted her at a house where I myself was a guest, and she only stayed the night, never putting out. I suspect that she may have stolen an item of value to my host.
I also had a friend in my home base city who hosted hot young women as couchsurfers, and on one ocassion, a woman had met him through the website because her intention was to move permanently to our city. She hung out with us one night and the girl was magically drawn to me right away. She was a 6.5, brunette, American, 5'8" 130 lbs, great body, interesting character, but at times emotionally dysregulated and had bad teeth from smoking. That actually developed into an on-again-off-again relationship that lasted nearly two years. I was in my mid-20s at the time and mostly unemployed, dating two or three women at a time, living in one woman's house and then falling in love with other women and causing heartbreak.
As a traveler I once couchsurfed with a woman who I had been introduced to via the platform by a mutual friend from "real life." I was crashing at her house in a highly sought after major American city known for its nightlife, and one night I came back home to her apt after smoking DMT, a psychedelic, with a local hippy traveler kid that I had met wandering around, and I decided to try to kiss my couchsurfing host on the mouth at the end of the night. I didn't get too far. Mind you, this is a classy American 8 who lived in a trendy part of town and didn't have a visible boyfriend but nevertheless seemed to have friendzoned both myself and my buddy who I had met her through, who was arguably higher status than myself. She pushed me off firmly but calmly, and made me leave the next morning, but didn't leave a bad review, for which I was grateful, and is really the way a mature, healthy woman of high status might handle that type of situation. She was the kind of girl that goes to huge nightclubs where people stand around and drink alcohol to a DJ playing music recordings really loud. There was another woman present in the apartment who was highly bangable and she gave a little IOI, but for some reason I was too ashamed to make a move on the friend of a woman who was hosting me and had just rejected me, although I tell myself that everything's for a reason.
On the topic of gaming female hosts, I surfed with another woman, in western Europe, who decided after hanging out with me that she would make me sleep at her friend's house, that of a woman who flirted but eventually left me to sleep alone in the common space. The host did take me in her car through the local red light district, and spoke encouragingly about the idea of paying for sex, which has, alas, never been something that interested me enough to try. But I was certainly impressed by the overt, and legal, display of prostitutes for rent.
A bad review from a female guest is what finally put an end to my couchsurfing days as of this writing. I had come on too overtly to a person who was visibly not having a good time. It had been quite some time since I had hosted, and I was living in a new town where I wasn't having as much luck getting requests from quality guests, so I jumped at the chance to accept a request from a very attractive female traveler, a 7. She arrived and there was little connection. She wanted to go out drinking, but was miserable and tired by the end of the night, and didn't want to pay for a cab back to my house, as the trains had closed. She was hot enough even in her state of fatigue but all I was getting from her was the vibes of somebody who wanted to go to sleep and was only staying awake to humor her talkative host. Finally, as she collapsed, myself having talked her to death, we said our good-nights, and I slipped in a last-minute invitation to sleep in my room despite a very low probability of acceptance--a bad move. She declined, and left the next day, leaving a negative, and non-deletable review on my profile that referenced my clumsy game and the dirty couch that she was forced to sleep on after paying for an expensive rideshare back to my apartment. Her brief comment, like a knife cut to the face, forever, irreparably tarnished my ability to game by maintaining a public couchsurfing profile to which friends and acquaintances are likewise indelibly connected. The only options are to risk the embarrasment of somebody I know, somebody I care about, reading a review that labels me a "creep," or deactivating the profile. I chose the latter.
At present I have registered a new profile on the platform, and filled out a little of the info, but I don't really have criterion #1 (a suitable space) satisfied at the moment, and frankly it isn't the same without a profile adorned with all those great photos, vouches, comments, and positive references from countless travelers and hosts that I had met along my journey. I doubt a very bangable woman would crash with me until I've built up a new profile, all the while hoping that the fragile new creation is not detected and banned by the site's moderators, or at least until the day I move to a place highly desirable for tourists where I could hope to receive many desperate requests from travelers.
To reiterate: a highly important part of gaming with couchsurfing is to avoid the label or the stigma of a negative review from a female guest who found herself disgusted with a PUA that didn't read her body language and signals correctly, or didn't take no for an answer when he should have. One is well-advised to carefully screen potential guests for certain qualities.
Again, it is extraordinarily important to avoid creeping out your guests, so as to prevent a negative review that will pull the plug on your whole profile, with its painstakingly curated reviews. I don't often use the word "creepy," since the emotion it refers to is totally subjective, but women often use the word, so it's useful to define it. I'd say that it's a derrogatory reference to the feeling one gets from an unwanted sexual advance, or an advance that offends or disgusts the recipient. Remember that disgust is often a woman's natural response to a come-on by a man who is below her league/SMV. If you meet a girl you like on couchsurfing, but she gives any sort of indicator of disinterest, such as moving to a different part of the house, refering to having a boyfriend, or not responding favorably to such tests as bringing up a topic that allows her to share her opinion on sex, and you care about avoiding a negative review, its almost always advisable to err on the side of friendzoning her and moving her as quickly but gracefully as possible out of your home and onward with her journey.
Hence, couchsurfing game can require a significant investment of energy and time, relative to the amount and quality of the resulting notches. But it can be a rewarding strategy for the man who enjoys travel and lives in a well-touristed location.