I’m thankful that I stumbled across this site and can honestly say that I’ve learned a number of very useful tips. I’d like to start by saying thanks in general to those that take the time to share useful information.
Some of the debate lately about “Lifestyle vs. Game” in general, and the “either/or” mentality that tends to ensue got me thinking. I’ve been using tips here and there that I’ve picked up on the board, often with much success. I’m selective on which tips I choose to use because they have to fit into my situation. I do have pretty good cards in the Lifestyle category, so I’m not likely to pull the “hey, first drink is on me” play, it would just be weird. And I love the angle of our man Distant Light, but most of that stuff won’t work for me either. (And brother DL, if I want to lure women back to my pad with nice bottles of champagne at my casa and it works? Well…).
I started becoming curious about how much my success with women lately is due to Lifestyle vs. how much was due to Game. I’ve always done well with women, and if it weren’t for Roosh’s books I’d probably discount game entirely. It was the concept of the “natural” that really hit home. That was it. I’m a born salesman, always have been, and can usually clean the clock of a vet in most any sales situation very quickly. Despite being a natural salesman, I’ve always taken the time to listen to elders, read books, learn tips from cohorts…anything to improve my god given sales talent that I’m thankful for. With game, I’m no Brad Pitt and can’t rely solely on the looks angle…it is my sales ability that allows me to pull down top talent (and I know it isn’t just Lifestyle because it was this way when I was broke). That said, I definitely have a different lifestyle now and my dealings with women has increased dramatically in both quality and quantity. As such, I know Lifestyle has an impact on ability to pull women. Here is what I realized though: regardless of being a natural salesman, I have always tried to learn tips, tactics, and strategies from others to improve in sales. Why wouldn’t this apply to Game?
Hmmm. Once I realized this I started scouring this board and absorbing like a sponge. I’ve read a number of books. I’ve gone on a Game binge. Good stuff.
And now for the inspiration of this post. I read an article by CMQ about making the whole experience of Game about yourself and taking in the finest details to the purest enjoyment. By doing this you get to enjoy the WHOLE experience to its finest. Go for a much deeper experience than trying to go for a point on the board. (don’t worry soup…I’m not going soft…watch out bro!)
I decided to go for an experiment this last weekend. The goal: instead of just being “the natural”, I was going to try and be cognizant of every little Game tactic that I deployed and make mental note of how this impacted my experience with the lovely lady in my company.
The story starts last Friday morning (will try to give credits where I remember):
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7:00am on Friday morning. I wake up next to a gorgeous woman (Central American descent). She is a true beauty and a very sweet woman. She is responsible for me thinning ranks on my rotation, I really enjoy her company and she is incredibly sexy and I always wake up feeling healthy. She also has the juiciest boob job and weighs all of 95lbs. I pull her in close and give her a little morning snuggle. I really don’t want to leave her and could just hold her for hours. She is my new number one, so no need to worry, I’ll be back. I know she will come over as soon as beckoned. Why? Because I fucked her like a gorilla. I’m the boss. Right now it is time to get my ass to the airport.
7:40am: I’m in my car hauling my ass to the airport smiling ear to ear. I’m not just happy about waking up next to that gorgeous girl, but more about what is in store for me at my destination. You see, a few days prior to my departure I get a string of texts from a Turkish (Istanbul) beauty. She sent these: (verbatim but deleting mine / basically complaining about a lousy date)
-Her: “I just wanted to say I hate you! Nobody kisses like you…”
-Her: “I can’t stand passive aggressive bullshit. If I meet another man that bends to keep the peace, I will go feminist on him in my own way. Walk all over him…(she is a foreigner and hates feminism)
-Her: “I like a man who can stand an argument with me![[Image: smile.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/smile.gif)
If he agrees I am suspicious
-Her: “Better come up here soon. I have been juggling Jews and Germans. It’s been hilarious.
-Me: “Fine. Dare. If I were to be there next weekend, you come up to my hotel room for kisses. Up to you if you want to leave, but you come up.”
Back up: She is a sort of family friend that lives in a medium size city (big enough to have an NBA team). The people back home have figured out that I’ve been living a life of abundance with basically as many beautiful women as I can fit into my schedule. This must be unhealthy! And of course, they must all be skanks, even if they are hot. So, I get introduced to a “proper girl” from a “good family” that would never giver herself to me like these other women. Basically, when it is time for me to “settle down again” I should be with someone like this Turkish beauty. Until then, no way I’d ever be able to connect with such a woman. She wouldn’t give me the time of day and would sniff out my lifestyle in a second! [Uh oh, I feel a challenge! You shouldn’t have said that!] We met briefly over the holidays and we enjoyed each other’s company. We kissed a little bit at the end of the night, but overall it was just a great time with not a lot of physical action. She volunteered to drop me at the airport and on the way out I grabbed her and kissed her with all the passion I had and left.
11:40am – Back to Present: I land and decide to stay at the airport and get a spinach salad with chicken. Ah, what the hell, I ordered a drink too (just one). I flirt a little with the bartender. I’d normally be very efficient and hop straight in taxi. But remember, this whole trip I’m trying to be ultra-cognizant of slowing down and savoring the finer moments. I’m truly on a mission to take note of Game and not just be the natural. (again, a CMQ inspired experiment)
1:00pm: Check into hotel. I take the time to compliment the staff on how excellent their service is (Karma came around on this trip). I later decided to book myself a yoga style 90 minute massage with stretching.
2:00pm: Keeping in the spirit of the CMQ article, I decide that I’m going to pay attention to every little detail of my appearance this evening and see if it makes a difference. I wear extremely fine suits, and few women have seen such a suit closet. But, what if I employed a few tips from the vets on this forum and stepped out of my norm? I head to Nordstrom’s with exactly that thought in mind. I pick out a couple of nice French cuff shirts (white). I had this sexy girl help me pick out a couple of sets of cufflinks. I then move to pocket squares. Together we picked out three. I’ve never worn a pocket square. (I’m more like the guy our man Soup describes as the “big boss man” and didn’t think a pocket square works for my type). Fuck it. Tonight is about being very cognizant about every little detail, and I’m going to try the pocket square. We are almost done, but I spot the most money of money clips. I’ve bought several in the past, but they all have the same problem, they can’t handle both a thick wad of bills along with a few credit cards. Enter the “M-Clip”. Damn, this item is gorgeous. Set me back $169 (for a money clip!), but whatever, it is the last money clip I will ever need. Love it.
4:00pm: I’m now at the house of a really sexy yoga chick. Found her on backpage, but specifically knew it was a legitimate massage (besides, I definitely didn’t want a release with my evening ahead…otherwise I would’ve had a quicky with my Central American beauty this morning). My god, this woman made my body feel good. The yoga massage is incredible and I love the stretches. I also love being completely naked while she is doing these yoga stretches. I mostly keep my eyes closed, but sometimes look at her to see if she is looking at my junk. A few times she put my whole pelvis in her lap and massaged my inner thighs. I definitely popped some wood and she didn’t mind. Very relaxing.
5:40pm: Shit. The taxis in this fucking town are shit. No Uber either. Why the fuck did I cab out of the downtown area?!? C’mon, logistics, logistics, logistics (RVF tip: Tuthmosis – got to keep logistics tight!). Fuck it. I screwed up. I’m fucking hosed. Might as well chill. I’m stuck at a deli waiting for a cab that might as well be driven by Han Solo with a fucked up hyper-drive. I have a Coors Light and wait. I push my date back to 7:30 knowing I’m hosed.
6:50pm: Finally back at the hotel. Just because I’m late, doesn’t mean I’m not going to take the time to put in the details…and enjoy putting in the details, for me! I go downstairs and grab myself a cocktail: Hendrick’s gin with soda, tall, extra lime. I take the drink up to my room and put on some music. Yeah, I know CMQ was rolling with Frank Sinatra. I will probably lose some credibility here, but I put on Lil Wayne “Rich as Fuck”. I take a shower, shave my chest nice and smooth (don’t give a fuck about y’all thinking this is Beta…it is how I roll you hairy bastard!). I get a nice and fresh shave. I put on my suit. A suit that is far fancier than most anything seen in this city. I know I will stick out like a sore thumb. But fuck it, I was probably going to stick out like a sore thumb anyway. In go the cufflinks. I chose a bright white pocket square, folded it so that it was just a straight edge sticking out of the pocket (Don Draper style). Shoes are polished. I’m ready to go. Too bad I didn’t have time for the number of the beast, it only takes 6 minutes, but it is time to go.
7:35pm: I walk into the lobby feeling like James Bond. I give a nice and subtle waive to the staff at the counter that helped me earlier. I look around. There she is. I walk up and grab her and drop a deep kiss on her, then take her by the hand. I said we have reservations at a place one block away. I could’ve booked a much nicer place, but this was fancy enough and the other place that caught my fancy was 12 blocks away. (RFV tip: shout out to Tuth on logistics…is it smart to ask a girl to walk 12 blocks in heels?…you just learned taxis are shit in this town, right?!? So I opened the Open Table app and booked the best place within a block or two).
8:00pm: We are at dinner. Good time. Definitely received extra special attention for having all the details dialed down. I swear, when you combine a French cuff shirt, cufflinks, and a pocket square with a fine suit…it just took me up a few notches (and I thought I was maxed with my fine suits!).
10:00pm: We agree to have an after dinner drink and go to a very nice place next to the hotel. I order a cocktail for her. (RVF tip: DVY advises you should order Sake to reduce overall alcohol intake). I order a high end Sake for myself and use it as an opportunity to tell her how much time I’ve spent in Japan, the cities I’ve visited there, and why I know my Sake! She is totally engaged.
10:30pm: We are at the bar. I’m sipping my Sake. I’m standing and my Turkish beauty has a seat. I have my arm around her. This venue is fancy for this town, but I’m clearly standing out regardless. The suit alone would’ve done it, but the pocket square and cufflinks took me over the top. To the right of my Turkish beauty is a fucking bombshell. Actually, to the immediate right of my Turkish beauty is a beta boyfriend and to the right of him is a true 9.5. She kept looking at me, seemed obsessed with trying to divert my attention away from my Turkish beauty. Granted, I’d say this chick might be a full 1.5 to 2.0 score on looks above the Turkish beauty. (RFV tip: shout out to Roosh…if you show up to a venue with a woman, stick with your plans…even if a hotter chick is trying to pull your attention). This bitch started getting really overt with her looks towards me. Every time she did, I pulled my Turk towards me and gave her a deep kiss and put my arm around her. Oh, you looked again? Watch this! My Turkish beauty just fucking melted. She knew that girl was trying to steal my attention, but I wouldn’t budge. The more I wouldn’t budge, the more the Turkish beauty wanted to give everything to me. We decided to leave.
11:30pm: She starts making out with me intensely all the way to the elevator. We get in the elevator, and is kissing me so passionately and starts grabbing my crotch. On the way down some other passengers get in. She doesn’t stop. She looks over and says “Nature Can Happen Anywhere!”
11:40pm: We are making out the whole way to my hotel room. As soon as we get in the door she strips down and hops on the bed. Naked. She isn’t normally my physical type. She has the body of a NYC model. Tallish, very thin with small tits. I normally love the chick that is shorter, fitness junkie but with a little padding, and a juicy boob job. But, she is sexy as hell and everything she has done tonight has enticed me to the tenth degree. There she is. I get on the bed and she starts stripping off my clothes. One thing leads to another. (RFV tip: chill on porn and reduce fapping, there is a limit…at this point I’ve been banging chicks all week and need to stay ready). I have no issues getting excited. Now, mind you that I’ve been around the block and can knock it out like a champion. But, I read an RFV tip and this trip is all about paying attention to game details. I don’t know who to credit (sorry bro), but it was about the primal act of pulling her head into your chest while in missionary and grinding down hard. I do this anyway, but because of the RVF tip decided to be cognizant of focusing on this one position. I kept getting harder and harder, I had two handfuls of that long bushy hair with fully flexed biceps. She held onto my biceps while I railed into her like a silver back having his way. I kept pulling her harder and stronger into my chest. I’m probably 2.5x her weight. I just kept holding her tight and wouldn’t let her out of this position. I just kept escalating, probably over the course of 30min, and then I heard the “OMG, you are amazing”. (I did same experiment on Central American the night before and got same response…Game Recognized)
(I’m already sounding like a Narcissist in this thread, not my intent, but by separate topic happy to address how you can have 100% control over stamina...just don’t listen to people that say “think about baseball” or “something unrelated or gross”).
Late night: We finally try to fall asleep. In a sweaty mess. A little later she starts playing with my balls. But, not in the way that has turned me off in the past. It was like she would randomly feel my shaft that was buried in my sack, and rub it just the right way. At first I thought she was pulling the typical American, which would really be an effort to get me hard again so that I could fuck her. I told her I’d need a little bit after that round. She said, “No, I’m enjoying this just for me, just let me feel”. She just kept feeling, and it felt good even though I wasn’t ready for another round. She started to take in all of my smell. She had gone more primal than any American woman. She truly wanted to take in my scent as part of the experience. She wanted to feel my junk while smelling my scent not just to get fucked again right away, but to remember the full experience. She then just laid her whole body on top of me, I put my arms around her, and we fell asleep.
Morning (Saturday): More sex. We stayed in bed until 1pm. (went down for breakfast). She insisted on condoms (almost 100% sure because she has heard through the grapevine of my escapades). By the time she left in the afternoon, there were 8 condoms on the ground. (I didn’t cum 8 times, but each one meant a very serious railing).
At Breakfast (Saturday): Shortly after we sat down, the hostess came over and said “are you Mr. and Mrs. Anon?” I said, no, she lives here and I’m from the land of milk and honey. The hostess said “I’ve been told to watch for the Anon couple and make sure that you have everything you need, I hope that you will let me know if you need anything.” (I swear, it was going the full distance of going all in, James Bond style, that resulted in this treatment).
Evening (Saturday): I take a taxi from my hotel to her place. I show up and go up to her apartment. She is wearing sexy black pants, but a very frumpy librarian sweater. The sweater is zipped up to the neck, and goes so low it is covering her ass. I’m dressed to the 9’s, still sporting pocket square and cuff links. The restaurant where we are headed is nicer than last night. Fuck it. I like her, and whatever on her outfit. I will get her naked later.
Night (Saturday): We are at the restaurant. It is really hip (Peruvian flavor). We were waiting in the bar area, but when it was time to be seated we decided to go back to the bar area, because the music was too cool and she didn’t like sitting across “like an interview”. Hell, I suggested we go back. We are sitting at the bar having drinks and tapas. She then says “it is hot in here, can you help me with this sweater?” Sure. I help her peel that frumpy librarian sweater off. Underneath she is wearing a BLACK VINYL BUSTIER! Boom! She laughs her ass off “I got you! You think I’d wear a librarian sweater around you?! I got you!” Later on I invited my best friend and his sister to join us briefly. My best friend was on the “holy shit, I can’t believe the chicks you pull…she is so fucking hot!” His sister (who I used to be close with) wanted to start some shaming shit but my Turkish beauty just kept closer to me at every possible poke (think feminist shaming bullshit…the whole reason the Turk wanted me on a plane is because she thinks there are no real men left in her city!).
Morning (Sunday): Wake up. Have plenty of sex on the back of Saturday night. While her head was on my sweaty chest she says “I cannot tame you, I won’t even try, just come back and let’s have a weekend like this again soon.” We enjoy a nice breakfast together down the way (not at hotel). I truly enjoyed every bit of conversation. She talked about how our family friends warned her about me, and that I’m a “sex addict”. She said “I love that you are a sex addict, thank god, I’m going to put it to good use”. She then told me about how all of the men people expect her to be with are “feminized men that will bend their will at the slightest request”…and that she’d rather be “told to shut up than lose respect for the man that is supposed to be the big strong man”.
Later (Sunday): I land in my town and instantly feel the energy of the big city. I sit on a patio and have a drink and think about how paying attention to the subtleties of GAME took what was going to be a great weekend to a weekend that I will never forget.
Thank you to this forum for the all of your helpful tips and wisdom. If you ever think that your advice is not appreciated, please know that for every regular poster there are many that are reading and learning and benefitting from the community.
Some of the debate lately about “Lifestyle vs. Game” in general, and the “either/or” mentality that tends to ensue got me thinking. I’ve been using tips here and there that I’ve picked up on the board, often with much success. I’m selective on which tips I choose to use because they have to fit into my situation. I do have pretty good cards in the Lifestyle category, so I’m not likely to pull the “hey, first drink is on me” play, it would just be weird. And I love the angle of our man Distant Light, but most of that stuff won’t work for me either. (And brother DL, if I want to lure women back to my pad with nice bottles of champagne at my casa and it works? Well…).
I started becoming curious about how much my success with women lately is due to Lifestyle vs. how much was due to Game. I’ve always done well with women, and if it weren’t for Roosh’s books I’d probably discount game entirely. It was the concept of the “natural” that really hit home. That was it. I’m a born salesman, always have been, and can usually clean the clock of a vet in most any sales situation very quickly. Despite being a natural salesman, I’ve always taken the time to listen to elders, read books, learn tips from cohorts…anything to improve my god given sales talent that I’m thankful for. With game, I’m no Brad Pitt and can’t rely solely on the looks angle…it is my sales ability that allows me to pull down top talent (and I know it isn’t just Lifestyle because it was this way when I was broke). That said, I definitely have a different lifestyle now and my dealings with women has increased dramatically in both quality and quantity. As such, I know Lifestyle has an impact on ability to pull women. Here is what I realized though: regardless of being a natural salesman, I have always tried to learn tips, tactics, and strategies from others to improve in sales. Why wouldn’t this apply to Game?
Hmmm. Once I realized this I started scouring this board and absorbing like a sponge. I’ve read a number of books. I’ve gone on a Game binge. Good stuff.
And now for the inspiration of this post. I read an article by CMQ about making the whole experience of Game about yourself and taking in the finest details to the purest enjoyment. By doing this you get to enjoy the WHOLE experience to its finest. Go for a much deeper experience than trying to go for a point on the board. (don’t worry soup…I’m not going soft…watch out bro!)
I decided to go for an experiment this last weekend. The goal: instead of just being “the natural”, I was going to try and be cognizant of every little Game tactic that I deployed and make mental note of how this impacted my experience with the lovely lady in my company.
The story starts last Friday morning (will try to give credits where I remember):
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
7:00am on Friday morning. I wake up next to a gorgeous woman (Central American descent). She is a true beauty and a very sweet woman. She is responsible for me thinning ranks on my rotation, I really enjoy her company and she is incredibly sexy and I always wake up feeling healthy. She also has the juiciest boob job and weighs all of 95lbs. I pull her in close and give her a little morning snuggle. I really don’t want to leave her and could just hold her for hours. She is my new number one, so no need to worry, I’ll be back. I know she will come over as soon as beckoned. Why? Because I fucked her like a gorilla. I’m the boss. Right now it is time to get my ass to the airport.
7:40am: I’m in my car hauling my ass to the airport smiling ear to ear. I’m not just happy about waking up next to that gorgeous girl, but more about what is in store for me at my destination. You see, a few days prior to my departure I get a string of texts from a Turkish (Istanbul) beauty. She sent these: (verbatim but deleting mine / basically complaining about a lousy date)
-Her: “I just wanted to say I hate you! Nobody kisses like you…”
-Her: “I can’t stand passive aggressive bullshit. If I meet another man that bends to keep the peace, I will go feminist on him in my own way. Walk all over him…(she is a foreigner and hates feminism)
-Her: “I like a man who can stand an argument with me
If he agrees I am suspicious-Her: “Better come up here soon. I have been juggling Jews and Germans. It’s been hilarious.
-Me: “Fine. Dare. If I were to be there next weekend, you come up to my hotel room for kisses. Up to you if you want to leave, but you come up.”
Back up: She is a sort of family friend that lives in a medium size city (big enough to have an NBA team). The people back home have figured out that I’ve been living a life of abundance with basically as many beautiful women as I can fit into my schedule. This must be unhealthy! And of course, they must all be skanks, even if they are hot. So, I get introduced to a “proper girl” from a “good family” that would never giver herself to me like these other women. Basically, when it is time for me to “settle down again” I should be with someone like this Turkish beauty. Until then, no way I’d ever be able to connect with such a woman. She wouldn’t give me the time of day and would sniff out my lifestyle in a second! [Uh oh, I feel a challenge! You shouldn’t have said that!] We met briefly over the holidays and we enjoyed each other’s company. We kissed a little bit at the end of the night, but overall it was just a great time with not a lot of physical action. She volunteered to drop me at the airport and on the way out I grabbed her and kissed her with all the passion I had and left.
11:40am – Back to Present: I land and decide to stay at the airport and get a spinach salad with chicken. Ah, what the hell, I ordered a drink too (just one). I flirt a little with the bartender. I’d normally be very efficient and hop straight in taxi. But remember, this whole trip I’m trying to be ultra-cognizant of slowing down and savoring the finer moments. I’m truly on a mission to take note of Game and not just be the natural. (again, a CMQ inspired experiment)
1:00pm: Check into hotel. I take the time to compliment the staff on how excellent their service is (Karma came around on this trip). I later decided to book myself a yoga style 90 minute massage with stretching.
2:00pm: Keeping in the spirit of the CMQ article, I decide that I’m going to pay attention to every little detail of my appearance this evening and see if it makes a difference. I wear extremely fine suits, and few women have seen such a suit closet. But, what if I employed a few tips from the vets on this forum and stepped out of my norm? I head to Nordstrom’s with exactly that thought in mind. I pick out a couple of nice French cuff shirts (white). I had this sexy girl help me pick out a couple of sets of cufflinks. I then move to pocket squares. Together we picked out three. I’ve never worn a pocket square. (I’m more like the guy our man Soup describes as the “big boss man” and didn’t think a pocket square works for my type). Fuck it. Tonight is about being very cognizant about every little detail, and I’m going to try the pocket square. We are almost done, but I spot the most money of money clips. I’ve bought several in the past, but they all have the same problem, they can’t handle both a thick wad of bills along with a few credit cards. Enter the “M-Clip”. Damn, this item is gorgeous. Set me back $169 (for a money clip!), but whatever, it is the last money clip I will ever need. Love it.
4:00pm: I’m now at the house of a really sexy yoga chick. Found her on backpage, but specifically knew it was a legitimate massage (besides, I definitely didn’t want a release with my evening ahead…otherwise I would’ve had a quicky with my Central American beauty this morning). My god, this woman made my body feel good. The yoga massage is incredible and I love the stretches. I also love being completely naked while she is doing these yoga stretches. I mostly keep my eyes closed, but sometimes look at her to see if she is looking at my junk. A few times she put my whole pelvis in her lap and massaged my inner thighs. I definitely popped some wood and she didn’t mind. Very relaxing.
5:40pm: Shit. The taxis in this fucking town are shit. No Uber either. Why the fuck did I cab out of the downtown area?!? C’mon, logistics, logistics, logistics (RVF tip: Tuthmosis – got to keep logistics tight!). Fuck it. I screwed up. I’m fucking hosed. Might as well chill. I’m stuck at a deli waiting for a cab that might as well be driven by Han Solo with a fucked up hyper-drive. I have a Coors Light and wait. I push my date back to 7:30 knowing I’m hosed.
6:50pm: Finally back at the hotel. Just because I’m late, doesn’t mean I’m not going to take the time to put in the details…and enjoy putting in the details, for me! I go downstairs and grab myself a cocktail: Hendrick’s gin with soda, tall, extra lime. I take the drink up to my room and put on some music. Yeah, I know CMQ was rolling with Frank Sinatra. I will probably lose some credibility here, but I put on Lil Wayne “Rich as Fuck”. I take a shower, shave my chest nice and smooth (don’t give a fuck about y’all thinking this is Beta…it is how I roll you hairy bastard!). I get a nice and fresh shave. I put on my suit. A suit that is far fancier than most anything seen in this city. I know I will stick out like a sore thumb. But fuck it, I was probably going to stick out like a sore thumb anyway. In go the cufflinks. I chose a bright white pocket square, folded it so that it was just a straight edge sticking out of the pocket (Don Draper style). Shoes are polished. I’m ready to go. Too bad I didn’t have time for the number of the beast, it only takes 6 minutes, but it is time to go.
7:35pm: I walk into the lobby feeling like James Bond. I give a nice and subtle waive to the staff at the counter that helped me earlier. I look around. There she is. I walk up and grab her and drop a deep kiss on her, then take her by the hand. I said we have reservations at a place one block away. I could’ve booked a much nicer place, but this was fancy enough and the other place that caught my fancy was 12 blocks away. (RFV tip: shout out to Tuth on logistics…is it smart to ask a girl to walk 12 blocks in heels?…you just learned taxis are shit in this town, right?!? So I opened the Open Table app and booked the best place within a block or two).
8:00pm: We are at dinner. Good time. Definitely received extra special attention for having all the details dialed down. I swear, when you combine a French cuff shirt, cufflinks, and a pocket square with a fine suit…it just took me up a few notches (and I thought I was maxed with my fine suits!).
10:00pm: We agree to have an after dinner drink and go to a very nice place next to the hotel. I order a cocktail for her. (RVF tip: DVY advises you should order Sake to reduce overall alcohol intake). I order a high end Sake for myself and use it as an opportunity to tell her how much time I’ve spent in Japan, the cities I’ve visited there, and why I know my Sake! She is totally engaged.
10:30pm: We are at the bar. I’m sipping my Sake. I’m standing and my Turkish beauty has a seat. I have my arm around her. This venue is fancy for this town, but I’m clearly standing out regardless. The suit alone would’ve done it, but the pocket square and cufflinks took me over the top. To the right of my Turkish beauty is a fucking bombshell. Actually, to the immediate right of my Turkish beauty is a beta boyfriend and to the right of him is a true 9.5. She kept looking at me, seemed obsessed with trying to divert my attention away from my Turkish beauty. Granted, I’d say this chick might be a full 1.5 to 2.0 score on looks above the Turkish beauty. (RFV tip: shout out to Roosh…if you show up to a venue with a woman, stick with your plans…even if a hotter chick is trying to pull your attention). This bitch started getting really overt with her looks towards me. Every time she did, I pulled my Turk towards me and gave her a deep kiss and put my arm around her. Oh, you looked again? Watch this! My Turkish beauty just fucking melted. She knew that girl was trying to steal my attention, but I wouldn’t budge. The more I wouldn’t budge, the more the Turkish beauty wanted to give everything to me. We decided to leave.
11:30pm: She starts making out with me intensely all the way to the elevator. We get in the elevator, and is kissing me so passionately and starts grabbing my crotch. On the way down some other passengers get in. She doesn’t stop. She looks over and says “Nature Can Happen Anywhere!”
11:40pm: We are making out the whole way to my hotel room. As soon as we get in the door she strips down and hops on the bed. Naked. She isn’t normally my physical type. She has the body of a NYC model. Tallish, very thin with small tits. I normally love the chick that is shorter, fitness junkie but with a little padding, and a juicy boob job. But, she is sexy as hell and everything she has done tonight has enticed me to the tenth degree. There she is. I get on the bed and she starts stripping off my clothes. One thing leads to another. (RFV tip: chill on porn and reduce fapping, there is a limit…at this point I’ve been banging chicks all week and need to stay ready). I have no issues getting excited. Now, mind you that I’ve been around the block and can knock it out like a champion. But, I read an RFV tip and this trip is all about paying attention to game details. I don’t know who to credit (sorry bro), but it was about the primal act of pulling her head into your chest while in missionary and grinding down hard. I do this anyway, but because of the RVF tip decided to be cognizant of focusing on this one position. I kept getting harder and harder, I had two handfuls of that long bushy hair with fully flexed biceps. She held onto my biceps while I railed into her like a silver back having his way. I kept pulling her harder and stronger into my chest. I’m probably 2.5x her weight. I just kept holding her tight and wouldn’t let her out of this position. I just kept escalating, probably over the course of 30min, and then I heard the “OMG, you are amazing”. (I did same experiment on Central American the night before and got same response…Game Recognized)
(I’m already sounding like a Narcissist in this thread, not my intent, but by separate topic happy to address how you can have 100% control over stamina...just don’t listen to people that say “think about baseball” or “something unrelated or gross”).
Late night: We finally try to fall asleep. In a sweaty mess. A little later she starts playing with my balls. But, not in the way that has turned me off in the past. It was like she would randomly feel my shaft that was buried in my sack, and rub it just the right way. At first I thought she was pulling the typical American, which would really be an effort to get me hard again so that I could fuck her. I told her I’d need a little bit after that round. She said, “No, I’m enjoying this just for me, just let me feel”. She just kept feeling, and it felt good even though I wasn’t ready for another round. She started to take in all of my smell. She had gone more primal than any American woman. She truly wanted to take in my scent as part of the experience. She wanted to feel my junk while smelling my scent not just to get fucked again right away, but to remember the full experience. She then just laid her whole body on top of me, I put my arms around her, and we fell asleep.
Morning (Saturday): More sex. We stayed in bed until 1pm. (went down for breakfast). She insisted on condoms (almost 100% sure because she has heard through the grapevine of my escapades). By the time she left in the afternoon, there were 8 condoms on the ground. (I didn’t cum 8 times, but each one meant a very serious railing).
At Breakfast (Saturday): Shortly after we sat down, the hostess came over and said “are you Mr. and Mrs. Anon?” I said, no, she lives here and I’m from the land of milk and honey. The hostess said “I’ve been told to watch for the Anon couple and make sure that you have everything you need, I hope that you will let me know if you need anything.” (I swear, it was going the full distance of going all in, James Bond style, that resulted in this treatment).
Evening (Saturday): I take a taxi from my hotel to her place. I show up and go up to her apartment. She is wearing sexy black pants, but a very frumpy librarian sweater. The sweater is zipped up to the neck, and goes so low it is covering her ass. I’m dressed to the 9’s, still sporting pocket square and cuff links. The restaurant where we are headed is nicer than last night. Fuck it. I like her, and whatever on her outfit. I will get her naked later.
Night (Saturday): We are at the restaurant. It is really hip (Peruvian flavor). We were waiting in the bar area, but when it was time to be seated we decided to go back to the bar area, because the music was too cool and she didn’t like sitting across “like an interview”. Hell, I suggested we go back. We are sitting at the bar having drinks and tapas. She then says “it is hot in here, can you help me with this sweater?” Sure. I help her peel that frumpy librarian sweater off. Underneath she is wearing a BLACK VINYL BUSTIER! Boom! She laughs her ass off “I got you! You think I’d wear a librarian sweater around you?! I got you!” Later on I invited my best friend and his sister to join us briefly. My best friend was on the “holy shit, I can’t believe the chicks you pull…she is so fucking hot!” His sister (who I used to be close with) wanted to start some shaming shit but my Turkish beauty just kept closer to me at every possible poke (think feminist shaming bullshit…the whole reason the Turk wanted me on a plane is because she thinks there are no real men left in her city!).
Morning (Sunday): Wake up. Have plenty of sex on the back of Saturday night. While her head was on my sweaty chest she says “I cannot tame you, I won’t even try, just come back and let’s have a weekend like this again soon.” We enjoy a nice breakfast together down the way (not at hotel). I truly enjoyed every bit of conversation. She talked about how our family friends warned her about me, and that I’m a “sex addict”. She said “I love that you are a sex addict, thank god, I’m going to put it to good use”. She then told me about how all of the men people expect her to be with are “feminized men that will bend their will at the slightest request”…and that she’d rather be “told to shut up than lose respect for the man that is supposed to be the big strong man”.
Later (Sunday): I land in my town and instantly feel the energy of the big city. I sit on a patio and have a drink and think about how paying attention to the subtleties of GAME took what was going to be a great weekend to a weekend that I will never forget.
Thank you to this forum for the all of your helpful tips and wisdom. If you ever think that your advice is not appreciated, please know that for every regular poster there are many that are reading and learning and benefitting from the community.
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