Date: May 21st, 2018 8:48 AM
Author: Voodoo Child
Would be magnanimous of him.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3982655&forum_id=2#36095208)
Monday, May 21, 2018
The Gangnam WGWAG Playboy Chronicles (V)
Date: May 21st, 2018 8:44 PM
Author: nyuug (Sucka FREE)
In this series, I am going to give random snippets of said Gangnam WGWAG Playboy lifestyle.
****The Philosophy of Ruthlessness****
This morning a poster talked about a girl having told him on Date 4 that she fucked some other guy on the first date but wanted to take it slow with said poster.
http://www.xoxohth.com/thread.php?thread_id=3982812&mc=171&forum_id=2
As a result of such misunderstandings with regards to dating, I shall outline the basic principles of the Philosophy of Ruthlessness. I've given a lot of practical advice in my previous Gangnam WGWAG Playboy Chronicles threads but I want to discuss my Philosophy of Ruthlessness
1) Ruthlessness is a practical approach to dating designed to maximize the amount of sex a man can have.
A lot of posters misunderstand the purpose of dating. The purpose of dating is to fuck as many women as you can, as quickly as you can, with maximum efficiency. Every subsequent principle is derived from this first principle.
2) Always Be Closing.
No woman has any intrinsic value aside from her vagina. Any interaction with a woman you have should lead to sex. Every woman has had sex on the first date. What's important is how Principle #2 should guide your actions from a practical standpoint:
You will have sex on the first date with any girl you meet. If she refuses? She doesn't respect you. And you shouldn't waste any more time with her.
The only exceptions to this rule: you've already fucked a new girl earlier that day (and therefore met your daily quota) OR she is willing to compromise, e.g. gives you a handjob, blowjob, etc. And even if she is willing to fool around, you should close by Date 2.
You should also not have any female friends. Women have pussies that you fuck. Nothing else.
3) Ask The Right Questions.
Let us assume you have already successfully filtered girls based on the principles of my App Masterman guide:
http://www.xoxohth.com/thread.php?thread_id=3345436&mc=58&forum_id=2#31364715
After you meet in person, you essentially follow the same exact procedure in person. The time it takes from the moment you meet to the time you make your move should be no more than 30 minutes or so.
If she refuses to come up to your apartment the date just ended.
At this point in the date, I find it useful to ask a very simple question:
"What's the furthest you've gone on a first date?"
An honest whore will answer by saying "I've had sex on the first date". A lying whore will answer with anything other than said reply.
So as soon as the girl replies to your question, you just simply say, "You've had sex with guys on the first date and I expect you to treat me with the same kind of respect."
When you put her on the spot like this it forces her to make a decision:
If she says, "Ok.", congratulations. You're fucking.
If she says, "No." then you know to end things right there.
All women give the same excuses, "That was then, this is now." or "Every guy is different". Regardless of her excuse, you know that you shouldn't waste any more time on her and the date has now ended.
It is my opinion that the vast majority of men approach dating from the wrong perspective. The only way to be successful is to adopt The Philosophy of Ruthlessness.
I hope posters here adopt this Philosophy to maximize their dating success.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3983263&forum_id=2#36100537)
Author: nyuug (Sucka FREE)
In this series, I am going to give random snippets of said Gangnam WGWAG Playboy lifestyle.
****The Philosophy of Ruthlessness****
This morning a poster talked about a girl having told him on Date 4 that she fucked some other guy on the first date but wanted to take it slow with said poster.
http://www.xoxohth.com/thread.php?thread_id=3982812&mc=171&forum_id=2
As a result of such misunderstandings with regards to dating, I shall outline the basic principles of the Philosophy of Ruthlessness. I've given a lot of practical advice in my previous Gangnam WGWAG Playboy Chronicles threads but I want to discuss my Philosophy of Ruthlessness
1) Ruthlessness is a practical approach to dating designed to maximize the amount of sex a man can have.
A lot of posters misunderstand the purpose of dating. The purpose of dating is to fuck as many women as you can, as quickly as you can, with maximum efficiency. Every subsequent principle is derived from this first principle.
2) Always Be Closing.
No woman has any intrinsic value aside from her vagina. Any interaction with a woman you have should lead to sex. Every woman has had sex on the first date. What's important is how Principle #2 should guide your actions from a practical standpoint:
You will have sex on the first date with any girl you meet. If she refuses? She doesn't respect you. And you shouldn't waste any more time with her.
The only exceptions to this rule: you've already fucked a new girl earlier that day (and therefore met your daily quota) OR she is willing to compromise, e.g. gives you a handjob, blowjob, etc. And even if she is willing to fool around, you should close by Date 2.
You should also not have any female friends. Women have pussies that you fuck. Nothing else.
3) Ask The Right Questions.
Let us assume you have already successfully filtered girls based on the principles of my App Masterman guide:
http://www.xoxohth.com/thread.php?thread_id=3345436&mc=58&forum_id=2#31364715
After you meet in person, you essentially follow the same exact procedure in person. The time it takes from the moment you meet to the time you make your move should be no more than 30 minutes or so.
If she refuses to come up to your apartment the date just ended.
At this point in the date, I find it useful to ask a very simple question:
"What's the furthest you've gone on a first date?"
An honest whore will answer by saying "I've had sex on the first date". A lying whore will answer with anything other than said reply.
So as soon as the girl replies to your question, you just simply say, "You've had sex with guys on the first date and I expect you to treat me with the same kind of respect."
When you put her on the spot like this it forces her to make a decision:
If she says, "Ok.", congratulations. You're fucking.
If she says, "No." then you know to end things right there.
All women give the same excuses, "That was then, this is now." or "Every guy is different". Regardless of her excuse, you know that you shouldn't waste any more time on her and the date has now ended.
It is my opinion that the vast majority of men approach dating from the wrong perspective. The only way to be successful is to adopt The Philosophy of Ruthlessness.
I hope posters here adopt this Philosophy to maximize their dating success.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3983263&forum_id=2#36100537)
Haha wow holy shit, just got MONKEY'S PAWED by a tinder chick lmao (DDC)
Date: May 21st, 2018 7:25 PM
Author: Diamond Dallas Chad (i think i fucking love you.... won't you stay and watch cartoons)
Much has been written about my quest to find a good relationship with a fit, nerdy chick who enjoys video games. This Sisyphean task thus far has primarily consisted of attempting to get gamer chicks into shape, or attempting to get fit chicks to like video games. Thus, it was quite exciting to come across the rare chick on Tinder who checks all of my boxes: fit as fuck, 6.5 face/9.1 body, claims to like Resident Evil and Call of Duty, antisocial and does not drink or go to bars, valedictorian (albiet in Mexico), high sex drive but not a slut (had not had sex in over a year), and offering to trade in my parade of Lean Cuisines for healthy home-cooked lifting meals. Basically, a description of my ideal future wife had I specced her from the ground up.
The first warning sign perhaps should perhaps have been her early focus on marriage and forming a child with me in our messaging. This was quickly overlooked on the strength of pics of her perfect ass in a thong. I probed a bit and found out that she dates very rarely because she cannot find men she is attracted to due to certain narrow preferences. This explanation, paired with the fact that I had not fucked anyone in the past few months due to a comical string of mishaps, was satisfactory. I made plans to visit her the next weekend, and refrained from jerking off for an entire WEEK to save up a gargantuan cumblast. [TO BE CONTINUED]
Differences between her various pics had raised questions as to whether I would be getting a 7 body or a 9 body, and also created some lingering doubts about her face. However, when she got out of her car, standing before me was a perfect Tits On A Stick in a tight as fuck dress, face more pleasing than expected. The details of the date can be skipped other than that, with much hesitation, she agreed to "swing by my hotel room so I could drop my bags off" at the end. As things progressed, she told me that she couldn't sleep with me on a first date, but that my cock seemed big and she wanted to see it. She foiled *Plan Cumblast Prime* in hilarious fashion--after a 45 second handjob, I shot massive, gooey ropes all over my stomach (normally there is a 0% chance of me cumming from *any* handjob from anyone not myself, regardless of duration). I admitted that I had indeed been saving up for her all week, and resumed trying to fuck her.
This is when red flags resumed in full force, and she began talking of deleting Tinder, a serious relationship, being together "forever." Somehow I mollified her without agreeing to any of that, and eventually commenced fucking her perfect, waxed, and absolutely *drenched* coin slot pussy in missionary, which I usually hate but it was fantastic with her because she was extremely flexible and wild. She left for the night because she still lives with her parents, but scored major points when I was texting her later and she agreed to come back in the morning and fuck me (ahem "make love") again before I left town. [TO BE CONTINUED]
She showed up the next morning in another very tight "going out dress," a bit odd for a lunch date but I'll never complain about a chick trying to look fuckable. However, she had also arrived with two gifts: a mug that said "you make my heart smile" and a miniature globe so that we could "pick out our travel destinations." I chalked it up to "cultural differences" and we went inside to fuck. This time she got on top, and I was a bit in awe of her tight, tiny body as it bounced up and down. Then all of a sudden she went into turbo mode: she pinned my arms back, hooked her feet under my calves like some sort of MMA control hold, and started bucking on my cock like a madwoman as she stared straight at me with sensual, crazy chick eyes. I've never in my life been fucked better. After some recovery, I petitioned her for doggy style to complete the last major positional entry in my mental jerkoff encyclopedia. Again, she exceeded expectations. [TO BE CONTINUED]
At lunch, she looked away while we were waiting for the check, and said I was so handsome that it made her nervous. I told her to come sit by me where she would be more comfortable, and put my arm around her. This turned out to be a miscalculation, as she soon began taking pictures of us with snapchat filters, including one that showered us with hearts in a very disconcerting manner. Then she said "I have something for you." From her purse, she produced a small stack of professional looking, *laminated* cards of a variety of sizes and shapes. The cards consisted of a variety of "relationship coupons," such as "One free night of video games without nagging" and "Good for one home-cooked meal of your choice." This was followed by additional talk of deleting tinder.
What do I do here bros? On paper this chick has the traits I've theoretically been looking for and that are very difficult to find in one person, and fucks better than anyone I've ever fucked. Yet on the other hand, THIS IS SOME STRAIGHT UP MONKEY'S PAW LEVEL BULLSHIT. WHAT THE FUCK. SHE LITERALLY HAD TO HAVE CREATED THESE RELATIONSHIP CARDS *PRIOR* TO MEETING ME BECAUSE THERE IS NO WAY SHE GOT THEM FUCKING LAMINATED AND PRINTED ON A HIGH QUALITY COLOR PRINTER BETWEEN 1:30 AM AND 11AM ON A SATURDAY NIGHT/SUNDAY MORNING. WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?????
Should I just GIVE MYSELF A CHANCE TO LOVE HER?
UPDATE
Yesterday she was being a little snippy that I hadn't added her on facebook even though she had "asked me three times." I told her that I didn't have a friend request when I checked it, so she sent me one. However the fact that it was such a big deal to her troubled me, and made me not want to do it.
Unprompted (we had never spoken on the phone before), she tried to call me THREE times during the Rockets game last night. I sent them all to voicemail. About 15 minutes later, "Did you block me?". About 10 minutes after that, "That is so rude!"
A couple of hours later I txted her that she was acting "crazy" and told her to chill out because it "was making me nervous."
Ok maybe I misjudged this chick. Apparently she was a virgin into her mid 20s, and had been dating the dude for 3 yrs before they fucked. She legitimately had gone without sex for a long time before meeting me because she was waiting for the right person.
The explanation for her amazing sexual skills? She STUDIED, consistent with being #1 in her college class. She texted me a picture of a stack of her sex books. She was actually very flattered/happy when I told her that she was the best I've been with because she hasn't been with many guys and legitimately didn't know how she stacked up.
I'm going to give her the benefit of the doubt.
UPDATE:
Went to go see her again Saturday. There was another chick in the same city I wanted to meet so it seemed convenient. Got there late and started watching the Rockets game. She got to my hotel room just as they were starting to get blown out, and revealed that she had a headache and was on her period. Still smashed 3x so gets points for being a trooper. She stayed the night, which was nice. In the morning, she grabbed my dick and fucked me again. I had been planning on saving some for the other chick later just in case. We went to lunch and a movie then parted ways.
Did a little bit of shopping and met up with the other chick for dinner. Hit it off and liked her but she was less attractive than I expected. Balls were already drained and my motivation was low. I probably could have fucked her had I wanted to make a night of it because she asked me to go do something else after dinner, but I said I had to get on the road.
A little bit into the drive, the first chick calls me annoyed that I haven't texted her to let her know I was home. Ugh. Then she starts texting a variety of shit to me, everything ranging from Facebook posts with ideas for my house to guides on how to make love and praise for my skills, to complaints that I didn't open the car door for her like I did on the first date, to getting annoyed that I wasn't responding to her. Between last night and noon today, she sent me 47 messages that I cumulatively responded to with an emoticon and a one line message. She also tried to call again around lunchtime.
I don't think I can do this. I *LIKE* my chicks a bit clingy but this is insane.
Fuck . . . just when I was starting to think I couldn't deal with it, she actually apologized and said she just really likes me. The balance of her texts today consisted of video game trailers and a LOT of nudes.
Also, she is VEHEMENT about the fact that she will NEVER get fat, that's a definite plus.
I'd like to apologize for my failure of diligence in updating this thread. I actually had a half-finished poast for 6/12/18 saved in my email drafts but it slipped through the cracks. I'm going to wrap that up and circulate TONIGHT, then touch base again tomorrow as I continue to bring you all back up to speed.
ORIGINALLY INTENDED FOR POASTING ON 6/12/2018
====================================================
Time for a post-weekend update.
Last weekend, she came to visit me for the first time. This was something I has been looking forward to since I thought it would me a much better look at her than hanging out in a city that neither of us lives in and that doesn't have much to do (our first two meetings).
She arrived on Friday night wearing another tight as fukkk dress. I gave her the quick tour of my place, concluding in my bedroom, where we proceeded to smash a few times over the next couple of hours. Eventually she got hungry at about 1am so we headed out to grab some groceries. She was still down to stay up later so we played some Black Ops 3 split screen campaign. She turned out to be borderline competent, picking up about half as many kills as me, which isn't bad for a first run.
The entire time, she had been traipsing around in a tank top and some cutoff jean shorts that practically left her ass hanging out. I thought I was done for the night but it was too much and I had to hit it again. After I busted I decided I wanted to try something different, and had her squat on top of me with her feet forward instead of on her knees. She delivered big-time, slamming her pussy down onto my cock with powerful, tip-to-hilt strokes that finished me off for a fifth time and made me tap out for the night.
Saturday I wasn't planning on fucking her because I had to lift, but she woke me up with a tongue in my ear and a hand on my cock. Luckily she did all the work and my energy was preserved. We went to get ingredients for her to cook dinner, and she spent the afternoon making steak and shrimp while I benched and deadlifted.
This is where my draft poast cuts off and the details are a bit fuzzier two months later, but I can tell you that I continued to fuck her repeatedly, with the sum total being that in a roughly 26 hour period spanning Friday and Saturday night, I busted in her *TEN* times. For the coup de grace, I slammed into her from behind, gripping that tight, tiny ass, and popped off just as she was about to get there. She just kept going and bucking against my cock, and it was so hot that I went again and eventually had another full orgasm with ZERO break or refractory period. Fucking crazy for a dude entering his late 30s, and wearing condoms.
Unfortunately condoms seem to be a major issue with this chick. She is absolutely fastidious about making sure my dick never touches (or even gets near) her cooze while unwrapped. It's annoying. There's no "just a few strokes and then I'll pull out" with this girl. In fact, she tells me she has *NEVER* had unprotected sex and seems really serious about it. More updates on that later.
Anyways, we finished up Saturday night watching a horror movie in bed, then she went to sleep and I watched another one. She got up around 6AM and left because she had to be at a wedding before noon.
One last thing that I almost forgot: after I blasted at one point on Saturday afternoon, she wanted me to finger her and got into the spooning position. She gave me very detailed instructions that were a lot different than other chicks had liked in the past, but the upshot was that I was rapidly porno-style fingerBLASTING her with two fingers. Suddenly I felt a giant "wall" of flesh in her pussy clamp down and convulse, and I felt her squirt all over my thighs. That was actually my first time with a big squirter and it was so fucking hot. My sheets and mattress pad were SOAKED.
http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3983201&forum_id=2
http://www.xoxohth.com/thread.php?thread_id=3983201&forum_id=2
Author: Diamond Dallas Chad (i think i fucking love you.... won't you stay and watch cartoons)
Much has been written about my quest to find a good relationship with a fit, nerdy chick who enjoys video games. This Sisyphean task thus far has primarily consisted of attempting to get gamer chicks into shape, or attempting to get fit chicks to like video games. Thus, it was quite exciting to come across the rare chick on Tinder who checks all of my boxes: fit as fuck, 6.5 face/9.1 body, claims to like Resident Evil and Call of Duty, antisocial and does not drink or go to bars, valedictorian (albiet in Mexico), high sex drive but not a slut (had not had sex in over a year), and offering to trade in my parade of Lean Cuisines for healthy home-cooked lifting meals. Basically, a description of my ideal future wife had I specced her from the ground up.
The first warning sign perhaps should perhaps have been her early focus on marriage and forming a child with me in our messaging. This was quickly overlooked on the strength of pics of her perfect ass in a thong. I probed a bit and found out that she dates very rarely because she cannot find men she is attracted to due to certain narrow preferences. This explanation, paired with the fact that I had not fucked anyone in the past few months due to a comical string of mishaps, was satisfactory. I made plans to visit her the next weekend, and refrained from jerking off for an entire WEEK to save up a gargantuan cumblast. [TO BE CONTINUED]
Differences between her various pics had raised questions as to whether I would be getting a 7 body or a 9 body, and also created some lingering doubts about her face. However, when she got out of her car, standing before me was a perfect Tits On A Stick in a tight as fuck dress, face more pleasing than expected. The details of the date can be skipped other than that, with much hesitation, she agreed to "swing by my hotel room so I could drop my bags off" at the end. As things progressed, she told me that she couldn't sleep with me on a first date, but that my cock seemed big and she wanted to see it. She foiled *Plan Cumblast Prime* in hilarious fashion--after a 45 second handjob, I shot massive, gooey ropes all over my stomach (normally there is a 0% chance of me cumming from *any* handjob from anyone not myself, regardless of duration). I admitted that I had indeed been saving up for her all week, and resumed trying to fuck her.
This is when red flags resumed in full force, and she began talking of deleting Tinder, a serious relationship, being together "forever." Somehow I mollified her without agreeing to any of that, and eventually commenced fucking her perfect, waxed, and absolutely *drenched* coin slot pussy in missionary, which I usually hate but it was fantastic with her because she was extremely flexible and wild. She left for the night because she still lives with her parents, but scored major points when I was texting her later and she agreed to come back in the morning and fuck me (ahem "make love") again before I left town. [TO BE CONTINUED]
She showed up the next morning in another very tight "going out dress," a bit odd for a lunch date but I'll never complain about a chick trying to look fuckable. However, she had also arrived with two gifts: a mug that said "you make my heart smile" and a miniature globe so that we could "pick out our travel destinations." I chalked it up to "cultural differences" and we went inside to fuck. This time she got on top, and I was a bit in awe of her tight, tiny body as it bounced up and down. Then all of a sudden she went into turbo mode: she pinned my arms back, hooked her feet under my calves like some sort of MMA control hold, and started bucking on my cock like a madwoman as she stared straight at me with sensual, crazy chick eyes. I've never in my life been fucked better. After some recovery, I petitioned her for doggy style to complete the last major positional entry in my mental jerkoff encyclopedia. Again, she exceeded expectations. [TO BE CONTINUED]
At lunch, she looked away while we were waiting for the check, and said I was so handsome that it made her nervous. I told her to come sit by me where she would be more comfortable, and put my arm around her. This turned out to be a miscalculation, as she soon began taking pictures of us with snapchat filters, including one that showered us with hearts in a very disconcerting manner. Then she said "I have something for you." From her purse, she produced a small stack of professional looking, *laminated* cards of a variety of sizes and shapes. The cards consisted of a variety of "relationship coupons," such as "One free night of video games without nagging" and "Good for one home-cooked meal of your choice." This was followed by additional talk of deleting tinder.
What do I do here bros? On paper this chick has the traits I've theoretically been looking for and that are very difficult to find in one person, and fucks better than anyone I've ever fucked. Yet on the other hand, THIS IS SOME STRAIGHT UP MONKEY'S PAW LEVEL BULLSHIT. WHAT THE FUCK. SHE LITERALLY HAD TO HAVE CREATED THESE RELATIONSHIP CARDS *PRIOR* TO MEETING ME BECAUSE THERE IS NO WAY SHE GOT THEM FUCKING LAMINATED AND PRINTED ON A HIGH QUALITY COLOR PRINTER BETWEEN 1:30 AM AND 11AM ON A SATURDAY NIGHT/SUNDAY MORNING. WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?????
Should I just GIVE MYSELF A CHANCE TO LOVE HER?
UPDATE
Yesterday she was being a little snippy that I hadn't added her on facebook even though she had "asked me three times." I told her that I didn't have a friend request when I checked it, so she sent me one. However the fact that it was such a big deal to her troubled me, and made me not want to do it.
Unprompted (we had never spoken on the phone before), she tried to call me THREE times during the Rockets game last night. I sent them all to voicemail. About 15 minutes later, "Did you block me?". About 10 minutes after that, "That is so rude!"
A couple of hours later I txted her that she was acting "crazy" and told her to chill out because it "was making me nervous."
Ok maybe I misjudged this chick. Apparently she was a virgin into her mid 20s, and had been dating the dude for 3 yrs before they fucked. She legitimately had gone without sex for a long time before meeting me because she was waiting for the right person.
The explanation for her amazing sexual skills? She STUDIED, consistent with being #1 in her college class. She texted me a picture of a stack of her sex books. She was actually very flattered/happy when I told her that she was the best I've been with because she hasn't been with many guys and legitimately didn't know how she stacked up.
I'm going to give her the benefit of the doubt.
UPDATE:
Went to go see her again Saturday. There was another chick in the same city I wanted to meet so it seemed convenient. Got there late and started watching the Rockets game. She got to my hotel room just as they were starting to get blown out, and revealed that she had a headache and was on her period. Still smashed 3x so gets points for being a trooper. She stayed the night, which was nice. In the morning, she grabbed my dick and fucked me again. I had been planning on saving some for the other chick later just in case. We went to lunch and a movie then parted ways.
Did a little bit of shopping and met up with the other chick for dinner. Hit it off and liked her but she was less attractive than I expected. Balls were already drained and my motivation was low. I probably could have fucked her had I wanted to make a night of it because she asked me to go do something else after dinner, but I said I had to get on the road.
A little bit into the drive, the first chick calls me annoyed that I haven't texted her to let her know I was home. Ugh. Then she starts texting a variety of shit to me, everything ranging from Facebook posts with ideas for my house to guides on how to make love and praise for my skills, to complaints that I didn't open the car door for her like I did on the first date, to getting annoyed that I wasn't responding to her. Between last night and noon today, she sent me 47 messages that I cumulatively responded to with an emoticon and a one line message. She also tried to call again around lunchtime.
I don't think I can do this. I *LIKE* my chicks a bit clingy but this is insane.
Fuck . . . just when I was starting to think I couldn't deal with it, she actually apologized and said she just really likes me. The balance of her texts today consisted of video game trailers and a LOT of nudes.
Also, she is VEHEMENT about the fact that she will NEVER get fat, that's a definite plus.
I'd like to apologize for my failure of diligence in updating this thread. I actually had a half-finished poast for 6/12/18 saved in my email drafts but it slipped through the cracks. I'm going to wrap that up and circulate TONIGHT, then touch base again tomorrow as I continue to bring you all back up to speed.
ORIGINALLY INTENDED FOR POASTING ON 6/12/2018
====================================================
Time for a post-weekend update.
Last weekend, she came to visit me for the first time. This was something I has been looking forward to since I thought it would me a much better look at her than hanging out in a city that neither of us lives in and that doesn't have much to do (our first two meetings).
She arrived on Friday night wearing another tight as fukkk dress. I gave her the quick tour of my place, concluding in my bedroom, where we proceeded to smash a few times over the next couple of hours. Eventually she got hungry at about 1am so we headed out to grab some groceries. She was still down to stay up later so we played some Black Ops 3 split screen campaign. She turned out to be borderline competent, picking up about half as many kills as me, which isn't bad for a first run.
The entire time, she had been traipsing around in a tank top and some cutoff jean shorts that practically left her ass hanging out. I thought I was done for the night but it was too much and I had to hit it again. After I busted I decided I wanted to try something different, and had her squat on top of me with her feet forward instead of on her knees. She delivered big-time, slamming her pussy down onto my cock with powerful, tip-to-hilt strokes that finished me off for a fifth time and made me tap out for the night.
Saturday I wasn't planning on fucking her because I had to lift, but she woke me up with a tongue in my ear and a hand on my cock. Luckily she did all the work and my energy was preserved. We went to get ingredients for her to cook dinner, and she spent the afternoon making steak and shrimp while I benched and deadlifted.
This is where my draft poast cuts off and the details are a bit fuzzier two months later, but I can tell you that I continued to fuck her repeatedly, with the sum total being that in a roughly 26 hour period spanning Friday and Saturday night, I busted in her *TEN* times. For the coup de grace, I slammed into her from behind, gripping that tight, tiny ass, and popped off just as she was about to get there. She just kept going and bucking against my cock, and it was so hot that I went again and eventually had another full orgasm with ZERO break or refractory period. Fucking crazy for a dude entering his late 30s, and wearing condoms.
Unfortunately condoms seem to be a major issue with this chick. She is absolutely fastidious about making sure my dick never touches (or even gets near) her cooze while unwrapped. It's annoying. There's no "just a few strokes and then I'll pull out" with this girl. In fact, she tells me she has *NEVER* had unprotected sex and seems really serious about it. More updates on that later.
Anyways, we finished up Saturday night watching a horror movie in bed, then she went to sleep and I watched another one. She got up around 6AM and left because she had to be at a wedding before noon.
One last thing that I almost forgot: after I blasted at one point on Saturday afternoon, she wanted me to finger her and got into the spooning position. She gave me very detailed instructions that were a lot different than other chicks had liked in the past, but the upshot was that I was rapidly porno-style fingerBLASTING her with two fingers. Suddenly I felt a giant "wall" of flesh in her pussy clamp down and convulse, and I felt her squirt all over my thighs. That was actually my first time with a big squirter and it was so fucking hot. My sheets and mattress pad were SOAKED.
http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3983201&forum_id=2
http://www.xoxohth.com/thread.php?thread_id=3983201&forum_id=2
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