Starting Young & Aiming High

Noon:

I had a job interview at noon near the city. Having been rejected from one interview the day before I was determined to get a job as soon as possible to fund my move out of home. My interviewer turned out to be a cute English lass in her late 20′s. I started off the interview completely off topic, mainly talking about travel and so forth. I straight up killed the interview and got the job, total slam dunk. I realized I had the job half way through simply because the interviewer was enjoying talking about non-job related personal stuff so much. The game skillset definitely came in handy.

Now my wings need to get bloody jobs. We were planning to move out in March, I’m pretty we won’t make that target now, so we’ll just have to put up with our awful logistics for a little while longer. first Our priority is to escape living in the sprawl, dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains, and there’s no end in sight…

2 PM

After the interview I met up with a slightly older wingman in the city for a quick daygame session before I had to bounce. A girl a year younger than me had actually asked me to go see a free outdoor gig in the city with her that afternoon, but I had to blow it off. I’d already seen the band before anyway.

This was all because today was the day that universities sent out their admissions. I missed my first choice by literally the skin of my teeth, I was a bit pissed at first but then I realized how ridiculous it was to be upset about getting such a good offer from my 2nd choice. I’m still pretty sure I’ll get my first preference in subsequent offer rounds in the coming weeks anyway, but I don’t think it will make much of a difference to my postgrad employment prospects.

One thing I don’t like is that my high school along with most of the other schools whose circles I frequented are essentially feeder schools for the university I got into which means having to see people you’d rather not see again and put up with all that high school drama, which I think would’ve been less so at my first preference. That said, the larger social circle might be an advantage for university game and there’s so many kids going there that hopefully everybody I want to avoid will just get lost in the crowd, so to speak. I chilled at home for a while before I headed off to small gathering.

Hell Of A Life by Kanye West

7:30 PM

Aside from yours truly, it consisted of the male Host who is a close friend of mine, two girls (one Brunette, one Blonde with glasses, both with big tits) who are bestfriends and a chubby guy, all of whom go the Host’s school.  More kids were invited but didn’t turn up. I’ve met the Brunette once before but didn’t speak to her much. I’d never met the Blonde, she had a boyfriend who was not present that night.

I found out later on in the night that the Brunette once had a threesome involving a girl I’ve fucked. I dated a girl from their school a couple years ago as well, so to borrow some PUA lingo, I had pre-selection on my side that night. I should add that the Brunette got accepted into a Medicine degree earlier that day, while the Blonde and I will be sharing a few classes together over the next few years.

We basically all just drank and mucked around in the Host’s bedroom. The Brunette kept doing teasing lesbian shit on the blonde over and over. I got very physical with both throughout the night, but didn’t try and kiss either with everybody else in the room. At one point the Blonde pinned me to the bed while squeezing my chest underneath the pretext of being mad at something slightly sexist I said, needless to say that was the moment I knew she was attracted to me. The chubby guy left before midnight, so the rest of us watched Superbad in the living room. Although the Blonde was hotter, I sat next to the Brunette because I figured she’d be easier (being single and having had a threesome in the past and all), the host had the Blonde. He tried and failed to kiss her a few times during the movie.

12:30 PM

The Brunette kept stroking my hand and arm while it was around her, we made out before I pulled back to save the seduction for later. The Blonde didn’t notice. After the movie ended the girls got changed and decided to sleep next to each other on a super comfy rug in the living room. The Blonde invited me to sleep in between them, the host ended up joining in and we ended up all sleeping on a makeshift bed on the living room floor.

My friend was next to the Brunette, who he turns out to have a bit of a crush on. I felt a little bad when he told me having just kissed her, but oh well. I started whispering to the Blonde while the other two drifted off to sleep, turns out the Blonde’s a virgin, which came as a complete shock to me. I asked my friend about it in the morning, and he confirmed it. Then again,  there’s nothing too shocking about a girl being a virgin at 18, I had just assumed she wasn’t.

Roughly 3 AM

I ramped up the touching as we talked and went into for the kiss a few times before I actually got it, she kept backing off and mentioning her boyfriend. We played a little game where we teased the shit of each other by keeping our faces millimetres apart, most of the time when she kissed me she kept it extremely light and brief, which created a fuckload of sexual tension, to the point where I couldn’t help but go in for the sloppy makeout, which she reciprocated. We stopped and started that process a few times over. I went back to square one each time I faced too much resistance, correcting the mistake I made with the Swedish girl on New Years. The furthest I got was making out and feeling up her tits a lot under her shirt and attempting to finger-bang her a few times. Despite the Blonde’s tall lean frame she’s an E cup and her nipples were bloody gigantic. They were the largest pair of breasts I’ve enjoyed so far.

She probably said “I have a boyfriend” or “I can’t” at least 50 times, I would just say “I know” or “Cool” and keep on escalating. She admitted that she was mainly saying “I can’t” to remind herself and not me. Ha. In hindsight, I really should’ve told her that we needed to move into another room under the pretext of not waking up the others before undressing her and going for the notch, but even then I don’t think it would’ve worked. I still should’ve tried anyway. Don’t know why I didn’t.

4 AM

The last time we made out she wrapped herself around me tight enough that she could probably feel my hard-on pressed against her groin which I think put her “Anti-Slut Defence” over the edge, a minute or so later she freaked out a little and put an end to the heavy petting for good, so we just slept. Considering that she has a boyfriend and is apparently a virgin, I think I did pretty well for myself since I had just met her that night and she’d also stopped drinking  around 4 hours before we started going at it on the floor. Even though the Blonde was better looking, it might’ve been better if I’d ended up sleeping next to the Brunette instead.

11 AM

We woke up and the girls had to leave pretty quickly. Going for the morning bang just wasn’t an option. I sensed some buyers remorse from the Blonde over her boyfriend, the Brunette was much sweeter to me. Or maybe that’s just their personalities, seeing as I barely know them. I wonder if they told each other that they both made out with me, I would’ve paid to see their reactions when they realized. The host seem a tad butthurt that I’d kissed both girls and he hadn’t kissed either, I wonder how mad he would’ve been if he found out that I once fucked a girl who then went on to fuck him a couple hours after I was done with her. What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him…

Seriously, she fucked two close friends in the space of 2 hours, and she wasn’t even that drunk. That’s the definition of a bad bitch.

Clique Ft. Big Sean & Jay-Z by Kanye West

Until next time,

Starting Young & Aiming High

The Date

Arranged meet up with Swedes (from the end of this post) on Friday before New Years Eve. Tengen had a date so I asked an experienced wing a few years older than me with an apartment in the city to wing me. We daygamed for a while first before we met up with them. I had the hotter, tall slim brunette, he had the short blonde cockblock. Went to a bar, the drinks there were not strong enough. I’ve taken girls there before and got them them drunk but they were mostly teenagers not 21 year olds, won’t go back there again.

Bounced from there to his pad and chilled on his couch. My wing took his girl upstairs to “look for cards” for a drinking game and stalled up there. Madeout with mine on the couch, before we all played some drinking game in his room but we only had beers in his pad. The girls were nowhere near drunk enough, mine rated her drunkness as “2/10″.

I can’t remember much of the rest now, but we realized we wouldn’t be able to fuck them so we took em back home. Tried to sneak up into their hostel room, but the blonde kicked us out of their reception area after a few minutes (I used Roosh’s bathroom line to get us in). As my wing for the night was more advanced than me, I asked him for critical feedback after we left their hostel. He basically said my game was fine except that I kino’d too much too early on the street inbetween venues and so forth, and that he knew early on the girls weren’t DTF.

The Gig

Saw Two Door Cinema Club, opened by The Vaccines and The Jungle Giants. I obviously wasn’t just there to game, but ended up socializing with at least half a dozen different girls. One girl who is in my vicinity virtually the whole night told me she knows me, I didn’t recognize her at all. Turns out I’ve fucked one of her bestfriends and we’ve been to some of the same parties. I’ll be seeing both of them again at another party this Friday.

Overall was a dope night. Two Door were the best live act I’ve seen so far. When I left I was on a nimbus of exhilaration. I ditched people to go meet Tengen in the city to grab some much needed food and drink before I went home.

Undercover Martyn by Two Door Cinema Club

New Years Eve

Daygamed with The Russian and The Ukrainian. Shit was packed. Met up with the wing from the date with the Swedes and we all bought a shitload of booze and left them in his pad. I took 2-3 vodka shots before I left because everyone else did, even though I was planning on staying as sober as I could get away with that night. We split into pairs and I streetgamed with the older wing. Never done that tipsy before, so much easier then doing it sober it’s literally like using cheat codes.

The Midnight Kiss

We combed the city streets as we made our way to the central square of my city which was packed to the brim with people. Wing had to piss badly, we sprinted to the toilets and back up. Got back to the Square with a minute left. I frantically led us to go find girls, seconds after midnight struck I saw three hot women in their mid 20′s. I rolled up, grabbed one, said Happy New Year and kissed her. Midnight kiss accomplished, we bounced from the Square back onto the street.

The “After Party”

After that we texted the Swedes, but the mobile networks were overflowing with Happy New Year texts that each message took 20-30 minutes to get through. We streetgamed multiple drunk young sets, shit was going well. Number closed a few and tried to invite them to the pad to get a real party going. However an hour and a half or so later we ended up running into them on the street as they were making their way back to their hostel. We stopped them and talked to them for a while. Both were quite drunk, mine especially. We just gamed them on the street shooting shit and teasing for a while. My wings game really came through, need to go out with him more often.

My girl kept asking where the “after party” was and how many people would be there because we told them we were going to throw one at his apartment. The Russian and the Ukrainian randomly came past with a group of four girls they were trying to game, they ended up sticking with them and losing them before they could get them to come to the “after party”. The two of us walked the Swedes to his pad.

Along the way, my girl was giving my heavy interest, grabbing my ass, leaning into my face to talk to me and kiss my cheek, randomly running her hand up my shirt to grab my stomach and taking a lot of selfies of us. I thought it was fucking on.  We had to walk from one corner of the downtown area to the other so the girls were getting sick of it by the end (20-25 mins at a leisurely pace with interruptions).

By the time we’d gotten close the previously sexual mood was gone because of their frustration. When we got to his pad, my wings girl literally sat outside of the front door and wouldn’t go in, so he occupied her there while I led mine upstairs.

She’s A Riot by The Jungle Giants

The Bedroom

She went into the bathroom while I made us shots (I actually poured water into mine in a bid to be as sober as possible). When she came out, she refused to take hers even after I downed my fake shot in front of her. It was then that I realized things weren’t going to go well. I led her to to the couch, we sat down and she put her legs on my lap, talked for a bit, made out. I was expecting her friend and my wing to come upstairs any second, either to fuck or for her to take my girl with her so I knew I had to isolate to a bedroom.

Thankfully, none of my wings roommates were home that night. I used the excuse of finding a charger for my phone to get her into a bedroom and she jumped straight onto the bed. After pretending to plug in my phone, I lay next to her as we browsed photos of her travels through Australian before I took it off her and made out with her again.

I swung my body on top of her and continued. However, I made a critical mistake of escalating too far too fast. In retrospect, the knowledge that her friend could come in and cockblock any minute made me feel I only had limited time in which to get the bang, so I pushed for it instead of relaxing and taking my time. The fact she refused to take a drink inside should have alerted to me to go slower.

I started grabbing her bare ass from behind (hand down her shorts) too early and she resisted. Then, I made the dumb mistake of moving my mouth down to suck on her tits instead of backing off with some push/pull and restarting. I got more resistance, she wouldn’t let me take off her shirt or bra.

I continued trying to caveman it, it blow up in my face. Tried to go for her pussy, this time her blushing playful no’s turned serious. She said she had to back to her friend so she got up off the bed and so did I. For some reason then ducked down to the floor so her face was at the level of my crotch, she was probably trying to pick something up. I then quickly decided to do a move I’ve been meaning to try out for a while, whipping out your dick and asking her to blow you as a last resort move.

By the time I whipped out my cock however she had stood up again. Her face lit up in shock, I told her to blow me, she touched the head of my cock with her fingers for a moment before saying she had to go and dashing out.

I put my boner away and walked out with her. My wings ability to occupy and entertain the cockblocker for so long is a testament to his game. Best wingman ever. We led the girls halfway back to her hostel before The Russian called and told us to meet him and The Ukrainian in the middle of the city centre which at almost 4 AM still had a lot of young people. We ate and decided to call it a night. As we headed back we opened a few random sets but nothing was happening. Randomly passed by the teenage Brit from from these two posts (Summer Week One and Flakes, Random Encounters & Exam Results) as she and her new boyfriend left a club after seeing Flume play.

2013

I wonder how the night would’ve been different if I’d gone to that club instead (as I was originally planning to) or ditched meeting the Swedes and pulled another group of girls to the apartment. Got back fell asleep at like 6AM. All in all, a good night with some great lessons and experiences. Can’t fucking wait till I get the pad. 2013 is going to be an amazing year. I feel like real life and my journey have only just begun.

Someone Great by LCD Soundsystem

Until next time,

Starting Young & Aiming High

Tengen from the Roosh V Forum arrived in my city on Christmas Eve but I had plans that day and on Christmas Day, so I couldn’t meet up with him until Boxing Day. We daygamed, had some drinks, daygamed more. Up until the end there was nothing notable, just a lot of tourists, a couple awkward moments boyfriends turning up halfway through my some of my approaches. A few hours in we were standing at ledge looking over a river and I spotted three girls who were definitely tourists lying on the grass by it soaking up the sun. We sat near them and I opened them trying to guess where they were from by their accent.

Two were Dutch, one was German. The two Dutch were leaving the next evening, the German the day after. We talked for a while and we agreed to meet up later that night for drinks. Tengen and I then went back to his hotel room, drank some more then got dinner. Afterwards we checked out a casino then as we were walking on a promenade I spotted two friends from school, one of whom was a big time player. We joined them for a drink and shot the shit about school and girls for a while. After that, we met up with the 3 Euro girls and took them to a bar.

Funny enough, right near the bar I ran into two old friends who’d just been to a movie and talked to them for bit. I take it you’ve noticed from reading my blog that every time I go out, I run into a shitload of people I know. It’s crazy.

We took them to a chill bar close to Tengen’s hotel, split 3 cocktail jugs between us. It was fun and flirty, in hindsight I think we should have been more physical in the bar, the furthest I went was placing a hand on the hottest girls knee towards the end. Other than that I think everything went well there. After we finished them, we went back to Tengen’s hotel room. We forgot to tell them where we were taking them so they were a bit surprised when we arrived at the front of his hotel, but they didn’t raise any objections. Once we got into the room, we got started on the many many bottles of wine Tengen had. In total I think we had almost four bottles between the five of us including Tengen and I’s drinking before hand.

We drank for a bit, then started playing a drinking game called “Fuck the dealer” that one of the girls suggested. Unfortunately drinking games don’t really work with wine because when it’s somebodies turn to drink they only take a sip that doesn’t get them drunk enough. It would’ve been much much better if we had vodka or tequila to do shots off. By the time we finished the game I was wasted after having been drinking for most of the day and just being a lightweight. By this point, the hottest girl (one of the Dutch ones) was quite inebriated and I noticed that she had an engagement ring on… Anyway, when that game ended I suggested we play Truth or Dare. Unfortunately, the other two girls were not very much into the game.

I think the other Dutch girl could’ve let loose if she was drunker, in the initial approach she said a few times how much she wanted to party before she left my city,  while the German seemed more uptight. The age gap might have had something to do with that. She was 27 while Tengen and I said we were 22 (the same age as the Dutch girls). In hindsight, we should have taken them to another bar to get more alcohol in them and escalated more there to get the sexual vibe going before we got to the hotel.

The girls kept on picking Truth, but Tengen and I always said Dare. The girls made him run up and down the corridor of his hotel room in his underwear, and somehow I ended up being made to give lap dance to the hottest girl. I should’ve taken off my briefs and gone fully naked, but I didn’t want to because doing the dance killed my hard on. At the end of the dance I kinda fell or lay down on top of her and we fell back onto the bed. I decided to just go for her right there and then to try and get everybody to join and initiate an orgy like Tengen and I had planned before.  She was laughing and smiling but saying no as I went to makeout with her, so I just kissed her face, neck and cleavage.

Her friends watched and raised zero objections to this guy they’d just met being all over and on top of their friend while in his underwear, they did not try and cockblock at all. After that we sat next to each other on the bed and I got really physical before I tried finger her from behind but her shirt went so far down that I wasn’t able to slip my hand inside her panties while she was sitting down. A later attempt to get to her pussy from the front met with heavy resistance, maybe because it was in full view of her friends.

Slipped my hand down the front of her bra, she didn’t care.  Considering that she was flirty with me from the initial approach, was making that sensual eye contact with me a ton and was quite drunk and raised no objections to almost all of my physicality as I sat next to her on the bed, I reckon something could’ve happened had her two friend not been right opposite us. Her being engaged might have had something to do with it as well.

By this stage I realized that I wasn’t going to fuck her, let alone fucked the other two with Tengen in an orgy. Reaching a stage where all the guys are in their underwear but the girls are fully clothed was a bad sign. I should have just found a way to have gotten my girl up and led her into the bathroom and just gone caveman or whipped out my dick and tell her to blow me. Next time.

Sometime after midnight the German girl said she wanted to go soon because she had to leave her hostel at 8 am. After a couple more rounds of truth and dare going nowhere she decided to leave. Tengen and I got dressed and then we got her a taxi. Leaving us with the two Dutch girls. Against the objections of less hot one, we decided to walk them back to their hostel. I was so drunk by this point I was stumbling. When we got to the hostel lobby I saw a hostel bouncer type chick at the door and realized Tengen and I wouldn’t be able to get in. Went in for the kiss again in the lobby. Rejected. We bounced, headed back to Tengen’s room to take a fucking piss and relax. On the way I realized it was only 1:30 AM, too early in the night to call it quits.

All My Friends by LCD Sound System

After his room we grabbed food and ate it inside the main train station. As we left, two young girls were walking past. I was so happy to see girls still out on a completely dead early Thursday morning that I was instantly super physical. They were 20 and from Sweden and were heading back to their hostel after a night out. We decided to walk them back to their hostel, I took the hotter one and was touching a lot. I should’ve done the same thing with the girls on the way to the hotel. As we stood there outside the station I put my arms around mine from behind and rubbed my crotch and boner up and down her tight ass which lined up perfectly with my crotch due to her height. In my drunk mind I thought about fucking her from the back right then and there (as you can guess, I was horny after the prospect of an orgy).

We told them to come back to his room, they said no. I decided the only option with any chance of fucking these girls was to walk with them back to their hostel. Anyway, she was drunk and quite into me, held my hand, wrapped her arms around me and gave me her jacket because I was shivering from the 3 something AM cold. In my gut I knew that if I could isolate her with persistence something would happen. I purposelly led us on a wild goose chase back to their hostel in an area next to the city. I was trying to make the girls give up on finding it and just head back to Tengen’s room but the less hot girl was less drunk and roughly knew the way.

I Facebook closed her along the way because she only had a Swedish mobile number. After ages of walking, we arrive at their hostel and for some reason I decide to lead them into the McDonald’s across the street because they mentioned they were hungry before. Big mistake, them getting food  killed the whole vibe we had going. We went to their hostel and I asked to use the bathroom as an excuse to get inside.

Once Tengen and I came out, we rejoined the girls and talked for a bit. The less hot one walked off and stood outside the elevator they were going to take, giving my girl and I a moment of relative privacy and I kissed her. Her friend didn’t seem to care at all. I should have asked if I could sleep in the spare bed in their hostel room because of the pain and distance of walking back to his hotel. From what I saw, their hostel didn’t seem to have any security to prevent guests from staying over. If I was sober I know I would have thought to try.

Tengen and I walked back to the hotel. When we were close by, we spotted a woman in her 20′s walking all alone. I opened her, and she joined us on our walk. She was heading back to her place in a neighbourhood next to the city and had work 6 hours later (I think it was around 4 AM by this point), hence why she’d left the Boxing Day party she was at early and by herself. 3 or 4 mins into the set, we reached the hotel and I invited her up to the room for a drink she said no and started walking off. I tried to number close her, she kept walking. We went back into the room and crashed.

While the results of the night left a lot to be desired, all in all it was a pretty sweet night and I had lots of fun. I really ought to do more late night street game. All in all it was a promising first night of going out with Tengen. We have two more weeks together to do some damage. I’ll inbox the Swedish chick and meet up her before she and her friend leaves later next week.

Costume Party by Two Door Cinema Club. Can’t wait to see them on Saturday

Until next time,

Starting Young & Aiming High

Apologies for not updating the blog in the last few weeks. I can’t even remember half the shit that happened, I quickly forget all the small details of each time I go out if I don’t write it down the next day, and keep in mind most of the time I go out I game 100% sober…  Massive lack of motivation set in, I daygamed as much as I was before, but went clubbing less because of wings bitching out. Then group think would set in and pretty soon I’d be home fapping instead. I need to go club solo and get over that fear. I got a few numbers over week 3 and 4, less than 1 and 2 but they responded at a higher rate.

One chick who was quite keen to meet up asked to reschedule our date till after Christmas or New Years because her mum had a stroke and she’s taking care of her. I’m pretty sure she wasn’t making that up, but I think the length of time passed will cause the attraction expire and I probably won’t get to see her, which is too bad because she set off my slut radar quite hard. The rest of my daygame numbers either never responded, turned down meeting up or in one case, agreed to meet up but then didn’t respond to the next text, something that’s happened to me a few times before.

Another minor bummer was a girl my cousins introduced me to when they were here. A  Lebanese Australian girl who was staying in my city with two friends in a very well located hotel apartment that would’ve been perfect to pull back to. They were staying longer than my cousins were, but wouldn’t go out at nights because one of the girls in their group hates bars and clubs. I saw them a few times in the city but could never get them into a venue with alcohol or isolate her alone. When they went back home, the Lebanese one who was the hottest and (I think) easiest of the group told my cousin she liked me. Bad luck.

m.A.A.d City feat. MC Eiht by Kendrick Lamar

I think the plummeting motivation of my group has something to do with our move out. It dawned us it might take as much as 6 months to move into our apartment, even though recent events have made me optimistic again. Added to the fact that I was supposed to spend a month living in a relatives apartment right next to the 2nd largest nightlife zone in my city while he went overseas before my parents put a stop to it, it was non-stop bad news. One wing who had no problem going out before now says he’s only willing to put up with going clubbing once a week now because of his 1 hour each way commute into the city.

The following is the stuff since my last post that I actually wrote up afterwards, all the others have been forgotten. I can’t remember which week this happened (when you’re unemployed and on holidays time seems to roll into one massive blur). Oh yeah, at some point during the last few weeks I had a drink and daygamed withlocal  Roosh V Forum member bonkers.

Friday night:

Night street gamed with The Russian. I took him to the rooftop bar I went to last time because he wanted to check it out. Once again it was filled with older people. The last time I was there I felt like total shit, but after my 3 or so approaches (the youngest was probably like 25 or 26) there I felt super in state and warmed up as we left.

Went back to our usual Friday/Saturday club. The older wing who took me to the rooftop spot and the guy who introduced him to me arrived at my suggestion.  One of them told me “Half the girls in here look 13″. Ha.  Met a dozen people from school. Also ran into a girl from a house party who came onto me like crazy, I turned down the sure thing because she was too unattractive. She was a bit chubby and had the pasty inbred look that I often see in British tourists and girls from rural Australia.  The girl she was with claimed to know me and when I have her as a friend on Facebook, but I swear to God I’ve never met her before in my life.

They played the first half of Crystal Castles debut album in the club. Just had to mention that… I opened a two set,  tall hot Asian girl average White girl. I went for the Asian as she was hotter and my wings (the ones my age at least) only ever approach white girls, but when she asked The Russian and I’s name, she asked him his name first and was clearly more into him. We suspect it was a combination of her being taller than me in heels and his great height, plus Asian girls luving dem sum white boyz. We basically swapped girls. Turns out the they were 17 and 18 and went to a school near mine. Turns out the white girl and I had been to a few of the same parties and a guy I know used to fuck her.

Crazy enough, she had also been at the Tame Impala gig the week before and was in the front row, she whipped out her phone and showed me a selfie she and the girl she went with took, my face was clearly visible in the background. The chances of approaching a girl I have so many connections with is absolutely absurd.

The 16 year old British girl I met there a couple weeks ago (the one whose Spanish friend the Ukrainian kissed on the street) was there. We had agreed to meet up before my cousins came but due to the visit I never set it up. I barely recognized at first, she looked at least a full point hotter than I last remembered her. She was super excited to see me, and then introduced me to her brand new, 6 day old boyfriend. If only I had met up with her earlier… Bad luck once again.

I was in the smokers area out the back at one point and she came near, I picked her up and carried her away from a friend, the look on her face was described by The Russian roughly as “fuck this makes me attracted but I don’t want to be attracted to you because of my new boyfriend”. I think my talking to other girls made her jealous, she came up and interrupted me and a 24 year old as we canoodled on a couch but I told her to get lost.

Saturday:

The Russian bitched out of going out because he didn’t want to put up with an hour each way on public transport. The Ethiopian was at a club with school friends very far away from me while the Ukrainian has no ID and no plans to get one before he turns 18 in a month. The last couple times I’ve been without my regular wings I simply messaged other dudes and rolled with them, but this time I bitched out too. Looking back, can’t believe that shit. After the good time I had on Friday I was fully psyched for Saturday. This is what happens when you become too dependent on rolling with wings. 

Myth by Beach House

The only other night that I had written up in my Drafts folder was this one:

Daygamed. Met a daygamer I run into all the time who was with a 15 year old newbie who earlier that day got a blow job in a bathroom on a 3rd date with a girl his age he daygamed. That scrawny acne ridden kid is going to a motherfucking pimp when he’s older. Doesn’t hurt that his school is a slut factory. Went to a night market that evening. As expected, it was crawling with young women rolling in groups of 2′s and 3′s. The only males there who weren’t dads with families were with their girlfriends. Would be the perfect daygame spot were there more girls there alone and even better had the weather been good, yet it still drew quite a crowd.

As my wing and I were heading towards a station afterwards, we saw a group of half a dozen young girls in tight dresses in 5 inch fuck me pumps walk past. We decided to see were they would be heading at 9 something pm on a drizzly Wednesday night. We followed them into a club I’d walked past before but never been into.

We headed up, and upon arriving it turned out we were in an underage nightclub, fucking hilarious. Tons of super slutty teeny boopers.  I hadn’t been to one in ages, but I remember that every guy I know who went to them would be almost guaranteed at least a makeout if he approached enough. The wing wanted to bail but I wanted to stay and pickup some high school girls but he kept trying to leave.

After maybe half an hour of him following me around as I approached like a machine he finally just walked out of the place so I followed. I wish I had stayed longer. Underage nightclubs are sausage fests but the girls are incredibly easy despite the fact that a lot of them are sober. Teenage guys ought to hit them up to rack up some easy makeouts to build their confidence.

Results:

A couple weeks ago my exam results arrived. I did really well, I think I’ll be able to get into my first preference for university. Won’t find out for sure till early next year. On the day they came out a girl from school was on TV and in the newspaper with other super high achievers. I never realized she had that much time to study in between riding so many dicks. Nice girl though.

Monkey Riches by Animal Collective

Until next time,

Starting Young & Aiming High

Cousins – Vampire Weekend

Quick update on what I’ve been up to. As you may have noticed, I posted the first instalment of my weekly column on young guy’s game at Roosh‘s new blog Return of Kings. Checkout my first post, Being Popular In School Is Overrated.

Anyway, I was super busy for a little while and had zero time to update this blog. Aside from the last minute vicious cockblock on Friday, this week was pretty damn boring for “game” related stuff. I’ll write up week four in a few days and get back onto the regular schedule.

Sunday:

Daygamed. Can’t remember the details anymore.

Tuesday:

A 21 yo brit I number closed couldn’t make it to date as she was leaving my citythe next morning

Thursday:

Two female cousins around my age arrived from another city. That night went to a Tame Impala concert. The crowd was an eclectic mix of stoners and hipsters. While I was in line I started chatting up an unattractive girl infront of me and two hotties behind me. I told the later two I would save their spots in line as they went to grab food which turned out to be a bad mistake as the doors opened and I got into the venue before they came back, never saw them again. The gig turned out to be absolutely amazing though.

Solitude Is Bliss – Tame Impala

Friday:

A hot, slutty family friend a year younger than me invited me out to a sports match with her and her older sister. I brought my cousins along. After the match we went to a bar I really like (two of the girls used other peoples ID’s to get in) and got plastered. Caught transport back to sisters place, chatted up cute German who opened me on the way but she got off 3-5 mins in, would’ve been funny to close infront of the girls. We needed a long walk to get from our stop to their house, so we shouted down a taxi and packed 5 people into it, the FOB Indian driver didn’t realize till halfway but didn’t care. Best cabbie ever.

Got back to the sisters house, put on a movie and the younger sister and I did vodka shots. I escalated on the couch but kept it light because everybody else was in the room with us,  hand on thigh kinda stuff.  My two cousins then slept in older sisters bed while I asked the younger sister to crash in hers. We changed into PJ’s and she asked me help unclasp her necklace, as I did so I rubbed my boner on her lower back. She looked at me and smiled. It was 3 am by now, and her mum then came in and asked to talk to her outside, she ended up making her sleep with her in the parents bed. Vicious cockblock.

Saturday:

Had a dinner so couldn’t go out

Sunday:

Was showing around cousins more stuff in the city, for dinner we met up with 3 of their friends who’d arrived from their city. 1 was fat, 1 told me she’d rather “drink tea, play sudoku and go on tumblr” than go clubbing, leaving me with an ethnic Lebanese girl who seemed like a party animal type but had sworn on the soul of her grandmother to her mum that she wouldn’t drink in the week that she’d be here. They have a perfectly located apartment in the city, hoping to sleep other there after a night out sometime this week and go for the Lebanese girl. Unfortunately none of would go out during the week because 1 of them didn’t want to.

Monday-Tuesday:

More family stuff. Cousins left on Tuesday. Life goes to back to normal, as will this blog and it’s schedule.

Swimming Pools (Drank) – Kendrick Lamar

Until next time,

Starting Young & Aiming High

I turned 18 at some point this week, but am not going to say the exact day for privacy reasons. My main goal this week was to daygame a lot and do a lot of job hunting.

Be warned, this post is long. I decided to cut out my Sunday adventures this time and save it for next weeks journal entry.

Monday:

Crappy day. Didn’t go out to daygame, stayed home started and started watching that show Nip/Tuck. All I accomplished was some SEO related article writing I’m getting paid a little bit for. I told my two Russian/Ukrainian wings “we need to daygame tomorrow” on our Skype chat, they ignored it. I dropped the matter.

Tuesday:

Exact same deal as day before, except this time I got sick of not taking action when I’d been psyching myself up for approaching so much in the Summer. I told them I was going to daygame the next day with my Ethiopian wing whose the same age as us. Once again, they ignored the prospect of gaming.

Wednesday:

Solid daygame session. The Ethiopian and I had some nice long sets on tourist girls. We spent most of the session in and around the part of the city which gets a really heavy flow of tourists, in retrospect we definitely could’ve done more, there were some hot as fuck European girls we either didn’t approach or made a half-assed effort at approaching. Of particular note was two 21 year old fit blonde Swedish tourists we met while they were on a power walk in tiny black lycra (or whatever you call them) shorts which turned heads everywhere we went. We spent 20 mins or so with the girls joining them on their walk. They were pretty interested, restarting the conversation whenever it died down. Mine kept touching my forearm and commenting that she wished she could get more tan so she’d be dark like me, which in the back of my mind brought up a number of datasheets on the Roosh V Forum about Sweden…

At the end of the set they said they had to go back to their hostel to eat, they didn’t have their phones on them due to their attire and couldn’t remember their numbers, so I Facebook closed them on my mobile.  As of writing they still haven’t accepted which is odd because girls usually always accept Facebook requests even if they’ll go on to ignore messages. They left my city on Saturday.

Funny enough, when I got home I sent the Slav wings their FB profiles, turns out the two of them had number closed the same girls in the same area a week before but had forgotten to text them. For some reason the Ukrainian decided to Google one of their names (stalker much?) and discovered that she used to be some kind of professional hockey player back home. Looks like I won’t be getting to cross that item off my bucket list, yet.

Feels Like We Only Go Backwards – Tame Impala

I found it interesting that the number close I most expected to flake that day, a 26 (which is old for a backpacker)year old British backpacker (I lied about my age, but prefaced it by saying that I look quite young before she brought it up to make her buy that I was 25, the facial hair probably didn’t hurt, did a little spiel about how my youthful looks will be awesome when I’m in my 30′s) ended up setting a drinks date with me for Friday evening.

Meanwhile the girl I thought was the most solid close of the day: a very talkative 18 year old who’d moved here from Perth a year ago, who’d asked my name unsolicited a few minutes into the conversation and was trying to get tickets to the Tame Impala I’m going to next week flaked completely. You win some you lose some.

Thursday:

Insanely hot day, and by Australian standards too. Basically a repeat on Monday and Tuesday except I didn’t feel bad for not approaching due to the weather.

Friday:

Bitched out of daygaming today. The Ukrainian (who lost the ID he was using) and the Ethiopian are underage, and the Russian for no legitimate reason decided to pull out of going out that night. I considered staying in myself, but then said fuck it and messaged the player who’d approached my wings and I during daygame the week before. Turns out he lives really close to the city and offered to let me use his pad to pull anytime, which is crazy generous of him considering I only met him once, really solid guy. Unfortunately he had to work late so I arranged to meet up with another guy after my date.

I was supposed to meet the British backpacker at 9 in the city. She had a good body, dark tan and an  average face topped off by lesbianesque short hair. So not exactly a hottie, but whatever.

I asked her where her hotel was during the set and she told me which street it was on. The plan was that when we met up, I  would lead her to this bar with an interesting motorcycle workshop décor I’d just heard of. Which coincidentally just happened to be a mere 2 minute walk from where she was staying. It’s amazing how rewarding a minute of Google searching to find the  hotel and a nearby bar can be… I was going to try and bounce from there into her hostel (might’ve been difficult depending on their guests policy) and try and pull (might’ve been difficult if her roommates were in there).

Unfortunately I was getting ahead of myself as the girl never showed up. I called, she made some excuse that I couldn’t even properly make out due to the strength of her accent. This wouldn’t be the last time I’d hear from this girl, but I’ll save that for the next journal post.

It Is Not Meant to Be – Tame Impala (is it just me or does the singers voice sound exactly like John Lennon?)

Got a text message from the older wing saying he was now randomly on a 2nd date and couldn’t come. I then sat down in the city square thinking something along the lines of “Oh shit, my wings have ditched, my date has ditched me, I’m all alone in the city what the fuck am I gonna do”. I think getting flaked on for the date and freaking out about being out all lone threw me out of state. Anyway, he sent me the details of another guy, who after a little goose chance I found.

Accountant Hair:

He was much older then me,  a dreadlocked dude maybe as much as twice my age. The dude was an approach machine and was a fresh change from the guys I usually wing with who are my age and at my level. We did some street game for a little bit, but for some reason he kept getting “stonewalled” as he called it more then usual while for me it wasn’t any different. Makes me suspect that his hair combined with his clothes (t shirt and jeans) was putting the women on the defensive considering that it was a Friday night.

Speaking of style, he told me unsolicited that I was dressed well but need to mess up my hair more, a criticism I’ve gotten from very experienced guys before but still haven’t been able to fix. He went as far to say that I had “accountant hair”, which is definitely a bad thing since accountants are among the most boring people on the planet. My hair is  naturally an afro (runs in my family) when grown out but I keep it short because I don’t think the afro looks good on me.  Still experimenting with what works and what doesn’t.

Peep Show:

In between sets, the dreads player took me into this “peep show” attached to a Club X which was quite a bizarre experience. You walk into a dark booth suspiciously equipped with a paper towl dispenser and a small bin and feed a machine $2 coins to watch a (in my case 40ish year old) woman (I suspect a stripper) do a live show sex show through a looking glass. It was a weird experience, but I’m not going to lie after a minute or so I felt a raging hard on. I guess she passed my boner test… It was quite a surreal occurrence, it seemed like my wing for tonight has frequented the place a number of times before because he seemed to be familiar with the girl. Embarrassingly, I got stuck in my booth and was unable to get out of it, which would’ve been a colossal fuck up if he hadn’t opened my door for me from the outside.

Indian Race Trolls?

Three more wings that Mr Dreads knew turned up. They were all of Indian appearance, and despite them having may years on me I barely saw them approach. Maybe I’m crazy, but I felt my Indian Race Troll alert going off, which I find funny since I’m often mistaken for being of Indian heritage myself. Felt weird whenI number closed a 20 year old blonde Swedish au pair on the street as they all watched from nearby. One of them later asked me what type of girls I was into, and the way he went about it gave me the feeling that he wanted to know if I only dig white chicks. Interestingly, one also said that brown girls gave him a harder time in picking up then other races, which directly contradicts my own experience and made me wonder if he and other brown guys feel that way to rationalize mainly going after white girls. The three dudes later left having barely approached and not gotten a single number off the street.

The Rooftop:

Another guy then joined dreads and I, also of Indian appearance, but this guy had good game. Barely talkative to us, maybe because he was in state. We went to a building with 3 venues in one building that I’ve heard of a lot but never been to before because I know the crowd is a lot older than me. My wings and I walked actually past the place last Thursday night and decided not to go in because of that. The building had two nightclubs on the lower floors and a bar on the rooftop with dope views of the city. They didn’t even check my ID and there was no cover, which is a pleasant change from the $15 cover at my usual spot. Being 18 by this point, I’ll never again get that bad ass feeling of being a  in a venue underage.

I felt completely out of it up there, dreads told me that by going to the same venue and gaming with the same few boys I’ve been using them as a crutch like most guys use alcohol (I didn’t drink all night for the record). I felt like a beta chode again and I knew I just had to plough through it. I then did no more than 5  approaches going for the younger girls in the venue (ealry- mid 20′s) most of which were shit and barely lasted. Funny enough, the best one of the night ended up ejecting from me because I didn’t have a lighter and she needed a smoke, listening to The G Manifesto undoubtedly would have helped in that situation haha. It’s a good thing that I added the “Gold Floral Flush” Zippo to my Move Out shopping list. For the record, I only smoke when I’m trying to pose and look cool at house parties, and I guess there won’t be many of them now that high school is over. Ha.

Yet Again – Grizzly Bear

I really need to go to these chiller more mature bars more often (okay, maybe not the mature part). I’ve spent all my time in the big loud meat market dance clubs that my peers go to where there’s always girls around to approach and I can run caveman dancefloor game, not to mention talk to young girls. What is a good a venue for a dude much older than me definitely is not suited for a hip young thing like me . Hell I even saw some 40 year olds in the bar. It seemed like a “Friday night post work drinks” spot for the city’s office workers. Maybe it would’ve been more suited to me on a Saturday.

The Reunion:

Anyway, I felt like I was being a chode bitch following the more experienced guys around the rooftop. What’s funny is that I was born with a “million dollar mouth piece” yet I couldn’t transfer my talkative nature into the bar that night. I decided to bitch out and go downstairs and run more street game, figuring it would be a more efficient use of my time when really I should’ve stayed up there and kept ploughing. As I walked down, almost 10 people from my school came up the steps, predominately from last years graduating class who’d just had their first year  reunion. They didn’t find the bar to their liking either so they left and I went with them, which was probably a good thing considering it shortly began to pour down raining. We went to a classy lounge that wouldn’t let some of us in because we weren’t in dress shoes. It was close to 1 am now and they decided to catch the last train back home, I went with them.

Half a dozen more people from last years class joined us in the station, including some of my very closest friends from that year. We caught up on the way back, and after waiting for ages in the bucketing rain I ducked into a packed car driven by a driver who I discovered once I got in had a penchant for accidents and had been drinking that night. He was a tiny, smart Asian Medicine student which did give me some hope that he would be responsible enough to not get me killed. He dropped us off at a dudes house, and another dude who used to give me rides last year drove me back to my place in his BMW blasting hip hop and dubstep on his multi-thousand dollar custom sound system. Got home at maybe 3 am, had to call my home phone to wake up my parents because I’d left my keys at home.

I need to stop running into so many different fucking people I know when I’m out, it’s getting in the way of my game. Ha.

Saturday:

Woke up after 2pm, freaked out when I realized I’d left a total of four condoms in the breast pockets of my shirt overnight, thankfully my parents hadn’t found them before I got to them. Which is lucky because they’re conservative and give me a hell of a lot of shit every time they find my “contraband”. I decided to be nice and not chastise the Russian for bitching out of going out with me last night. Went to a dinner in the evening, was boring as fuck. Made up for it by daygaming the next day, but you’re going to have to wait for that story.

Baptism – Crystal Castles

Until next time,

Starting Young & Aiming High

In the interest of not feeling bad for not posting much, I’m going to do a journal entry of sorts this week. We’ll see if these become a regular staple or not.

Bulls on Parade (Team Awesome Remix) – Rage Against the Machine. Best dubstep track of all time

Tuesday:

Finished my last exam, chilled out to some XXYYXX and The xx in a euphoric daze then did some Internet SEO related work before I went out to the party I very briefly mentioned in my last post. To sum up the essence of the night:

+1 snl like an hour and a half ago from a small house party, really tall (taller then me barefoot) kinda nerdy but super freaky white chick who got introduced to me by the host. I used his room. I was expecting the party to be shit and lacking girls so I almost left my rubbers at home.

She was pretty cool, seduced me with some French (she went on exchange to Paris for a year) which was sexy as hell. She We rapped Freaks and Geeks by Childish Gambino (from this post) together when I put it on. I find that ironic because she soon turned out to be both… Got a double lap dance with her and her friend awhile before hand. Unfortunately they resisted my  multiple attempts at guiding their faces together to get some lesbian action going.

The host got mad as hell at me for using his bed, I lied to him and told him we didn’t fuck which was the right thing to do since I’ve known him since I was 12 and it seemed from his reaction like he has some feelings for the girl…  She dissed him for being in love with her as we got dressed. Hopefully one of her friends who peeked their heads in during doesn’t tell him the truth. Hell for all I know the chicks “bestie” and her boyfriend who took the room immediately after fucked in his bed too and he ain’t got a clue.

He told me after that my notch sucked his dick a few times in the past and went on bragging that he got further with her then I did which betrayed how butthurt he was about it. Sharing is caring, but the bragging made me LOL inside but I kept my poker face. Was quite amusing sitting in the lounge room while I waited for my ride as the night wound down opposite the girl and all her friends and their judgemental faces trying to make small talk.

Wednesday:

Texted my SNL from the night before, flaked. Did some daygame with my wings in the city. I did a lot of approaches, none went anywhere. A local player approach us after spotting us doing a group set, which was a good networking opportunity. During that conversation, the player who first taught me how to daygame who I hadn’t seen in almost a year saw me and approached us, we got to catch up a little bit and had a bitch about the poor state of some of the guys in our incestuous local game community.

Thursday:

Spent all day in the city in a training course so I couldn’t daygame. My two wings and I rolled out to a new club opening. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a colossal fuck up hipster freakshow. I don’t even mean the normal everyday hipsters who seem to dominate parts of my corner of the world, but the weird as fuck ones. Far too many girls in black lipstick for my liking. Also we also didn’t realize till a few hours before that the late night bus service wasn’t running that morning, which meant we’d have to stick the night out to the bitter end. The club was a small, hole in the wall type industrial joint in the basement of a building. Half the dudes were literally gay and there was a few lesbians as well.

We did a lot of approaches but didn’t really get anywhere. A lot of the girls were really fucking awkward. One of my wings almost got into a fight when the boyfriend of a girl he was talking to came up, the other one almost did with a gay hipster who came onto him super hard. We had to ask one of the bartenders to confirm that the club wasn’t actually a gay club after spotting gay party posters in the club, she said it wasn’t, saving us the embarrassment of unknowingly gaming in a gay club…

We’ll Be Coming Back ft. Example – Calvin Harris

One thing that tripped me out was these two girls I approached that turned out to be a lesbian couple. They looked very feminine and one was 30 but literally looked like 18 or 19. They were total outliers, everything about them was feminine, the way they danced, their voices, the way they dressed… No surprise then that the young looking one was easily the hottest and friendliest lesbian I’ve ever met. Yes, I’m sure they were lesbian. I saw them pashing later on in the night.

Anyway, we left the place after 1 am vowing never to return and went around to checkout a few other clubs. None of the ones which are lax on ID’s (my Ukrainian wing and I are using other peoples) would let us in without girls. The original club was winding down at 2 so we ended up camping out in a 24/7 McDonald’s fucking around in the closed off upstairs section until the trains starting running again at 5 am.

By the time I trained and bus’d it back home it was 6 am and the sun was out, a new day had begun.

Friday:

Woke up in the late afternoon groggy as hell from the sleep deprivation. I’d only had 1 drink the night before so there was no hangover. A few hours later we rolled out to another club, a meat market dance club which has a reputation for pulling a really young crowd and being carefree on ID’s. When we turned up at 10:30pm it was empty but was expected it quickly became packed. We stayed sober the whole night to save cash. As we walked into the club, two girls who went to my school last year were right behind me. One of them almost busted me by saying a bit too loudly infront of staff “Hey you’re not 18!”.  My Ukrainian wing ended up isolating the hotter of the pair (who had a boyfriend) but only got as far as licking her neck.

Anyway, we did a fuckload of approaches but I only got as far as grinding with a girl who I talked to for a while after. I probably would’ve gotten the makeout if I’d kept persisting going for it over and over. She was getting sleepy and told me she was afraid I’d rape her if she feel asleep. I told her I’d drag her to the rape van I had parked outside before she asked me to drive her home. If only I had the apartment already to bring her there… Her gay friend then turned up to take her to his place.

Breeze – XXYYXX. This cat was 16 when he made his dope as fuck album. The About You video is trippeh as fuark

In total 8 or 9 people from my schools previous graduating class (so they’d be all be 18 or 19) showed up, was nice seeing them again, a couple of them got a bit too excited lol… My wings and I left the club at 2:30 after having run out of girls on the dwindling dance floor to approach because my boys wanted to eat, but I didn’t. We came back in soon after and fucked around with the bouncers at the door for a laugh. The night was winding down now by 3, so we left for good. As we did, two girls I’d talked to earlier in the night walked out with us and opened me. A very hot Spaniard and a kinda weird Brit who said they were 18 but I think now were 17 and just finished their 2nd last year of high school. Somehow I ended up with the Brit while my two wings took the much hotter Spaniard as we walked to the buses.

I swapped details with the Brit who’d moved here against her will a year ago from London with her parents and misanthropically bitched and whined about it the entire time which was annoying as all hell.  One of my wings (the neck licker) made out with the Spaniard (who for some reason had no phone) before we all went our separate ways. The Brit started texting me less then 2 minutes after I left her. If we had our apartment (one building with a lot of suitable apartments available is literally one block away from the club) we could’ve easily thrown a little after party there with them and tried to pull…

Got home about 4:30 in the morning.

Saturday:

Woke up after lunch, much less tired then I was the day before.Australian summer is kicking in, I woke up sweating like crazy. The hot Spaniard had added me on Facebook (she must’ve found me off the Brit’s profile), so we’ll see if the Ukrainian will meet up with her later, but considering how short their interaction was, I doubt it.  The Brit texted saying she was going to some other club, I checked her and the Spaniards profile and noticed they were even younger then we are and 2/3 of us are underage at the moment. LOL.

Went back to same club we did the night before, but the Saturday is a lot less “swagfag” hipster (think guys  with shirts buttoned all the way up in an Obey or similar hat) and even more of a packed “meat market”. We chilled till it got even more packed and went to work, the furthest I got was briefly trying to give a tall, drunk “turbo” hottie a hickie on the dancefloor.  The Ukrainian got one make out, my Russian wing who so far had gone empty handed this week got 2 makeouts, the 2nd one he chilled with for a while. She was 19, bit thick for my tastes though. One girl I was vibing with immediately off the approach got stolen by a male friend right before I went to stick my down her throat, need to work on preventing that shit in the future. I was going to find her again later but that never worked out  because of the “incident” I’m about to describe.

On Top Ft. T Shirt – Flume

My wings and I have a running joke with the head bouncer about having to give him food to be let into the club. We left the club at 2 am because my wings were hungry. I caved into their behaviour and ate as well this time, McDonalds unfortunately… While we were there the Russian recognized a hipster dude from Thursday night and started talking to him. No surprise he turned out to be gayer then Perez Hilton.

Anyway, as we returned the bouncer once again made us wait outside due to not bringing him food and we shot the shit with him for a bit like we did the night before. This night however, he was keeping us out there longer then he had before, and suddenly the clubs manager turns up. He asks us why we’re standing outside his club and he looks me straight in the eye with crazy eyes, like crazily intense eyes and tells me to either bring the bouncer food or get the fuck out of his club. I need to get that level of eye contact Jesus Christ. We left considered street gaming it for a bit but our buses were coming very shortly so we called it a night.

I was butt hurt about not being able to approach more, especially because I have dinner plans next Saturday so I can only return on the Friday. The Ukrainian lost his ID (technically not his, but you know what I mean) at some point in the night so unless he finds a new one he won’t be able to go out for a couple months…  The Russian never got to number close the thick blonde girl he isolated in the lounge. In retrospect he probably should’ve fingered her when she sat in his lap in the lounge area. In retrospect I should’ve approached even more in the time I actually had in the club, you win some you lose some. I got home around 4 am.

Sunday:

Stayed home. Made a resume. Had a glorious fap letting out  almost a week of built up semen. Promising myself I’ll daygame more heavily this coming week.

HyperParadise (Flume Remix) by Hermitude.

Until next time.
Starting Young & Aiming High