The Natural

I’m in Byron Bay with my friends from Sydney, staying at a backpacker resort.
Me and my friend B-Mac met a girl while we were cooking, and started chatting with her. She was a backpacker from Britain, leaving in 6 hours. She gave us some of the food she couldn’t take with her; she was a bit nervous to be meeting new guys but overall it was a warm vibe.

She had the hottest body, really tanned from being on holiday, and a firm, delcious ass hugged by athletic pants like these ones:

This is just an example from google images, finding this picture took hours of ‘research’. I hate my job.

When we shook hands I did an awkward handshake that lasted too long and said “It feels kind of good though doesn’t it”. She brushed this off but I knew it had the impact of creating sexual tension between us.

A while later she asked us what we were doing in Byron Bay and I said “Hitting on cute British girls”, deadpan, while giving her flirty sexy eyes. She muttered something and looked at the ground, giggling slightly. I had made my intentions clear, and she had registered them.

It also said a lot about my frame and beliefs about women (I’m open and honest about my desire, I’m no judgemental, I’m a confident lover).

We agreed to go on a bush survival tour run by the resort, which was due to start in 15 minutes. Me and my friend had to go back to our room to get shoes, and she agreed to come with us.

Once there, the energy got very flirty, because I chose to escalate it. She was very relaxed in our room, sitting down on the bed and leaving all her stuff there for her to pick up after the walk.

She asked our names and I said we should just call each other by our cities because it would be easier. She said she was from Yorkshire and I said to pick a sexier name, which we discussed for a while flirtatiously, while my friend got ready for the walk.

“How long until the walk starts?” she asked.

“Five minutes…maybe we should just stay here and have a threesome instead…” I replied.

“Yeah!” she said, half joking with a touch of excitement.

We shook hands again for some reason and I didn’t let go. “How long are we going to do this for?” she asked hesitantly.

“Until it gets awkward. But it never gets awkward for me…”

After 20 seconds of holding hands I told her she should hold my friends hand too, which she did. She was holding both our hands and I said “We can be called the threesome club” and she laughed.

We all put our hands together like sports teams do and I said “to the threesome club!”

Here is the safest threesome pic I’m allowed to post:

We all walked towards the door, and I said “let’s do a threesome hug now” and she hugged me while my friend hugged her from behind. I had a raging boner and she could feel it. We held this hug for 10-15 seconds, and I said ‘This is weird…but it feels good…’and she agreed.

The tension was there, this was the moment, but I gambled on us being able to do it when we returned to the room after the walk, and said “Let’s go on this walk”.

As we walked out of the room I grabbed her firm ass and she flicked her hair and shot me a seductive glance: she was horny and she wanted me to know it.

The bushwalk guide gave us war paint to put on our bodies and she stuck out her inner arm for me to paint her. I put on the paint on her arm and sensually stroked her, and she grinned.

The bushwalk guide was really sleazy, I think he imagines that one day all the girls in the backpacking resort will fall for him and a scene like this will transpire:

The sexual charge between us was even stronger because it was our little secret. The bushman was then explaining how to make some sort of berry powder: “take the berries and mash them up…pound them, pounding, pounding, pounding” he repeated while slamming his fist into his palm. She giggled and I shot her a knowing look. “I have a dirty mind” she whispered, her face bursting with sexual excitement.

As the walk went on the tension between us drained away, and when we finally got back to the room, our other friend was in there, sick in bed!

Our logistics ruined, I suggested we go on a bushwalk, so me, B-Mac and the horny English girl set off into the dark woods.

The tension was gone and I could feel it, but it wasnt going to stop me from escalating. I did my best to salvage the vibe we had built before by taking sexy photos, hugging her, flirting, but her guard was up now. She kept difussing the tension and I could feel the moment had passed.

I walked back to my room, deflated and regretting all the sexual energy we never got to release.

She went to her room to pack. Later I was writing this on my phone alone in the kitchen, and she came to say goodbye. She had a distant look in her eyes, still trying to process what almost happened, and it was a strange goodbye as her bus was leaving.

B-Mac was unphased, largely because he felt like it was never going to happen in the first place. In his reality, he hadn’t lost anything because there wasn’t anything there to begin with.

But it was painful for me, because we had created such a strong sexual spark, and Rapid Escalation is such a huge turn on for me. I love the smashing of social and sexual paradigms that come with it, just two people (three in this case) throwing off all inhibitions and socio-sexual condition and connecting on an intense core and primal level.

In this sense rapid escalation is a spiritual practice for me, a peak experience of exploring the universe, my place in it and how I relate to other people’s energy fields, using sex as a medium to explore the nature of reality.

This is why it was so painful to miss this encounter. I don’t mind being rejected when I put myself out there, but I hate the feeling that I didn’t give something my best shot.

In this case I should have just thrown caution to the wind and pushed for a spitroast threesome right when it was there. If she had rejected me at this point I would have felt great, because showing my intent and escalating solidify my identify regardless of whether I get rejected or not.

I also felt bad because it was my responsibility to escalate this, and in a sense it’s my fault that she missed out on what would have been a very exciting sexual experience!

One simple principle which tends to get overlooked in the community, is the power of not blinking when you are cranking up the heat with a girl. Think about the Pressure/release principle in action here. If you are blinking constantly you are micro-releasing sexual pressure all the time, whereas if you are holding the gaze then massive amount of sexual pressure is being exerted…

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The following video is a metaphor for the difference between a PUA & a Natural.  Bill Hicks is my idol and is an undoubted legend in the standup comedy game.  He is interviewed by naturally funny Clive Anderson.  In response to Clive’s questions Bill digs into his canned material to get the laughs.  Clive on other hand always has a funny natural response to Bill.  By the end of interview Clive throws Bill a curve ball question about Montreal and Bill’s brain short circuits and he runs out of material.

“Let’s face it,  we’ve run out”
This sums up how the brain of a robotic PUA works.  They are always dipping back into their canned material in order to respond and please the audience.  Clive on the other hand, thinks on his feet and comes up with stuff that amuses himself.

I want to share with you one of the biggest breakthroughs I had in my development…

When we get into pickup, the language helps break down the entire process into a bite size structure. This is beneficial to begin with.

However lets look at the terminology;

Approach, Target, Open, Close, Sets, Disarm, Field Report, Wing-man…etc

We position ourselves in a metaphysical battlefield where the woman becomes the opposition; – we then adopt a command and conquer mentality, where we must DEFEAT her in order to WIN her.

You may argue that these words are simply semantics, but that’s not the case – the labels we put on things changes the meaning and our behaviour changes.

Let me explain, when we were young we would fall over and get up again.  Each time we fell, we experienced a mini failure which we took as ‘positive’ feedback and we calibrated until eventually we were up on two feet.  As we grew up we the word failure became a bad thing, and we were conditioned to believe failure must be avoided.  Therefore, the meaning of words is everything.

It may seem innocuous to use even the word ‘Approach’ – however when we use it, we are reinforcing at an unconscious level there is some form of risk or danger. We inherit a Success/Fail frame on every interaction, and the girl can feel that you want to defeat her by acquiring something from her.

To suggest a girl needs to be ‘Opened’, is reinforcing the fact that she is presently closed off to you and you are not currently worthy of her attention, and you have to to take calculated steps to break through her armour. Think about the sorts of things you open, a door, a present, a treasure chest.  It suggests they are the prize and we must work to gain something from them.

If we want to become successful with women, it is essential we lose this detrimental language and we start viewing women as women, not as objects.

We PLAY with them not WORK against them.

The pua lingo also  exacerbates simple unconscious processes into difficult conscious processes.
For e.g I asked one of my clients to get me a beer from behind the bar.
as he was walking off I said “Ive changed my mind, can you approach the bar, work around the obstacles, lock in, wait till you get a IOA (an indicator of availability from the barman), open him with a statement of intent to buy, then transition into the order, and close. As he started to panic i said ‘OR you can just get me a beer!’

Now think about your interactions with women, you can either take these strategic steps, or you can ‘just get chatting’.

Think about this with everything we do comfortably without thinking; driving a car, doing up our shoe laces, locking the front door. Now imagine trying to do these things broken down into meticulous, sequential, conscious steps.

To reach a point of mastery, you must be detached from the outcome and must lose this strategic mindset. When I go into an interaction, I see all women as open (adj.) and I share energy with her.  I work on being the brightest most present, emptathetic man i can be, which takes me out of my head and into the moment.

You will notice in my blogs I refrain from using the PUA lingo as much as possible and as you get better, hopefully you will too, and notice the difference in your results.

“These thoughts did not come in any verbal formulation. I rarely think in words at all. A thought comes, and I may try to express it in words afterward.” – Einstein

Hey guys,

I’m John, the official TNL London representative!

I love partying and nightlife.  Always have done.  It became somewhat of a trademark of mine, whenever I was high, to be sick on the dancefloor, (once over the shoulder of the girl I was grinding with!) As I stood over my splat one night I had a hedonistic vision of creating the ‘sickest’ club event in London. And so my events company was born – SICK ON THE DANCEFLOOR. It began with a party of 30 friends at a small gay bar on the suburbs of London, and within 10 events was pulling in 2000 people and voted 7th best night in the UK by Mixmag.

When I read the game and found out about the pick up community I was shocked to see there was a ‘strategy’ involved to getting with girls. When I split up with my ex girlfriend, I started to give it a go and to my horror I found I was getting worse with women – how could this be so! The pick up terminology treats interactions with women as some kind of military operation – approach, open, close, sets, field report, sarge. These words treat women as the enemy and exacerbate simple organic processes and create unnecessary pressure & anxiety. These words stem from a position of fear.  Each time you use the word ‘approach’, you subtley reinforce at an unconscious level, the belief that there is some form of risk or danger. Let me put it this way – You wouldn’t ‘approach’ your mum in the kitchen now would you? I resorted back to just going out and having fun and I started to get girls again.

It got me thinking about what it is to be an attractive man. The answer to me is PLAY.  As long as you are PLAYING, you are succeeding in PLAYING. You cannot fail because you are always achieving your primary result – to PLAY! When you do this you often achieve an overt secondary result too – which is the girl! It was a major breakthrough for me to go from being attached to the outcome and setting up a success/fail frame with women, to being detached and playful. When you do this, there is no such thing as rejection, and life becomes a buffet. I started my own coaching business in London called The Female Formula, using hands-on/fun workshops. I am now proudly working as the official London representative for TNL. So anyway guys, this is just a quick introduction to me and what I am about.

Expect more crazy, ballsy, and playful blogs & videos where I push the boundaries of pick up to show what’s truly possible.

Some people get the idea that because I’m a pick up coach, everything’s perfect and I never have to deal with rejection. On the contrary, through my job I’m often thrown into socially awkward situations that test my inner beliefs.

Last week, after my coaching workshop finished I was by myself at a bar. I approached a girl, we were chatting and her friend said “Uh, she’s with me…” so I introduced myself to her too. Her friend said “Uhhh…you’re making it weird”.

“Am I?” I asked the first girl. She shook her head and laughed.

Then her male friend stepped in and said “Hey buddy, next time you approach some girls, make sure you approach from a 45 degree angle.”

“Really? Why’s that?” I asked.

“Well, approaching from a 90 degree angle is too confrontational. Basic pickup stuff mate, you obviously don’t know about that though…” he said dismissively.

I turned back to the first girl and said “Were you startled?”

“No” she replied, giggling again.

“It seems your friends don’t know you that well…one said I was making it weird and the other said I startled you; both were wrong…”

“Haha true…anyway I have a boyfriend. But I really like your suit! Have a good night”.

It was a polite dismissal, sure, but I still had to walk away down the hallway, with 3 pairs of eyes on my back, two of whom thought I was a social retard/desperate loser by myself. And walk to where? I didn’t have any friends to walk back to as I was alone. In their mind I was a loser, a loner, a creep, a weirdo. And I was okay with that. From years of Social Freedom, I’ve come to realize that it serves me nothing to excessively worry about what some random people at a bar think of me. Their opinion of me, positive or negative, has no real long-term impact on my life.

In a short time frame, I was thrown from being in the role of confident dashing seducer, the sexy pick up coach, the social expert, to being that guy by himself at the bar, trying to talk to girls, being rejected by the group and walking off alone with his tail between his legs.

The reason that I’m able to excel in my positive traits and be my best self is because I’ve come to terms with the opposite of that reality. I’ve accepted that I’m not going to be this perfect character all the time and am comfortable being placed in the opposite role by a stranger. I accept that them thinking negatively of me has little impact on my life, but me WORRYING about it actually DOES have a big impact on my life.

This acceptance of the other side of the coin is what frees me to be the best I can be. Because I’ve accepted my Yang, my darkside, my fears of being a loser, a loner, a creep, a weirdo and come to terms with it, I no longer waste energy worrying about that. It no longer controls me or holds me back.

It’s a common problem I see with students. They want to get out there, be more outgoing, social and seductive, but they’re not prepared to face the other things that come with that: rejection, embarrassment, social tension. Accepting your worst fears and realizing they’re not so bad releases you from their control over you. I will never see those people from Longroom again, worrying about what they think of me serves me nothing.

I often ask myself “Will I care in 6 months? 6 weeks? 6 days? 6 hours?”

The answer is almost always NO!

‘I Don’t Give A Fuck’- Outcome Independence

I was telling a student that he needed to start facing his fears and showing more sexual intent. He asked me ‘So when I’m escalating, I have to just not care…’

My response was ‘That’s a very misunderstood mindset. It’s not that you don’t care. It’s almost the opposite of that…you have to escalate BECAUSE you care…because you care about being honest about your desires, because you care about showing your intent, because you care about letting her know you’re a sexual guy, because you care about validating her sexuality by giving her positive masculine sexual energy, because you care about taking action, because you care about pulling the trigger, because you care about facing your fears and communicating honestly and authentically with women….’

The idea that you just ‘don’t care’ is a bit misleading. Many guys use that expression when talking about their progress in overcoming their fears, but it’s impossible to feel nothing. Advanced seducers who say they ‘don’t care’ haven’t removed emotions altogether. What they’ve actually done is just replaced their fears with more constructive and positive mindsets. They’ve shifted their values and beliefs, and focused what they DO care about.

I care about letting this girl know she totally gives me a boner.

Moreover, trying to supress and ignore your feelings, brushing them off while telling yourself that you ‘don’t care’ is just creating internal friction and pushing the negative energy beneath the surface where it can express itself in other harmful ways. It’s not dealing with the problem at all.

When I get rejected after showing direct sexual intent, the reason that it doesn’t ruin my day is not because I don’t care, it’s because I DO care about things that are important to me:

-I care that I brought the interaction to a point where a rejection was required because it means I was out of the friend zone; I showed her what I wanted. My sexual intent was clear. I like being the kind of guy that has the balls to put his sexual intent out there, being a sexual badboy.

-I care that I faced my fears and pulled the trigger. It is part of my identity that I’m the kind of guy who shows intent and is direct about his desire. Compared to me when I was younger, I love the contrast that comes from me being so forward now.

-I feel GOOD about everything in pickup, both the ups and the downs, the ying/yang. The worse the blowout for me, the more stimulating it is. I’m happy with both the ying/positive side (sex, fun, socializing), and I’ve accepted and am comfortable with the yang/dark side (rejection).

-Instead of trying to ‘not care’, focus on the positives that you DO care about: being direct, expressing your intent, pulling the trigger, taking action, going after what you want, facing your fears to prove they’re irrational, feeling like a man by risking rejection.

Why I Don’t Kiss Girls In Clubs Anymore

I spent the first 3 years of high school having never kissed a girl. 3 full years of having people talking about who kissed who on the weekend every Monday morning. 3 full years of dreading being asked about kissing.

One time I dreamed that I had my first kiss and woke up feeling ecstatic…until the grim reality set in.

This meant that for the rest of highschool and for my first few years in the community, kissing was a MASSIVE deal to me.

It was the pinnacle of seduction success…if you could actually KISS A REAL GIRL in a bar, you were a GOD. I was so obsessed with kissing girls, and so validated when I did kiss one, I exaggerated their importance massively in my mind.

I would write pages and pages of field reports about the SUPER COOL MAKEOUT I TOTALLY PULLED OFF ON THE WEEKEND.

This led to me focus my whole night game style exclusively around makeouts. They were the easiest and fastest way for me to validate my sexual identity.

However, hardly any of these makeouts translated into sex.

Downside of makeouts: they’re hot goss….

Some of the best seducers I know won’t kiss a woman till they’re in private: discretion can be very sexy and exciting. It’s a sexual secret between just the two of you.

Gradually, the more makeouts I got, the more I realized they meant nothing. Over time, I started seeing it from a girl’s perspective. Many girls (especially the ones who are happy for a quick pash), have most likely kissed anywhere between 50-200 guys by the time they’re 20. For them, a pash is largely meaningless. It’s a bit of fun, it makes them feel sexy for a moment; it’s just part of a regular night out.

I’ve probably kissed 200-300 girls in the last few years, and for me makeouts have taken on the same status as they do for many girls: a bit of throw away fun that doesn’t mean much, and is nothing to write home about.

In the past year, I’ve noticed myself actually avoiding club makeouts: I much prefer to build the sexual tension up to a boiling point and find that kissing just releases it. For me it’s much more sexy for me and a woman to be discretely touching each other, running our hands over each others skin, her feeling my throbbing erection through my pants, than it is to be smooching in public.

This restraint is very sexy for a woman: she knows I’m able to deal with sexual tension in a confident way, and am not needy/clingy/desperate. It also makes her more compelled to release the sexual tension (usually by us having sex in the bathroom/some bushes/a laneway).

One interesting thing that’s been happening during my rapid escalations is that because I’m creating such an intense sexual spark but not releasing it, many women I’m seducing will actually initiate the kiss. This is a great example of Zanna’s conversational silence in action on a sexual level: when you leave the space it creates tension, which she feels compelled to fill (usually by propelling the conversation, but with a kiss in this case).

James Marshall creating subtlety and tension

In summary: nightclub makeouts are fun, can be a great way to boost confidence, and are great practice for escalation and trigger pulling. I encourage guys to go out and experiment, it will change your reality about what you can get away with and how fast you can get physical/sexual. But don’t get stuck thinking they are the end goal, or putting more importance on them than they deserve.

Written 25 March 2011
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As soon as I got to the Ivy I knew it was my kind place.

Instead of a male or female logo on the toilets, they all had both the male AND female logos on them, in a variety of sexual positions. One had the female one giving a blowjob, one had the  couple in a doggystyle position, and so on.

It was a really classy place, the top level had a pool in the middle which some of the sexy young ladies chose to swim in.

Me and James got chatting to a group of ladies. I was exchanging sexually charged small talk with a petite one in a tight white dress. She said “I’m a pretty docile person” and I said “but sometimes you like it rough” while giving her deadly intent eyes. We held eye contact for a veryyyyy long 3 seconds, the moment seemed to last for an eternity. The sexual tension reached a peak and she let it break as she breathed a sigh. “how did you know?! You know me already…” She gasped. I just smiled, thinking “how did I know what? That you enjoy passion and intensity during sex? You and the 99.99% of women.”

James ended up having a protracted whacky convo with her, she had a rule that she doesn’t give out her number when shes drinking, but she wrote his on her arm in mascara.

The next day he gets this text from “Dr Akeem Bernstien”. We spent the day trying to figure out who it was till we deduced she was the only culprit. What a whacky chick.

As we turned away from the bar, I locked eyes with a fair skinned, dark haired burlesque looking Madame, her bright red lipstick glistening like a film noir femme fatale.

I glanced away, and we looked back at each other again. There was an awkward moment as her group was moving, I was moving and it wasn’t clear what was happening, so I just motioned to her to come over and said “Hi”.

The next morning I told her “during those first few moments, I knew we would have sex. In a way, we already had energetically, it was just a matter of details from that point onward.”

We introduced ourselves and shook hands, and were standing 10cms apart so our bodies were almost touching. She kept holding my hand long after the handshake (didn’t let go for at least 10 mins). Good sign.

We had a pleasant conversation, I can’t remember much of what was said, but that wasn’t really important. Out voices were both dripping with seduction, drawing out our words, holding intense sexual eye contact, and leaving long energetically charged pauses.

At one point, maybe after 2 or 3 minutes of this sexual conversation dance, she asked if I was having a good night. I told her that the toilets in this place were so cool, and that they were designed for sexy liaisons, and asked her if shed like to come check them out with me. She politely declined, but kept holding my hand and the sexy conversation continued.

I was telling her about my habit of meditating in clubs. She told me I was crazy, but I told her that when I accept and transcend the intensity of the environment and all the associated internal dialogue, I actually go to the deepest point of immersion and inner peace/tranquility.

I let go of things like

- do I look cool
- do I fit in/belong here
- how’s my hair?
- am I looking like a chump standing here
-will that girl reject me? She’s way too hot
-it feels like everyone else here knows each other…
etc

And I’m also released from other bad habits such as checking my phone every 37 seconds, looking around franticly, talking to fast, excessive smiling, flitting around etc.

She got on board the meditation train and we began to do belly breathing together. We were still holding hands, staring into each others eyes, standing with our stomachs almost touching.

At one point she closed her eyes; I was so impressed, it showed how immersed she was in the moment. She wasn’t worried that people were watching. She wasn’t paranoid that people would look at us standing in the middle of a high class bar, embracing each other in some faux-eastern breathing trance with our eyes closed. she was just relaxed and vibing on the energy. ( as I wrote that my phone tried to autocorrect that to Viking. Awesome).

After another few minutes I said “want to go for a walk? ”

“where?”

“dunno, just around…”

She agreed. I spun her around so I was behind her, and wrapped my arms around her. We slowlyyyyyyy walked through the crowd, still in a trance. A group of glam girls watched us with envy and one of them said “omg you guys are sooooo cute!”

I told her to resist the urge to hurry through the crowd and we walked in unison (the only option really when you’re standing up spooning).

We walked down the stairs titanic style and walked towards the toilets.

This is where it got tricky. You would think, given the fact that the toilet signs not-so-subtly implied they were to be used for sex, that this environment would make a toilet pull a breeze. Wrong. Dead wrong.

The fact that the toilets were unisex meant that there was a horde of men and women all hanging out on the circular couch,  the girls waiting either for friends or the toilets to be free, and the guys swarming around all the girls.

I had been anticipating marching right up to a free toilet and taking her in, but given the informal line, it wasn’t that simple.

I leaned against the wall and pulled her in close, holding her around the waist and lightly tracing my fingers up her legs (damn her skin was soft!!)

As I’d lean in to talk my stubble would brush her cheek and ear. Everything I was saying and doing was slow, subtle, seductive and sexy.

I was telling her how cool it was when she had closed her eyes upstairs, and about how I used to have a problem doing that during the Masterclass meditation exercises coz I worried I was the only one closing my eyes and that everyone else was looking at me.

I kept avoiding extended eye contact coz I didn’t want her to initiate some makeout session, so I just kept whispering in her ear and holding her close (sometimes with 40 seconds of silence between talking) This went on for a good 5 minutes. We were still breathing together, she said “I’m so relaxed right now”.

I realized that the line for the toilets was endless and that the tension would die if we joined it, I knew id have to just push in. That made me a bit nervous.

I saw an opening and quickly led her in. Some asshole yelled “hey! There’s a line!”. ( there was maybe 2-5 people waiting, and about 10 toilets…not a real long line).

I locked the door, pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, she said “what are we doing?!”

I ran my hand up her skirt and started fingering her, she closed her eyes and was panting.

Some jerk (presumably the same guy) banged on the door, yelling to hurry up and that people were waiting, as IF there was some huge shortage of toilets. I take it as a projection of his jealousy.

This snapped her out of it a bit and she said “omg I can’t believe we’re doing this, you’re so bad…look what you’ve made me do! How did this happen?”

I figured (correctly as I later confirmed) that this was just part of the fantasy for her, being seduced and it being the guys fault/responsibility. The fact that she later took me home and drove me to work the next day is more than enough evidence to me that she was just playing up the “it just happened, it’s his fault!” theme for her own excitement.

She kept this frame all the way through to sex which was a bit of a turn off for me. That, combined with the guys yelling and banging on the door psyched me out a fair bit. Once I got the condom on, I could feel myself going soft straight away. I tried to shove it in, no luck. Too floppy

I pulled my dick out and put it in her hand “I need a little inspiration”. She gave me a dry HJ, I spat on her hand, and it helped a bit, but I got the most turned on when I started fingering her again and I could feel how wet she was and hear her moan. I turned her around, bent her over and shoved my face into the soft skin of her pussy from behind and ate her out for a bit.

Condom number two went on, I started going soft again and could bearly shove it in. I managed to get it in and pump her for a while but it wasn’t fully erect and wasn’t much fun.

It was hot visually though, looking at her seductive face in the mirror while fucking her from behind. She had an hourglass figure, and that sexy burlesque look of pure milk-pale skin under a dark skirt. Her pale round booty bursting out from her little skirt, with a tattoo on her ass cheek topped it off for me.

I wasn’t even properly hard but I felt myself ejaculate. I had the rare experience of faking my pleasure, as I knew that it would make the overall experience better for her if I seemed to fuck her hand from behind and blow a huge load. Much sexier than going “oh… Well, i guess that’s it then. I’ve ejaculated. Better dispose of this condom. Sorry for blowing so quick” or something lame and mood-killing like that.

We walked out and some hot shot male model in a classy suit said “well done” in a French accent.

We walked back to the bar and she bought me a drink. We were holding each other like a couple at this point.  She kept shivering and saying “I can’t be around you! You make me too horny…”

Every time we’d start touching each other, I’d get a boner again, but it fucking HURT! I think my dick was raw/confused by the weirdness of having ejaculated while still half soft.

She said “where are you staying tonight?” and I said “your place I guess…” her eyes lit up and she said ok.

We caught a cab which she paid for. After the first round of pounding back at her place she was still saying things like “how did this happen? I don’t normally do this” and “you’re bad, what did you make me do…”

The old me a few years ago would have taken all her comments “blaming” me for it on face value and made me feel like I tricked her. But now I see the bigger picture of how much she was driving it. she bought me a drink, asked me to come home with her (which I did, she paid for the cab) begged me to fuck her all night (which I did for a while but eventually had to sleep), and drove me to work the next day.

She seemed to just get turned on by the idea that I was a bad boy seducer who swept her off her feet in the heat of a passionate moment, against her better judgement.

I’m glad I was able to discern her token fantasy resistance from real resistance.

during the night we ran out of condoms. i always carry 6 condoms in my pocket with me no matter what im doing, even if i just walking to the shops. you never know. i used two in the toilet, then 2 more broke at her place and we used another two.

so even 6 condoms is still not enough hahaha.

Oh also in the morning I gave her the silent duck (4 fingers) while fingering her ass, in a 69 while she sucked me off. I blew all over her tits.

She looked like a 21 yr old hipster, but to my surprise she was 30!

Good start to my Sydney weekend.