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Anyhoo, a little while ago, this chick opens me on POF.
Her: Hey there! Having a good day?
About this time, I'm scoping out her profile: Thin, pretty, loves playing pool, 27 with no kids...and she's bisexual...like FULL-ON bi. She has a comment about how she is equally into guys and girls. Something about the way she words it tells me that she isn't one of those chicks that uses such things for validation. It smells authentic.
Johnny: Well, I'm a musician by trade, and since there's this unwritten law that musicians must work crappy server jobs between gigs, that's what I do. But it's not all bad. I work with some pretty cool people at least...So I see you like to play pool? Very cool...we should get together and play a few games some time
~Always get to this kind of talk quickly guys.
Her: nice... where do you work? and hell yeah, i'm always up for a game of pool! where do you usually go to play?
~Notice how I dodged the question about where I work. I didn't do it to be mysterious or well, dodgy, but that information is completely off track with creating a seductive vibe.
Her: i live over by (X part of town), off of x road. not sure what part of town that's considered... lol i've heard a lot about that pool hall, but i've never been there. i guess i ought to just go ahead and check it out. i usually just go up to the place up the street cause it's like 2 minutes from my house, but i'm getting rather burnt out on it. sometimes the drunken good ole' boys are a little too much to take.
maybe i'll meet you up there sometime.
~Specific names changed for anonymity's sake, but suffice it to say this chick lives right up the street from here.
Johnny: What are you getting into tonight?
Now if you guys excuse me, I have to be off to work. I'll report back tomorrow and hopefully be able to change that little F to an L.
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UPDATE
Apologies for taking so long to update, but as you'll soon see, between working and trying to sleep, I didn't have that much time to do this earlier today, as I had originally intended. I'll try to be as detailed as possible to make it up to you guys.
So I get off work and make my way to the house to brush my teeth. I shoot her a text to tell her that I'll be at the pool hall in 5.
Her: Ok, I'm still at the other place, just finishing a game and I'll be there.
Yeah, this chick is passionate about pool. It actually worries me a tad that she'll be a better shooter than me. As some of you may be aware of, one of the best tools in my box is my ability to play solid pool. See, most women are terrible at the game, so it creates many opportunities for me to DHV, kino, tease and overall create a sexual vibe. I won't get into the nuts and bolts of it as the techniques described have already been written in most of my past LR's, but if you still want to know what I do, ask and I'll reply.
I roll into the pool hall. The place is packed. A rock cover band is on stage belting out "Crazy Bitch" by Buck Cherry. The bar is full of guys and gals, young and old. Every pool table is being played on.
Hmm...lookie what we have here. Over at one of the pool tables, my ex girlfriend is playing a game with her boyfriend. Now, I don't harbor any hard feelings or ill will toward her. I'm happy for her and for him. Thing is though, every time her and I have ended up running into eachother since we broke up, she acts REALLY fucking weird.
I briefly consider going up to say hello to her and introduce myself to her boyfriend. Before I start to walk over though, I change my mind. The guy looks like one of those really insecure tough guy types. A low level alpha as Franco likes to call them. So I say fuck it and grab a beer instead.
I'm standing at the bar, downing my draft when I see a guy who is a mutual friend of me and my ex girlfriend. Real cool guy. Total down to earth natural and one of the only people from her social circle that I ever had any respect for. We'll call him Mike.
Mike rolls up to me, shakes my hand, smiles like the old friend that he is and gives me the half man-hug.
Mike: Whatsup dude!
Man, I love this guy.
I get a text from POF girl just then asking me to come outside. I pound my draft, tell Mike I gotta roll and head outside.
I step out the door and she's standing there. Straight auburn hair down to her shoulder blades, a cute face, black tank top wrapped around her thin frame, c-cup tits, snug jeans and black shoes. I notice she has a long thin case, slung over her shoulder by a carrying strap, which I assume to be her pool cue. Let's call her Allison.
Johnny: Hey!
And she puts out the hand for the dreaded handshake. I start to second guess myself for a second and think maybe she's not attracted to me. Fuck that though! I'm looking good in my jeans, black shoes, t-shirt and dark button up, completely unbuttoned, hair gelled up and spiked in the front. Hell, I look like a fucking movie star, albeit a toned-down one. I decide she's actually VERY attracted to me and maybe a little intimidated. Frame is king fuckers.
I shake her hand and hang onto it for a second as I stand there appraising her.
Johnny: So there isn't any tables open
We start to walk through the parking lot towards our respective vehicles. Time to do a little compliance building.
Johnny: Hey, do you mind if I ride with you? I have a headlight out and if I end up having a few beers, I don't want to get pulled over.
See, it doesn't seem like much, but it's a little something to get her invested in me. You put a woman to doing small things for you and those small things begin to add up to the overall frame of compliance. That doesn't mean that she's my little slave, rather it's me giving her the opportunity to express her femininity within the interaction with me. It's my job to lead women into this and as a masculine man, I take it very seriously.
Eventually she relents and we're on our way to the other bar in her car.
Johnny: I'm glad we decided not to stay there. My ex was in there with her new boyfriend.
Indeed I do. I'm liking Allison's company though. She's cute and seemingly pretty perceptive. I start to forget about any worries I had about not being able to use my usual pool table tactics.
We get to the other bar. We roll into the place and it's pretty packed as well. Cool thing about this particular spot though is that probably less than half of the usual clientele comes in there to play pool. Some of them do, sure, but mostly they just come in to listen to the music, get hammered and go home with some bar skank.
Johnny: So I hope you take it easy on me...I have a pretty fragile ego and I don't know how well I would take being beat by a little girl
We rack up the balls and the game is on. It's my first game of the evening, but she's been playing since the late afternoon. She plays in two leagues in town and regularly does tournaments. I gathered all this information from her POF profile. The girl is INTO playing pool.
Turned out not to be a problem though. I don't know if it was the fact that she was slightly intimidated by yours truly or what, but even with all of her skill (which I actually WAS pretty impressed by), I took her on the first game. Crazy as it sounds, I took her losing as an IOI. As AgentS might say, she ain't know how ta act!
Upon scratching on her 8-ball shot, I look at her and smile.
Johnny: Awww! You didn't have to do that to make me feel good! I know I got a fragile ego and all, but really! Play your game girl!
She laughs as she puts her arms up with an inviting gesture for me to hug her. I comply. For a second, I want to pick her up and squeeze her. Mmmmmm...tiny women...grrrrrrr
Allison: Do you want a beer?
She goes over to the bar and returns with a beer for me. I'm liking this girl more and more by the minute.
About this time, an older guy with a pony tail comes over. Apparently, he plays against Allison regularly in this place. She introduces us. Immediately, I like the guy. He's got the vibe and look of an old school motorcycle rider/gang-member. Real laid back gray-haired dude that looks like he doesn't take shit from anyone and confidently chill in the knowledge that he would never have to. The guy is an alpha from waaay back. We hit it off quickly. Game recognize game, or so I've heard.
We shoot a round. I'm really loving playing against all of this talent. It makes me step up and play that much better. Between shots, I'm going over to talk to Allison and get some kino in.
ie: touching her on the small of her lower back, stroking her hair
I end up beating the guy. We shake hands and it's Allison's turn again. She plays a little better but in the end, victory is once again mine.
The next guy in line to play (yeah, we were starting to draw out the challengers) steps up and racks the balls. I play good, but not good enough. I lose the match and go over to sit and chat with Allison.
Johnny: You want another beer?
She complies. As we stand there waiting on the bartender, I look at her and say
Johnny: So I have to admit that it's pretty rare to find a chick that plays pool like you do and is still, well--feminine
I put my hand around the base of her neck. I pull her in and kiss her on the mouth. Then I push her away and half backturn.
Allison: And he PUSHES me away!
Push/pull...it comes so naturally these days.
I get our beers. We make our way back to the stool next to the pool table where the challengers are dueling it out. Have I mentioned how good these guys are? It's fun to watch. It's even more fun to be part of.
I put some quarters up and it's soon again my turn. I'm really getting into playing. I'm pulling off three-rail bank shots and combos. Fuck the stops. They're all pulled out.
Between shots, I'm going over to the stool where Allison is sitting and kinoing her. She's reciprocating. We kiss a few more times. We start to take on the appearance of lovers.
She gets up to go to the bathroom. A few minutes later, I see her coming back. I look towards the door and I see HBPush/Pull, a booty call from last summer coming over. She sees me and lights right up. She comes over to give me a hug right as Allison is approaching too.
HBP/P hugs me and kisses me on the ear. I pull away from it as I don't want to be disrespectful to Allison. After all, we are kind of on a 'date'.
HBP/P looks at me with one of those 'wtf' looks and shortly after disappears. She's kinda skanky in her behavior anyway (which is why she was never more than a booty call to begin with) so fuck her. I've got bigger fish to fry. Starting with a little damage control.
Allison:
I pull her to me and lay a big wet kiss on her mouth. She tries to resist right at first, but soon relaxes and kisses me back. She starts shit-testing me.
Allison: You sure are a touchy-feely type!
And with that comment, she is once again putty in my hands. I'm sitting on the stool. She's standing between my legs, her ass pushed up against my cock. I bounce to the music and stroke her back as she rests her hands on my knees.
It's getting up on 2AM. I start thinking how cool it would be to bring this hot little thing up to the pool hall and flaunt her in front of the ex.
Johnny: Hey, I bet that other place has thinned out some...you wanna go check it out?
She does. We're on our way. It's only about a 4 minute drive. On the way, I start thinking about isolation logistics. While it may be true that my pad is only right down the street from the pool hall we're heading to, I still need some kind of pretext to get her to come there with me afterward. Turns out, she gives me exactly what I need in the form of small talk.
We drive past the lake that I live next to. As she glances out at the water, she makes the comment
Allison: I soooo want to go fishing some time soon...the weather is getting nice again
So we get to the other pool hall. We roll in with maybe 45 minutes left of drinking time. I grab a couple of beers. Allison grabs a table. The ex gf is gone. Oh well. Guess I'll just have to flaunt a hottie in front of her another time.
We start our game. She's playing better and is actually giving me a run this time. A couple of guys take notice and come over to our vicinity. Taking a cute girl that can run a table into a pool hall is apparently cause for much attention. These guys are like moths to the flame.
We chat with the guys. They buy us a round of drinks. They're nice guys and seem to be in awe of Allison. Like they're asking me all of these questions like
Guy: Does your girl always leave such a hard shot for you on purpose
I think to myself: "haha...'my girl'...I must be touching this chick the right way"
The place is closing. The owner comes over and tells us it's time to wrap it up. Perfect. We finish our beers and I say to Allison
Johnny: Let's get outta here
We roll up the street to my pad. I have a door leading straight to my bedroom from my back porch, so I lead her through it.
Johnny: K, so you gotta see this shit
I bust out the computer and proceed to show her this video:
Yeah...bet you didn't believe it either, did you...
Allison: Oh my GOD!
I put the computer off to the side and grab her by the base of her head. I pull her to me. Makeout ensues. I'm kissing her hard and pulling her hair. Every time I try to touch her tits though, she pushes my hand away. I don't know why I don't think to expect this these days. Time to pull out the big guns.
I lay her on her back. I spread her legs and position my body between them. We're making out. I try taking her hand and putting it on my hard cock. She resists.
Allison: You don't get that yet
I pull her face to mine and make out with her some more. I decide to switch it up and go with what works. Good ol' DiCarlo escalation.
I reach around behind her and stick a hand down her pants from behind. Sure enough, before I know it, she is gyrating her hips and grinding them into my pelvis. My finger finds her pussy. She is in a frenzy.
I go to undo her belt. She pushes my hand away.
I go back to working her pussy from behind. She pushes her pussy onto my cock through our jeans.
I go to undo her belt again. She pushes my hand away.
I go back to working her pussy from behind. She pushes her pussy onto my cock through our jeans.
I go to undo her belt again. She undoes it for me this time.
I yank her jeans off. She is in nothing but her tank top, thong and socks. I put my face to her pussy and push her thong to the side. I eat her like a bowl of hot Asian noodles.
She pushes her pussy into my face. She arches her back. I grab her ass and pull her entire lower mid-section into the air...her legs over my shoulders.
I stop long enough to take the rest of her clothes off. She is completely naked. I continue fellating her. After a minute of that and several orgasms, I'm ready.
I quickly disrobe and proceed to fuck her brains out. I finish pretty quick and decide to go for round two immediately. It's taking some work though, and I end up sweaty...but I did cum again.
We head out to the porch for a smoke and some chatting. Then we're back in the room fucking again. Right after we wrap that up
Allison: We should go to my house
My bed is uncomfortable as shit compared to most and I figure she didn't want to attempt to sleep in it. Oh well...at least she lives nearby.
Johnny: Alright
We make the drive over to her place. We have a cigarette on her back porch. The sun is coming up. We go to bed. Not thirty seconds pass and we're at it again. I finish and lay back to catch a breather...then we're at it again. I finish and lay back to catch a breather...then we're at it. Again.
The sun is up. I'm exhausted. All I want is to sleep. I get my wish...for about an hour.
Then I wake up with a raging hardon. I pull Allison onto her back and get between her legs again. I go down on her for a few before putting my cock in her and fucking the shit out of her. I finish and lay back to catch a breather...then we're at it. Again.
It's the origin of the word "hump" becoming a verb: KLOP KLOP KLOP
The sun is even further up. I'm exhausted. All I want is to sleep. I get my wish...for about another hour.
Then I wake up with a raging hardon. I pull Allison onto her back and get between her legs again. I go down on her for a few before putting my cock in her and fucking the shit out of her. I finish and lay back to catch a breather...then we're at it. Again.
It's the practical daily use of the word "hump" as a verb: KLOP KLOP KLOP KLOP KLOP KLOP
Fuck. I'm sore...
Just in case you missed it...that was ten fucks in about a seven hour period. Man...something tells me I'll be sleeping quite well tonight.
I don't usually do these unless I'm feeling particularly solid about it. Am I feeling solid about this one? Not sure, so I guess that's a no. It could go either way. Regardless of what happens, these pre-reports motivate me to write reports, so all is not lost, should I not bone this chick tonight.
Johnny: As a matter of fact, I am. The only thing that would make it better would be if I didn't have to go to work today. How bout you?
Her: aww, i'm sorry! working on the weekends is for the birds! i'm doing quite well. just a relaxing day at home.
what do you do?
Johnny: Well I live in (X part of town), so I go to (the pool hall up the street) a lot, but I'll play anywhere there happens to be a table. What about you? Where you like to go?
Her: no plans yet. just hanging out at the house getting some cleaning done. what time do you work till?
Johnny: I should be out of there and back in the hood by 10:30, 11-ish...Shoot me your number real quick and I'll text you later to let you know
Her: lol... that was slick, but i'll bite....xxx-xxx-xxxx
Johnny: What's goin on bro
Mike: Not too much man, just seein what's good in here
Johnny: Right on man
Mike: So I see the ex is here
Johnny: Yeah man...hell, I'd go talk to her but every time I see her, the bitch acts all fuckin weird
Mike: Look at her little rat-faced boyfriend...hell you'd probably be acting weird too
Allison: Hi!
Allison: Really?
Johnny: Yeah, it's fucking packed in there. What say we head back over to the place you were at. Was there tables open there?
Allison: Oh yeah..there was a bit of a crowd, but there was plenty of tables.
Johnny: Nice! Yeah, let's do that.
Allison: My car's dirty! I don't know! Oh I don't want you to see it, etc.
Allison: Really? Worried about drama?
Johnny: Nah...hell, I'm cool. I wish her all the best with that guy...she's the one that gets all weird.
Allison: Don't you hate those awkward situations?
Allison: Hahaha! I'll do what I can
Johnny: Why not
Allison: Sure!
Johnny: Cool, come over to the bar with me
Allison:
Johnny: Well, most of the chicks that I've known that really get into the game kinda play like they're angry...like they're angry at men in general and they're out to bruise egos...and mine is so fragile and all, so thanks for taking it easy on me
Allison:
Johnny: haha...you're so cute
Johnny: Ah her? Pssh...just an old acquaintance
Johnny: You know what? You should be GLAD that I am!
Allison: And why is that?
Johnny: Cause the way you put out your hand for a handshake almost made me think you just weren't that into me...like you were ready to bolt at any second
Allison: Really?? No way! I thought you were hot as hell
Allison: Sure...let me go pay my tab
Johnny: You know what I want to do?
Allison: What's that?
Johnny: I want to go bow-fishing
Allison: Bow-fishing?
Johnny: It's exactly what it sounds like. My bow has a threaded pin that's normally used to screw on a stabilizer, but they also make a reel that you put on there, the line attached to the back of a fiberglass arrow with a barbed point. You shoot through the fish's body and the barb hooks it so you can reel it in.
Allison: Get the fuck out of here
Johnny: I'm totally serious!
Allison: I don't believe you
Johnny: Seriously...matter of fact, this reminds me of this video I saw. See, there's this species of fish from another country that somehow got imported here. It's like down in Florida or somewhere. Anyway, these fish swim up the rivers and follow boats. Whole schools of them. Hundreds at a time. They swim in the wakes of boats and jump all over the place. Sometimes they even jump into the boats. A lot of people thought they were this huge nuisance, but this one company started doing these tours where they would take guys out on the rivers with their bows and just let the guys shoot as many fish as they could.
Allison: You are sooo full of shit
Johnny: I'm not kidding..I'll show you later after we get a few games in at this other place.
Allison: Sounds like a plan
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Johnny: Isn't that the shit?
Allison: I totally thought you were bullshitting
Johnny: I don't get what? You touching my dick?
Allison: Yeah
Johnny: Hmm...how to say this without sounding like an arrogant prick...
Allison: How to say what?
Johnny: Fuck it...take it how you will...but touching my dick is a PRIVILEGE
Allison: Ok, you definitely sound like an arrogant prick when you put it like that
Johnny: It is what it is
