Author: Sexual Chocolate

I’m having a ball here right now. Last time I was here was Christmas of 2005 and I cut my trip short because I felt like a fish out of water. If you don’t know me, I’m African-American and practically everyone here is Caucasian, Asian or Middle Eastern. I didn’t have enough tools last time to be social and meet people. Now it’s completely different.

The first night I went to a few bars in Darling Harbor with another community guy from Brisbane. I opened almost all group sets, transitioned into some kino routines and all the girls all loved it. I even hooked a bachelorette set with a joke palm reading routine I made up on the spot. They loved it so much they started taking pictures of me doing this shit!

Ran into Tyler D. and had the pleasure of gaming the same chick.

Later on something odd happend. I got my first 3-way kiss of the year with these 2 girls from the U.S. (I’m going to try to get the picture of it), pulled them back to my hotel with the guy from Brisbane, got them up to the room, got the music going, tried to separate them to get things happening… and they bolted! WTF!

Anyway, we shrugged it off and went out gamming agian. Oh well.

So tonight I realized how much my mindset has changed in the last 1.5 years and that I need to hang with guys who are like-minded.

Tonight I met up with some friends, of a friend, of a friend. While these guys are cool guys and what you would consider alpha, their mindset was infections and fuck up half my night.

I use to walk in to a club, walk around to check out what kind of talent was there, and then wait for something to happen… something to “pop off”. I was so reaction seeking back then. I’d wait for IOIs, stare at girls and see if they’d give me extended eye contact, wait for them to ask me to dance, etc. This is exactly what these 4 guys did tonight and what they do every night when they walk into the club.

I’m not bashing them for their style, it’s just that I have more tools in my toolbox now. It’s my fault for letting this mindset infect me.

Once I stepped away from them a few hours later, collected my thoughts and grabbed my balls, I ended up meeting a really sexy Ausie girl who has been dancing since the second grade and a pre-school teacher who stared me down. (I love teachers. They’re conservative during the day and freaks at night!) I have both of their numbers so we’ll see what happens.

Anyway, I can’t let that shit happen to me again. When it does I feel like shit and I also feel like I’ve wasted my whole f’ing night. Right now so every night is precious.

Continue reading FR & LR: Sexual Chocolate in Sydney

Sorry about the delay in posting anything about my trip here to Rio De Janeiro, Brazil for anyone interested. Quite honestly it’s been un-eventful. First challenge… I’m staying in Copacabana and the first day I got here I was a bit disappointed at the quality of women in this area. I expected fuckin’ hot 10 type, potential supermodel women. Nada! Not a one.

The next day I found out that Ipanema and Leblon are the places to be. Asian Playboy and I went to a bar in Ipanema the first night together (I was taking a workshop from him) and I spotted exactly what I was looking for. Second challenge… The language barrier. It seems like the women that I’ve been approaching don’t speak a frickin lick of English. I’m not going to be deterred thought. I want some of that hot Brazilian 3some action!

It sounds like Ozzie RSD is having a shit load of success out here. Since he is from Spain, I’m sure he’s having more success with communicating.

I’ve also been told that I look like I could be Brazilian. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing since I don’t speak a lick of Portuguese. I am told when I travel in Europe that I’m “exotic”, which adds to AI. I’m hardly getting any eye contact here. Suggestions anyone?

The 3rd night here I went to this place called “Help”. It’s notorious for being the spot where tourists go to find hookers. It’s a huge dance club with almost nothing but “working” girls. I’m not about to pay for some pussy, but wanted to at least experience the atmosphere.

I did however manage to find and sarge a stripper from Canada at “Help”. She was about an 8.5 and she had the most amazing legs I’ve seen in a long, long time. They felt good too! Soooo fuckin’ muscular!!! Very little ass though. Kind of ironic being here in Brazil where they worship the ass. Anyway, I played some good game. Spiked her attraction, ran a little attraction on the obstacle, built a little connection through talking about travel, then made out with her as her friends were trying to pull her away to go home. Didn’t get a number, but she wants me to meet here at Carnival on Sunday.

Well, I’m about to transfer to another crappy hotel since the Sofitel down here fucked up my reservation. It seems like it “got stuck” in the system. Fuckin’ bastards! I travel all the way down here thinking I have my hotels paid in full, don’t have my credit card with all the high credit limit on it, and the best they can tell me is “it just got stuck somewhere”. If any of you have met me, you know I’m pretty laid back. Good thing it takes a lot to get me stressed.

I’ll keep anyone interested posted on the rest of my trip.

Peace out bitches!

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Well, it’s 7am in the morning here in Rio and I just got back from a fabulous night at Club Help again. Instead of hitting the sack I wanted to post this while it’s fresh in my mind.

Continue reading FR & LR: Sexual Chocolate in Brazil

I posted this in the Los Angeles Yahoo board about a year ago when first getting involved in “the community” and want to post it here because it may be usefull if you want to approach someone on a dance floor.

I got B.S. from a few wussies for mentioning my target’s name, so I’ve left it out. What I will say is that she was in the news over 10 years ago when a famous football player murdered her sister. “If it doesn’t fit, you must acquit!” Anyways, here it is:

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Last night my wings and I went out on the town looking to practice our game. The first club we went to in Newport Beach was playing bull shit games by telling us that there were too many guys in the club and we had to wait in line. There was no one else in the fuckin’ line but us! So naturally we got pissed off and rolled out. Luckily for me.

Our next stop was one of our regular spots in Laguna Beach. As we walk down the street, we see at least 10 cop cars with their lights a blazin’. Wouldn’t you know our spot was closed due to a huge fight that happened before we got there. Luckily for me.

Our next stop was The White House down the street… Fully packed. Next stop, the Holliday Inn’s Bamboo… Dead. Next stop Club M a few doors down. The music was good (hip-hop), the women where gorgeous, and there were plenty of them. As I’m looking around, I see someone who looks very familiar. I think to myself, “Fuck! She looks a lot like ____. (The dead wife of ________) Hey, didn’t she have a sister? Wholly shit… It is her sister. And she’s not bad for an older woman.” I see that there are a few guys that are dancing with her, but you could tell by their body language and they way they were interacting that they weren’t “with her”.

There is a very common occurrence that has been happening in clubs for several years now. Wusses that don’t have enough game to open their mouths, simply go up and start dancing next to or behind women and never say a thing. I know what they expect. They expect the woman to be so turned on by his “dance of love” that she’ll just start making out with him right there on the dance floor. I call these guys “Wussy Satellites.” (She is the sun and you are a worthless orbiting moon.) Don’t ever do this. Of all the women I talk to, they hate this shit. It’s totally wussy and beta male behavior. Women like a man that has enough balls and respect to walk up to them and ask to engage in the act of fake sex.

Anyway, there was a guy doing this and I simply walked up to her and said “You two look like you need partners. We’d like to dance with you.” She repaid “Sure.” Wussy Satellite blown out with two simple sentences and some balls. With simple acknowledgement, I was in. I didn’t want to wait for some chance that the D.J. would play a song she didn’t like so she’s get off the dance floor so I could use an opinion opener or something. So I went direct. (I use both.)

Continue reading FR: Dance Floor Game and Semi-Celebrity Sarge