Category: Field Reports

Ok, so it’s 4am in the morning and I’m still drunk… a rare occasion for me. So bear with me as I try to organize the events in my head.

Tonight was an oddity because I finger banged a drunk stripper in the back room of the strip club. This shit just doesn’t happen… does it?

It all started when me and 8 other guys from a marketing conference hit a strip while I’m here in Tampa. At first I thought it was going to be a bust because when I walked in all I could see were bunch of ducks walking around. But this one girl with a little gap between her teeth and a banging body caught my eye. I didn’t expect much, but when she walked her ass over, plopped down on my lap and started grinding on me, I thought “Ok, game on. You don’t know who you’re trying to fuck with.”

Of course I couldn’t let her know I was really into her and that I REALLY wanted to bend her over and fuck the shit out of her. So I played it off like the lap dance she was giving me at the moment wasn’t doing anything for me. I chatted a little, kept looking around at the other girls and then glancing back at her every so often. Every other time she’d look me in I made sure I was looking away at something else.

Her: (realizing I’m not getting hard) “You’ve had a girl do this for you before haven’t you? You’ve had a girlfriend who use to do this and more for you right?”
S.C. “Of course. And then I use to bend her over, pull her hair, spank her ass and fuck her from behind. This shit is nothing. You’re not going to get me off doing this shit?” (credit El Topo’s Kung Fu Penis)
Her: “Well I’m just having fun.”
S.C. “Ok. Whatever.”

That ass was soooo soft and soooo nice though. But honestly she really didn’t get me hard.

After spilling my drink on another guy and making her buy me a new one, I gave her a couple bucks so she could play a little game with the other girls parading around on stage. Afterwards she made her rounds with a couple other guys in the club and then come back to me. Again, she hopped on my lap and stared grinding me.

I started up again with the “This just isn’t going to work. It’s just not doing anything for me.” I told her the only thing that will get me hard was is if I got her naked, I was deep inside of her and fucking her on the floor right now. At that point she started pressing her face against mine and then she started kissing me. I couldn’t fucking believe it! This chick is kissing me while she was working. Has this ever happened to anyone before?

Somewhere in the conversation I brought up the fact that I know how to make a girl squirt. She said that other guys have tried to make her cum before and talked a good game, but none have succeeded. I asked if she knew about “the hook”, and she said no. I told her “Well, that’s you’re problem. You’ve been with amateurs. You’ve never been guy who knew exactly what to do.”

Continue reading FR: Fuck The Champaign Room

I’m reposting someone else’s lay report because I’m pissed! I failed. Someone accomplished something I couldn’t and now I’m VERY motivated.

I gamed this chick about 30 minutes before Captain Jack did. (And yes, her ass did look very nice.) But my skill is not at his level yet, so I lost her. And I know exactly where I screwed up. I got her hot and bothered, but didn’t kino enough and push the interaction far enough by doing more Sexual Framing.

My reposting this lay report serves as a reminder to me that I still need to get better. I need to follow what Tony Robbins calls C.A.N.I. (Constant And Never-ending Improvement.) And when you hang with me, you need to push me. We need to push each other. Don’t let me slack. EVER!

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LR: Ass Parade

Sexual framing works just as well (maybe even better) on the first date. I gamed this girl a few weeks ago for about 20 minutes. I remember using the Nose Ring LIO, then teasing her quite a bit, using the “Jealous Ex Deleted Numbers” to seed the Hookah TimeBridge, doing Strawberry fields and then number closing with Hookah TB. The venue was closing so I wrapped up.

In keeping with The Drunk and Lonely Principle, I texted her around 2:30am and she said she was going home and had to get up early in the morning. I tried to get her out but no go.

Time passed. I forgot what she looked like but remembered that I liked her booty.

I texted her and set up the Day2. She arrives and El Topo and his Cambodian Refugee are sitting with me. They chill for a few minutes and then Bounce.

I ask her what she remembers about the first night so I know what I’ve covered with her.

She remembers Strawberry Fields but not much else. She said she didn’t remember what I looked like but remembered I was “hot.”

I started Sexual Framing with the assumption that the thing she most wants in the world is great sex with me.

I told her that the thing that attracted me to her was her obvious sexuality and sensuality and her beautiful booty because I’m a booty man (not really, but I go through phases, each phase lasting a few months until I switch favored body parts…)

I switch to High Status DHVs by telling her I travel a lot, work only 4 hours a day and 2 hours of that is telling my employees what to do.

Continue reading LR: Ass Parade

I’m in Dallas for the weekend and it looks like the tempting taste of S.C. has ended an engagement. You hear a lot about pre-selection in the community, but if you’re like me you don’t fully believe it’s that powerful until you experience the effects for yourself. Last night I experienced it in its full glory.

Here’s the story:

I meet up with Vector and we hit the town. Everything was dead, but after bouncing around to various spots throughout the city we the end the night back at one of my favorite spots here.

I spot a group of 3 drunk women who looked somewhat sophisticated being orbited by a couple of chodes. I later found out that they were all there after attending a commercial real estate networking event.

The only one who wasn’t occupied was the fatty, so I started running game on the fatty to get in with the group. We talk about real estate (which I know really well), where I should live if I ever want to live here, and eventually get on the subject of hair pulling. I ease off a bit because she’s getting a little bit too attracted and eventually she tells me that HBtallblonde has a boyfriend and HBtallbrunette is a lesbian.

I see an opening and move on to HBtallblonde. I do a double high-five with HBtallblonde and we interlock fingers and start salsa for about 30 minutes. She says she loves to dance, but her husband doesn’t like to. I ask her if she thinks it’s true that guys who can’t dance also aren’t good in bed. She says her husband tries… in both areas. Then I ask her what her top sexual fantasy is that she hasn’t tried yet. She tells me that she would like to be naked on a beach with a bunch of other people and then everybody starts touching each other. The Secret Garden comes to life right in my ear. All this was done while dancing and talking cheek to cheek.

I start getting wood, tell her that if we were alone I would do her right there on the floor, and decide to try to set up for a bathroom pull. I ask if she’s more of a voyeur or an exhibitionist. “Exhibitionist” she says. Not really what I wanted to hear, but I boldly go for the pull anyway. No go.

The club ends and HBtallbrunette comes over. I’m introduced to her and she looks me up and down and says “You’re kinda cute.” Lesbian my ass! Bi maybe, but definitely not a lesbian.

Continue reading FR: My Lesson In Pre-Selection That Ended An Engagement