Suave’s Visit to the Sex Island

This post is separated into three parts (Intro, Story 01 & Story 02) that are connected, though each will make send on their own. I personally like Story 01 best.



And here I am, writing from an airport terminal again and it’s the same one where I wrote or revised texts before. Since flights are famously expensive in South America, it’s difficult to get around and any short trip must be well planned. On average, flights costs  Brazil’s monthly minimum salary. Or more.

I managed to convince a girl-friend who works for an airliner to book me a ticket to the Sex Island, where I came to spend the weekend. It’s difficult to manage a harem from afar. Bitches were all over the place. Curly converted to church and is dating a boy who hasn’t grown his pubics yet; Netflix & Chill answered my messages very non-committedly; some girls had a strange vibe, others I never got round to messaging. In the end, I came onto the island targeting three girls, two with whom I’d been with before: one from Rio (Copacabana), whom I never wrote about, Lucy Liu (my main target) and the new girl is Church Choir Singer. Spending three nights, I should have enough time to be with each of them.

I set foot on the island Thursday to Friday at around 2AM and had Copacabana meet me at a bar near my hostel. I booked a private room as to not worry about logistics. Of course, sex was on a plate and she was all over me. We ended up going to her place instead, where I had my way with her. She is 23.

Nice! I managed to get the first one out of the way after a few hours, and I then had enough time to plot for Lucy Liu and Singer.

I learned that Lucy Liu had her phone stolen one week before I came to the Sex Island. She is a University Student and has no money to buy another until next month. We chat over Facebook. I also learned that after I left the island, she broke up with her 60+ year old boyfriend, whom she lived with. She is 21. I also realised he is not all that alpha and he is very much jealous of her. It’s a funny story. Although they are not together, she is still living at his house. She told me she had left, but didn’t have many options in terms of housing, so she kind of works as his helper, but she can now do whatever she wants to, like have a life.

Lucy Liu sincerely tells me she doesn’t like her ex anymore, when I ask whether she gets jealous of him. I couldn’t care less.


Story 01

How I first met Lucy Liu:

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Nothing to state.


Thirteen months ago, when I was living on the island, I went on a date with a girl who, for some reason, brought along her friend Brenda. That has happened before, and in most cases, it works to my advantage. But something was off that night and my charms did not work too well, so I decided to cut it short for various reasons. One of them being that, when we were entering my car to change venues, the girls were fighting to sit on the back seat !

After I duly dropped them off, I thanked the saints I would never have to meet them again. A few days after, I receive a Facebook friend request from Lucy Liu, having Date Girl as a common friend.

After a few exchanges, she fires:

LL: ‘Do you and Date Girl chat very often?’ Followed by, ‘Can I ask you a very personal question?

Me: ‘Sure, I know what you will ask, but go ahead.

LL: ‘I bet you don’t. How large is your penis?

Me: ‘0.0 I got it wrong.’

LL: ‘LOL. It’s just that this came up today, after class.’

All three girls, Lucy Liu, Date Girl and her friend Brenda are classmates, so I assumed she’d had this vital discussion with them.

Me: ‘You were discussing my dick…?

LL: ‘Yes, we were. So… what’s the answer…?

Let’s talk about penis for a second. Whether we lie or tell the truth, she has only one way of finding out. I, for one, never have a measuring tape ready by my bed.

I am not proud to confess I have measured it before. I am very proud to say that it rates well above average. It is not particularly big but it ain’t never gonna be small. But you’re damn right I would add another inch to it if I could.

Anyways, I answer her straight and soon receive a rather polite compliment, as if it was an accomplishment, like getting that promotion. Thanks, I guess. Then she throws some cold water, which shrinks my penis to half; her boyfriend’s, she says, is an inch larger than mine. What a cunt! He is 60+, fucks a 21 year old and is strapped.

LL: ‘Btw, what did you think I was going to ask?’

Me: ‘Whether I’d been with your friend, Date Girl.

LL: ‘I see. She is no longer my friend. We don’t talk.

That’s new information. It’d be like a piss-off-my-former-friend-fuck.

We then exchange pictures (not nudes), talk about sexual fantasies, she asks about my travels and we try to arrange a date, which we both forget about after.

The next day I open her with a mild tease, to which she replies the following:

LL: ‘I’ve been told about this bald guy who is quite good looking, but when he is on the catwalk, he thinks too much of himself.

Date Girl and Brenda certainly noticed that I walk slightly funny, but catwalk?! My tendons are shorter, so it looks as if I have springs under my feet. It’s not a disability and it’s easy to fix, but it doesn’t bother me. It did when I was a teenager. Add to the fact that, besides being tall, I hold my head high, keep a good posture and dress a bit different, I do come across as arrogant. I probably am too.

Me: ‘Those groupies…


*** some many other subjects ***

Me, after many exchanges: ‘I’ve been called snobbish by your friends.

LL: ‘Well, you seem to be, but I don’t know you. Maybe you aren’t.

Me: ‘Did you discuss my dick with Brenda today?’

LL: ‘Why, did she say anything to you?’

Me: ‘That didn’t answer my question.

LL: ‘I don’t remember talking about your dick with her. So… nothing happened between you guys?’ She’s investigating.

Me: ‘Nah. I dropped them off then went on to help a girl-friend who’d had too much to drink and couldn’t drive.’

This was a way to DHV myself after a date gone wrong. It is almost to say I had a booty-call. I also explained that neither of her two friends had caught my attention and that Date Girl actually is a bit fun, more so than Brenda is.

Me: ‘Don’t tell them, though.’

LL: ‘Don’t worry, I won’t.’

A few hours after, Date Girl messages me the following:

DG: ‘Groupies? Come on now?!’ she snaps. ‘Unfortunately your name was mentioned today.’

Me: ‘Hahaha, you gossip girls.’

DG: ‘And then you say you’re not snobbish. Oh, rest assure that the size of your penis was never a matter to no one… especially Brenda. She was really embarrassed by this. It’s is nonsense.

I print-screened it and forwarded it to Lucy Liu. Boy, was I enjoying myself!

She replies after two hours, first with an audio saying she showed Brenda the print of our first penis- conversation. ‘That was it,’ she sworn, followed by an apology.

In the second voice message she said the only reason she showed Brenda the messages was to not cross her, in case we had hooked up. Then she laughed at the likability of Date Girl being much more enraged with this all, given the fact Date Girl changed her Facebook status to some angry emoticons gnashing their teeth.

LL: ‘I am very embarrassed.’

At this point she didn’t know whether I was upset. My intention was to see her reaction and get her to explain herself.

Me: ‘You girls are so funny, I’m cracking up. You will probably get some fulminating stares from Date Girl on Monday.’

LL: ‘Oh, she gives me hateful looks all the time now. Can’t wait till Monday,’ she replied, giggling.

Me: ‘And the reason for your falling out…? Did you borrow any of her Barbie dolls without permission or something?’

Nope. It was not as exciting as that. It was just a silly misunderstanding that neither of them had the ability to set straight. Although they hated each other, they continued being friends on Facebook – because unfriending would probably mean an all-out war.

Of course, LL made sure DG found out about our eventual crazy afternoon fuck, which happened to be on my last day on the Island, before moving back to Sao Paulo.

Thirteen months have passed and there I am on my way to meeting Lucy Liu. And Date Girl is coming along. They are BFF now. I wonder if they ever talk about my dick.

When we meet, it’s a bit awkward and difficult to engage in conversation with them both. No one mention the elephant in the room, so we talk about being robbed. After a while I take them to a cosy little bar, in which we order inside and drink outside, standing on the sidewalk where there is reggae music and some ten to fifteen local people gathered into small groups.


After a while, we are all more relaxed, then I start kinoing Lucy Liu. She happily complies. I poke fun of her not knowing how do dance and pull her closer to me. We are now snuggling.

Date Girl tries to look relaxed, but she doesn’t know what to do with herself.

Lucy Liu and I start making out and she is instantly turned on, rubbing her body against mine.

Meanwhile DG slow-dances alone next to us.

Lucy Liu had been anticipating this encounter for 13 months now. We make out very passionately and everyone is looking at us;

Everyone but DG, whose glass of beer on her hand is now the centre of her universe, even though it’s nearly empty. She sips at it every five seconds.

When I try to stop the kissing, Lucy Liu draws herself closer and kisses even more passionately. She is on her toes. She groans of pleasure when I yank her hair; my hands are all over her back, bum and legs, passed her short flowery dress.

I almost feel embarrassed for Date Girl, who makes an effort to not look at us. She is starring at a very interesting lamppost across the street.


I think Date Girl had such a wearing day prior to meeting us, even though she doesn’t work nor studies at the moment. She suddenly felt very tired and wanted to go home. We insisted that she stayed, but she needed to rest, she argued.

Want us to walk you to the bus terminal?,’ I politely offered, good soul that I am.

It’s fine. You guys stay. It’s just round the corner.’

A mean-minded person would say she wanted to get away from us, but not me. I know she’s just tired. She waves us goodbye from distance while she rushes off. Poor little lamb. I guess watching lamppost can drain you off after all.

Lucy Liu and I headed back to the hostel where I fucked her extra-hard. This had nothing to do with the missing inch. I swear.


Story 02

I took Singer out to a bar Saturday afternoon, along with a common guy friend. The three of us had a few beers, Singer and I mildly flirted and she was kinoing me. It was going to be on. Our friend then had to leave, which would provide for a natural isolation, but then we all decided to go and meet again in the evening.

I was getting ready to meet Singer and some others friends when Lucy called saying she was ready to meet me. Because she had no phone, she was using her friend’s. Her ex-boyfriend had hidden the computer, so she could not even access her Facebook. I then had two choices:

  • Take Lucy ou;
  • Take Singer out;

After pausing for a second to think what would be the chivalrous thing to do, I then scoffed at this and chose the one with the finest ass.

Avoid Her Like The Plague

Following the weekend, I do have a threesome story to write about, but it won’t be today. The outcome of the menage-a-trois was another let down (as it normally is). I will write about it after.

Another story has been on my mind this week and it always amuses me to no end to tell it. This was before I learned Pick Up, but the events of this night were crucial to my finding out about Game.

When I first came to London I moved in with a Scot/Trinny girl and we lived together for six months – she was really hot. After we broke up, I moved to a shared-house in Roehampton, south London. Besides me, there were six others:

  • Four guys:

Cabron, a talkative Spaniard with a heavy accent;

Muchacho, a quiet Spaniard who would became talkative whenever he was drunk;

Grandpa, a short Brazilian with an amazing personality;

Artist, he is Grandpa’s brother, kind of short too. He is the person who first told me about the PUA world years after this event.

  • Two girls:

Brit, who had massive tits (we all remember her for that – or those). She also had a stuck up boyfriend.

Monka, a Polish girl who had just moved in.

  • A Plastic Doll – Lola: She was a very cheap sex doll who lived in our lounge and everyone just loved taking pics with her. No one knows who’d brought her to the house.

Everyone would always kind of flirting with each other. Like when Artist made a move on Monka one afternoon, only to be turned down. Or when one day I met Cabron in the kitchen, leaving for work, and he updated me about his shenanigans saying ‘last night I made fuck with Brit.‘ He told me her tits were amazing. I believe him.


Brit would often bring some of her girlfriends over, probably to meet us boys, but they were hardly good looking.

This one Saturday night we all decided to stay in, there was always plenty of drinks and everyone seemed to have gotten drunk. One of Brit’s girlfriend was there and I started flirting with her while Artist was trying on with Monka, again, this time in front of everyone. (Normally when flirting occurred, we’d try to be discreet). The others were all around us all, probably hoping we’d make a fool of ourselves.

Much to my disappointment (at that time), Brit’s friend had one drink too many and had to be carried to bed – not by me. So I turn round and there is Monka, locking eye contact with me, Artist’s sitting right next to her. I can’t exactly recall how, but within seconds we were dancing in the middle of the kitchen, while everyone watched us. There was instant kino and our lips were inches apart.

At this point, Artist throws in the towel and he chooses to sit on the table, hugging Lola and starring at us. I can’t explain his look, but it wasn’t hate. Maybe it was loneliness at that time. I guess it was after this night that he went on to seek help and found out about the PUA community. Not long after he started showing up with some very tall Russians.

Mind you, this is around 3 AM and I can’t be bothered to gaming her, so I make a very careless invitation to my bedroom. She hesitates. I turn my back to her and walk off. When I’m the top of the stairs I turn my head and find her at the foot of the staircase, looking up like a lost puppy. I wave her to follow, and she promptly complies.

I can’t remember much of the sex, but it was probably far from great.

I don’t know the etiquette for housemate sex, but it probably says that you leave their bedroom and go sleep in yours. I guess she didn’t read the rules, so she spent the night on my bed, looming around, waiting for an opportunity to cuddle.

After I couldn’t stand it anymore, I got up, early in the morning, and walked downstairs only to meet drunk Muchacho lying on the sofa. As stated before, Muchacho liked to chat when he was drunk so he got up and we started talking.

This was fine, since I could do with some company, but for one important detail: some Spanish guys like to talk very close to your face, sometimes even wrapping their arms round your head. It’s their way to show they like or trust you. And here I have drunk Muchacho trying to speak on my face with a morning, stinking breath while psycho Monka sleeps in my room. I decide Muchacho’s company and his stinking breath is more pleasant. He opens a beer and starts to drink again.

I admire the human mind and how creative we can be at times. Since I will have to endure not being able to go to sleep for a while, I get up and start walking casually round the kitchen table while Muchacho is talking, as to avoid his toxic breath. It’s funny because he is following me. Whenever he needs to stress a point, he then changes direction so he can meet me halfway the other side. Since I know all he wants is to clinch me, I too change directions and pretend I want to walk the other way just now. Eventually he catches on to that and asks whether I’m avoiding him. ‘It’s just that I’m full of energy and want to walk round the table a bit,’ says I.

Liar. I just want my bed without Monka on it. It wasn’t until noon that she left to go to her bedroom.

This girl was chasing me. Around 5PM on the same day she knocked to invite me to a BBQ’s at her friend’s. When I didn’t answer the door, she tried to open it. Good thing it was locked and I just pretended I was sleeping. On that same night I was sitting in the lounge, talking to sober Muchacho, when she sat cuddling next to me, as girls’d do to someone they’ve been dating. I managed to find some excuses to get her off of me. After weeks she eventually realized I was avoiding her like the plague, then she started hating me.

One night I brought over another Polish girl I picked up at a party, Monka then invites a guy friend of hers over, just to get even with me. Then the four of us sat in the lounge, socializing like four best friends. The boy slept in her bedroom, but Artist told me the morning after that he overheard the guy trying to escalate her while she’d say ‘that is your side of bed and this is mine. You stay your side I stay mine.

After a few months Muchacho went back to Spain and was replaced by Sergio, who rented the bedroom next to mine. Sergio had a hoarse voice. Monica and Sergio started dating and through the thing walls I could hear them fucking. There were some hard slaps, but coming from her. I could hear him pleading her to stop slapping him, with his heavy Spanish accent. And then I heard another slap.

Most of us from that house still keep in touch to this day, except for Monka, Sergio and Muchacho.

One morning Lola woke up dead and is no longer with us.

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Quick Update

Suave is alive and well. Actually, quite tired too. Since I’ve been focusing all my effort into running a business, there is very little time for real Game – except when it’s poker game, played sitting on my ass – or writing about anything.

However, next week I will hopefully be posting about a threesome. If it goes wrong I will post it too, just for laughs.

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‘May I interest you in a product that will be profitable for me?’

Ultimate Seduction

She was wearing a thin dress that went above her knees and a jacket over it when I arrived to Pick her Up. It was mildly cold, as it normally is this time of the year in Sao Paulo. Our first date was going to be at my place. We had only to stop at the local supermarket to pick up a bottle of wine and some candles. My house was hit by a storm, so I had no power at home.

The supermarket would help to break the ice, there should be any. It was easy, just poke fun of her. At the wine section she told me she liked sweet wine so I asked an assistant whether they had wine for kids. At the stationary isle I told her we had crayons and paper at home and that she needn’t worry. So I went on with this frame, calling her a child all the way through.

This childish girl is very feminine, has a sweet, delicate voice, green eyes and a beautiful face. She looks like Snow White.

At my place I gave her a tour of the house and introduced her to Top Bob, a teddy monkey I found met a while ago. I live at a seven room house, which is also a school, so there were lots to show. The highlight of the tour was a kids room with small chairs and desks.

She walks as an artist in evidence, but very casually and romantically. Snow White is always smiling and sometimes giggling for no reason.

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She wants the Bad Wolf from the other story.

In my kitchen, she was standing in the middle of the floor, waiting for the matches to light the candles. I walked up to her, grabbed her head, pulled her in and kissed her. There had been virtually no kino prior to that moment, and yet it was magical, masculine and seductive. My fingers were touching her legs just where her dress ended. We both got excited by the touch, her tongue went cold. We parted.

She was feeling very comfortable in my kitchen, lighting the candles while I opened the wine. I was telling her how my house was similar to Fight Club’s Paper Street house.

Halfway through the first glass of wine we were kissing again. She’d removed her jacket, I was pulling her hair and kissing her neck. She was wearing micro underwear. With one hand I lifted her dress. I wanted to expose her, even though there was no one to see. I wanted her to feel exposed. She was wearing no bra and her dress slid off her shoulders. Her dress was now a garment in her waistline which soon dropped to her feet. She had only her micro nickers on, while I was still fully dressed, leaning against the kitchen sink.

She got the warmth she needed from my body. My hand was squeezing her leg and bum, she was rubbing her body against my crotch. I slid her panties down. She was now fully exposed to me while I was fully dressed. I could do anything with her now.

The first thing I wanted her to feel was my F-Bomb, so I never fingered her. I led her to my bedroom while I got undressed, dropping my clothes in the hallway. When I laid her onto my bed, a strip of light that came through the window lit her face. Her eyes brightened when I first penetrated her. She kept the same feminine manners, being submissive and caring.

She knows her body well because she does Tantra Meditation with a group of women. When she cums, her orgasms can last over two minutes.

A very delicate and sweet girl with amazing skills in bed. And she is not even experienced. We spent all night on top of each other, switching positions whenever the other got tired. She is so tight I thought she was a virgin.

When I was dropping her off in the morning she said two things I will never forget: 1) Thank you for the night and the magnificent orgasms; 2) I’m going to need a pillow to sit on at work today.

Approach Gone Horrible – When The AMOG Is Your Best Friend

In a turn of events…

We are out at a posh(ish) bar at my home town, my ‘nigga,’ his girlfriend/wife, some of her friends and I. At some point a girl from another table caches my eyes but I never approach her at the bar. However, when we are leaving the place, she is leaving at the same time as me, randomly. I approach her outside, in front of her other girlfriend and her 75% faggot friend – who in my eyes was interested in fucking my target too.

It was bad timing, a bad approach and it was in front of her friends and some bar staff. We’ve all gone through that. We just sleep it off, thinking about the other 150+ that went right. No big deal. As I was walking back towards my best friend in Brazil and his girlfriend, the faggot and the other girl continued to make fun of me, how my approach was horrible, etc. The half fag was still talking while he was entering the target’s car – in the backseat, may I state. In return, and as a reflex, I called the guy a faggot and said the name of a right-wing politician whom the LGBT hate, similar to Donald Trump. My Nigga was at the toilet at that time, but his girlfriend was right next to me, who in turn started to apologize for my attitude.

Have you ever had a girl apologizing for your actions [lately]? If yes, you are not entitled to stand while you piss any longer. Please use the women’s toilet from now on.

My Nigga comes back from the toilet, his girl sitting down, refusing to leave; problem is, his car is parked at my place, therefore both of them need a ride. I start to walk towards my car – I’m not waiting for no girl. As soon as I enter my car and start the engine (without looking back) they are there too. The moody girl enters my car, followed by my Nigga. He asks ‘what the hell just happened,’ to which she replies, ‘ask Suave.’

Up to this moment I’m just laughing and giggling, so I ask her to tel her version, mainly because I want to understand it. Her depraved version  was that I had embarrassed her.

Let’s talk about embarrassment: We men go through a lot of shit to be able to approach a girl, anywhere. For those who’ve got 100+ notches have gone at least through 1000+ approaches. We are used to being denied, it’s not a big deal. We’ve all been humiliated by strangers before, but it’s all worth it when we get the next lay. We brush it off. But being humiliated by someone within your peer is way too much!

I lost it, so i stopped the car, apologized to my Nigga and laid it off to his Muddy Girlfriend: ‘I was ”humiliated” by those people in front of everyone; you don’t even know them,’ I said. In response, she slammed my car door opened; I told her to be careful with my car doors, to which she slammed it back close and walked off!

Let me tell you about my car: I’m not too attached to it; it’s just a car, but it’s mine.

I sold my last car, which was virtually paid off, to get the money to buy my own business (as a down payment), and I financed 100% my current car. I’m going to be paying it for the next three years. A girl, who isn’t mine’ can’t just slam my car door.

My Nigga opened his passenger’s door to go after her and then looked at me asking what to do. I told him it’d be okey if he went after her. Instead he said ‘let’s have a fag.’ I needed one. We had four or five cigs and a couple of beers before she called him. Thing is, he understood that she was (badly) wrong, and I never forced him towards that, in fact whatever decision he makes (tomorrow) I’ll be standing by him – as I’ve told him too.

As a man, I’ve once again put my balls on the line in order to get that one extra notch. Being turned down was never a problem, but being sold by my friend’s girlfriend is a bit hard to swallow. I was very respectful towards the girl who turned me down, but taking shit from her ‘gay’ friend and [on top of that ] my Nigga’s girlfriend is a bit too much.


It was a different kind of happy meal. After having picked up Ginger at a rock bar through some Rock Solid Played Game, having had to mildly AMOG a very good looking competitor who wanted the same girl as me, she would just refuse to come to my house. We were making out on the street, next to her car, her girl friend inside, waiting to get dropped off. Ginger’s hand was inside my jeans.

Logistics was difficult because she had her car and I had mine. We live in opposite directions. What would you do? Invite her to Mac Donalds, of course!

She gladly accepted my invitation, so we dropped her friend off then she followed me.

“I’ll have the new Anus Pounder, please.”

The ideia of going to Mac D’s was because it’s a 24-hour thing. Now, you have to consider that using the drive thru would not be a good strategy, so we decided to park in a little corner, far from any prying eyes.

She parked next to me and then entered my car.

Let me tell you a bit about Ginger. She is 1,62m and works as a personal trainer. Yes, she is fit [!], has got a flat stomach, curvy ass and (at least) D-cup breast. No sooner than she entered my car her hands were all over my cock. We found a new connotation to Super Size.

Our intention was not to fuck there, but things got out of hand, so I pulled her knickers down, span  her around and conquered her from behind.

Neither of us came, but I got the notch! She is coming round for more tonight. She said that, if I give her my address she will come visit every-other night. I’m loving it.

After we finished, she got into her car and drove off, while I stopped to order some French Fries to go.

“She is having a large what…?”

A Fructiferous Friendship

A couple of years ago Golden and I started a mild argument at a party, minutes after being introduced to each other. She had a gym body and a tanned skin. Fifteen minutes after the argument started I walked out with her number.

Weeks later, after having F-Bombed the hell out of her a couple of times, we went together to another party in which she introduced me to three girl-friends of hers. Golden rates as a 7.5, two of her friends as 7s and one as a solid 8. I F-Bombed one of the 7s at this very same party (in the toilet), the other 7 (Church Girl) and the 8 (Eight) about a year after. Church Girl and Eight was a failed treesome attempt. While Church Girl was (obviously) up for it, Eight was concerned about their friendship, which, I am not proud to say,  was disrupted because of me. I F-Bombed them separately, being the Eight in my car, parked in front of her grandmother’s house.

Golden is now in a serious relationship. Last night she called me saying 1) she had a fight with her boyfriend; 2) wanted to party and; 3)  had a new girl-friend to introduce to me.  Since I 1) am a good shoulder to cry on; 2) like to party; 3) am a sociable being, I decided to meet her and the new girl-friend.

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It’s okey, you can cry.

I am not too sure whether her boyfriend would like to find out the details of last night, but Golden turned out to be bissexual, plus she’s got a very promiscuous girl-friend. It was the best threesome I’ve had so far and the most exciting night of 2016. I’ve had little time to game this year, because of work, so this was really good, benefiting from my previous lays.

Golden said she will fight with her boyfriend more often now. I’ve got to take her side.