Poland Memoir


It was Shammers idea to go to Poland to chase Eastern European girls. After he had a successful run in Lithuania, having made love (his words) with a local girl on the beach (someone should make a drink about experiences like this), and two days after, having owned the whole floor of a nightclub in Vilnius while he danced with a stunning local girl who ditched her boyfriend to dance with Shammers, he then decided to organize a little trip with the RSG guys. Nick and I agreed to go, where we would be joined by Adam in his local city.

While my story will take place in Lodz, I have to mention that I witnessed something in Krakow that would change Day Game; Something I didn’t think would be possible before:

Although already knowledgeable and experienced about Day Game, it was only in 2009 things started to click for Nick. Whereas he’d number close dozens of girls per week, he wasn’t getting many lays, as you can see in his old posts.

We were doing Day Game in the streets of Krakow. After having walked the whole afternoon looking for sets, we were near the apartment, about to call it a day, when Nick, restlessly, tried one last approach. In less than 15 minutes he extracted the cute Polish student while I went back for a nap. I woke up with Nick text-messaging me saying he had fucked her in the toilet of a pub! It was (if I’m not mistaken) his first ever SDL.

Nick only got better after that and went on from being the least successful player in our group to the best Day-Game Artist in the world, with hundreds of lays and scores of SDL.

Lodz is a charming university city 100 Km from Warsaw. Upon arriving there, we spent the afternoon catching up with Adam in a cool little pub. Him being well connected in the city, he invited us to join him in the VIP area of a nightclub where we met a very confident young man who was studying at a local university while also learning game. He is as good looking as a night-wolf.

While we were enjoying each other’s company, Nick pointed at a local girl who was dancing next to her friends, near the bar.

‘That girl over there is at the most fertile time in the month. Notice how she’s dancing on her own, even though there aren’t any males near her. She’s not trying to get anyone’s attention, but unconsciously she is trying to communicate she is ready to mate. Neither of her friends are dancing. Also, it’s too early in the night so she can’t be drunk. I don’t fancy her, but someone should approach her.’

He barely finished the last sentence, and I was on my feet walking straight towards her. I complimented her on the way she danced (by then I was honing my direct approach for bar/club-game) hooking her right away. When she found out I was Brazilian, she answered me back in Portuguese. It turned out she had spent two years in Brazil as part of a university exchange. What a great banter.

I brought Sexy Dancer and her friends back to our VIP area, and Adam started hitting on the other girl. He had previously asked us to not say he was Polish, instead he wanted to play as an American.

After about an hour or so, I isolated Sexy Dancer to an upstairs area where we made out. Since I was staying at a hostel, I didn’t have any place to F-Bomb her at, but Nightwolf had kindly offered me his hotel room, at a nearby Holiday Inn.

Let’s get out of here,‘ I suggestet

Where to?’

Anywhere, let’s get lost.

Since I didn’t have any location ready, I played the adventurous card. The goal was to get her out of the club and away from her friends.

She readily got up, I picked up the key from Nightwolf, and we jumped into a cab.

When we got to the hotel, she called her friend to say where she was. Of course, they spoke in Polish and I couldn’t understand a word, bit I smirked when she told me her friend was at Adam’s apartment.

Adam told me afterwards that the following took place when his girl picked up the phone:

Hey, I’m sucking his cock right now …  Hmm, it tastes nice … Are you gonna have sex with yours? … Ok then, have fun.’

We went down to business. She was so horny our clothes went down within minutes. I bent her over and started F-Bombing her from behind. Because she was too sensitive, she’d twist her body in such a way that the bomber would slip off. I then grabbed hold of her long hair and yanked it hard, unabling her movements. It was one of the most sensual fucks I’ve ever had.


I was greeted with a glass of whisky back at Adam’s apartment, while the two girls started talking to each other, in Polish, unaware that Adam could understand them, comparing their experiences. They were rating us.

According to Adam, their exchange went somewhat like this:

‘How was yours?’

‘It was amazing. How about yours?’

‘Oh, it was great!’

We both got a five-star rate. It would have been embarrassing to hear otherwise.

Now, the girls wanted to get back to the nightclub; Adam and I wanted them to go home so we could go back to the nightclub and pick up more. We got our way (again) and as soon as they entered they cab, Adam and I were walking back to the club, trying to get one more notch. Unfortunately we didn’t have any luck the second time, but it would have been legendary if we did.

Although I had gotten back as the king of F-Town (a game we used to play in which the last person to F-Bomb a girl in foreign soil would hold this noble tittle), Nick’s SDL was truly amazing. He went on to repeat it many more times.


P.S. I’m in some sort of relationship now, so I won’t be posting about new F-Bombs for a while.


Throwback – First #Closes and Why They Weren’t Successful

I was checking some old Facebook messages, trying to remember some girls and the location I Facebook-closed them, besided cringing at how I’d communicate with them.

One of my first Facebook-close was a Trinidad & Tobago girl named Kristina. At that time, she would have been a 9 for me, now she’d be a 7 or less.

The approach must have been the ‘if I weren’t gay, you’d be my girlfriend,’ delivered with high energy, coming from a very motivated guy who’d just learnt that with a few canned-openers, a piece of peacocking and a few DHV-Stories, I could approach any group of girls and walk out with the hottest one around my arm, while the second hottest would betray her long-term friend and slyly slid her number into this great guy’s pocket.

From my perspective then, Kristina and I had had a great moment together, connecting our souls and bonding like in a romance film, but perhaps she failed to share the same enthusiasm towards the guy she’d spent some time laughing with during a drunken-girls’ night out.

I remember being amazed by Kristina’s cheeky smile and elusiveness, while I would try to i) extract her; ii) kiss her; iii) take her number. Eventually she threw me a bone and gave me her Facebook name, and I added her on the spot (in case I lost my phone or something).

For the record, this was before I met the RSG guys. 

After a few days, and dozens of drafts, I concluded that the best way to reach out to her would be through the following message:

Hello Kristina, how’s your week so far? Hope it’s going well!

Can i have your number, please? I’m planning to go to “The Lost Society” next Sunday and i’d like you to come along, but you’ll have to promise to be a good girl..!

Thanks Trini x x x

PS: Who do you think would win in a race between Daffy Duck vs Donald Duck?

Everything I had learnt about Game had been summed into one message. You have the positive energy :/ the bold invitation which takes charge of the plans, followed by a playful vibe that says ‘you’ll have to promise…’.

In case she didn’t want to talk about her week, or give me her number, nor go to The Lost Society on Sunday or if she wouldn’t be a good girl, I still wanted her to reply, therefore I inserted the Daffy vs Donald Duck question.

She never replied.

Anyone reading that message can see it comes from a guy begging for an answer, meaning she had way more value than I did, at that time.

Looking at other extracts today, I noticed I would always try to force a playful vibe, as to avoid a boring conversation, but it wouldn’t sound natural. As consequence, I would run out of gimmicks, my targets would run out of patience.

The fake-it-till-you-make-it won’t last but for a few hours. Texting was never my strongest skill, but it’s improved a hundred fold, hence I get replies, dates, F-Bombings and a few short to mid-term relationships.

An oversimplified analysis is that I’m more genuine. Likewise, I’m a better human being, as a consequence, it’s easier to be genuine and show a more attracting personality.

I remember being frustrated sometimes, even as an advanced PUA (I don’t relate to this term anymore) for always being a few messages away from getting that super-hot girl, but I wasn’t communicating well enough with them. That’s why a lot of people find easier picking up drunk chicks at a nightclub, because they don’t need to restart asking about Daffy Duck the next day.

Six years have gone by and I wonder whether I should text Kristina again. Something along this line:

… so, have you decided about Sunday yet?

Fucking The (Almost) Perfect Girl

In this post I will talk about: how I picked up one of the sexiest girl I’ve ever been with; Escalation Game.

I nicknamed her Dorothy, from the Wizard of Oz. She is 24 years old, about 1,50 tall (according to her – I think she’s 1,48 max), weighs no more than 45 kg [I’ve found out, she weighs 37kg]. Her sking is slightly tanned, like Eva Longoria, she is short with straight hair, small, perky breasts and a tiny ass to die for. She is 10/10 my type of girl. I like other types too, but similar to her, I have been with two others in my whole life – both became long-term girls, one before game, one post-game.

Dorothy is a bit darker with shorter hair. Same waist.

It’s a compatibility difficult to fathom. I am 1,82, weighing 84 kg and it seems like I would break her in two, literally, during sex, and would be able to stick half of my penis into them. But no, those types are built for sex. They get their pleasure from their wombs being pushed-in hard. They bear the pain and get off from it. It’s like the perfect gene-match, that’s why the attraction is electrifying, almost tangible.

This year I’ve been focusing less on Game and more both on my business and on playing poker, especially in the first three months.

I went through a dry-spell, mostly because I would cancel dates to go play a tournament on the weekends. One day I even took a girl out and talked about poker for most of it. I still got the lay.

Therefore I decided to set up a much better Tinder profile and I found out that the description is key to not only match with the 8s and 9s, but have them to message me first. (More on that soon).

Since my strongest asset is end-game, this internet thing works well for me.

The Match: 

I was in a city, one hour away from where I live, at my aunt’s house, where she cooked  feijoada and I was making caipirinhas when Dorothy super-liked me and soon after sent me the first message. She looks gorgeous. While my text-game isn’t as good as Nick’s, Jimmy’s or Burto’s, it is still way better than average, enough to keep the conversation light and the girl engaged once they are hooked. We talked about various things on Tinder, for the first two days, and then we exchange numbers. I was always teasing her and she would  respond really well, always following my leads.

I tried to get her to Campinas, but she said she wouldn’t be comfortable coming. It was Saturday afternoon when she asked me ‘why can’t you come to me instead?‘ so I set to find an excuse to be at her city.

‘Well, I do have a family event in your city tomorrow, so maybe I could go tonight and just stay till tomorrow.’

She responded by sending me a list of bars we could go to, and very deferring, she asked what kind of places I enjoyed going.


I pick her up 23:00 and took her to a live-music bar, where we sat at a table outside. It was mildly cold, but bearable without any jackets. Lots of people were judgmentally staring at me. When I pointed that out to Dorothy, she said it was because she is so tiny, they think she’s 15. Since we were both drinking, smoking and flirting, people probably thought of me as a nonse who would give cigs and booze to a minor. Maybe not concerned, maybe they were jealous. Good thing I wasn’t driving a van.

The date: 

I arranged my self to sit at a 45 degree. I sat back with my legs pointing away from her, legs crossed, so my head would have to be slightly turned to face Dorothy. She sat facing me, her legs pointing at me. She was leaning towards me. Later, when I returned from the toilet, I noticed she had moved her chair slightly closer to mine.

Dorothy likes speed, guns and danger, so my stories were about: a car accident I had in Florida and how everyone came out unscathed – it involved a party, a friend and two girls; about martial arts and how much that helps me make decisions in life; about my trips to the Amazon Forest; about living in London and organizing fashion parties.

Whilst she wasn’t giving many obvious IOIs, I noticed one, specifically, that said she wanted to fuck me. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse, and she would often raise one of her arms to flinch her hair We all know that armpit display is a strong sign the girl is attracted. She raised both of her arms, but she didn’t touch her hair. Instead, they were just raised in display while she was looking away. She looked so fresh!

We all have our peculiarities. Me, I won’t date a girl if her armpits are dark, creased or for some particular reason don’t look good to me. Hers were gorgeous and it made her that much more attractive.

My escalation is simple, lean and efficient – natural. I wait for a point in the conversation where we are both conspiring, smiling or laughing at the same thing, I then grab one of the girl’s hand and hold it, playing with it or interlocking fingers, resting on the table or on one of her legs. It’s a level achievement. Once you got this, you can grab or release at will.

Held-hand-escalation is way better than asking the girl to pull your finger so you can spin her while she bites you ankle, allowing you to twist her arm to get a kiss.

Sometimes girls will need their hand back and will be shy to grab yours again. If it’s resting on the table, you don’t want to leave them there, begging for her hand back. Make sure you keep your hand busy too, by grabbing your glass, for example. I will often break contact before she does, if I need to.

While it looks very simple, there are important points to be considered.

  • I always keep my hand under hers, so girls know they can pull back – normally they won’t;
  • I never want to hold the back of her hand, like grannies do – unless fingers are interlocked to emulate spooning;
  • I don’t change my BL to hold her hand – it’d be like coming out of my way. I continue sitting back, relaxed;
  • My grip will be looser than hers for most of the time, but I will squeeze her hand and wrist every so often to show dominance.

You gain so much rapport from it. It’s what couples (boyfriend & girlfriend) do. They don’t make out all the time; they hold hands. It reinforces your bubble – or creates it.

From there, I grabbed hold of both Dorothy’s hands, teased her so she would give me a reaction, pulled her in, Eskimo-kiss-closed her then pulled back. The kiss was on. Another level achieved. I could kiss her anytime now. I liked to wait.

Extraction was simple. Once we were in my car, I asked her if she’d like to continue drinking, to which she replied she wanted to eat. I suggested going to a love-motel where there were drinks and food and we could rest some. Before she could say ‘OK,’ I turned the engine on…

We had teased so much prior to the motel that it took me more than 30 minutes to get seduction on. She was so hyper, turning on the Jacuzzi (fully clothed), exploring the room and choosing the music. But once we started escalating, there were sparks all over. Clothes were off, I lied her down while I kissed her body. When I got to her nipples, she moaned with pleasure. Hands everywhere – what a body! She came as soon as I penetrated her. I thought she wouldn’t be able to take the whole thing, but she did.

You hurt me a bit“, she said in a complementary tone. I pounded her harder. I would pick her up, spin her around, slap her tiny little ass, because I wanted to hear her moan from a different angle. She was biting the pillow and scratching my arms.

It was like she was possessed by the devil.

If there were any soul connection at all, it was overshadowed by the physical connection. We were two sluts seeking pleasure from one another.

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Pomba Gira personifies female sexuality, beauty and desire. She is depicted as a beautiful woman who is insatiable.

Softening A Feminist

She could score as an eight, but for her ideologies. On her Social Network page, her description says ‘Feminist, Black and Actress.‘ She is also a ballerina. I take she is mix-race, because her skin colour is quite light.

I had second thoughts before and during the date. I once turned down socialist/feminists because, after I’d said ‘I’m exactly what you’re fighting against. I’m a businessman,’ she replied:

You explore people then.’

I employ people, and pay them a salary both sides agree upon. I provide opportunities so they can get their bills paid and improve their lives.’ 

She said I was different, in a good way, and offered me her number. I never contacted her.

This Ballerina was different. Besides being hotter, I thought she could challenge me some.

The Encounter.

She took the bus from a neighbouring city and walked to our rendezvous, at 18:30 hours. A local bar. I brought in Americano with me, who just introduced himself and left, and then both Ballerina and I changed tables, after my suggestion to sit outside. I was right away leading. Because of a good-mood I was in, conversation was light and we seemed to hit it off quite well, though I knew that given Brazil current situation, people are more politicized and at some point, we would have to touch the subject. If you assumed she is a leftist (why would you?), you then are correct.

Up to this stage, she knew me only to be a teacher, never a business-owner.

We took stabs at each other all night long. I’ve won most (if not all – fourth is arbitrary).

First Stab

Upon hearing I am into watching MMA, she said ‘well, that’s a sport that shouldn’t exist altogether. What’s the point of creating an event in which the sole purpose is to inflict pain onto one another?’ 

As in any other date, you don’t want to create conflicts. On the other hand, you have to show conviction of who you are and what you like and believe in. I quickly dismissed her – to the pleasure of a guy sitting next table who was clearly eavesdropping on us (who I got the impression was rooting for me) –  by saying ‘it’s a situation in which two adults agree to fighting each other and are well prepared to defend themselves.’

I thought it’d be unnecessary to mention a Russian organization that promotes fights among kids. Nevertheless, I don’t watch kids fights.

She didn’t quite agree with me, and we swerved the conversation to her telling me about how she was into dancing and acting since she was little.

Second Stab

After coming back from the toilet, Ballerina told me that, if anyone asks us, I’m her boyfriend. She was fed up with this waiter who was hitting on her while she was queuing.

Worst of all, I’m not proud to say it’s NOT the first time it happened,’ she said with a discussing face. ‘You are so lucky this doesn’t happen to guys much.’

I welcomed this opportunity real bad and said matching her discussing voice:

Oh but it does, and it’s horrible. A cousin of mine, who is a former footballer and now works as a model, gets hit on all the time. He is married too, but has never cheated. When I lived on The Island, women would sound their horn at me. At a bar, I would always grow very uncomfortable when I just wanted to hang out with my friends. Some girls would just try to escalate try to kiss me. Don’t you just hate it when this happens? I mean, people are so invasive. Americano has women throwing themselves at him left to right. And he too is faithful to his wife. People are so clueless sometimes…’ 

This did it. I told her story-after-story and she didn’t know how to react. I made it almost look like I was another girl complaining to her friend, so effortlessly. She seemed to be confused to find out this was not a Gender Issue, and it was beautiful.

Third Stab

This one was less dramatic. She criticized some automaker companies for having the most fiscal benefits. Randomly, I had read an interview in which Brazil GM’s CEO was asking for better conditions to get a more competitive market, instead of the benefits, so it can be viable to export, instead of only selling it locally. The cost of production in Brazil is nearly twice as much as both Mexico and Argentina, and it takes longer to produce it here.

I almost felt bad for this one. Almost.

I had the felling this date was not going too well, and decided to invest a little bit more, so I threw in some DHV related to both teaching and travelling to the Amazon, the two subjects that would spark her interest, then I got her talking about her passion for acting. I learned that she comes from an upper-middle class family and has probably never wanted for nothing. At the same time, she is a hard-working person who seeks her independence, which is rather an attractive quality to me.

She had tried to touch my arms a couple of time and I took that as IOIs.


She told me her last bus would leave at around 22:30, so we went to another bar nearer her stop at around 21:00 hours. We split the bill and walked.

There were some other IOIs on how she looked at me, turning her chin over her shoulder in a very feminine manner.

The first kino happened when I made fun of her over something and she showed me the middle finger – culturally it’s okay to do this to a friend as a form to bond, in Brazil – so I grabbed her hand and ordered her to behave. We instantly interlocked finger and she told me that she is always well behaved.

She was leaning against me when I showed her a note I carry in my wallet, written by my little adopted sister, who was seven when she wrote:

Suave, may God go with you and please don’t talk to strangers.’

Be careful, I might be a little bit strange sometimes, said Ballerina.

I’m sure you are,’ I replied pulling her in for the kiss.

Her soft, thin lips are a real turn-on and she is a good kisser. As I grabbed her hard, sometimes yanking her hair down, she got very aroused. Twenty minutes before her bus is due, I ask her to stay until whenever, and I would drive her home after. She says she doesn’t want to be a bother, to which I reply:

We are both having a good time, why cut the night short, when we can enjoy each-other’s company for longer?’ 

At this stage, we truly were having a great time. When we kissed some more, she again got aroused and stealthily placed her forearm on my cock.

Let’s stop somewhere, get some beer and head back to my apartment?’ I wanted this moment to be bold.

Girls have funny ways of saying ‘yes,’ to that question, and I was curious to find out hers.

Are there any places near your house that sell beer?’ 

Oh, there are plenty.’ 

When we were waiting in line to pay for the beer at a supermarket near my place, she leaned against me, put her hand between her back and started to lightly stroke my cock over my trousers. To be honest, anyone could notice what was going on and we both knew it.

Extraction and Fourth Stab

I was fingering her in less than five minutes after walking into the apartment. I deliberately went a bit fast, and then she showed some mild resistance. We both knew what was going to happen.

I took a step back and played some music. After escalating again, I carried her into my bedroom, threw her onto my bed, and removed her dress then the rest of my clothes. Again, we were going a bit too fast – I didn’t care much – and she decided to do a take away on me.

She said:

I want to turn you on and make you wait. This is me taking a stab at you.’ 

I guess this was her way of re-framing, for she knew she was going to get F-Bombed and probably felt she had to get the upper hand and hold on to it as long as she could.

There was no need to panic since I know how to play the take-away game. We just lay on the bed as if we had just fucked, me completely naked and her on her panties only. She would make fun of me and say I looked upset. I never did, but there was no point in telling her. I guess she wanted me to be upset so bad that she would see me as if I were. I brushed it off and started talking about something else, but she would bring it back, as if she were making fun of me, again.

This was so easy to deal with and in about ten minutes, she was escalating me, this time to never go back. She was laying on her belly when I removed her nickers, grabbed a condom and took her from behind, as animals do.

The stabbing at each other ended.

It was during and after sex that her true self came out and I could see that behind her concepts were this kind and slightly insecure little girl. She was often asking whether I was enjoying the sex and asked me to tell her what I wanted her to do. Then she said something a little bit weird:

You brought me here to perform an act. If I don’t perform well, you might be put off a bit.’ 

My philosophy says that sex is act to be performed with another person and that both parts must be comfortable with what you are doing. I will only do what I like. I expect pleasure and I give pleasure. For me it’s a turn on to see a girl moaning and cumming. I like to watch them shaking after a session, so I told her that for me, having an orgasm is the end of sex. I like the during phase; the noise, the bed rocking, the touch and feeling of her skin, the many passionate kissing and more…

We fucked many times, and she asked the same question again. She needed reassuring. I didn’t reassure her the second time, but she had proven to be a sweet person who liked to cuddle and kiss. I like her lips and kisses.

A funny incident happened in the middle of the night. After waking up for another go, she came on my hand. Then she started stroking me hard while giving me head. I wanted to cum, so I came into her mouth. After she headed to the toilet to spit it out, I told her I had some Listerine if she wanted to wash her mouth. She told me she was going to brush her teeth. On her way to grab her necessaire, she said to me in a mildly distraught voice:

I’d rather you told me next time you plan on coming in my mouth.’ 

Now, if a girl is stroking your hard with her mouth in your cock, you will assume she is OK with what comes after.

Are you serious you got upset?’ I asked

She hurried back to where I was, sat on my lap, very apologetically saying she was not upset and that she was going to brush her teeth either ways. Maybe her complaining was an automatic reaction to something she actually likes, but probably in some women-discussion group, it was said that men should ask them if they are okay with it. I think she does what she is told, not what she wants to, but, again, her personality comes out and she is this caring, warm-hearted girl.

I would definitely want to see her again. We had this amazing sexual energy, which is not easy to find, and I need some new challenge in my life. In addition, I like her as a person, even though we both fight against what the other believes in.

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.

Snow White
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.

Bidding The Sex Island Goodbye

It is not but with great grief that I announce my journey on The Sex Island is over, at least for the time being. (There is still one more post to come after this one about my adventures here).

I first came to The Sex Island in July 2014 for two weeks to get to know the project I would then start working from September 2014. While in July I was in a relationship with a girl back in Sao Paulo and I didn’t do any Game, in September I was single again and ready to tear down the place.

My time here was well spent. I got to know a culture so rich, full of dances and mystiques, the local folklore which broadened my mind. I also grew a lot in the professional aspect, having picked up interpreting skills.

I certainly want to come back in the future.

I’ve lived on The Sex Island for a total of 15 months, but because of the many travels, effectively I spent a little less than ten – I went to The Jungle City four times in these 15 months and each visit lasted around four to five weeks.

Between The Sex Island and The Jungle City, I counted 31 girls I
F-Bombed, going through my Facebook and Whatsapp lists. I counted only the girls from these two cities, therefore the girls I F-Bombed in Sao Paulo are not included. Plus, there might be some girls I couldn’t remember – not all of them are on my Facebook and my phone was stolen (in front of five girls).

It averages two girls per month, which is not great, but at the same time it shows consistency. Taking into consideration that I didn’t have a car until March, which limited my availability to go out, I can say I did pretty well.

Twenty-one out of the thirty-one from North Brazil were closed in 2015 (excluding the overlaps), which lowers my average.

I am more than happy, because I closed one hot girl after another. First there was a nurse in February, then there was a real Model in July, Celebrity and Pocahontas in November, Curly Hair and Netflix & Chill since September, a cheeky threesome in April, another hottie in August and a new acquisition who deserves a post of her own.

There are obviously a few I never wrote about.

After my break up in September 2014 I was a bit on the low end, as you would, but it was only in 2015 I decided to get serious into Game, although not as a PUA any more. My ex-girlfriend was hot and intelligent, but I wouldn’t take her back now. And miss all this fun?

This year was my best in terms of quality. I can proudly remember each single lay and know it was picked among the best.

At the beginning of the year I projected my success, and I’ve more than accomplished it.

The scary part is, this only the (re)beginning.