This is an example of me putting in very little effort and me getting laid as the by-product of me living the reality I've created for myself. It was a long hard (and fun) road getting here and it is sweet that it's all paying off to make sex this easy.
It all stems from the concept I learned in the Masterclass: James' seduction economy. Rather than going out cold approach sarging every week, it's so much easier to just build your life to a point where sex comes to your effortlessly as a product of your actions. This means you don't have to expend much time on meeting women and you can focus your energy on other stuff.
I've built my lifestyle in such a way that my ideal day is waking up, playing guitar or composing film scores for 6-8 hours, lifting weights and then going to bed. So this means I don't actually spend a lot of time out and about picking up chicks, which means when a window of opportunity opens I have to make sure I capitalize on it. So any trip to outside the house becomes a chance to meet my next lover, and I always dress for the occasion.
A few months ago I was in Glenferrie buying RAM for my MacBook so it wouldn't lag when I run memory intensive music composition programs.
Walking back to my car along the suburban street, I was a little disappointed that I hadn't seen any women that caught my eye, when I glance across the street and see a cute girl walking her dog.
I hesitate for a second. The fact that it's in a suburban side street and not the main shopping area throws me off guard. Then I remember that it's my job to destroy those limiting beliefs in other people, so I remind myself that location is largely irrelevant as long as you adapt, and strut on over.
"Hey!" I call out after her. "Cute dog!"
She smiles, we chat about the dog, and introduce ourselves.
At this distance I wasn't as attracted to her. Her face was cute but she didn't have an ideal body type: she was a bit on the voluptuous side and at that point near the start of the year I was really screening for super tiny chicks (probably seeking girls who looked like the girl I had a crush on). I didn't feel a strong vibe between us either, so I bade her farewell and went on my way.
A few weeks later I was coaching at the Hawthorne, and I saw her again. "Hey! You're the girl from the street!"
"Oh hi!" she replied. I was in the middle of coaching so I couldn't really stay to chat, so I sent her on her way again, much to her disappointment.
Again, at that point in time I was seeing a bunch of other girls so I wasn’t really looking to meet anyone new.
That was two months ago. I saw her again last night, and said hi as she walked past. She looked much better. I think she had lost weight, her figure was much more attractive. "Oh hi!" she exclaimed, and threw her arms around me. We had what I felt like was a pleasant chat, but she was being very seductive with her touch.
Now this is where it got interesting. I already had her in my mind in the "I'm not interested" category. So when she was touching me, it felt like unwanted attention and was slightly uncomfortable. She had her arm around me, was looking me dead in the eye with clear sexual intent, and her voice made it clear she meant business.
She pulled out her phone and said "I think it's time we became Facebook friends..."
I put in my details and she went to the toilet. Suddenly, I noticed a change. As she left, she took all her sexy validating feelings with her, and I was left in an empty void. I surprised myself with this, but I could feel her the space where her sexual energy used to be.
I was amazed at how she had turned herself around in my mind from "that girl I'm not interested in" to "that girl that was seducing me just now".
A large part of my newfound attraction to her came because I LOVE sexually forward chicks. Growing up in a society that fed me beliefs like "women don't like sex, they just use it to control men" has created a fantasy in my mind of the opposite to this: a sexually forward woman who is extremely horny and goes out of her way to find sexual partners. Women who don’t bullshit about it and just cut to the fact that they want to fuck is so sexy for me.
This girl was slotting right into that fantasy in my mind. Later I was sitting down and she walked up to me, and sat on the arm of the couch leaning over me.
She was giving me her flirtiest, most seductive sex eyes, while running her hands sensually on my bicep and tracing her fingers lightly along my leg. It gave me a massive erection.
We were chatting about something pointless, and I started to graze my beard into her inner arm. She shivered and said "did you just nuzzle me?" this was the first overt sign I had given her that I was into her.
After another 10 seconds she leaned in and tried to kiss me. I brushed her away and said "no kissing in public...but keep up the hand thing"
"what hand thing?" she asked.
"you were just running your hand up my leg...don't stop"
"like this?" she said as she moved it further up my leg.
"yes...keep going".
She slowly slid her hand along my inner thigh until she found my bulging erection. "wow!" she exclaimed.
"you're doing that to me."
She tried to kiss me again and I said "let's go somewhere more private. Want to come to my house? I have SPAM toys and a PlayStation and stuff, there's heaps of cool stuff to do there" while burning her with hellfire eye contact.
"ummmm...hahaha. really? Like now?"
She deliberated a bit but then said "ok! I'll just go tell my friend...stay right here!"
I sat there patiently, and a minute later her friend came up and sat in the same spot. "What’s your address!? Where do you live?!" she demanded.
I told her where I lived and asked her if she wanted me to write it down. She agreed. I told her "you are so cool you know. I love it how you want to make sure your friend is safe but you're not getting in the way of her having fun."
"Yeah I'm a good friend."
She left and a couple next to me said "wow man...you're on fire tonight! TWO girls have come to pick you up! It's like you're a professional!"
To which I replied, "yes I am a professional. And no, that second girl was actually the first girls friend checking up on what was going on."
We chatted about my job for a while, then I went to the toilet. I saw my girl at the bar so I went up to her. "Let’s go" I said. "You’ve already told your friend".
It turns out her friend was the exact opposite of what I had predicted. I thought she was happy to let her go home with me as long as she was safe. It turns out she was the biggest cockblock ever.
‘What did you friend say?’ I asked.
She started umming and ahhing and gave a bunch of excuses that I could tell were bullshit, so I just cut to the chase. "You already said you wanted to come home with me. Why are you being all weird about it now? Did your friend guilt trip you?”
“NO! She didn’t! Well…she kind of did…you might not even be good in bed anyway…”
She kept saying excuses like that half-heartedly but I could tell she didn’t believe a word of it. I said ‘how about you decide that when I'm fucking you’ and she giggled.
After 5 minutes of this she was just about ready to go when I see in the mirror her friend signalling her behind my back. I just raise my middle finger up over my back and continue talking. Her friend comes around, grabs my girl and says ‘WE are going dancing!’
I step forward and stop both of them. ‘Why are you doing this? Are you her mum?’
‘WE’RE GOING DANCING’
It’s funny that at this point, it was less about me getting sex and more about the girl getting sex. I could tell she was GAGGING to be fucked and I hated the fact that her friend was ruining her chance to get laid. I felt like there was an imbalance in the masculine-feminine polarity of the universe. This girl NEEDED to have sex that night; it was my gift to the balance of the cosmos, to the sex gods and goddesses. I was channelling a higher purpose.
I held my frame with fierce intent and said ‘No. She is staying right here with me. I’m not letting you ruin her night.’
My girl says ‘uhhh…come on, just come and dance for 10 minutes and we can talk about it there…’
‘No. Fuck that. This is bullshit, I’m going home and you’re either coming with me or letting your bullshit friend ruin your night. How long are you going to live your life with your friends telling you what to do? This is fucked. You want to come home and have sex with me; you already said that, but you’re letting her fuck it all up for you.’
I turned to her friend ‘You are a terrible friend. She wants to come home with me, and you are deciding for her what she does. Why do you have to go out of your way to ruin other peoples nights?’
This caused her to let go of her friend’s hand and stand at the bar with me. Her friend stormed off and we stayed there.
We talked about it for 2 more minutes, she gave a bunch more lame limp logistical excuses which I just keep shooting down, and eventually she said ‘FINE. Ill go home with you… as long as you wear a condom.’
‘I always wear a condom. Lets go.’
I took her by the hand and led her out of the bar. We walked to my car and I told her how cool it was what she was doing, how this was great the she was finally taking action against the wishes of her friend for her own benefit. “Well I’m always open to trying new things…” she said.
During the drive she was touching my dick and sucking my finger at the traffic lights. I was explaining to her my open and accepting attitudes to sexually liberated women, and how I respect girls who go after what they want and own their sexuality without letting other peoples judgements stop them.
She was so excited when she got into my room. ‘Fuck yeah! I’ve been wanting some sex for soooo long. I think I'm hornier than most girls’
‘I don’t think you are… I know a lot of horny chicks.’
‘No…I am, seriously. I think about it all the time! Either that or other girls are just better at hiding it than me.’
We got in and I layed her face down on the bed, tracing my tongue up her legs and burrowing my face between then. I climbed on top of her and turned her around to kiss her. After sucking her tits she pinned me down and pulled my pants off, setting to work on my dick with blowjob skills that told me she had lots of practice. She skin was so soft and her tits were nice and firm. I love running my fingers over bodies like that.
After licking and sucking me till I was rock hard, I rolled on a condom, spread her legs back as far as they would go and entered her. ‘Fuck me! Fuck me hard!’ she gasped.
I couldn’t fuck her hard for long because I knew it would send me over the edge, so I had to keep stopping and giving her some slow, deep thrusts. This frustrated her but turned her on even more. Eventually she said ‘just come!’ which I later found out helps her to orgasm when the guy is coming. I took my cue and went for it, jackhammering her till I blew deep inside her. She hadn’t come but she was so close, and it only took my rubbing her G-stop for 10 more seconds with my finger for her to have a shuddering orgasm too.
A while later I decided to teach her some handjob skills. I've done this with a fair few girls recently and I've found them all supremely grateful for the lesson. So many girls have no idea and I'm happy to be the guy they practice on.
‘Do you want it in your mouth or on your tits?’
‘On my tits!’ she purred seductively. She’s the third girl who’s said that recently. Clearly not enough men are coating their partner’s tits with their semen.
So after a good handjob and titty-fucking I indulged her in her cream fantasy, cleaned her up and she got a cab home.
Before she left we had a bit of a chat.
‘I don’t think I would be this open with other guys…I wouldn’t have been game for stuff like you coming on my tits. I think I would worry too much about what they thought of me. it’s like you let me just be free, just to be myself and be adventurous sexually’.
This was an awesome compliment to hear. It’s great to hear that I make her feel like that.
"So why were you out tonight? Sober?" she asked me.
"Well... finished giving my presentation on social freedom, then I went to band practice. Driving home at midnight I was gonna go home to "be productive" but then I thought, "Liam if you go home now, it’s too late to play guitar loudly. You’ll just eat food, get distracted and stay up late online"
So I decided "I should just go to the Nevermind and find a girl to take home..."
"Ha! You didn't have to try very hard did you!" she giggled.
"True...but what you're missing is the years of hard work that I put into getting the skill and confidence to just approach a cute girl on the street in the daytime...it's like I had to try really hard all those times I got rejected...and now I'm just cashing in a big fat sex cheque as it all pays off. It's like I just rock up at the Nevermind and say "one night of simple easy sex please" and the universe says "yes sir, coming right up".
"haha! True!"
‘So what’s the deal with your friend anyway?’
‘Oh…I don’t know. She’s just...whatever…you really hate her don’t you?’
The anger in my voice was unmasked.
‘Well I wouldn’t say I hate her, I barely know her. But I hate what she represents, which is people projecting their problems onto their friends and fucking with their nights. I hate the way she acted tonight.’
She pulled out her phone and said ‘Wow! She’s been texting me all night! I’ve missed all these texts.’
Here is the text exchange between the two of them. Her bitchy friend is the grey one.
She said ‘so if I was really horny…I could just call you and ask for some sex…and you’d say yes. Sweet! I love this whole free sex vibe you have!’
I feel like I've done a good thing, showing her not to let other people fuck with what you want to do, and also showing her that if you find open and accepting people to explore your sexuality with it can be a whole lot of fun.
CHAT