One powerful concept I picked up off my mentor James Marshall was the idea of 'Passive Income Sex'. It's the idea that while going out to pick up chicks can be fun, ideally you should build a lifestyle that attracts women so you can focus your energy on other things. In the same way passive financial income allows you to make money with little or no effort, passive income sex means you get laid as a byproduct of other parts of your life.
This report features not only have passive income sex (meeting a girl while coaching), but because she wrote the report from her perspective, it also features passive income Lay Report writing. What I mean by that is, not only did I have to exert very little effort to meet and fuck her, I didn’t even have to write the report myself! I told her about the website and she wrote about it from her perspective.
In that sense, this is passive income sex and passive website content creation.
Here is her report:
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This is a report about me meeting and sleeping with Liam McRae.
While walking to a club in a backless shirt after a few too many drinks with a friend we decided to take a breather and sit down for a moment. It was at this moment that I heard
“you’re game” in a males voice behind me. This unknown individual and his friend advanced and we started talking.
Now, as this was clearly after a couple of drinks my memory of the conversation is extremely blurred till the “will you go out with me?” from the guy that had initially called me game caught my attention.
“I don’t know you” was clearly the only thing I could think to say.
“What if I tell you my awesomely cool middle name?”
“Sure, then I’ll go out with you.”
“Farquar.”
“Well you’re lying to me, so I’m dumping you.” I replied laughing, thinking to myself, what the hell is happening here?
The pair of us faked being awkward ex’s and he somehow got my number with this unusual process claiming that we had to give back each others stuff. With that we went our separate ways.
The following evening I received a message “are you a fan of awkward phone conversations or should I leave you an awkward voicemail?” from the quirky confident guy from the night before. Deciding the voicemail was definitely more awkward, I ignored the incoming call. The resulting voicemail definitely made me laugh and I decided to call him back, we sat on the phone for over an hour talking absolute shit without a moment of awkward silence or the like.
A few phone calls and a fortnight later and the two of us decided to meet for drinks. At this point I was in the city with friends who were planning on going home, so I went with the ‘fuck it’ mindset and went to Cookie to meet this man that I realised - I hardly remember what he looked like. Dark hair was my single recollection from our first encounter, and clearly that didn’t make it any easier to spot him.
However after the “I’m here” text was sent to him the man sauntering down the stairs ahead of me - who then proceeded to kiss my hand and hold it up the three flights was clearly the person I was looking for. I was pleasantly surprised. We got chatting and in response to the question “what’s your day job” I was surprised and almost worried to be met with a huge groan from him. It was at this point that I found out what his kind of ‘life coaching’ is and I couldn’t help but play along. We sat at the bar while he rambled on about his unusual friends, with me stroking his leg playfully but subtly, finding my way over his jeans towards his groin and seeing the change in his face and body language - I was loving it.
We decided it was time to head home and he offered me a lift, now while the 2 or 3 block walk to his car was spent talking about potential gang rape that he was leading me towards at no point did it cross my mind that a) I have no idea who this guy is, or b) should I be trying to remember some self defense moves for later? Instead he drove me home and we ended the night with a kiss on the cheek before we went our separate ways.
A couple of days later, a Tuesday night I think it may have been, I was at home doing nothing before receiving a call around 11pm asking if I wanted to come over and cook dinner with him. Again, ‘fuck it’ came to mind (I feel one day this mindset could get me in a lot of trouble) and off to his house we went. He cooked himself dinner while we discussed fashion, art, and his hippy past life before he had a moment of ‘check me out’ and showed me some of the music he has composed. Knowing he’s reading this, I’ll reiterate you have the right to flaunt the work you do, its good!
Liam edit: Shameless self promotion...this is what i showed her, I composed the music
Monster Hunter Trailer
Anyways, once the necessary task of eating was finished we found ourselves sitting, my legs on his lap, talking about Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov and how in the book, the main character would use the young girls legs to get himself off without anyone realising. The pair of us held eye contact all throughout the conversation and the exploring of my legs he was doing with his finger tips. The tension between us was brewing but we both restrained ourselves, letting the tension brew and build even further. Even after his hand had slipped under my panties and was slowly exploring me, slipping his fingers inside, we held eye contact and said almost nothing.
I moved no closer to him and he moved no closer to me in the process, the only change being my breathing heightening, something he picked up on and watched as my chest rose and fell noticeably as I inhaled and exhaled deeply, still not loosing my cool and pouncing onto him. I’m not sure if he found it funny or sexy, my extreme composure, he just continuously told me I didn’t need to be so composed. Until I had to give in and climb onto his lap to finally kiss him - something that hadn’t happened between us up until this point.
It was decided then we should have a shower, we undressed each other and got into the steamy small shower, needing to stay close together in the confined space and both wanting to be under the hot water. He began to soap me up, feeling all over my body before continuing to explore me, this time with his mouth as I stood above him. This position was deemed impractical (something I always find so humorous about sexual situations) before we switched to me standing in front of him, with my back to him, with his hands reaching around to finger me and my hands behind me giving him a hand job.
His repeated requests to be firmer was a major turn on, I felt like all my muscles were being used to hold his cock as firmly as a could - something that was clearly successful with the result of cum all over my lower back and ass. He cleaned me up, we got ourselves out of the shower and moved to the bedroom in towels. At this point he received a call and started pacing the room, I started happily reading the blurb of a book by his bed before getting frustrated and, restraining myself from going over to him and interrupting the business call by kissing his chest, or worse, dropping his towel, I instead decided to drop my own towel and get into his bed - he noticed and the phone call didn’t last too much longer, mission accomplished.
We had sex. Powerful sex. His growls were a turn on, his clawing at my waist and his biting of my skin were a turn on. Knowing he was going crazy made me the same. We slept, but upped the anti in the morning with round 2. Round 2 involving myself on my knees, yelping and pulling away while he drove me into ecstasy over and over and over and over again from behind. It was exhaustingly incredible. His clawing at my skin in ecstasy returned and resulting in perfect long red lines from my shoulders down to my waist - a very sexy picture.
We then decided to explore anal, something both of us have only touched on in the past. Something I didn’t think I’d do with someone I hardly knew and clearly wasn’t in a relationship with. But it was comfortable, both of us seemed to click communication wise and we made the whole day spent in bed work very well for both of us, with more growling and biting from himself I’m happy to report on.
Days later and we found ourselves at my house, fucking on my sofa and living room floor before having a long shower yet again together. The following morning we again set our days up to a good start with round 2, him going crazy over my ass, pounding it deeply yet again. At this point we had to say a temporary good bye as he was spending a fortnight in Sydney.
2 weeks go by and he’s back for a night at my house, a night that was meant to be a ‘hello, I’m back from my trip, lets check out your new hair style and go our separate ways’ kind of meeting, but which instead turned into him turning extremely domineering and rough in the kitchen. It was sexy, but almost worrying. Definitely the roughest, most threatening someone’s been to me. Obeying his orders, he had be playing with myself in front of him while he ate, before fucking me on the kitchen floor, kitchen bench and eventually pushing me into the bedroom. Here the aggression settled and his painful cock crept back into the picture.
Something I seem to do to him each time we meet, he gets that hard he’s in pain, substantial amounts of pain by the way he acts. I’ll admit his discomfort is a bit of a turn on, it definitely makes me feel sexy. Painful pleasure to the extent in which he can hardly fuck me because he’s going that crazy - which is driving me mental, knowing how powerful and good he is and not getting it! Anyways, after a substantial amount of time of gentle on and off fucking he decided he could handle me being on top. I began to grind into him slowly, lifting myself off him all the way to the top of his head before pushing back down. I love being on top, watching the face of the person below you responding to everything you’re doing.
In this manner he ended up orgasming - but that word, in this situation, I feel is an understatement. He went crazy. Not in the aggressive growling powerful way I’d seen before, but instead in a whimpering uncontrollable way, staying extraordinarily sensitive while I continued to slowly grind into him - till the point where I almost feared he was going to pass out there and then. This out of control state lasted for a good 20 minutes or so, he asked me to cuddle as he tried to regain his composure - he was definitely the girl in this position. I couldn’t have been happier, I’d never seen someone orgasm with such intensity before. It was awesome.
Later in the night we started at it again, initially in a spooning position before ending up in this scissor/pretzel kind of my leg onto of his while his are within mine, we stayed slow watching each other. This was an entirely different intensity, not the fast or rough fucking kind of intensity, but the close, slow, watching each other, noticing every movement and feeling everything kind of intensity. It was great, I think a surprise for both of us who would usually go for a hard or fast route, instead went crazy with this far more slow and sensual experience. Exhaustion set in, he spent the night in my bed, I awoke bright and early, getting myself ready for uni before kissing him goodbye as I left him in bed.
And now we’re at present day, and after writing the whole series of events out I’m thinking I’ll have to see if a certain someone is free tomorrow evening..
CHAT
, For the rest, I guess you just happened to have an adventurous girl, i would happily stay a fuck buddy but DO NOT recommend you get into a relationship mate, or well, you might as well just end up geting cheated on. 
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