On 12/6/2019, Friday, I met a girl named Drew at Taylor’s. She was drunk, relatively attractive (I’d wager an HB 7; definitely a girl-next-door cuteness), and most importantly, sexually aggressive. Definitely not relationship material, nor remotely useful for anything beyond an ONS.
She had brunette hair, blue eyes, about 5’7”-5’8”, with a definite Germanic look to her. Her appearance and dress reminded me of a girl you’d see in the late ’90s – early 2000s’. Black coat, light blue jeans, and a bun-like hair-do. Hard to describe. Unfortunately, she was also “thick”. Not fat, but not skinny either. Her personality wasn’t terrible – but after we fucked, she began to chase me afterward and I simply responded nonchalantly at her advances.
Before I officially begin my report, I’d like to thank an artist I met along the way. He was a Hispanic gentleman, possibly late 50s, and quiet. He radiated passion which helped lighten the mood. A polar opposite of my logical nature. Without his winging, I don’t know if I would have succeeded tonight.
Techniques and principles used during the seduction primarily hailed from Liam Mcrae’s Rapid Escalation and James Marshall’s lesson on focusing my sexual intent. Thankfully, due to the training from Natural Lifestyles, I was able to secure a notch that very night.
Notch Report #2:
At first, I started the night out at Taylor’s heavily introverted and suffering from approach anxiety. I decided to order a full-serving of Stella Artois, sideglancing at a light-skinned black man adjacent to me gaming a blonde-haired white woman.
After a few minutes, I decided to leave. Don’t get me wrong, Taylor’s was awesome. I loved the deep house music, the older and more mature crowd compared to Victor’s. Once I exited the front door, I lit up a cigarette and met the Hispanic artist.
That’s when Drew and her crew came out. It was her, an older female she met tonight, her friend, and some dude who reeked of beta behavior.
We chatted it up for a bit and Drew’s crew invited me inside for drinks. The Hispanic artist and I looked at each other with a knowing expression and we both went inside.
After dancing with Drew, I started to become a little aggressive. I moved my face closer to her’s, before we finally kissed a few times. She looked at me sternly and said, “We’re so not having sex tonight.” I knew from her expression and tone of voice that this was a shit test. One that I fucking passed with flying colors.
At 11:30PM, she wanted to leave. I wasn’t sexually aggressive enough, and a hint of anger of not pushing harder overcame me. I decided to dance with her one last time, and while dancing, I pushed her against the wall. My hands began unconsciously exploring her body, fingers running down her jeans while I aggressively made out with her. Interestingly enough, her pussy was hairy, but she wasn’t wet. Not yet.
In response to the onset of my aggressive sexual advances, she started moving her hand down my pants, stroking me.
I had a half-chub, and from the corner of the bar I heard a guy scream, “Woo! Get it!” I thought he was trying to cock-block, but it was a split-second later that I learned he was cheering me on.
Within 20 minutes of messing around, her friend decided to pull us into a pizza harbor.
Drew kept insisting she had to see her friend, but I was persistent. Really fucking persistent. I pulled her into an alley (which sounds bad, I know), and began making out with her in a secluded area. My fingers started drilling into her pussy which was visibly wet during this time. Unzipping my belt, I took out my erection and she started stroking it before going out and giving me a blowjob.
She decided we should stop and since this was an alleyway, I started formulating plans to pull her back to my apartment.
Once we went inside the pizza parlor, Drew stated she had to go pee. I simply followed her inside the restroom. She didn’t shoo me out or make any negative responses. After she went pee, I pulled her onto the floor, jeans to her knees. She said, “We shouldn’t do this, people could be coming,” but that changed as I entered my member into her pussy.
In response, no joke, she moaned and said, “Fuck me.”
That was the crazy part of the story. Afterward, Drew’s friends left her after we both spent about 15-20 minutes in the restroom. I pulled her home and we near continuously fucked for about 3 hours. I thought I had fucking sexual stamina. Drew was a fucking sex fiend.
Addendum: I’d like to note Drew is absolutely broken. She enjoyed it when I choked her in public, pulled her hair and slapped her ass hard. There is something terribly wrong with women in American society, and a prime example of that is how Drew loved being treated like trash.
When I decided to be softer after sex, she was still aggressive, but I started seeing a little more disrespect and shit on her end.