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What's been up
No twat since 23 Oct when I came inside my previous almost FB due to condom slipping off during third smash.
Met a hottie in the elevator and then canteen of my office building and took her out on a date but she was too tired to head to mine for dessert. We made out. Blue testicles.
Met another babe at a birthday party on 30 Nov but she fizzled out over text.
Started supplementing test (Ashwagandha) and having raging boners every night, hungry for twat.
Finished first term of my second Master's and to reward myself started playing a strategy computer game for the first time since 2012.
The freezing temperatures since Nov were making me antisocial and less likely to go out on the pussy prowl, also since one of the heaters in my studio never worked and the other broke down after working three times, so it is also cold in my house.
This week
Social momentum built with several activities, including a day of filming, an away day with my team, dinner at a colleague's house, dinner out with a buddy and an acquaintance, and then board games and stellar aged Scottish whiskey at another colleague's house.
Yesterday
A close friend invited me for brunch with two of his buddies and I decided to invite two or three of mine. We made a party of it. I hadn't seen one of mine since September or October, and we hung out even after the brunch as he wanted to do some shopping close to mine.
Later I dined with him (three or so slices of pizza, second dinner) at his and then we departed for the first of two house parties that were going down that night, on two streets next to each other.
As soon as I walked into the first house party, I started reconsidering going to the second. There was already an impressive amount of hot chicks there. Additionally, whilst I didn't know anyone in the first house party (my buddy from the brunch who I hadn't seen since Sept/Oct knew one of the guys who live there), I knew most of the people in the second house party, which meant that it was less likely to be a venue where I could obtain twat.
I immediately noticed AIs from a banging ginger-haired French girl, one of the hottest girls of the night, and opened her three-set (all hotties) with “do you guys know where we can hang our coats?”
I circled back to them afterwards and opened them with “Cheers!” with my 0.0% alcohol beer bottle. I started talking to the ginger only with her girlfriends still next to us. Then I asked her how she knew one of the other girls and we went back to the set. Then they went to one of the dancefloor rooms.
I wanted the ginger but knew not to chase after her as she was bound to know her value. So I talked with other people in the meantime, including another set of three chicks that had just arrived, one Algerian, a Dutch mulatta with Dominican Republic blood, and a Rwandan. I also spoke to a cool dude from Catalunya. "Cheers!" while clinking my beer bottle with that of another of the hottest girls at the party, a succulent French brunette, was met with a cold breeze.
Then I went to the dancefloor, and the three Africans were there, flirting with me. I knew they wanted some fun, but I wanted ginger. I re-opened her and one of her girlfriends, and then suddenly, the Catalan guy came and started talking to the ginger…
I stood my ground, eventually chatting to another of the ginger Frenchie's hottie three-set, a petite Russian dirty blonde with nice blue eyes, a plain face, and a perfect body. In the convo, I asked the golden question: “What do you like to do besides work?” she answered and then reverted the question to me. I answered that I liked to “Read, watch movies, travel, eat, have sex, go gym, go to parties.” She said she liked all of those things as well.
During this whole convo I was eyeing ginger, who was still my target, and when Russian went to get something more to drink, I barged into her chat with Catalan. Then ginger said she wanted to get more to drink and I went after her, but I saw another dude was now hitting on her.
At this point I was feeling tired and it was 11.45 p.m. or so. I really wanted to just call it a night, since I had a tour to do this morning and wanted to get some nice recharging time with a solid 9 hours’ sleep. I intimated this intention of mine to my buddy, who invited me for a game of beer pong.
I decided to join in for the beer pong. This was a good decision because it greatly improved my state due to the fun nature of the game. We were three Southerners against three German chicks, only one of which - a cute brunette with buxom breasts partially glimpsable through a stylish thin-fabric multi-color striped button top, with her belly button visible (slim waist) and curvy derriere inside a pair of jeans - was hot. When we beat them – and I was the one to score their last two cups – I went up to the two hotter girls and put my arm around them, and kissed the hot one on the cheek. Then I went upstairs to the dance floor room.
Soon I saw the German had also come to the dance floor room. I went up to her and her girlfriend and put my arm around her waist while asking her if she liked the regaetton that was playing or if she preferred techno, which seems to be a big thing in Berlin. She told me she was not from Berlin. In the meantime, she seemed comfortable with my touch. Very soon her friend left us alone, and I started dancing with her. Very soon into our dance she put her arm around my neck to come closer to me, and we started making out. I noticed the ginger Frenchie with her arm around another dude. At this point I abandoned my intention to go for her.
I soon gathered that the hot German I was dancing and making out with was living 10 minutes away from the house, but that she was there with her housemate, one of the two girls who were in her beer pong team. I knew it would be tougher to deal with this wildcard than to find a girl who was by herself.
I noticed Russian wasn’t far away. I suspected she may have seen us making out but I decided to reopen her anyway. I took her hands to dance, and after a bit of salsa I held her close. Soon into this she grabbed my neck and attacked my mouth hungrily.
Words cannot describe the rush of excitement that was pulsating through my body at this point, wrapped as I was around this hot Russian girl, who was merely dressed in a black dress, rubbing myself on her and taking it with gusto.
The song ended and we broke up. Then a different style of music started, but soon it was regaetton again and we could be close, and the makeout resumed. She was shoving her tongue into my mouth with such force that I had to investigate further.
“Do you wanna go somewhere else?”
“Okay. Where?”
Now I knew this could backfire, so I babystepped it.
“Depending on the time, we could go to xyz rooftop bar.”
She answered, “Yeah, depending on the time.”
I said, “Or we could go back to my place.”
She said, “Sure, we could do that. My friends will probably judge me.”
I said, “We can leave without them noticing,” to which she said “I don’t care.”
Then we gathered our belongings, I called an uber, we got to mine, and soon we were at it like animals. The sexual chemistry was strong, but I was exhausted, so came shortly into smash. Then my thin skin condoms were out and I only had normal thicker ones, and I couldn’t get it up when she tried to go on top of me after some success fucking her adapted missionary for second sesh. Over post-coital she said she thought I was 28 lmao (I'm 36). She's 25.
I asked her if she wanted to sleep over, and she said “Better not, I have to blablabla tomorrow.” She got her clothes on, called herself an uber, and left.
Before she left, she said, “It was nice to meet you. See you…maybe” I got her number and bid her my adieux. Sent her the usual Skills protocols, and she’s been responsive, waiting on a response to my latest text.
Will try to get her to meet again.
Merry Christmas folks.
No twat since 23 Oct when I came inside my previous almost FB due to condom slipping off during third smash.
Met a hottie in the elevator and then canteen of my office building and took her out on a date but she was too tired to head to mine for dessert. We made out. Blue testicles.
Met another babe at a birthday party on 30 Nov but she fizzled out over text.
Started supplementing test (Ashwagandha) and having raging boners every night, hungry for twat.
Finished first term of my second Master's and to reward myself started playing a strategy computer game for the first time since 2012.
The freezing temperatures since Nov were making me antisocial and less likely to go out on the pussy prowl, also since one of the heaters in my studio never worked and the other broke down after working three times, so it is also cold in my house.
This week
Social momentum built with several activities, including a day of filming, an away day with my team, dinner at a colleague's house, dinner out with a buddy and an acquaintance, and then board games and stellar aged Scottish whiskey at another colleague's house.
Yesterday
A close friend invited me for brunch with two of his buddies and I decided to invite two or three of mine. We made a party of it. I hadn't seen one of mine since September or October, and we hung out even after the brunch as he wanted to do some shopping close to mine.
Later I dined with him (three or so slices of pizza, second dinner) at his and then we departed for the first of two house parties that were going down that night, on two streets next to each other.
As soon as I walked into the first house party, I started reconsidering going to the second. There was already an impressive amount of hot chicks there. Additionally, whilst I didn't know anyone in the first house party (my buddy from the brunch who I hadn't seen since Sept/Oct knew one of the guys who live there), I knew most of the people in the second house party, which meant that it was less likely to be a venue where I could obtain twat.
I immediately noticed AIs from a banging ginger-haired French girl, one of the hottest girls of the night, and opened her three-set (all hotties) with “do you guys know where we can hang our coats?”
I circled back to them afterwards and opened them with “Cheers!” with my 0.0% alcohol beer bottle. I started talking to the ginger only with her girlfriends still next to us. Then I asked her how she knew one of the other girls and we went back to the set. Then they went to one of the dancefloor rooms.
I wanted the ginger but knew not to chase after her as she was bound to know her value. So I talked with other people in the meantime, including another set of three chicks that had just arrived, one Algerian, a Dutch mulatta with Dominican Republic blood, and a Rwandan. I also spoke to a cool dude from Catalunya. "Cheers!" while clinking my beer bottle with that of another of the hottest girls at the party, a succulent French brunette, was met with a cold breeze.
Then I went to the dancefloor, and the three Africans were there, flirting with me. I knew they wanted some fun, but I wanted ginger. I re-opened her and one of her girlfriends, and then suddenly, the Catalan guy came and started talking to the ginger…
I stood my ground, eventually chatting to another of the ginger Frenchie's hottie three-set, a petite Russian dirty blonde with nice blue eyes, a plain face, and a perfect body. In the convo, I asked the golden question: “What do you like to do besides work?” she answered and then reverted the question to me. I answered that I liked to “Read, watch movies, travel, eat, have sex, go gym, go to parties.” She said she liked all of those things as well.
During this whole convo I was eyeing ginger, who was still my target, and when Russian went to get something more to drink, I barged into her chat with Catalan. Then ginger said she wanted to get more to drink and I went after her, but I saw another dude was now hitting on her.
At this point I was feeling tired and it was 11.45 p.m. or so. I really wanted to just call it a night, since I had a tour to do this morning and wanted to get some nice recharging time with a solid 9 hours’ sleep. I intimated this intention of mine to my buddy, who invited me for a game of beer pong.
I decided to join in for the beer pong. This was a good decision because it greatly improved my state due to the fun nature of the game. We were three Southerners against three German chicks, only one of which - a cute brunette with buxom breasts partially glimpsable through a stylish thin-fabric multi-color striped button top, with her belly button visible (slim waist) and curvy derriere inside a pair of jeans - was hot. When we beat them – and I was the one to score their last two cups – I went up to the two hotter girls and put my arm around them, and kissed the hot one on the cheek. Then I went upstairs to the dance floor room.
Soon I saw the German had also come to the dance floor room. I went up to her and her girlfriend and put my arm around her waist while asking her if she liked the regaetton that was playing or if she preferred techno, which seems to be a big thing in Berlin. She told me she was not from Berlin. In the meantime, she seemed comfortable with my touch. Very soon her friend left us alone, and I started dancing with her. Very soon into our dance she put her arm around my neck to come closer to me, and we started making out. I noticed the ginger Frenchie with her arm around another dude. At this point I abandoned my intention to go for her.
I soon gathered that the hot German I was dancing and making out with was living 10 minutes away from the house, but that she was there with her housemate, one of the two girls who were in her beer pong team. I knew it would be tougher to deal with this wildcard than to find a girl who was by herself.
I noticed Russian wasn’t far away. I suspected she may have seen us making out but I decided to reopen her anyway. I took her hands to dance, and after a bit of salsa I held her close. Soon into this she grabbed my neck and attacked my mouth hungrily.
Words cannot describe the rush of excitement that was pulsating through my body at this point, wrapped as I was around this hot Russian girl, who was merely dressed in a black dress, rubbing myself on her and taking it with gusto.
The song ended and we broke up. Then a different style of music started, but soon it was regaetton again and we could be close, and the makeout resumed. She was shoving her tongue into my mouth with such force that I had to investigate further.
“Do you wanna go somewhere else?”
“Okay. Where?”
Now I knew this could backfire, so I babystepped it.
“Depending on the time, we could go to xyz rooftop bar.”
She answered, “Yeah, depending on the time.”
I said, “Or we could go back to my place.”
She said, “Sure, we could do that. My friends will probably judge me.”
I said, “We can leave without them noticing,” to which she said “I don’t care.”
Then we gathered our belongings, I called an uber, we got to mine, and soon we were at it like animals. The sexual chemistry was strong, but I was exhausted, so came shortly into smash. Then my thin skin condoms were out and I only had normal thicker ones, and I couldn’t get it up when she tried to go on top of me after some success fucking her adapted missionary for second sesh. Over post-coital she said she thought I was 28 lmao (I'm 36). She's 25.
I asked her if she wanted to sleep over, and she said “Better not, I have to blablabla tomorrow.” She got her clothes on, called herself an uber, and left.
Before she left, she said, “It was nice to meet you. See you…maybe” I got her number and bid her my adieux. Sent her the usual Skills protocols, and she’s been responsive, waiting on a response to my latest text.
Will try to get her to meet again.
Merry Christmas folks.
