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Right. So I’ve been on somewhat of a hiatus since the fall. Had to divert my sights towards sorting out my finances, as I’d sacrificed that part of my life to chasing pussy for far too long.
I’d intended to extend it till about March, but tbh i find a lack of pussy kills my motivation in other areas. Chasing pussy seems to improve my tenacity in other areas as well (or at least when my tenacity in some areas increases, my desire for pussy does also..).
My intention is to spend this year mastering the inner workings of seduction, and to bring in daygame as a legitimate source of pussy in my life. In the past i’ve relied too heavily on apps. They’ve run their course now and are no longer a challenge. I need more…
So my current gameplan is to first, knock off the rust and practise seduction with easy lays from the apps. As the weather warms up i’ll spam approach a few hundred women just to get a lay of the land per se and build a habit of approaching, with the aim to make approaching a normal part of my daily life..
Today was the first in my mission to knock off the rust..
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My go to apps are Feeld and Tinder.
Feeld is a niche hookup app for the kink community, swingers, polyamorous people etc.
Took me a while to develop a process that works on there, but I seem to have figured one out..
Anyway match with a cute redhead. And this conversation ensues..
we move over to texting..
today’s texting:
The date:
I get to the bar before she does. Lovely venue but all the tables are taken. I’d rather a quieter venue that lends itself to immersive, intimate conversation, so i leave and wait for her outside.
She arrives shortly after and I suggest we find another bar. There are plenty in my area so it doesn’t take long.
As we walk i get her to fill me in about her “witchy evening” she had with a friend.
She explains that her friend was having boy trouble, so she read her tarot for her.
I always seem to end up with the bloody voodoo chicks, but to be honest i love them..
We get to the bar, we order drinks and while we wait she guesses my star sign. She guesses I’m an air sign (i am) and when i inquire as to her reasoning, she says it’s because i’m smart and mysterious. I joke that i’m a retard so she got it partially wrong, and she counters by saying she must have misread due to my mysterious ness.
We get seated and I inquire about her interests outside of the occult. She’s studying physics, so we dive deep into the idiosyncrasies of her main interests.
The details of the conversation are lost on me, but essentially nowadays on dates I’m not so much interested in the “facts” of what she is saying, but rather the meaning. Their meaning to her and how they colour her life, how she feels about life and the things she comments on. I dig for things she does that i find interesting and commend her on them, find qualities she has that I like and qualify her on them. I touch sporadically and give intense eye contact. And brush on easy sexual topics.
Today it was kink and how it can be a form of therapy, to let yourself go, to embody your true desires in the safety of another, free from judgement, embarrassment or fear of hurting another. Free to unravel, to bloom. To let out the socially repressed parts of yourself that are dying for expression, for recognition.
She’s pleased with this conversation. And so as not to pop the bubble we bounce back through the myriad open threads we’d left unattended and waiting..
Our glasses empty, she offers to find my star chart on her phone..
I use this as my cue to bounce and suggest we head out. She says but what about the star chart and I tell her we’ll have to do it at mine..
One minute walk to my place and she enters my new apartment. She teases me on how bare it all is and how empty my fridge is..
I shush her and tell her to get in my room (playfully of course) to which she giggles and does just as I ask..
(also she has a boyfriend at home; they’re in one of those ethically non-monogamous polyamorous relationships. He’s her primary partner and they are open about everything.. It was also her idea. This turns me on even more.. Cuckold-doodle-doo!)
Beautiful mayhem ensues. She will not leave so I appease her with round after round.
She finally decides she needs to leave. She puts on her clothes, then points to my life drawings in the corner of my room. I proceed to show her my drawings, at which point she attacks me. Clothes are drawn off and we’re fucking madly on the floor again..
I love her energy. Very compatible - sexually at least…
Anyway as she leaves I ask her to text me once she’s home, and she thanks me for a great night..
A half hour later..
Got a couple potential dates lined up for the end of the week. Let’s see how we go…
I’ll be messaging Redhead later in the week. I like her energy; she’ll make a good playmate.
Topcat
I’d intended to extend it till about March, but tbh i find a lack of pussy kills my motivation in other areas. Chasing pussy seems to improve my tenacity in other areas as well (or at least when my tenacity in some areas increases, my desire for pussy does also..).
My intention is to spend this year mastering the inner workings of seduction, and to bring in daygame as a legitimate source of pussy in my life. In the past i’ve relied too heavily on apps. They’ve run their course now and are no longer a challenge. I need more…
So my current gameplan is to first, knock off the rust and practise seduction with easy lays from the apps. As the weather warms up i’ll spam approach a few hundred women just to get a lay of the land per se and build a habit of approaching, with the aim to make approaching a normal part of my daily life..
Today was the first in my mission to knock off the rust..
———————————————————
My go to apps are Feeld and Tinder.
Feeld is a niche hookup app for the kink community, swingers, polyamorous people etc.
Took me a while to develop a process that works on there, but I seem to have figured one out..
Anyway match with a cute redhead. And this conversation ensues..
me: my eyes are telling me softy, vibe says filth though.. (kudos @DoWhatWorks, modified your opener, it’s a killer on Feeld)
Redhead: The innocent face is misleading
me: big scorpio energy indeed
me: so what are you into Redhead
Redhead:
Basically everything in your bio, really enjoying being intensely dominated at the moment
Please feel free to unleash the beast
The more extreme the better
(my bio basically paints me as extremely dominant, primal and filthy)
me: you keep talking to me like that and I may just have to..
me: whereabouts u based
Redhead: [ her area ]
Redhead: What about you?
me: ah ur not far
me: [ my area ]
me: come join me for a drink sometime
Redhead: Oh easy! This week coming any good for you?
me: yeah this week works
me: let’s do tuesday
Redhead: Tuesday it is
me: perfect
me: what’s ur number trouble?
Redhead: #########
we move over to texting..
me: hey Redhead it’s Topcat
me: save my number
Redhead: Hey Topcat! How’s Monday treating you?
me: ay it’s been pretty good
me: how’s ur evening treating u
Redhead: Wonderfully! Having a witchy night with my friend
Redhead: How about you?
me: interesting. i’m curious. you’ll have to tell me more about that tomorrow
me: i’m chillin. been a busy ass day
Redhead: I shall!
Redhead: Work?
me: lol yeh lots of it
me: how about we meet at [ local bar ]
me: let’s say 7.30?
Redhead: See you there x
me: night
Redhead: [ replies with a self-made gif of her in a cardboard box, apparently nude, with “handle with care” on the side. She turns to give the camera a sultry look ]
she’s cute..
today’s texting:
Redhead: Still good for 7:30?
me: yeh i’m still good *ok sign emoji*
me: u
Redhead: Of course!
me: perfect
me: see ya in a bit
Redhead: On my way x
me: [ running late ] hey be there in 5
Redhead: Same!
The date:
I get to the bar before she does. Lovely venue but all the tables are taken. I’d rather a quieter venue that lends itself to immersive, intimate conversation, so i leave and wait for her outside.
She arrives shortly after and I suggest we find another bar. There are plenty in my area so it doesn’t take long.
As we walk i get her to fill me in about her “witchy evening” she had with a friend.
She explains that her friend was having boy trouble, so she read her tarot for her.
I always seem to end up with the bloody voodoo chicks, but to be honest i love them..
We get to the bar, we order drinks and while we wait she guesses my star sign. She guesses I’m an air sign (i am) and when i inquire as to her reasoning, she says it’s because i’m smart and mysterious. I joke that i’m a retard so she got it partially wrong, and she counters by saying she must have misread due to my mysterious ness.
We get seated and I inquire about her interests outside of the occult. She’s studying physics, so we dive deep into the idiosyncrasies of her main interests.
The details of the conversation are lost on me, but essentially nowadays on dates I’m not so much interested in the “facts” of what she is saying, but rather the meaning. Their meaning to her and how they colour her life, how she feels about life and the things she comments on. I dig for things she does that i find interesting and commend her on them, find qualities she has that I like and qualify her on them. I touch sporadically and give intense eye contact. And brush on easy sexual topics.
Today it was kink and how it can be a form of therapy, to let yourself go, to embody your true desires in the safety of another, free from judgement, embarrassment or fear of hurting another. Free to unravel, to bloom. To let out the socially repressed parts of yourself that are dying for expression, for recognition.
She’s pleased with this conversation. And so as not to pop the bubble we bounce back through the myriad open threads we’d left unattended and waiting..
Our glasses empty, she offers to find my star chart on her phone..
I use this as my cue to bounce and suggest we head out. She says but what about the star chart and I tell her we’ll have to do it at mine..
One minute walk to my place and she enters my new apartment. She teases me on how bare it all is and how empty my fridge is..
I shush her and tell her to get in my room (playfully of course) to which she giggles and does just as I ask..
(also she has a boyfriend at home; they’re in one of those ethically non-monogamous polyamorous relationships. He’s her primary partner and they are open about everything.. It was also her idea. This turns me on even more.. Cuckold-doodle-doo!)
Beautiful mayhem ensues. She will not leave so I appease her with round after round.
She finally decides she needs to leave. She puts on her clothes, then points to my life drawings in the corner of my room. I proceed to show her my drawings, at which point she attacks me. Clothes are drawn off and we’re fucking madly on the floor again..
I love her energy. Very compatible - sexually at least…
Anyway as she leaves I ask her to text me once she’s home, and she thanks me for a great night..
A half hour later..
Redhead: Home safe! Thanks for a very fun night
me: you’re very welcome trouble have yourself a good night *night sky emoji
Got a couple potential dates lined up for the end of the week. Let’s see how we go…
I’ll be messaging Redhead later in the week. I like her energy; she’ll make a good playmate.
Topcat