Got an invite to a huge private sex party… remember how I wrote, “game can be thought of a little bit like chess in that for good players the first 5 – 10 moves are memorized calls and responses and gamed out… the interesting stuff happens midgame”? This is an endgame story, making it less valuable than mid-game stories, where the real action lies, but I wrote most of it for a private group, so I figured I’d tell the rest…
At the party, I ran into some friends, but then almost immediately talked to a gorgeous, short girl who used to be a high-end escort and probably had income that put her well into the 99%… she’s a true 9, though not a great conversationalist or was on drugs… some other things about her stood out but are too private to share… asked for kiss when she left, and she said “maybe later.” In normal dating asking for the kiss is a bad move, but in this environment it’s the way to go.
Did an MFM with a couple I know… read Yoylo for an MFM example story… I have also laid out a threesome bluepint… this one happened because I’ve known them both for years… she is a solid 7, he is probably a male high 7 / low 8… he finds it hard to find the right women, and they are put together well. He’s had some of mine before, so it’s all good: I have spoken many times about reciprocity and balanced equation, and our equations are well-balanced. There is not a “game” story here… or, if there is, it is buried in the years… we are all casual friends who spent some time catching up, then had a theeway. Very intense one, too. Whatever “game” was involved happened long ago, but the threesome was hot, intense, and distinguished by the lack of jealousy or ego, and the dissolving of the mind in the pleasures of sex. Plus, we put on a bit of a show, which I like doing.
Much later, I was about to leave and crash, but I saw this girl and had to say hi to her… so I got to chatting with this chick and she had great vibes, nice but not astonishing face, and just the best body. 25 or so… we chatted for a while and she noticed my paddle, which was hanging off a belt loop… remember the idea of “peacocking?” Having a paddle and restraint cuffs hanging around is the right kind of peacocking for that environment. This girl asked if I would spank her… of course, baby, I’d hate to deny a lady, and love to get my hands on her supple, tight ass… we found our way to a more private back area, away from the crowds, and she was so cute (great, top level super feminine energy) and responsive. Some spanking/paddling, light choking/hair pulling… things moved fast and she was broadcasting horniness… so I kept going forward, checking in with her at appropriate places… and wow. I didn’t think I could rise to the occasion but did it (sometimes verbalizing “I’m not sure I can have sex again” helps me relax into it, while I go down on her and see if her moans can energize me to the point of capability), and sex with her was amazing… amazingly fun.
Time between “Hi” and f**king was… 20 minutes? 30 minutes? I don’t know. It was almost too fast, even for me… I think she’d been marinating in the sexy environment and socializing for a long time and yet hadn’t been approached, or properly approached (later I found out that she knew a guy there, a friend of friend, who had been chasing her, but she wasn’t into him). Or, right girl, right time? I want to give her an 8 due to her body just being packed in all the right ways and feeling fantastic but probably a high 7. Everything about her felt and seemed right. Instant chemistry is rare. She seemed almost grateful to have me inside her, which is a huge turn-on. She expresses pleasure well and without inhibition. Hope she comes out… we talked about that, but she might be an “in the moment” girl who disappears later. I hope not.
Like I said, it happened almost too fast… I wanted more time to play with her body, to get to know her, but her sex temperature was so high that I felt I couldn’t not. We talked about some logistical things… “feminine energy” isn’t discussed as much as it should be. Hers was off the charts, for me. She was like crack. Other girls should take lessons in feminine energy and sounds from her. F**king her was great. She reminded me of Short Dancer, and it has been years since I have felt that way.
Did not see the former sex worker 9 again. I’d flirted with a few other girls, but I was so pleased to be with this one.
I’m also a re/tard in some ways… my stated goals are different than what I pursued last night, so there’s that.
I wasn’t going to turn this into a blog post at first, cause I don’t think there’s anything new to learn from it… but then I realized that that is the lesson: I’ve been building ecosystem/connections for many years, and staying in pretty good shape, and it came together, slowly and then very quickly. Maybe I could point out that even s**ts often want to know the guy/guys they’re sleeping with… more often than not they do… the first woman came around not because I was a random but because I wasn’t. Overall I think I’ve contributed more value to the community than I’ve taken from it, and that was reflected in the private sex party. It was reflected in the invite itself, which few guys can access (we have to prove ourselves first, and I was very well-proven). It was reflected in the people I knew there. It was reflected in the fact that I knew how to be once I was there, and knew where to flirt and where not to. Where to push forward and where to hang back.
The interesting things happen in the midgame… but this was the end game… the value had already been built. The reputation was in place. The beautiful 8 hadn’t been approached, or properly approached, and she was ready, so I went for it, although she did as much to show me that she was ready for sex as I did to take her… I was wandering through the orchard and spotted what might be a ripe fruit… I climbed up, checked it out… turned out to be ripe… and it was good. I had the skills she wanted, and she… well, she had what I wanted. The fruits of the network.
Tried not to drink too much and succeeded… I have a bad habit of, if the drink is in front of me, drinking it… exhausted the next day, however… I feel a little too old for this shit in some ways, to be honest. I still feel kinda off track… my forebrain and hindbrain continue to disagree… am I turning into a chick or something? Hope not.
This FR is late game…. it’s about the building of value and discovery and connections over many years. Very few guys can just walk into something like this… you have to know the players involved. The mid-game for this kind of thing can be read in detail here… if your version of the book is more than six months old, get the latest one, because I’ve been updating it in response to other guys’s questions and observations… thanks to other guys who have sent me their learning and their field reports… they have made the book better/stronger than it would have been otherwise. FRs that deal only with the first couple interactions with a woman often aren’t interesting because they’re pretty well gamed out. FRs that cover end game, like this one, often aren’t interesting because there’s not a lot of value building or practice taking place… the value building took place in the past. I’d learned to be in the right place at the right time with the right attitudes and that was rewarded. This is a study about reaping wheat, not about growing it (much harder to grow than to reap, or to eat the food made from the wheat). I was surprised by the girl at the end and the speed with which it happened. But the conditions for that had been created over many years. I’ve had this happen before… but this girl was just f**kin hot, and she’s relatively to new to the scene/community. In some ways I got lucky, but you know how the harder you work, the luckier you seem to get? It’s like that.