Uneccessary. One or two boys from the SS cult TRYING to ruin it for the rest of us.

Well, let me tell you something about Speed Seduction. I’ve not been exposed to the other courses and programs, and have had only a cursory look at SS, but if I had to choose at gunpoint, I’d take SS for the simple fact that the patterns I heard sounded so close to me when I regularly worked the crowds.

I said I’d share one for the asking, but noone’s asked, so I’ll share a closing line that I’m pretty sure absolutely noone will immediately realize as an amazing closer.

I’d had pretty good rapport and unbeatable eye contact all throughout my conversation with this really hot petite, mature blonde. Near the end of the night, we were sitting at the bar and said,

“You know how I know you’re going home with me tonight?”

“How?”, she asked.

(i was in wide-angle mode taking in as much as I could all the way to the peripherals)

So without turning my head, I put my finger right under a tiny dot on the wall and said, “Because I’m aware of this dot and you aren’t.”

God the shit I came up with…guys would try so hard to not be noticed standing close by so they could overhear the conversation.

One guy, an expert cock-blocker used to stand next to me, staring, and would even say to the girls, “I’m just standing here so I can listen to him fuck with your head.” not just once..but he’d have to repeat TWICE, in the most obnoxious voice imaginable.

Why was he allowed in the group?

a) Being a great seducer doesn’t mean you have to be heartless. In fact, the more heart you have, the more seductive you can be.

b) The old adage, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” not only sounds good, but if you’re not a coward, you have to accept it as true. This guy made things so difficult for people to get laid, that I considered it a milestone when I was able to still get laid no matter what he did or said. In fact, he could even puke on the girl I was talking to, and I would still find a way to her bed.

I love shagging a girl in her own bed. See, if you shag her in yours…well, that’s alright, but if you shag her in hers, you can anchor her memory of pleasure with you to all kinds of objects in her room. So everything in her room reminds her of you.

For example, if you don’t bang her with a pair of her pantyhose over her head, then you’re making a huge mistake and missing out on an almost unrivalled opportunity. Every day she puts her nylons on for work, guess whose face arrives…. yours.

Don’t think about it. Do it. I’ll delay any desperate need I have for your gratitude, just go do it now.

One more exchange before I go.

A Candadian hotty walked into a Harvard boat-shoe boy college area bar. This chick was in a leopard mind, halter top, and some wierd head band that made her look like something out a POISON music video. Clearly she was out of the league of the boat-shoe boys.

I walked over with full confidence and chatted her up with small talk, but realizing that this girl was very simply a “fucking machine” and not there to satisfy some deep passionate need to talk, I began the close…

With a gaze held on her eyes, so she would not be able to mistake what I was really trying to say from the start, I asked…

“How long of a drive is it from your place to here?”

“5 minutes.”, she replied.

“How about by bike?” I added.

“10 minutes.” she answered.

“And if you were walkin’?”, I countered, moving in for the victory.

“Around 20 minutes.”

So I took her hand and started walkign towards the door and said, “Well, we’d better get going because it looks like we’re walkin’…”

Now that right there would have been just fine and made a great story. In fact, what I’m about to add either completely validates the story, or makes me a truly exceptional liar….

Halfway to the door she manages to inform me, “Well, actually, I took my bike.”.

Without missing a beat, I sealed the deal with, “Then we’re takin’ a cab!”

So we took the front wheel off her bike and put it in the trunk of the cab.

And again, that would be a fine ending for any story told by an amateur or a non-exceptional liar, but you deserve better than that.

We got back to her house rental which, oddly enough, had countless apples in various stages of fermentation littering the front yard all the way up to the steps.

We stepped inside and she said, “Excuse me one second while I use the bathroom.” after which I stripped out of my clothes and sat on the edge of her bed, stroking my cock while facing the bathroom door – thinking that I would just waste no time, shock the hell out of her and gain the advantage of surprise.

But lo and behold, the bathroom door opened and she comes out stark naked, throws one leg up on her bureau and starts masturbating with me and moaning. Then she comes over and kneels down in front of me and says, “you know what i like about you?”

And I asked, “What?”

She said, “You know how much I need to suck your cock.” Ok, I’m not perfect, I should have just shut up and not said anything but I responded with an awkward, “oh yeah, i do.” My silence would have said the same thing only much stronger.

Anyways, two more things worth telling happened, ok, 3 but i’m going to summarize because I wanted to give some short examples, but there’s no way to really shorten these….and if they’re good, it would be a crime to anyways…so here’s the 3 final events.

1) I tried to anal bang her and she pulled away chiding me, “Not on the first night you asshole!” The irony was almost too much to bear but I maintained my composure and let her go on imagining that she had somehow successfully defended her honor.

2) I told her to sit on my face and gush one out in my mouth. Not only did I think I could handle it, but I was SURE I could since I’d always had. Well, this was about as close to having my jaw broken as I’d ever come. Not that I minded it but she got a pitbull’s lock on the headboard, and just ground my face into hamburger.

Despite hearing a voice I couldn’t rightfully call my own exclaiming, “Holy Shit!” inside my head each time she ground down, I have to say I really did enjoy it. No messing around with pansy ass face riding for this chick.

3) Being renowned for my longevity, we hit the 4 hour mark and the sun was about to come up and this chick just couldn’t stay awake any more…..even under full bore. Now you think a guy would take insult with this. Well, I’ve two words for you…

NO. and WAY…..

Was it due to my confidence? Doubtfully so, thought that would be the easy and most obvious conclusion. But the truth is that it was because there was something sickly exciting about knowing that I could continue to completely do any and all of the nastiest most perverted stuff to her with hardly a chance of her coming to… I mean, if she passed out at the 4 hr mark while I was tapping her like an oil rig, then she wasn’t waking up for nothing.

I know what you’re thinking – anal bang! But for some reason, it didn’t occur to me. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I just have a greater thrill from oral activity. So I proceeded to ream her mouth out for like a half hour….I mean AS HARD AS I POSSIBLY COULD down her throat and like only two or three times did she do the half-assed hand push-away and a little mumbling, and then it was back to jackhammering her tonsils.

Ok, so here’s how it ended.

I didn’t want to sleep there. It would have given her the most wrong idea possible if she woke up with me beside her. So after a half hour of drilling this girls oral cavity, I finally pulled out and goalie masked her.

Now, I actually held out for those 4.5 hours so that was my first and only nut. Do any of you here know what a nut looks and acts like when it’s been building up for 4.5 hours? Can you say a firehose shooting glue? The splat was so hard some of it actually bounced off and ended up on her left kneecap. Not directly – but from a splatter off the lips!

Anyways, to make a long story longer, I painted her face with more spooj than you would ever understandably believe could fit into a pair of ballsacks. I basically equalled the load capacity of a 5 to 10 man bukkake.

I squeezed that last drops out onto her lips, towelled off using her hair, slipped my pants on and for some reason perhaps owing to my otherwise good disposition, said goodbye, as if maybe she could hear me and I didn’t want to seem insensitive.

Talk about “false concern”! I had no idea why I thought that way, maybe just to convince myself I was really a nice guy so I could go on doing more of what I always did so well.

Alright, this went on a lot longer than I intended….like that night.

Ciao for now, guys. If someone can get around to answering my question about the “quintessential SS type material”, I’d appreciate it. Clifford Mee’s hypno card deck? etc

Freelancer

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Uneccessary. One or two boys from the SS cult TRYING to ruin it for the rest of us. We should all behave like Pooahhs, Venutian Artists, Badboys, or whatever you want to call yourself, this isn’t nursery school.