So far this year, I’ve had sex with 4 English girls, 3 foreign girls, and have had a couple of near-hits with 3 others. I’ve been able to break down their last minute resistance, I’ve charmed them so they haven’t even given a second thought as to whether what they’re doing is right or wrong, I’ve made them chase me and I’ve even held out myself until the timing and logistics was right (this accounts for some of the near-hits that I’ve missed out on so far).
The most trouble I’ve had is with the English girls. I’ve written down a couple of my encounters so far this year and including the near-hits, I’ve been with 5 English girls and 5 foreigners this year which makes for a nice healthy, even number. shaving
The foreigners have been a treat to be with. Naturally sexy, submissive and romantic. Their skin smooth, bodies supple and graceful in nature. You can tell the moment with a foreigner the very instant that they’ve given up on any hopes of keeping up the constant struggle for power that English girls seem to love so much, and the very instant they’ve submitted to your manliness and are genuinely happy to be in your company. This makes for great sex and an atmosphere with them where you can keep your guard down for any shit tests whilst maintaining your frame.
You can get them into bed and have no surprises. She’s on her back with you on top, kissing each other, your hand rubbing gently between her legs as she’s exploring your back, your arms and your abs with her hands. You push yourself up so that you’re kneeling, she’s looking at you longingly and lovingly with her “take me, you glorious hunk” eyes and you oblige. You reach down for her panties, you drag them down slowly whilst watching those sexy eyes of hers glisten back at you, she raises her legs and you pull her underwear off over her little feet and throw them to the floor cool as fuck like the smooth criminal you are. She puts her legs down and her face says she’s craving for you to take her to paradise, you part her legs which are warm with anticipation, tension and arousal and you get your first glimpse of the cave you are about to explore. Shaved. Nice, smooth and hairless skin. Less tanned than the rest of her body, but less white than the English stallion that I am. I move my body back down on top of her and she breathes heavily in delight.
So all things are good, unless you’re a fucking English girl. shaving
5 of you, fucking 5 of you in just under 3 months, who have not come prepared.
Let’s put aside the fact that not only have you not shaved your pussy and kept it in nice condition for yourself, but you have also not prepared for the inevitability that the guy who approached you in the light of fucking day, stone cold sober, and called you sexy/pretty/gorgeous/cute/silly looking or whatever other pseudo compliment enters my head at the time of watching your tits juggle as you walk past me or your ass bouncing from side to side, who YOU gave your number to after having your eyes sparkle at the uncharacteristic act of the modern man who pretty much told you he wants to have sex with you under the disguise “let’s go for a drink”, will indeed initiate a sexual act with you.
You go on a date with me, you know full well after some flirting by text or on the phone that you’re sexually attracted to me, you know full well that I’m sexually attracted to you on account of me walking up to you and saying so, and you haven’t even bothered to think that you know, just maybe we’ll end up doing what people that are sexually attracted to each other do.
As an English girl, you don’t want everyone to stereotype you like the rest of the sluts in this God-forsaken country, I get that, so you will tell yourself that you’re a strong girl and that no matter what happens tonight, you definitely won’t be coming home with me and I definitely won’t be coming home with you to keep your housemates up all night. Yeah, that definitely won’t happen, because you’ve managed to keep yourself strong in the face of requests for sexual activity from the legions of manginas you’ve met before. Only, I’m different, and you’ve already told me this. So why would the outcome be the same for me as it was for Simon or Chris who turned up to your dates wearing a Superdry coat and black shoes with jeans?
You know fully well, and I know fully well, that the “let’s go for a drink” excuse is only because the likelihood of you agreeing to “let’s go back to mine now for a shag” is very slim after meeting you 5 minutes prior sober on the street or shopping mall or coffee shop. It’s only because we have to “get to know each other” a bit before you’re comfortable having me pound you into sexual oblivion.
So, chances are that we will have at the very least a few hours of separation before you put on your best dress and heels at my instruction, giving you plenty of time to prepare for the “what if” scenario of “what if he’s oozing with confidence and sexual vibrance that I go weak at my knees and will let him whisk me off to his abode where I will unveil to him my forest-esque pubic region?”
Come on, 5 times this has happened now. One I can kind of forgive because I met her on the tube platform late at night and was having sex with her 30 minutes later, but she still should have had that thing taken care of. Do English girls not think about these things? Yet they’ve told me that they like a guy that takes care of his hairy aspects.
That’s you Charlotte and Sara, who had a Bermuda Triangle of heavy foliage, Amanda with the landing strip that would make Neymar’s mohawk jealous, Katie who didn’t take care of herself at all (platform girl) and Viv, who God bless you tried, but just hadn’t quite got there.
The thing that scares me even more than pulling down the underwear of a girl and having a heavy set of hair greet me is that I have high standards, and these girls have all been around the 7-8 mark. What the fuck kind of greetings are some of the guys getting who are fucking girls uglier than the ones I’ve been fucking?!
The worst thing is, I can’t even say “right, I’m going to stop fucking English girls now because the past 5 have had hairy pussies” because some of them are just so goddamn sexy.
I had sex on Sunday night. I tweeted that I was going on a first date with a girl and my aim was to bring her back to mine that night, and I did. I approached her during the week at Wasabi in Canary Wharf, which I’m not too keen to do because it’s a bit of a bubble around the area, and met up for drinks with her on Sunday.
I think the Turkish girl I met on Friday is like my good luck charm for big titted girls. Twice now I’ve met her and not got anywhere with her, and she had some glorious tits on display that left me reeling I didn’t get my hands on them. Twice now, I’ve then gone on to have sex with girls with bigger tits than her. Holy fuck, I hope I see her again this Friday. Knowing my luck though, she’s probably got a shaved pussy.
While I’m at it, I just wanna say a couple of thanks. First to Viva La Manosphere whose site is a great library of some good blogs out there that is getting us a lot of hits. Second to Krauser, who I think is reading our site, whose blog I’ve been reading for quite some time now and has helped me a hell of a lot. (You too Bromigos, but you already know that).