The Ultimate Seduction Secret

Maaximum Seduction

Okay, guys, here it is. I stumbled across a revelation lately that has radically altered my game. It's the number one secret they don't tell you in e-books... get ready for it...

women...

have...

vaginas.

Truly, this is revolutionizing my game. For the last few weeks (note the lack of journals) I've been going out sarging a few times a week and not enjoying it at all. I'd go out, have a few random conversations, some uninspired groping, a few unremarkable lays and that's that. My wing, Knight, is organizing a friend's bachelor party so we've been scouting strip clubs. (Apparently, the best way to catalogue a strip club's classiness is by the condition of the bathrooms.) So we're sitting there, stageside, and I'm watching this stripper wiggle her cooch in my face and it suddenly hits me: she has a vagina.

Things suddenly fall into place. For the past ever I've been only interested in sarging the most beautiful women around and most nights I go out I'm disappointed because the women of beauty that I desire are few and far between. This stripper has a great body, but not a great face and I am most definitely a face man so I was not attracted to her. Sitting there, watching her extend her labia, things started clicking in my mind... this woman has a vagina... vaginas are fun... putting my penis in that vagina would probably feel pretty good... all the girls who want to talk to me have vaginas (with only a handful of traumatizing exceptions)... why aren't I having sex just because the act itself is wonderful and enjoyable?

Later that night we hit up an actual nightclub and I ran into an ex of mine who has been trying to get with me for awhile. I spent the night kinoing her and remembering how much fun sexual energy is. Then I sent her home with her friends because she was WAAAAAAY drunk and I was worried about her.

Knight and I went on to another club and I started talking with this pretty blonde girl, HBTogether. Normally she wasn't what I'd go for, but I instantly escalated and she reciprocated and pretty soon we were in our own little bubble in the club, basking in that incredible sexual energy that I forgot can exist between two amazing people. That same night my car was stolen and she was kind enough to chauffeur me around, so Knight and I went for an early breakfast with HBTogether, her friend HBfreckles, and R (a guy trying to sleep with HBfreckles). I will come back to this tidbit for educational purposes.

HBTogether and I had an incredible connection. She took me home after breakfast, I called her the next night and she came over for ice cream and a movie. "I thought we'd watch a movie and maybe you'd try to go for a kiss," she told me later. "Wow, did I misread you." We ended up having wild sex all night and she called in sick the next day so we could keep on pushing our boundaries. The next night I took her into a closed park and had sex with her under a streetlight because she had told me she loved the idea of being watched or doing it in dangerous areas. This girl enjoys sex so much and is so good at it and is one of the few people I've ever met who enjoys sex with that same happy, explorative enthusiasm that I do. She has been raving about the things I've been doing to her and she knows exactly how to push my buttons.

Now, the educational bits. We've spent many sweaty hours discussing sex and why we're attracted to each other (mainly because it's been so intense) and this is what I thought was insightful:

1. Remember the early-morning meal with me, Knight, HBTogether, HBfreckles, and R, the guy trying to get into HBfreckle's pants? Here's how it went. R took HBfreckles and HBTogether out for a meal. HBFreckles couldn't decide on what she wanted and knew that if she acted indecisive enough R would buy her both things she wanted, which she did and which he did. HBTogether received my phone call to come pick me up because my car was stolen. R make's some comment that she's trying too hard (for me). HBTogether now does not like R, who is herby known as R-tard.

HBTogther comes back with Knight and myself. HBFreckles likes us and offers us the food R-Tard bought her, because she really wasn't hungry in the first place. Of course we eat it. Knight and I just have fun, joking, laughing, and telling stories. HBTogether and I keep kinoing each other and we randomly withdraw into our own little fun bubble. At one point HBfreckles asks who would win in a fight: a polar bear vs. a shark. An intense but ridiculous discussion ensues with R-Tard looking so out of place. He was just hanging in there because he knew if he kept buying HBfreckles stuff and just persist for another hour he could maybe have sex with her. Knight asked HBfreckles what season it was, because that would influence the fight. At this point HBfreckles is beyond intrigued with Knight, who is the first person to have tackled the question with the same intensity as her.

At the end of the night, HBTogether drives us all home, HBfreckles is trying to share her life story with Knight because now she is way into him and R-Tard walks home alone. HBfreckles stops HBtogether from calling him a loser as we drive by. HBtogether and I will go on many cruel joking sprees about this guy.

Lesson here: this story perfectly illustrates what not to do with girls. You've read that a thousand times, but maybe having the dynamics laid out for you will get the wheels turning. Have value. Don't try to buy value.

2. HBTogether loves the fact that I'm unpredictable, that I say random and spontaneous things just to get emotional reactions from her, that she doesn't know if she has me or not, that I'm totally in control of her sexually (something no other guy has managed), that she can trust me and that I'm really, really good at sex. Plus, that connection we have.

So often the community writes how important it is that the girl is never sure of your commitment to her. This has shown me how true that is more than any other experience I've had. Right now, my game goes in a wildly different direction. I open a girl, I screen the girl hard, then I accept her as my queen. This has consistantly given me hot and heavy results, but maybe there's an even better way. In the last little while I've had suspicions that if I push a few low-profile aspects of my game into the forefront I'll get even more amazing responses from women. As wonderful as my relationships have been, maybe that little emotional dynamite of never being sure can push them into a whole new level entirely. That's amazing. I didn't think my relationships could get even better. But now I wonder....

This girl has already taught me so much about the person I'm becoming and could push me to that next big step.

(Warning: this blog post has not been me at my literary best. Or my most modest. Mucho stressed over having my vehicle stolen before my big move. You'll have to be okay with this.)