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The Shit Talking Shit Tester

Description [[https://bit.ly/3PUzibD Do You Reveal Too Much About Your Relationship?]] [[https://bit.ly/4jAI7F3 Be Yourself: The Truth About Authentic Dating]] [[https://bit.ly/3PTX0om Why So Many Relationships End at 90 Days]] [[https://bit.ly/3Cx3eau There really are NO BAD DATES!]] [[https://bit.ly/4hA2IY5 How The Law of Attraction Can Help You Find Love]] [[https://bit.ly/3CzmynB A Dude Diner’s Doctrine]] [[https://bit.ly/3WFjjSC Soundtrax To Your Life: Pre-Date Tunes]] [[https://bit.ly/3PX4ve9 Ms. Awesome’s Advice for Men]] [[https://bit.ly/3WJVo4f Bad Relationships Aren’t Investments]] [[https://bit.ly/3WFLKja How To Get A One Nite Stand Out Of Your Apartment]] I get back from London, and I still have weekend left of Spring Break. So, I ride out somewhere with one of my boys. I’m down there with Dr. Know It All, Frat Boy and a gang of friends. And, I’m still on my shit. Approaching like crazy. Working on my game. Thursday and Friday I get a couple of bad chicks facebooks and numbers. But, Saturday night… I was on fire. I was basically running the Krauser Day Game model at night…. in the street between the bars… with loads of alcohol and marijuana already flowing through my body. I probably got about a dozen facebook/number closes in just one night. All of my boys were impressed with my game. Not only with the quality, but with my I don’t give a fuck attitude, but also with my openers. I approach a black chick in the middle of street, who’s wearing a red dress. At first, I liken her dress to Christmas, then to Valentine’s. She tries to walk away from me a couple of times, but I stand my ground and motion for her to come back. And, she keeps coming back. Just like Moran showed me when he did the same thing to a French girl in the middle of Oxford street. This black chick is loving my conversation. She’s 28, I call her old, she pretends to walk off, then comes back… “Oh my gosh! You are just too funny, [Willy Wonka!] I can tell you’re just going to have me laughing all of the time. I can’t believe you called me old.” I tell her her dress looks like a “Valentine’s present.” She says the real “Valentine’s present” is what’s underneath her dress. I get her Facebook and phone number, but the set went so well, I tell her I’m coming to her house when the clubs close. She laughs and says, “call me, we’ll link up later.” When shit closes down, me and boys are in line grabbing pizza and I text her, she texts back and I’m about to try to drop a DHV in when my phone dies. Fuck. Back to the car, back to the charger. I call her. Me: What are you up to? Her: I’m at home in the bed. Where are you? Me: I’m headed that way. Text me your address. Her: I am in bed, [Willy Wonka]! What does that mean when somebody is in bed? Me: I don’t know what that means, but I’m leaving town tomorrow. Text me your address and I’ll come over and fuck the shit out of you. I’m going to make you cum so many times. Her: Oh my gosh! If I text you my address, you better not disappoint me! What are you working with [Willy Wonka]? She’s trying to ask me how big my dick is, but I’m in the car with two of my boys, so I’m not about to just be throwing measurements around like that… Me: I got you. Trust me, I got you. Her: What are you working with? Tell me what you’re working with! Me: Text me your address and find out. Her: You better tell your boys to wait outside for five minutes, because if you’re small, you’re not getting in! I will laugh you out of my room! Me: Hahahaha! Girl, you’re crazy. I said I got you. The shit tests and shit talking doesn’t stop there. She goes on, asking me shit like what I do, why I like black girls, but I pull the plug and don’t let the shit go on like that… “Stop playing around girl, you know what you want, just text me your address.” “I know what I want, I just don’t know if I should. What I need you to do is answer my questions first.” “Naw, this ain’t an interview, I’m not playing games. I’m done answering questions.” “You’re not going to answer my questions? Goodnight!” And she hangs up on me…. I just get my boys to drop me off at Dr. Know It All and Frat Boy’s place. I still want to fuck this girl though, even though she is pissing me off when all the shit talking and questions and shit…. I send her a text: Girl stop playing and text me that address.. you know what you want… I’m a throw you up against the wall, fuck you all over the room, make you cum so many times you can’t even take it… She responds: Lol I like what u sayn but u dont wanna answer my ?’s to make me feel comfortable abt da situation [Willy Wonka] When she says this I decide to lighten up a bit: I’m tryna make you comfortable, I just felt like you were playing around… I’m 25 in 3 weeks, from [city], go back tomorrow. Name [Willy Wonka]… white, cute, funny, smart, and great in the sack… what else you need to know? Her: Lol I just wanna know y u like black women damn [Willy Wonka] itz dat simple I ask Frat Boy to borrow his car, I also ask him what I should say to that message, he says say something like “they’re smart and beautiful” so I say that… I also add in that they’re great at riding dick… Then, I just call her… and run some comfort game… we’re talking about her recent trip to Seattle, blah, blah, blah… and then she says… “So, when are you coming over?” “Are you going to text me the address?” “I already did, I sent the text while we were talking.” I look at my phone. She actually did text me her address. ”Alright, I’m on my way.” I drive over there and take her up to her bedroom. Make out, take her top off…. and shit… I should’ve turned the lights off first. She’s one of those chicks that drops two points when you get her naked. She was a 7, she’s reaching 5 territory now that I have her naked. I turn the lights off now, and make out with her a bit more. That two point drop really hurt my spirits though, and my erection – no way I’m reaching 100% now. Not with a condom anyway… I fuck her for a bit at about 75%, if that. She’s still talking shit…. “you better keep that pace!” I grab her hair and pull the fuck out of it to shut her up. “Oh shit!” is all she can say. I just get rough as hell with her. Then, I cum. “[Willy Wonka], you’re not supposed to cum before I do! I’m going to have to kick you out of my room now, I told you what was going to happen!” She gets up and starts to put her panties back on. I grab her and toss her ass across the bed, “This shit ain’t over” I say and finger her for a little bit. She cums, and then cums again. Then, she gets up and runs to the bathroom, ”fuck, you have magic fingers!!! Shit, I need a towel!! Oh my fucking god!!” She comes back to the bed, “Oh, my gosh? You’re still not hard? After I came all over the place? You must have that liquor dick!!” Probably so. I’m sure the weed’s not helping either…. neither is the fact that she’s a 2-pt dropper. “I have a dainty dick,” I say, “I need wetness to get hard. Give me some head.” I grab her hair and pull her head towards my dick. “No!!” She says, “I can’t! I can’t do that! I can’t give you head!” “Why the fuck not? If you want another round, I’ll fuck the shit out of you, but you gotta give me head first!” “No, I can’t! I can’t do that to my boyfriend! I can’t do that to Jeremy!!” She says she’ll fake it, and licks her hand and rubs my dick like that, and gets mouth kind of close to my dick and flicks her tongue and acts like she’s giving me head. It’s shit, but it’s enough to get me a little harder. Not for long though, as soon as I put the condom on, I start to lose it again. I fuck her for a little while longer, but I just can’t keep it up. I eventually just call it quits, and we both get dressed. “It’s probably the liquor dick,” she says, “I want to fuck you when you’re sober. I’ll come to [my city] on Friday and fuck you again.” “Alright.” I say and head out the door. She walks me out, then looks at me… “Can you pick me up?” she says. I pick her up and finger her for a little bit and puts her arm around my neck and pretends like we’re fucking. ”Yeah, I can have a lot of fun with you!” She says, “I need to get rid of this Jeremy situation.” Ehhh…. Notch!
Début de l'événement 28.01.2021
Fin de l'événement 30.01.2021
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