The beaming sun beamed down onto muh-face. Holy moly it’s hot, I thought to myself, I’m even reusing words in the same sentence. Cuckily I’d slathered on some factor 50 before leaving muh-flat earlier that day. No muh-lanoma for me, thank you! I gently licked the inside of muh-cheek where I’d bitten it the night … Continue reading #48: Muh-Lay-Sia
Month: June 2018
Mini-London Number Farm (June 21st – June 24th)
For the past four days I’ve been out Daygaming in London and I thought I would do something a little different and give a field report. I write the date reports and lay reports, both of which include descriptions of the street interactions, but I don’t cover the literal Daygame in nearasmuch detail. This post … Continue reading Mini-London Number Farm (June 21st – June 24th)
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30/30: The Importance of Writing
When I was younger, I would write my own stories. At primary school, I would always be excited for the creative writing classes and my mind would spin with ideas on what to write. I became a teenager (through no fault of my own), and naturally, writing stories didn’t seem very cool anymore. The fire … Continue reading 30/30: The Importance of Writing
29/30: K Greek Architect
I number closed Christina on Tuesday. Half Greek and half English but with a strong, dark Mediterranean look. We agreed to a first date today (Sunday). She seemed like a bit of a frame stealer over text, but in person her behaviour was much better. I don’t know whether it’s because my teases to her … Continue reading 29/30: K Greek Architect
28/30: Inner Game Books
“Work on my Inner Game” is a phrase that’s bandied around a lot. While it is undeniably important, it’s also an incredibly vague statement. What does “work” entail in this case? Is it a physical activity with a spiritual element? Is it deep introspection while picking out the intricacies of a blank wall? Is it … Continue reading 28/30: Inner Game Books
27/30: Advice for a Blue Pill Colleague
While I was sinking my teeth into some dirty junk food last week I received a photo ping from a colleague; he was throwing rocks into the Thames near Canary Wharf. It made me feel a rare pang of empathy. He’d been out with us when I shame-banged #46. Our third companion also got laid … Continue reading 27/30: Advice for a Blue Pill Colleague
26/30: I Smell Periods
I’ve got your attention now, haven’t I? As much as this post might smell of clickbait, it actually smells of the truth. The bloody truth. As #47 was bouncing up and down on my dick, and I appreciated her impeccably smooth skin, I caught a whiff of something. Something pungent. That something never reared itself … Continue reading 26/30: I Smell Periods
#47: White Man God Mode (25/30)
Splat! Another jet of water shot up into the air and then crashed back down against the ground. Splat! There went another one. Leicester Square’s crystal plumage danced around its central inhabitant and cooled his brow. It was a warm day, with clear skies. Around 23 degrees celsius. A circle of benches ran around the … Continue reading #47: White Man God Mode (25/30)
24/30: Agency, Biology, Reality Weave, and Costs
Girls are not entirely whirlwinds of chaos. They are mostly, but not entirely. Something I’ve come to accept recently is that, shock horror: girls can make their own decisions and do in fact have a measure of agency. I’ve been attributing more intelligence on their behalf and haven’t been considering their actions as those of … Continue reading 24/30: Agency, Biology, Reality Weave, and Costs
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