I’m thinking back on the lovely French Canadian beauty I bedded this weekend. (The entire detailed and unique story from first moments of pick-up to bang will be here soon). *Update: It can be found here.

And I can’t help but be reminded of how much my mindset has changed.

If you saw this girl walking down the street, you would definitely be ogling. When we were walking together, I noticed guys and girls everywhere staring at her.

It was funny with the girls coming towards us on the sidewalk–most would follow the same script:

They would notice me first, look, smile–then look at the girl and put their eyes to the ground in shame until they passed.

This chick stunned them.

I made a game of this with the French-Can and told her to watch out for when it happened. She loved it. She loved everything I told her about the nuances of game.

I taught her what to look for in social situations, watch how most guys acted like little bitches, and the guys who were respected and desired by girls were the guys who didn’t take any shit. She told me how true it was.

I told her that she liked to be dominated, grabbed her by the hair, pushed her against a wall and put my lips close to hers until she couldn’t take it anymore. She admitted it turned her on more than anything.

She loved being groped in public, teased, made fun of and pushed around playfully.

In bed she responded the best to complete domination and even to some degradation. Pinning her down and overwhelming her body got her moaning the loudest and fucking her with abandon made her come the hardest. She willingly took my wet cock down her throat and rubbed her face and lips all over my balls.

Just a couple of years ago, I would have never imagined telling a girl like this those things, treating her those ways, or fucking her so dirty that it would have made porn look tame.

My problem was that I saw beautiful women as pure and innocent. It’s natural to see beauty and think that it is something to be treated with utmost care, protected from corruption, and hidden from harsh truth.

Nothing could be further–this girl admitted to craving all of the things I showed, said and did to her. She was sick of being treated like a piece of porcelain. She wanted to feel depraved acts and hear truth about the sexes.

The way I picked her up was something for the record books and I can’t wait to share it later on.

She admitted something interesting. As outwardly beautiful and confident as she seemed, she was still an insecure little girl on the inside. I was able to bring this out rather quickly by putting a spiritual mirror in front of her.

Asking the right open-ended questions is more powerful than logic for women.

She was a dancer, and I asked who she danced for–what was inspiring her when she was on stage and letting her emotions out?

There was no clear answer. It shook her soul and got her thinking about her choices in life, her future, and what her motivation was. This caused a powerful quake in her and from then on she viewed me as someone that she should cling too.

And for about 24 hours, we clung together all right.

We spoke about the future, the goals people set for themselves–how those goals were usually not personal ones. She had become a dancer because her mother pushed her when she was very young. Her real passions were taking care of animals and she admitted to always wanting to be a vet.

I used the animal angle to my advantage and described some of the many adventures that I have had that involved wild animals.

Then I told her we were going to go on a Safari together, a personal Safari where I would steal a Rangers Jeep and takes us out to the Serengeti–and we would play a game where we would see who was able sneak up on a lion and smack it in the ass.

The lion would be so scared that it wouldn’t think of hurting the ass smacker, but would run away as fast as it could go.

She loved it and couldn’t stop laughing. Who knew that a beautiful professional ballerina would get her kicks from silly animal stories.

Appearances can be deceiving.

So strive to figure out what makes each individual girl tick. They all have some sort of fantasy brewing inside their minds. Pull that fantasy out, play with it, add to it, exaggerate it, make yourself a part of it–forge a connection with that girl that will make the sex you have mind-blowingly better, and keep you solidified in her memory until her deathbed.





