Monogamy Monster: Part 1

It’s Saturday morning in London, as usual the weather is shit and I’m in work but luckily I’m getting paid to do nothing so I thought I’d have a little bash at the keyboard. So I’m going to give you guys an insight into my mindset when it comes to monogamy and dealing with girls who end up wanting more. It’s something which I’ve had to pay more attention to over the last couple years because as I’ve got better, there are more girls who inevitably want to have more. I’ve had some pretty disastrous experiences, I’ve lied and hoodwinked girls into maybe thinking there was more in the future when there wasn’t but we’ll get into all that.

My last relationship ended in May 2015,  it was on and off for years, I had times when I was basically single but still sleeping with her and others. It was a mess. But I remember the break up well, we had finished university and the relationship and turned long distance because she wasn’t from this country. I went out with my friends and there was a new girl in the group and I fancied her a bit and as I sat there I realised that I couldn’t do anything with her and I wanted to. I knew all my friends wanted her and some of them had tried it on but I knew I could have her and about 6 months later I did actually get naked in bed but I was so drunk and whisky dick won that night. I didn’t get another chance.

I also didn’t enjoy the long distance aspect, I was a pretty bad boyfriend at the best of times, I’m not proud to say it but I cheated on her a lot and was pretty open about it to people around me. Now looking back, I’m ashamed of how I treated her and it was frankly a bit of sham, I also figured eventually she’d find out so I was living on borrowed time and I didn’t want to start a life with someone constantly looking over my shoulder. However, I did love the girl and enjoyed the good times we had together, I’d say some of the best moments in my life were with her. She was a good girl but I just wasn’t ready for a relationship that was heading towards the whole moving and starting a proper life together. I had some demons I needed to bury first. Basically I wanted to be free to shag lots of other women. Since that break up two and a half years ago I’ve shagged a fair few women, I’d put the number around 40-50 and I don’t regret anything. I still wake up with a smile on my face knowing that I’m single and I can do whatever I want, I owe nothing to anybody, I don’t have to pretend to be an upstanding boyfriend going to weddings and secretly wishing I can fuck the bridesmaids. I don’t have to divert my eyes so my girlfriend doesn’t catch me staring at the friend’s ass or anything like that. Now I see girls on my terms, I fuck them and decide whether I want more or not, I can take a month of girls and concentrate on other things knowing that I can find new girls and start again.

Over the average year, I probably meet around 2-3 girls that I feel like I genuinely click with and given different circumstances, I’d probably pursue something further with them. This year there has been 2 so far, I’ve really liked these two girls, they are very different people. The first was basically a party girl I met on Tinder, we chatted for a while and actually weren’t going to be in the same city for a month. I ended up banging her within half an hour of first meeting her. On paper I wouldn’t usually go for a girl like this, I know she has slept with a fair few guys, she’s obsessed with Instagram and that sort of thing(I refused to take any pictures for her) but eventually I got to know her better and she turned out to be pretty well rounded, she grew up in a really nice household and spends a lot of her time helping those less fortunate. She was really into me and it was mutual but we both knew that nothing would come of it so just enjoyed the time together. We’re not in the same place right now but she wants to spend next summer in London, she knows nothing will happen between us so it’s all good.

The other girl was the complete opposite and I broke one of my rules for her, which is never to date a girl from work. However, there were exceptional circumstances which is why I allowed it. I’d seen her around and thought she was hot but I work in a building with lots of hot girls so she was just another on the list. She actually started talking to me in a lift and I got off two floors before her but she got out and we continued chatting. All good, we stayed in touch, we went out and I wasn’t actually sure if she liked me or was just being friendly so I kissed her. Turns out she was into it but she was leaving the country the next week which sucked so we spent the whole week together. I know myself and occasionally I get that nagging feeling that I want a girlfriend, that week got rid of those feelings, I was able to project all of that on her. It was like a holiday romance except we would meet after work everyday, it was great, we got so well. Again, she’s thinking about moving back to London(nothing to do with me) so we’ll see how that goes. Ironically, these two girls are both 22, from Finland and come from towns about an hour apart. The Monogamy Monster hasn’t caught up with me yet but I can feel it knocking on the door occasionally and I need experiences like this, just short ones to keep it at bay.

In part 2, I’ll probably talk about all the various crazy girls I’ve dated and how that has all ended up.


Lay Reports: They keep on coming

I’m sitting on bed, it’s around 1pm on Sunday afternoon and I have the cheekiest smile on my face. For this Friday and Saturday night I have two fresh notches and both went without a hitch and if anything have further given me confidence that I am a man that women desire. Better yet, Friday girl was a surprise, she was a throw away number from overseas and she randomly messaged me saying that she’s going to be in London and that we should meet up. I know that means, if I get my logistics right she’ll be ready to go over.

So I meet her in London, I greet her with a kiss and it brings it all back. I lead her back to my place, just to show her around, she leaves her bag and we head out in my car. I stay local, find a nice place to eat with Asian food, show her the pretty things that girls usually like. We get back to mine, she’s half talking about going back to her friends where shes staying tonight but I know this is just preamble and it doesn’t throw me off. I stick Netflix on, let her choose something. Surprisingly she doesn’t let me escalate too much during it but she does ask if I can hear the neighbours talking through the walls and I know what she’s implying but I play innocent. It’s on. We go upstairs, we fuck for hours and she’s looking at me like I’ve changed her life. We’re having a bit of pillow talk and she says to me “you’re like Casanova because you make a girl feel like she is loved even if it’s just for a night.” I said to her “fuck me, I’m putting that on my gravestone.” She also said that when she was climaxing, she felt like she’d known me forever and that she was in love with me. I just laughed because I’d spoken to her all day about how I love being single and how I don’t need commitment.

The next morning, we had some breakfast and I took her to the station, said our goodbyes and I have no idea if I’ll see her again. I went home, slept, ate then got ready to pick up the next girl Karolina, a Polish I’ve been seeing. I invited her round for dinner, well I said we’d cook and see how it goes. I pick her up, greet her with a kiss. We go to a local shop and I let her pick out some ingredients as I casually check out some of the other girls in the supermarket. The wondering eye is never off duty. Eventually I focus back on Karolina because her ass looks so good and I’m already imaging what I’m going to do with her later. We get home and she takes the lead with the cooking so I let her get on with it, she prepares a great meal, I thank her for it and we settle down to watch some TV. We got to about 10 minutes into what we were watching before she was naked ready to go, we go upstairs and it was game over.

As you see, I haven’t had any real resistance this week when it comes to getting girls to sleep with me and I put this down to my congruence. I act myself and completely sure that I will give her a good time but on the same side of that coin, I’m not really that bothered, it just happens to be the case that both of these things are not mutually exclusive. It’s been fuck filled week, I had a couple of my regulars over during the week so that’s 5 different girls this week, which I wouldn’t usually schedule in but I’ve been forced out of the gym with an injury so need to take my aggression out somewhere. I believe that was also my 20th new girl of the year which matches my total from last year and there’s still 2 and a half months left. I’m weirdly into my numbers as you can see. I think soon though, I will be winding down and keeping things a bit more low key and concentrate on the things I have coming up in the next 6 months or so.





What this blog is all about

I’ve decided to start this blog due the fact that I don’t really have somewhere that I can express my thoughts and the occasional frustration when it comes to dealing with women. I’m not going to pretend to be something I’m not but I am doing well for myself and I am pretty content with my sex life. But like most men I want hotter girls simple as that, I’ve banged all sorts of girls. Some hot girls, some average girls and thankfully the seriously ropey girls are long behind me.

In terms of a number I think I’m at around 80 notches, which isn’t bad and realistically is a life times worth for most men and I’m only 25. I should be satisfied. However, at the moment I’m insatiable, every girl leads onto the next one and I’m enjoying it. A couple of years ago I was actually putting pressure on myself to live up to this player lifestyle I wanted to have and now basically enjoy.


Me about two years ago

I’m fully aware that I’m chasing a dragon and there are no prizes at the end of this rainbow but I enjoy the thrill of the chase and whilst it appeals to me I’ll keep on doing it. So the good news is that I have no idea where this blog is going but I like sharing my experiences so I will keep them coming.

Also occasionally I will probably spew out random thoughts too so bear with me on that. Excuse the grammar. Forgive the language. Enjoy it.

Lay report: Let’s start the blog with a bang

No dicking around here.

I met this girl a few weeks ago at a bar, I was doing my usual modus operandi for night time environments. Scope the place out for my favourite 4/5 girls, hit on them and see how it goes. This of course has varying success but I play to win. After getting shot down by the first two girls, this girl Adele was standing in a group with her friends looking quite shy. Aesthetically she looked my type, brunette, tall, slim with big boobs.

I approach her and tell her that I thought she looked cute, she’s into it. Within half a minute I walk her away from her friends towards the bar where we chat for a bit. She’s Austrian but speaks English well and is well spoken. Thank god I’m not talking to a female Arnie.  It’s going well and I awkwardly try to kiss her, I have no idea why I actually did it, I didn’t need to because I knew she liked me. She turned her head and said no and I laughed it off. During all this my friend is milling around making a nuisance of himself and generally getting in the way, so I get her number and arrange a date for another time there and then.

We arrange to meet at Waterloo station, I tell her to meet me outside the bookshop and as I’m walking over to her, I crack a smile. She looks fucking hot, definitely better than I remember from the week before and she stands well out in the crowd. We go for a few drinks, bar hop etc and I work out what she’s all about. She’s from a small town in Austria, really family orientated and not generally bothered about men. She’s more than content with her work as a school teacher and baking. At one point I decide I want to kiss her and I get a peck, she likes me though I can smell it. I put it down to nerves and inexperience. I end the date soon after and work out if it’s worth pursuing.

We text a few times more and I deem it’s worth meeting her again, she’s pretty busy though, work is an absolute priority with this one and week night dates are out. For our second date, I thought I’d soften her a bit and take her to some of my favourite places in London. This time she kisses me properly, I was right, it was probably just nerves. She tells me that she’s never had a proper boyfriend, which actually doesn’t surprise me. I cut the date short because I was out the night before and I knew I wasn’t going to sleep with her that night anyway. I get home and message my friend telling him that I’m pretty sure that she’s a virgin, he doesn’t agree stating that “girls that look like that aren’t virgins at 22.”

So here we are at the third meet up, she’s standing there with a fucking birthday cake in her hands. I shit you not and I’m looking around for the prankster because I wasn’t expecting that. I greet her with a kiss and tell her that she really shouldn’t have but she baked it the night before, she had it all planned out. We walk to a nearby park where she pulls out, a knife, a couple of forks and napkins. I can’t help but smile, it was at this moment I remembered why I never want a girlfriend…I don’t bloody need one! She tries to pull out some candles but I tell her that’s one step too far but we enjoy the cake and people watch for a while. Here’s where London’s shitty weather actually done me a favour, it starts to piss it down and we’re outside with 3/4 of a cake and no where to go so I suggest that we head to her place. I can see the cogs going in her head but as soon as I see some tacit agreement, I take her by the hand walk her towards the station.

We get to hers and no one is home, we eat more cake(I promise myself to work it off later) and go to her room to watch a movie. From there it was rather simple, the only resistance I get is when I put my hand down her knickers and she stopped me to tell me that she was inexperienced. I ignored it but later on she told me that this was the third time that she had had sex. I fucked her well. Lucky girl. It was late by the time I was done and I didn’t fancy the uber ride home across town. She clung onto me all night. I get a strong feeling that this girl has already fallen quite hard. On the train home I think to myself, it’s always the innocent ones who fall for the bad boy…