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Field Report: The Girl Who Had Pussy Written All Over Her Chest

I’m baaaackkkkkk!

To writing field reports.

I fired up Tinder post break-up and decided I’d better get back on the bandwagon. And really, couldn’t have started off much better. Game is very much like a bicycle. It might take you a bit to get the skills back, but you don’t ever really forget it.

So I meet this girl on Tinder, tiny little Latina. Find out she’s in town just for a week or so, visiting from Texas. She’s moving here in August/September (supposedly). Conversation gets pretty sexual pretty quickly.

I explicitly ask her, “Are you saying you want to have sex with me? :O”

She responds, “Yes, I am.”

Immediately I propose my pad. I find out she’s staying at her mom’s house, a solid 45 minute drive away from me. She’s hesitant and asks if we can meet in public at a bar first. Anytime a girl declines your request to meet at your place, but states a bar “first” – she’s implying that she’s willing to come back provided you’re not an idiot and blow it. Needless to say, I agree to these terms and give her a bar down the street from me.

This is about 9:15 and she tells me she’s going to leave at 9:45. Perfect.

Except, it’s never that easy.

She calls me at 9:45 saying she had left, but then her mom called. When her mom found out she was driving all the way down to my area to “meet her friends” her mom flipped out. Never mind that this is a 22 year old girl capable of making her own decisions…

I contemplate driving up her way but tell her it’s not going to happen.

About 10:05 she texts me saying she’s sorry again, and that she had already got all dressed up. I tell her to send me a picture of her outfit and…damn. At this point, my large cup of coffee is starting to hit me and I’m coming to the realization I’m going to be wide awake for the next three hours anyway.

I call her back and tell her I’ll drive (most) of the way to her. She agrees and gives me a bar about 35 minutes from me. I get in the car hoping that my instincts are still as sharp as they were a year and a half ago when I entered my now-defunct relationship. When I’m ten minutes from my house, she texts me:

“Random question lol but necessary…are you bringing “protection”?”

Instincts confirmed.

Just got to work out the logistics. I figure worst case I’ll bang her in the car or get a cheap motel for the night.

I get to the bar, and seek her out. She goes for a hug, but instead I just grab her and kiss her. The look in her eyes was just pure lust and shock. She looks fantastic. This girl is about 5’1″ and, come to find out later, literally weighs 87 pounds. The only catch?

Her shirt is literally a cat’s face. Like, the entire thing except the sleeves. Hence the title of this post. Come to find out, she’s also got pussy tattooed on her. Good lord, I think I’ve hit the crazy jackpot. But I’m willing to excuse the shirt considering it’s not covering her entire stomach and all I can imagine is busting a nut all over her belly.

We get a drink, sit down in a booth. The date routine comes back to me with relative ease, but I can tell I’m a bit rusty. Fortunately, this was mine to lose and I had a lot of leeway to fuck up – she was that horny and that into me. While I did things “right”, this was very much one of those situations where everything just fell into place rather easily.

By the end of our first drink I’m rubbing her pussy outside her panties in the booth. She asks if I want to play pool. I just can’t help but thank the gods of Game that I’ve been playing every week since I moved to Santa Monica. She’s not half bad herself, but I win five out of seven games and she’s impressed. It’s closing in on 1:00am and I’m really dreading having to be at work in the morning.

Finally she says, “I’m not supposed to go to Santa Monica, but you seem like a great guy and I have no qualms going back to your place. And I want to get fucked properly, not in a car.”

So we drive our separate cars back to my place, go inside and pour a glass of wine. Barely get through a sip of it before clothes are coming off. I slide a condom on and slide inside her. Eventually I get tired of the couch and literally pick her up while she’s inside of me and carry her to the bedroom.

Finish round one and we’re just sitting on the bed talking. I make the “mistake” of showing her my under the bed restraint system. She values round two over me getting a good night sleep, so I tie her up and proceed to probably wake my neighbors up at nearly 4:00am at this point.

Afterwards, she checks her phone and realizes her mom texts her. Apparently her mom also has a GPS installed on her phone, so knows exactly where she is in Santa Monica. While she’s plotting to simply say that she “didn’t see her message”, I kindly explain how iPhone read receipts work to her. To “prove” my point, I send her a “Hey.”

She responds back with the below.

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I figure that’s a pretty good “I didn’t rape you text”. I’ll take it as a good start back to single life.

I have no idea what happened with her and her mom..but I know one thing.

I’m back.

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