PapiChulo
Master Don Juan
I went cougar-hunting in a local pub. I saw 2 official cougars, and the rest were either someone's wives or what not. So, I see that hot pusy, who's not quite a cougar, nor young, maybe 32-35. She is wearing this red "fuk me" dress, and is about an 8-9, but in younger days she would be hotter because she put on some weight here in there, but is still hot enough to give me an instant bonner from just looking at her. I think to myself: look at this tipsy bar slut. Hence no other game around, that's the one I should be bedding tonight. I watched her approach about 5 different plain looking middle-aged men, while I am the only young meat around she needs to be looking at. At this point I though she was just an "attention whhore". I catch her at end asking for a light, give it her and I ask her "to which high school she goes", she laughs and says she's heard it all, but not this one. I get a chit chat going and bullschiting her that I am from Frankfurt vising here, in turn she actually speaks German - very classy, so I still managed to fake it since my German is better. I find out that she rides horses for a living.Well, good enough. At the end she already sobers up- not good- so I approach with some gentle kino and tell her in the ear: "I would let her ride me like a pony; and if she behaves well, I would let her whip me". She laughs, gets all flirty, contemplates and says "thank you darling, but not today". I tell her that she's missing out on some major fun. Rejected, yet this close, if she was still drunk enough, I would be riding her all night long. At the very end she leaves home alone in a taxi. WTF??? I think if I were more experienced with the game, I could totally capitalize on it. Her ego probably did get stroked a great deal.
Please, let me know what I could handle better in such situation.
Please, let me know what I could handle better in such situation.