From The Beach To The Bedroom in 60 Minutes

“You should have came inside of me” she said softly as I looked at the art that I had left on her backside.

I always viewed semen on skin as a unique form of art, no one was quite like the other. Even with the same partner you have different variations of where it goes and how it lands.

But this was not the case with her. This was not the same partner. A member of law enforcement in a European country, an absolute bombshell to say the least. If you’ve ever been able to enjoy the presence of a Turkish woman, you’d know exactly what I was talking about.

The Mexican sun had turned her skin to the kind of golden brown that can only come from weeks of enjoyment, as she had been here for 4 weeks and was on the last stretch of her trip, heading back to the cold of Germany in just another 4 days.

I had stopped her on her way out of the beach, using the last battery percentage of my Rayban Meta glasses to capture the approach to her.

It was a more-so regular approach, one that I will probably never release on social media due to the fact that the sex was so good and pure I wouldn’t want her to feel betrayed by someone she opened her womb to. (A type of approach I’d only show to the members of The Social Club as you have to be trusted to join this society).

In the middle of the approach, a seagull flying overhead landed a perfectly placed piece of shit on the middle lining of her bikini, right in between her near perfect breasts.

In game, you have to make the most out of any situation, even a shitty one. I had no plans or intentions of going into the water that day, but when opportunity calls, you have the choice to answer or not.

I decided to pick up the phone, mid conversation exclaim “a bird just pooped on you!” And go on to tell her we had to go to the water right now and wash it off.

She was having a rough day, I could tell, and that bird poop was the icing on top of the cake. I took the lead, grabbed her hand and walked to the edge of the water, saying everything is just fine, let’s get in and wash it off.

She struggled to take her shorts off, as her absolutely gorgeous ass had grown in size over the month of her being here, a common occurrence to the change of European to Mexican cuisine.

After sliding off her shorts that were on top of her bathing suit, we ran into the water as she exclaimed disgustingly that she couldn’t touch where the bird pooped on her.

Now if you know me, you’d know I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty in order to feel the touch of my fingers on a gorgeous body such as hers, so I splashed some water on her breasts and rubbed out where the bird had pooped.

After a couple minutes of talking, as we were pretty deep in the water and the waves this day rose to overtake us as the wind was blowing considerably, I could tell she was really dreading going back to Germany.

What I find a common occurrence of women in masculine roles, be it an entrepreneur, a cop, or sometimes even a nurse, is that their feminine energy cries, literally cries to be released, and this was what was happening now. She didn’t want to go back to Germany, the cold, where she had to be a masculine figure in a role she dreaded.

She wanted to be a big bootied, perfect tittied having Turkish princess that baked brownies and cookies and cleaned the house for her masculine man. A common occurrence I find for female entrepreneurs, not all but majority, get into the space, start making money, and find they absolutely hate the masculine energy required to make constant decisions that have real world outcomes.

I could tell the stress of the coming days was weighing on her, so I scooped her up in my arms and caressed her newlywed style as the waves carried most of her weight.

She was a little tense at first, but after a moment submitted to the ocean and my arms and started to cry into my chest. A beautiful thing when you know energy, you can read it on people and subsequently heal it with minimal actions.

I work well with these types of women because I know how to look past their words and feel their energy, she just wanted to be held and not think for a moment.

After some time holding her, I say come on and lead her out of the water, where we gathered our things and headed towards the entrance of the beach.

One important thing in game is to know when to transition, and how to do it with confidence. It has to be a good idea to you internally for them to think it’s a good idea as well. One of the most important sales of game is to sell yourself on yourself and your worthiness of having sex with a beautiful stranger when the time comes.

There are so many micro decisions that need to be made to successfully pull it off, and if you don’t believe you’re worthy you can make 98% of the right moves and self sabotage at the end.

We walked to a local coffee shop where I asked her what she liked to drink, a black coffee she responded, which is very on par for the German in her.

I ordered the drinks and sat down and talked to her about her energy and how she should just release to a strong man and submit to leave the stress that was inside of her soul. A foreshadowing for the future.

I told her there was an exercise that I wanted to show her, and it involved a pen and a piece of paper. We finished our coffee and transitioned on a 10 minute walk back to my apartment in the center of town.

I highlighted many of the monuments to see in this part of Mexico, half making up things as we went to keep her mind inside of imagination mode instead of switching to the logical, where if given a chance she might have reconsidered everything and headed home.

We landed back at my apartment, an old folks home of sorts here in Mexico, where the average age is 65 and the average breakfast of choice is cigarettes and coffee.

The regular crew whose patio faces the entrance were gathered around and welcomed her to the community, knowing what type of time I was on. She felt comfortable and we proceeded to head over to my apartment.

I really want to emphasize the portion of the story where I said you need to sell yourself on yourself. There were so many opportunities up until this point where I could have messed up and self sabotaged, but at one point in your journey you’re going to learn the importance of self talk and power of will.

We made it back to my apartment where I gave her a pen and a page in my notebook and had her work on an exercise I made up in the time of walking back to my place from the coffee shop. Keep in mind it was a good exercise actually made specifically to help her with her overthinking. It’s more than just seducing a woman, it’s really providing actual value to them so they feel comfortable submitting to your frame.

I took a shower while I left her to the exercise. Using the time to clean my room and prepare myself for what was to come; ie. Brush my teeth, put on cologne XYZ.

A good rule of thumb is to keep your home as if you’re always expecting a woman to randomly come back to visit you, and more often than not you’ll find it to be true. Nothing worse than coming home with a beautiful girl to a shabby spot.

I slip behind her as she was writing, startling her a bit as I wrap my arms around her. I tell her to stand up and face me, where I throw her arms over my shoulders and continue to passionately kiss her.

I’m not the biggest fan of cigarette mouths as I don’t smoke at all, they can really kill a girl’s beauty. Luckily for her she had more than enough beauty to spare where it didn’t derail it completely for me.

I guided her hands to the places I wanted them to be, she was receptive and we find our way to the bedroom.

The sex was hot as could be. I had a picture in my mind of how I thought it would go, an important part of game - visualization of a desired outcome - and it was better than I expected.

She wrapped her legs around my back MMA style and was as feminine as one could be, clawing my back and holding onto me tightly, being a very active participant in a two person game.

We switched positions to her on top, where she looked passionately into my eyes. I love eye contact in good sex, it ignites my soul more than my body and I can’t get enough of it.

For about 45 minutes we go at it, loving every second of it. I tell her to lay on her stomach where we end up at the beginning of the story. I stress the use of condoms extensively to my students in The Social Club, but sometimes you have to do as I say and not as I do.

As we lay there in ecstasy, a few minutes goes by before she says she has to catch a bus to Tulum to go to the last day of Zamna. A story I’m not mad about at all as I have to have my regular girl come over soon as we have a date night planned.

I walk her out, she’s borrowing some of my shorts that she promises to return later, and I plan on making her keep that promise.

I kiss her goodbye as I watch her walk off into the waning sun in the sky, sunset shortly approaching.

This isn’t the first time something like this has happened, where I get a girl and take her home in the first hour of meeting her, and it definitely won’t be the last. And I’m happy to say, each time is as enjoyable as it can be.

Something about the mystique and intrigue of meeting and mating a gorgeous girl all in the same swing ignites my soul, and I hope it does the same for yours.

- Tristan Social

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