1.This post is discussing dating and having sex with multiple women in one day.

2.This is Reddit, a website filled with mostly 17-34 year old white men who aren't getting laid and lashing out at the world because of it. I know this. And I know because of this there will be several troll posts and I will get quite a few angry messages.

3.Fuck those people. This story isn't actually about sex at all. It's about power and indulgence. If they can't see past it, that's their hangup, not ours.

4.No, I am not super handsome. I'm a decently attractive black guy who is chubby as fuck. I don't have tons of money or some insane job. I'm literally an average joe.

5.Literally anyone can do what I do. I'm not special at all.

Last Friday was quite a busy day at work. I was brought into a local nightclub to run the front door and bring a fun vibe to bring more people in the door. This means checking the men's aggression level at the door and flirting with every girl that walks in. This means guys are walking in laughing and women are walking in feeling sexy. This is good.

Coincidentally, these feelings work for me as well. If I'm joking and flirting then I get into "My Zone", that euphoric feeling you occasionally get where you can literally do no wrong. Where your energy is so perfectly balanced between fun and sexy that everyone just wants to stop and hang out with you.

Throughout the night this feeling manifested itself into 6 girls numbers. Now, not to brag, but in our industry this is an average night. There's a certain power and attraction that comes with the profession, like being a bartender or dj, women love men who bring them their entertainment fix. We never expect all 6 women to remember us, let alone want to hang out again.

Unfortunately for me, this wasn't the case. Each girl got the same text: c u tomorrow. I expected, at best, one of the women to take it seriously and meet up for drinks the next day. Three of them did. All within 5 minutes. I was left with 2 options: Pick the best one and roll with it---impossible because I don't save names or numbers and barely remember what the women look like the next day---or say fuck it, go for the cool story, and take them all out. Guess which one I did?

Date 1 went well. I took her on the Morning Shift Date. There's a really cool, trendy breakfast spot I know some people at so I got a good table outside. We laughed over mimosas, ordered way too much food which was fun, and then she said, "Out of all the pretty girls last night why did you talk to me." I'm a pro at this particular shit test so I just leaned over the table and kissed her. That was the end of that. My place just so happens to be 1 block from the restaurant so I asked her if she wants to come listen to my record player. She did. She grabbed my hand as we walked so I knew she was into it. The second we walked through the door I wasted 0 time, I picked her up, threw her against the door, lifted her over my head, and slid her shorts and panties to the side with my tongue. 20 minutes later she's cuddling me with that "I'm never letting go feel". 30 minutes later she had to go. It was 12:00. Date 2 was coming.

Date 2 came over in shorts so short they could've been a belt. I didn't even throw my record player on. I put on House of Balloons by the Weeknd, picked her up, threw her on my bed, and then came in like 3 minutes. Yup, 3 minutes. I was into it. Not every fuck is a perfect one. But I didn't get all sad and apologize. Fuck no. I gave her a very rough, very dirty 3 minutes. Then we fooled around, got turned on again, and fucked for like 15. Surprisingly, she stuck around and we had a pretty cool conversation. She wasn't the world's most interesting woman but she had some valid thoughts and opinions, she expressed her want to be lead and guided, and she thought feminism was retarded. Good shit. We actually talked for longer than we fucked and, unsurprisingly, I enjoyed that more than the sex. Before she left, she asked me, "Why did you hit on me when there were so many pretty girls in the club", so I threw her against the door and kissed her. She left smiling and texted me the whole way home.

Date #3 was, and I'm still thinking about it a week later, a doozy. She was 21. JUST TURNED 21. Lord, when I checked her I.D I got a little fucking turned on. 1994. Can you believe it? 1994!

Listen, I don't give a fuck what anyone says about erections and sex and beauty, there is NOTHING sexier than the energy of a freshly turned 21 year old. Their optimism and excitement for this brave new world is sexier than any porn star could ever dream of being. No 30 year old in her best outfit with her tits out can even compare. 21 is just...man, if I ever find someone 18 I might just start cumming in 30 seconds.

Anyways, in preparation for the usual selfish, entitled, bratty nature of this next generation of women, I created a detailed plan. She called 30 minutes later than she was supposed to(of course I planned for this), she said she'd be running late(Also planned for this) but said she was totally down to chill, bring her hookah, and kick it(Did NOT plan for this.) She gets here in her chill clothes(small little shorts, t shirt) and I surprise her by telling her we're going out. I'm dressed nicely and have the upper hand now; she's under-dressed, uncomfortable, and we both know it. I take her to MY bar, the one where I know every bartender, security, and even the customers. My 5 drink tab comes out to 10 dollars. Instead of trying to make her think I'm a baller, I let her see the tab and, unsurprisingly, she loves it. She loves that I took her to my place of comfort.

Walking home---I live in the area, this is clutch as hell---I do my usual intimacy starting move: I grab her hand, spin her, spin her back and throw my arm around her. She smiles and grabs my finger tips. I'm in there. We get back to my house and I see she's playing it safe. She avoids the bed and sits in a chair. Her hookahs broken so we can't smoke to pass the time. Perfect. Now she's got to talk and man can she talk. She tells me she doesn't need shit, she just wants to be apart of a man's life.

She's tired of the guys her age because they don't act like men. She just wants a rock, someone to hold her down. I tell her when she got out of the car in those shorts I wanted to pick her up and throw her against the car. She says she likes being manhandled. She asks why I haven't kissed her yet. I tell her I don't fuck on the first date(I usually don't). She now wants to fuck me. She says she's a tease. I spend the next hour teasing her in every single way possible. She tries to climb on top of me. I pin her down. She moans my name.

Here's where the story gets real and important. She INSISTS on climbing on top of me and I wanna see where this is going. She's clearly OBSESSED with control so I give her a little while showing her how easily I can lift her off me. She rides me exactly how she likes to and cums in like 30 seconds.

She then climbs off and asks me if I enjoy having sex with her. I told her exactly this, "We didn't just have sex. You just masturbated on my dick. That had nothing to do with me." The look on her face was DEVASTATING. She said she'd never had anyone tell her that before and she was very embarrassed. She said she wanted me to teach her how to have sex. So I did. It was fun, it was sexy, it involved both of us, and she loved it.

I cum a lot, but the surprise came when I walked her to the bathroom, turned the shower on, and cleaned her off. I may be a brutish savage but I also really like women. You can be a gentle-caveman. This idea that you have to be a dark monster all the time and can't open up and like women is bullshit.

Anyways, we spend the next hour or two in each others arms, listening to music, enjoying the rare occurrence of meeting someone you genuinely click with. She wanted to fall asleep. I told her she couldn't spend the night. She left 20 minutes later and sent me a naked picture from her bed. She then asked, "Out of every girl in the club Saturday, all the 9s and 10s, why did I choose her", and I sent her a picture of my dick.

Here's what I learned:

1.Sex has lost all value in the means of stroking a man's ego. Fucking a pretty girl used to satisfy our need for attention and compliments. It's so easy nowadays that even an average caveman like me can do it whenever he wants. Men need a new form of ego stroking.

2.All the women I went on dates with were between the ages of 21-24. These girls were fucking DESPERATE for anything that resembled a man. They're were all selfish and entitled, but with the slightest hint of stern discipline, that shit died QUICKLY.

3.I'm 27 and usually date women my age or older and I usually require 20 minutes of oral to get fully hard. The 21 and 23 year old had me hard before the clothes came off. As always, there is nothing sexier than youthful energy.

4.Take women places you're comfortable. Take them to places close to your house. Go on long walks with them, get them engaged, spin them, dance with them, make them feel like little girls again. I made each of these women call me daddy in bed and they loved it. When they act like anything other than ladies I call them out on it.

5.Knowing I had 2 more dates coming, then 1 more date coming, then knowing I had already had sex twice helped me not care about the outcome of each date. I got to be myself, say what I wanted to say, and never once worried about what they thought of me.

6.Lastly, and this is my most important takeaway, sex with each women wasn't the highlight of the date. The first date was fun because we got to indulge in reckless eating, ordering a bunch of shit and barely eating more than 10% of it. The second date was fun because of how into me she was, the sex was just the result of that attraction. The last date was the best date I've been on in years. Lying there, completely naked, able to fuck but not doing so was hotter than any sex I had that day. The self control I had, and the self control she learned mean more to me than any fucking I've done.

The hang up most men have nowadays, I've found, is that Porn Culture has them all addicted to sex. They're angry when they can't get it and disappointed when they do. Sex, even at its best, will never live up to the hype. But if you're a MAN, the type of man who makes women want to be good women, you will find that women are better than sex can ever be.

I'm sure all 3 of the girls I went on dates with have fucked some man over. I've sure they've had some slutty nights. I'm sure they'll shit test the fuck out of me in the coming weeks and if I fuck up they'll become the monsters you guys post stories about. I'm also sure that if I keep acting like a man, not a rich man or a handsome man, just a man, that you'll never see a story here from me about how a woman fucked me over.