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January 8, 2012

The third fuck

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:32 pm

Some questions are difficult to answer, questions about me and the way I feel I can answer, ask me for the mechanism behind all that and it gets more difficult, how much of an independent and unbiased party am I when describing things about myself?

Such was the case when I was asked not what is wrong with wimminz today, but what it is about me, what process it is, that the wimminz fail at in that historical progression from stranger through dating through girlfriend to intimate relationship…. I will fuck you bitch, but I will not get intimate.

It was actually a good question, because it catalogues what went wrong with the wimminz, and how the changing sexual and relationship environment forced men like me to adapt and survive the new and evolving conditions.

And so on to the answer…

The first fuck is easy, the sap is rising and I want to dump my cum, so yes I will display what roissy et al call “asshole game” and attitude, and then we get together and get naked, and I can already tell if there is going to be a second fuck, but my balls need emptying so enough of that, and enough of the “I am the best fuck you will ever haveshit that was only part of the game we were both playing, like you told me you have only been with 6 men… lmfao, so I spurt and empty my balls and whatever pleasure you get out of that is your business.

At this point if your out of focus PoF photos do not match the wrinkles on your face, or your ass is bigger, or you are nuts, or you have an unpleasant voice, or basically fucking anything, it is time for me to get dressed and go. We have been together anything from 15 minutes to an hour.

Guaranteed ways to end the game right here is to start shit testing me with what wimminz want…..

If, however, none of these things are in my face too much, then I will stick around, let you rub my back etc, drink a coffee, and fuck you a second time.

The second fuck is not like the first fuck.

The second fuck requires that in that interlude after the first fuck not only were you nice to me, not only were there no too hard to ignore issues with you, you also have to posses enough of that kinky slut factor to make me want to have that second fuck, because the second fuck is more kinky, takes longer, and has to tap into that reserve in my balls that nature intended to be spurted into a second cunt.

I’d say 30% of PoF wimminz that I fuck fail at this hurdle, I get dressed and go.

So the second fuck is done, and 3 hours have passed, now you (the wimminz) have the next challenge, which is exponentially larger than the last, which is making me relaxed enough to stay around for the third fuck… the third fuck may or may not be later that night, it may be a breakfast fuck, but getting me to stick around for it is the trick.

Conversation is out, you are a wimminz, so what is in is basically waiting on me hand and foot, rubbing my back, scratching my balls, making me comfortable… if it is overnight then you’d better not snore for example.

I’d say 60% of wimminz fail at this hurdle. I have my second fuck and get dressed and go.

So the third fuck comes and goes, and then I leave, whether it be late at night having been with you 5 or 6 hours, or first thing in the morning having been there overnight.

Note well, I have talked about my PHYSICAL needs here, draining my balls, having my shoulders rubbed, having my balls scratched, being fed and watered… up until the third fuck there is nothing else you can offer me or have to offer me.

This is what feminazism and the wimminz and niggerz have done, all the talking and getting to know you and walking hand in hand and all that shit has gone, forever, never coming back…. now you have to get to the third fuck.

After the third fuck I’d say another 9% of wimminz fail at this hurdle, I get dressed and go and have no urge to come back for more at a later date.

This leaves us with 1% of the wimminz that I fuck. Which, we must remember, is probably 1% of the wimminz who I contact on PoF, which is probably 1% of the total wimminz on PoF in my area…. as I type this there are 110,000 wimminz actually on-line on a Sunday morning in my area.

On the 1% rule this means 1,100 are potentially fuckable, on the 1% rule this means 11 will have my cum dumped into them, and this is what is on-line NOW, not forgetting the constant churn in membership, not forgetting the possibility of expanding my dating area beyond 20 miles.

1% get past the third fuck, and here it starts to get really grim and turns into a bloodbath for all those wimminz expecting roses and chocolates and being whisked off to Paris for a weekend.

(disclaimer, of course my percentages are made up and off the top of my head, not the subject of actual statistical analysis, the one time I did that over a period of one year I found that approximately 1 contacts who I started chatting to on PoF turned into a fuck in real life, for every 3 that turned out to be a waste of time, so 3 wasters for every cum-bucket, the precise percentage was 21.875% fucks and 78.125% flakes)

As it type this in the beginning of 2012 I have;

  • One skank ho who made it past the third fuck, who I have no interest in as a human being, but who worships my cock, who lives only a few hundred yards away (the irony of internet dating) and who essentially performs the role of a prostitute, minus the negotiation, payment or indeed talk. This slut likes it kinky and is one of those rare wimminz who can actually give a good blow job.
  • One skank ho who made it past the third fuck, who I have no interest in as a human being, who is going to join the other handful from 2o11 who were worth of second or thirds meetings, and then it just sort of fades out… a shame in a way as she is as submissive as fuck and will use her mouth for anything, and gives a passage blowjob.
  • One skank ho who made it far enough past the third fuck to qualify as a human being, albeit a faulty one, who has thus far been what can only be classed as a very nice person towards me, but that is thus far, and I limit my interactions with her to once a month or so, which keeps her desperately keen on me, she wants much more.

And there we have it…..

Or do we? Because actually we have only just scratched the surface of the armour that I have donned as a necessary precautionary measure when venturing out into the world of wimminz and niggerz.

Dig past that and you’ll get to the “what the fuck do I want with some wrinkled old dried up bitch with sagging tits” while completely ignoring the question of my own age and experience and baggage.

Dig past that and you’ll get to the “I have to physically find you and your body sexually attractive and nice to look at” which excludes everything over weigh and over 35ish

Dig past that and you’ll get to the “You’d had better not have any limits sexually on what you will do, and how eagerly you will do it, with me.

Dig past that and we get to the whole question of CAN I actually like you, is your house tidy and clean, do you feed and water me well, can I relax in your company.

And should you make it past all that, as one of the three “contenders” up above has, instead of breaking through to the mother lode, you find yourself in free fall in limbo, because the core of me got removed for safe keeping after my last escapades with a couple of your female species, and let me tell you girl, no wimminz is ever, ever, ever going to earn my trust ever again, not even “trust lite” where I share a small secret about some minor misdemeanour’s that I may have performed at work by buggering off after lunch but charging for the whole day, because it is bad enough years later to have made up false shit thrown at you as accusations without also having the odd titbit of truth thrown in for good measure, which you, being a man, admit to being true, which is then used to make all the made up shit sound true…

SO there we have the three fucks rule.

It’s a bit like star ratings for a restaurant or hotel.

Most places / wimminz are no stars, most of the rest is one or maybe two star, and overpriced, and three star is sort of the cut off point.

There is four and five star out there, but it is ridiculously expensive, and no matter how much shit the marketing says not like your own home, quite apart from the cost.

Fuck four is not the start of intimacy, it is just the suspension, not end, suspension, of treating you like a freaky psycho skank ho, you just graduated to skank ho, possible freaky and psycho tendencies, keep under observation.

That whole chocolates and roses and walking hand in hand, that is for emotional children, those who have not been to war, those who have not seen the enemy, those who have not had to fight for their own survival and abandon their kids to the skank ho and the state.

Chocolates and roses and weekends in Paris gets filed in the same drawer as the tooth fairy and santa claus and all the other childish and innocent nonsense that gets you killed in the real world.

There is no romance in a battlefield, and a battlefield is what the feminazis skank ho wimminz and their niggers have made modern life in the western world into.


  1. you say you will never trust a wimminz again, but if you are boinking a strange POF wimminz, you are placing a lot of trust that the wimminz isn’t carrying a nasty virus. What if a wimminz has the hep-C and wants others to share in the joy ? Or maybe the wimminz doesn’t even know they carry cooter grunge.

    Comment by anonymous — January 8, 2012 @ 8:37 pm

  2. Good hygiene, good practices, good genetics, good selection processes and a refusal to give up on life or have my lifestyle dictated to by the wimminz.

    Comment by wimminz — January 8, 2012 @ 8:45 pm

  3. what’s to prevent a man from not only celebrating the skank ho’s, but leaving behind as many low investment children as possible? One man with sufficient mojo could create an entire ghetto of single mother wimminz all by himself. Seems a more effective way to pwn the system than just a simple pump & dump sans roses and chocolates and trips to Paris.

    Comment by anonymous — January 8, 2012 @ 10:22 pm

    • not a damn thing, just fuck fertile wimminz….

      Comment by wimminz — January 8, 2012 @ 10:28 pm

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