Let’s get right into a touchy subject. Shall we? We shall.

People don’t talk about it, but any successful player occasionally deals with two problems that are far worse than approach anxiety, and comfort building.  It’s even worse than last minute resistance.  I’m talking about what comes after that.  After you “close the deal”…or when she is ready to close the deal, but you aren’t.

I’m talking about whiskey dick and premature ejaculation.  Just because you learned how to talk to girls without pissing yourself doesn’t mean that all of the sudden you’re going to be able to to fuck her like a porn star.  Or even half decently.

Sex tips are another topic altogether, and I do have an impressive collection of tips and tricks…but If you’re like me and probably most other guys, your game utilizes, and probably even requires a good bit of alcohol.

So, you drink so that you can get into happyfun mode- You drink so that you can approach- You drink to calm the obnoxious voices in your head- You drink because she’s drinking…and it’s fun…and because you’re at a bar. Then you move her to another location and drink some more.  You get her back to your place and guess what…you had better pour her a drink, and one for yourself as well.  Business as usual.

She’s tipsy enough to convince herself that she has no idea whats going on.  Enough to use the alcohol as a rationalization for the fact that shes about to blow a guy she just met. That she never does this kind of thing.  Shes not “like that” …As she lets you take her pants off.  Awesome. It’s pretty on now, right?

Wrong.

Sure the alcohol helped you to get to this point, but now your pants are off, she’s wet and ready to go, and your dick is a sad, pitiful fucking embarrassment.

My threshold for things like “embarrassment” and “humiliation” are extremely high.  Absurdly so.  I almost never get embarrassed.  At boarding school, the headmasters favorite thing to do was to try and humiliate the shit out of everyone.  That was her way of breaking people so she could fix their rebellious behavior.  I remember it used to KILL her that she couldn’t embarrass me.  She tried every day, and when I wasn’t phased, she would try something even worse.  This trait is essential to a player and just goes along with being confident and not giving a shit what other people think.

I don’t know about you, but I can jack my drunken limp noodle dick off in front of a beautiful girl for only so long before my confidence takes a bit of a nosedive.  So, you get the idea.  Alcohol will probably help your game, but this advantage is likely to come at the price of bafooning about with yourself in front of her, hoping you can come up with at least half an erection.

There’s got to be a better way!  A way to…you know…have your cake and eat it too.  Sure, you could solve this problem by not drinking…but how realistic is that?  Come on now.  Let’s not shit ourselves.

So I’m more in favor of a solution that allows me to do both.  And wouldn’t you know, there are drugs out there that give you a herculean erection with the density of uranium, that blows the concept of whiskey dick right out the window.  Imagine that.  Drugs ARE the answer.  I am by no means giving health advice here…I know that solving drug related problems with more drugs might not be the most conservative way to go about your day…  And the cynic in me knows that anything with immediate temporary gain is probably not without risk or consequence.

Here’s something you probably won’t hear from a lot of 27 year old guys, and It’s not something I love to admit…but this isn’t about me…and one must put ego aside to create art and pursue truth…so I’ll say it…I am a big fan of ED pills and have recently become a fan of herbal alternatives. Yep, there, i said it. I have taken Viagra, Cialis, and several other over the counter sex performance enhancing drugs.

No shame in my game.

Why, you may ask, would a perfectly healthy man in his physical prime need to take drugs that are designed for 60+ year old men who can’t get it up? Well…that would be the wrong question. I don’t NEED to take them. So let’s rephrase the question.

Why would a young guy WANT to take these pills?

And my answer is simply because…um…. the benefits of being able to effortlessly maintain a rock hard erection (even if you have been drinking) and fuck her brains out like a porn star far exceed the price of obtaining these little wonder drugs. Do the math.

If you are a player, and have acquired the skills needed to get beautiful women to succumb to your will, then you will need to be able to perform in bed. It’s just the next logical step. Learning the game is really only half the battle. Being a real Casanova means that you need to give these women something to talk about.

And average, or god forbid, below average performance in the sack is not going to cut it. Luckily, we live in an era where western medicine and technology are readily available to help us overcome the burden of mediocrity. I say take advantage of it.

The game came easy to me. Delivering the goods was a problem

Here’s a somewhat embarrassing personal story. Enjoy…

When I first met Katerina (rare instance where I am going to use the girls real name) I was floored. Without having to get into all that…suffice it to say that this was a particularly significant woman, and that she changed my psychological landscape considerably in a lot of ways (”scarred for life” if you want to be cynical..)

Anyway, after diligent work to get this girl- skip to the part where we are making out on my futon…

We’re fully clothed and I’m between her legs, dry grinding away. She pushes me away, catches her breath, parts her lips and says with a quivering Russian accent…”fuck me…just fuck me…pleeeeaaase”

Yeah, I know, I wrote that with the imagery of a romance novelist…because dammit, that is one of my all time favorite memories. It was probably the hottest moment in my life. Just so happens that what followed was one of the most humiliating…
So it goes.

So I’m thinking “This is IT…I DID it!…Now for the moment we’ve all been waiting for”…
And then I fussed with a condom for what seemed like about a hundred hours, and then proceeded to give her what could probably be considered one of worlds most pathetic displays of premature ejaculation ever.

I will never forget the words that came out of her mouth…

“Have you ever done this before?”

She wasn’t trying to be mean. She was sincerely wondering if she had just taken my virginity. I was devastated.

Those words rang in my ears for about the next week. I was too embarrassed to even call her.

I run into her at the coffee shop where we met about a week later, and was just honest with her. She was hurt that i hadn’t called her…wondering if i had just gotten my rocks off and forgotten about her. It wasn’t like that at all. I really liked her.

So I told her the truth. As I often do. (Seriously, on a side note…I find that the truth really does work most of the time…go figure) And I was able to get another date with her…

And it was very clear what I had to do on this date in order to recover from the last one.

That’s right. I had to fuck her so hard that she would have no choice but to think that our previous encounter must have been a fluke. I had to literally fuck all recollection of that evening out of her head completely.

I wanted to make her my girlfriend. I was in damage control mode. And this was what I needed to do. I knew there wouldn’t be a third chance. When it happens once, “hey baby, you’re just so hot and had me all worked up”. When its a recurring event, you’re just a bad lay.

Women like this don’t have too much patience for that kind of thing.

So how was I going to be able to pull off such a stunt? Having never really been able to do so before?… And plus I’m totally nervous and self conscious about it now.

I quickly scored a Viagra from friends dads medicine cabinet and hoped for the best.

What happened next was the stuff of legends. We rented Star Wars: Attack of the Clones, and I fucked her from the previews through the credits of that film. It was phenomenal. She must’ve came five or six times, and when i finally did it was in a proud glorious eruption- it was a money shot that Peter North would have appreciated.

Far removed from the shameful two pump squirt that had occurred last time, head hanging in shame…looking at her like “….um…oh shit…I’m…sorrry”. No. My head was held high and I knew that I had just given her a ravaging unlike anything she had ever known.

…with the help of pharmaceuticals, that is.

And she went on to become my girlfriend…and my first “true love”…as well as the woman who is primarily responsible for turning me into the jaded deviant I am today. But I guess thats the role of every ones first love. Now that i think of it, I could have dodged that bullet entirely if i had NOT taken that pill and sledgehammer fucked her into oblivion. Hmmm….Interesting. Irrelevant, but interesting.

I digress.

My point is…when you need to do a job that ordinary humans are practically incapable of, there is a multi-billion dollar industry that can give you super human abilities in pill form.

I stand with the transhumanists and extropians in thinking that if there are products available to modify our natural flaws with chemistry and technology, then it is perfectly desirable to want to do so…and if there aren’t, then someone should be making them… Luckily they are.

But, isn’t that like…CHEATING?

Bro, this isn’t the Olympics.
This is guerilla warefare, and I’ll take all the help I can get.

So, that night, when I learned “Holy shit, there’s a pill you can take that makes you fuck like a rock star”, I put my humility aside and thought…”Sure, I’m a young guy and don’t NEED to take these pills, but if I can get them easily and cheaply, sure… sign me up.”

Why would I prefer to be average?…Why would I want to deal with being self conscious and unsure of my ability?

Why would I want have sex be a frustrating game where the goal is to try as hard as you can to distract yourself and NOT get off? Where pleasure and ecstasy are an obstacle to overcome. Doesn’t that seem a little backwards. Sex shouldn’t cause anxiety. It shouldn’t be intimidating. And it damn sure shouldn’t fucking end with an apology.

So to all you guys who think “I don’t need that stuff…I’m too cool for school”…You go ahead and have fun thinking about baseball or little old ladies, or trying to name all 50 states in alphabetical order. Or whatever it is you do…

I’d rather spread legs and watch. I’d rather be thinking “Yeeaaahhh! you like THAT shit?? Now turn around and let me hit it like THIS!”

Because that’s what it should be about.
(Drug fueled hedonism?)

Look, I’m not selling this stuff…I’m just saying that I have personally used a few of these products, and If we’re going to talk about all things having to do with seduction and dating, it would be socially irresponsible for me not to mention my stance on this topic. I am really surprised that I haven’t seen more (or any?) PUA gurus talk about this.

Because the fact of the matter is, after you get you’re approach anxiety handled- after you get your game down…you’re going to actually have to fuck these women. And trust me, they can be downright frank and unforgiving about substandard performance.

Unfair as it may be, they see getting off too soon as selfish. They are left feeling high and dry in the heat of the moment…unsatisfied, and will at very least, let you know that they are disappointed. Ouch. I have had women get straight up pissed.

Sometimes they are nice, and say “It’s alright” …but we all know it’s not….especially her.

She does the walk of shame out of there to go jack herself off with a vibrator, and you’re sitting in a post-coital tristesse thinking “…fml…EPIC FAIL”……

Through experience and practice, I can hold my own now without taking these pills. One does have to try hard to avoid becoming dependent on any drug that gives temporary superpowers. When you’re not regularly getting laid is when you’re most likely to have these humiliating “American Pie”-esque moments. So, as I became more accustomed to sex, and what to do with myself when I was having it, I needed pharmacological help less.

Now, I am perfectly happy to go without, and know that I can deliver the goods au natural…but there is another issue that I’d like to address here… in what started off as something I thought i’d quickly dote upon, and is becoming quite a powerful argument…

And that, my nay-saying drug free friends, is the issue of WHISKEY DICK.

I still have the occasional date where I brake the rules and drink too much…and have to deal with the embarrassment of presenting a half flaccid “whiskey dick”. This happened last not just but a few days ago. I’ve got a window of opportunity…shes good to go…and I’m fucking around with a severe case of “Can’t Get-My-Dick-To-Work-Itus”

Maybe it’s just me… But considering that Viagra is like, the best selling drug in the history of history…and hundreds of billions of dollars are spent on it and related solutions to this pesky problem…I’m going to assume that some of you guys know where I’m coming from.

Whiskey dick is a cruel, cruel joke. Oh, the irony…

Maybe you think “I don’t want to ask my doctor for ED pills because that would be embarrassing”…Well…maybe it is.

But it is a lot LESS embarrassing than a night where all goes off without a hitch- You get her back to your place, she starts blowing you- and comes up to ask “Whats the matter? Do I not turn you on?”

You fidget with yourself, trying to flex a limp alcohol soaked cock muscle to little or no avail…

You blew it. Totally blown. Game over. Or you had better eat her pussy like a champion. Like a starving boy at a pie eating contest. Your only way out of this situation is…to literally eat your way out of it.

So, now, when I go on dates, I don’t kid myself with the “I’ll just have a few drinks” bullshit. I come prepared by keeping some herbal supplements close at hand, should i have to engage in combat. And my game relies on my ability to go in with the attitude that “This night will most likely end with her wanting to fuck, and I need to be prepared”

Anything less is the same as going in with a defeatist attitude. You’ve already lost at that point. But that’s a whole different topic. What I’m saying is, I have the mentality that sex is inevitable, and that comes across in my personality, body language and vibe….she picks up on this confidence and becomes sexually attracted.

So, as sure as i arrive with my wallet and keys, knowing there’s likely to be some driving and spending…I also come with my condoms and herbal whiskey dick pills…since there’s likely to be some fornication later. Be prepared.

Alright I think i have just beat this horse to fucking death. You get the point.

As far as where to get these pills…Viagra, Cialis and Levitra are the ones you need to either get a script for or apparently you can get them online.

My opinions on specific products I have tried are as follows:

Viagra…yeah, it works…If you’re a normal, healthy guy, 25mg is plenty enough, and will basically turn your cock into a weapon for about 4 hours. Do NOT take unless you are fairly positive that you will be getting laid within that time frame. Take it too soon and you will have a raging hard on during the date and it will fuck up your game. You will come off too desperate for sex…and probably creepy.
Take it when you haven’t laid the proper groundwork for sex, and enjoy a long night of furious masturbation. Shame to waste such a glorious erection on yourself…

Cialis is pretty similar except it lasts a day and a half, but only works when you need it to. Same effect, but you can turn it off and on. For the most part. You will probably still have wayward boners that you have to have to tuck up under your belt…like you did in junior high. Get nostalgic. I’ve only tried it a few times, but if i were going to get a legit script, I would go with this one.

I haven’t tried Levitra, but don’t really see how different it could be from the aforementioned.

Then there is the bevy of herbal supplements you can get over the counter, and are pretty much available at any gas station.

Rather than go through them all, I’ll just say this…The big one you are likely to find just about everywhere is Stamina-RX. I have used this in desperate situations, and it does work, but heres the thing…

The regular dose isn’t really enough to do the trick, so in order to get the effect you would get from the more expensive drugs, you might have to double up. I’m sure this is different for everybody. Doubling up on this stuff will cure whiskey dick, but it will also give you a wicked…skull crushing headache, along with heart palpitations and a bunch of other side effects that make me think it’s a shit deal.

I have found one herbal supplement called “Control” that is all natural (mostly oyster), and works extremely well. It has effects similar to Viagra, lasts as long as Cialis (over 24 hours, but only when you want the effects….meaning you’re not rock hard and sexually frustrated all day) and it didn’t make me dizzy, nauseous or induce a panic attack.

It’s twice the price of Stamina-RX and I don’t know if it’s available everywhere…but delivers awesome results without side effects, so it has been and will continue to be my go to. I always keep some handy at home and at least one in my car.

Anyway…There you have it. My two cents on dick pills and performance enhancing drugs.

I guess as a “cover my ass” tactic, I should mention that you should consult your physician before taking any drugs…and that I read the FDA has a problem with Stamina-RX …They say that if you are using nitrates to treat high blood pressure, it can be lethal.

I realize that since I have said the words “Viagra”, “Cialis” and “Herbal Supplements” in this article, I can probably expect a hellstorm of spambots to flood my comments here…

Bring it…

And if you are a real person, and actually took the time to read this diatribe, you may as well take another moment to post a comment…let me know you what you think….and let me know that I didn’t just spend the last 3 hours in vain..

I actually do care what you guys think, so let’s get some participation here, eh?