Bimbo twophones trades up.

[MonkParticipant 16975]

For some time I’ve been noticing wimmin walking down the street looking at two phones.

Now I’ve seen it taken to the next level. In a coffee shop today, a slag with three phones on the go simultaneously. Presumably Chadphone(TM), Orbiterphone(TM) and Betaphone(TM).

[Gravel PitParticipant]

They cant keep up with the web of lies they live. They need multiple devices to help sort out the treachery theyre up to.

[HermitParticipant]

Schit, as if one damn phone isn’t bad enough.

Makes me fukkin’ sick.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Sky-OParticipant 18933]

There is a fourth phone.

The one that nobody sees.

It is an untraceable, non-registered, prepaid phone. Usually a flip LG with less than 100 minutes on it.

All notifications set to silent.

Stored safely, out of the wandering eyes of any beta husband or long term boyfriend. With the safest and most least likely place to be found: In the small compartment of a vehicle trunk where emergency roadside items are located. Tucked underneath everything. Hidden away, much like the only person that it is used to communicate with.

That entity’s name is not even on the phone, and all call history and texts are erased by the user frequently.

It is a comm-link to the forbidden. A connection to a man (c•ck) that nobody knows about. One that must remain a secret or his existence will jeopardize Pumpkin’s current asset acquisition phase during her marriage to Beta.

It is a lifeline to:

SECRET C•CK

In closing. . .

During my blue pill era, I was with a pumpkin that handled her covert operations like a pro.

[Prefer Peace to PieceParticipant 10809]

Beware the lady who uses a “burner” phone.
She may be deep into infidelity, deception, and subterfuge.
A chad communication device.
Buying and activating a prepaid cell phone can be completely anonymous.
Sometimes you have to provide the SIM card number, but you don’t have to give any personal information.
I didn’t realize some ladies walk around with more than one phone going.
My God. I wonder how many selfies these ladies can snap in an afternoon.

[Gravel PitParticipant]

yall got it exactly right, these hoes all think theyre covert spies. But its ridiculous that theyre traffiking in Marks, not national secrets.

whether the dudeS on that burner phone are chads, alphas, betas or lesbians … theyre all Marks. Marked to be played for resource extraction, sex or some other means to an end.

[Gravel PitParticipant]

I like the bit about hiding that trash in the tire kit. Lol. Good writing. But now we know where to search Sky Os truck. Gotta find a new spot now slick!

[Sky-OParticipant 18933]

And regarding that other phone.

The non-traceable, flip LG, prepaid one in the emergency roadside items compartment in the back of a vehicle.

It wasn’t until I was immersed deep into my blue pill hell that I realized – It might have been an extreme measure on the part of a pumpkin. And maybe not even necessary.

But. . .

It got her off. The hidden phone.

It got her wet. Because the more complex and tactical things are: the wetter a pumpkin gets.

And it doesn’t matter who the secret c•ck is. No man is really relevant in the grand scheme of things.

All replaceable. Easily devalued and discarded as needed and of no significant value.

But the process. Every aspect of cheating: lies, manipulation and deception. The cosmic c~~~tail of endorphines from the excitement. Knowing that she is fooling Beta and playing a game while not getting caught.

That is what primarily is getting her off. The c•ck is a secondary component. The sex just a necessary act that aids in fulfilling every other part of the game.

Back to the hidden phone. Her mind wanders to it when Beta talks about his day at work. She wants to go get it when Beta tells her he loves her. And she can’t wait to have it in her hand again.

The freaking flip LG, covert prepaid phone. Not a smart phone with internet, tons of apps and the ability to take selfies.

It is not technology that has caused it all. It has always been there for thousands of years.

If a woman was trapped on a desert island with one guy, and no technology, no social media or smart phones, she would get bored, put a message in a bottle and throw it into the sea. If someone found it and read the message, it would say

‘Send More C•cks!!!’

[StealthParticipant 5327]

Sky-O wrote:

And regarding that other phone.
The non-traceable, flip LG, prepaid one in the emergency roadside items compartment in the back of a vehicle.
It wasn’t until I was immersed deep into my blue pill hell that I realized – It might have been an extreme measure on the part of a pumpkin. And maybe not even necessary.
But. . .
It got her off. The hidden phone.
It got her wet. Because the more complex and tactical things are: the wetter a pumpkin gets.
And it doesn’t matter who the secret c•ck is. No man is really relevant in the grand scheme of things.
All replaceable. Easily devalued and discarded as needed and of no significant value.
But the process. Every aspect of cheating: lies, manipulation and deception. The cosmic c~~~tail of endorphines from the excitement. Knowing that she is fooling Beta and playing a game while not getting caught.
That is what primarily is getting her off. The c•ck is a secondary component. The sex just a necessary act that aids in fulfilling every other part of the game.
Back to the hidden phone. Her mind wanders to it when Beta talks about his day at work. She wants to go get it when Beta tells her he loves her. And she can’t wait to have it in her hand again.
The freaking flip LG, covert prepaid phone. Not a smart phone with internet, tons of apps and the ability to take selfies.
It is not technology that has caused it all. It has always been there for thousands of years.
If a woman was trapped on a desert island with one guy, and no technology, no social media or smart phones, she would get bored, put a message in a bottle and throw it into the sea. If someone found it and read the message, it would say
‘Send More C•cks!!!’

Women were made for adultery.

"Once you’ve taken care of the basics, there’s very little in this world for which your life is worth deferring." -David Hansson. "It’s not when women are mean or nasty that anything is out of the ordinary. It’s when they are NICE to you that you have to be on high alert..." -Jackinov.

[Branched offParticipant 10920]

Having all those phones and all that subterfuge can sometimes overload the female mental capacity. I am sure I will not be the only man here who has at some time received a text from a lover that was intended for another man but pumpkin got confused and pressed the wrong button.

Playing it straight like you thought the text was intended for you was very entertaining. These days I would simply not get into all that bother and I would just simply cut contact but at the time I was enjoying gathering information on a very deceitful woman, information that would cost her her job and quite a bit more. I particularly enjoyed more than once getting the “lets meet for sex” text, waiting long enough to make it likely the other guy would have replied, replying close to the appointed hour that I was just setting off to drive to her (so would not be answering the phone if she called to put me off), arriving slightly late (just to add to the annoyance), making sure to hatef~~~ the s~~~ out of her several times and leave her really banged out, satisfied and with her hair and room in a mess. I seemed to have a real talent for this and it came easily to both really please her and enjoy messing up her plans hatefully at the same time. I would then leave swiftly (to make sure there was just enough time for him to come round but not enough time to have more than an unenthusiastic quickie from his used up slut). I could then think about her having to then perform for the other guy (who was in this case an obese man 25 years my senior who would just do anything she said and give her anything she asked). The other guy was the husband of the woman who was my boss and her boss and he would have been making excuses all evening to his wife that he had to go out but then not actually going out. There were other guys I learned but she always confused me with this one because our names began with the same letter. He only lived round the corner from her so I knew he would set off later than I would and she would have to frantically call him and put him off if I said I was coming at the last minute.

Reading that back I see that I was really messed up by that girl. I was not wise enough to stop playing the game and I was full of a desire for revenge. I did enjoy my revenge in the end more than I should have. Pumpkin’s phone games are not kind and they can make us unkind. I was not too kind to the next three women I had after that one either and they did not deserve a bit of it. I was manipulative of their feelings in the way women manipulate men sometimes. It was just a poison I had got in me.

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[Mr. SpockParticipant 10907]

And I have to believe that the Betas and the Orbiters are subsidizing her ability to run this op. Even if she uses prepaid phones it can be expensive and you know your typical thot doesn’t make enough money to afford 3 or 4 different phones.

Feminism isn't about equality with men, it's about leverage over men.

[Branched offParticipant 10920]

Mr. Spock wrote:

And I have to believe that the Betas and the Orbiters are subsidizing her ability to run this op. Even if she uses prepaid phones it can be expensive and you know your typical thot doesn’t make enough money to afford 3 or 4 different phones.

Betas and orbiters subsidise her “because she is worth it”. She is certain of this entitlement. It seems to take us time and some bad experiences to learn she is never worth it and the only way to get out of the situation with any dignity is to ignore the worthless parasite.

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[EGParticipant 1851]

She gets each of her hook-ups to buy her a new phone like notches on a bedpost.

[Sky-OParticipant 18933]

EG wrote:

She gets each of her hook-ups to buy her a new phone.

Phucking-4-Phones 2019

[Gravel PitParticipant]

Dont forget that the Covert Penis type girls who have the secret phone, these women still try to hide their whoredom for the thrill. So guess how high the sausage count on the women who dont even bother trying to delete their CHad texts is??? The other type of girl who doesnt even try to play secret agent anymore…

The Ugandan girl my room mate is dating didnt even bother hiding the texts, he found them and even had time to screenshot and send them to his own device! LOL

She has ridden the Carousel so hard in college that she doesnt even give a fvck anymore, I knew it right away because the Rapid and Unbashful way in which she jumped in the sack with him while my room is right next door, a total stranger she only met 3 days prior. Modesty? NONE AT ALL. She is so practiced in galloping on random flesh sticks, the timidity of it is long history, not even a 2nd thought anymore.

A total unabashed KockGoblin.

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