What's the worst experience that you have had being sexually frustrated ?

[Massimo]

And how did you get through it ?

[Darth_aurelius]

And how did you get through it ?

Honestly comrade, I've experienced so many instances of rejection, humiliation, debasement and excruciating torture at the hands of malignant psychopathic whores that it would be very difficult for me to instance one single example. I suppose that for me however it really hinges on several considerations including the degree of malevolence involved, the magnitude of the attraction I subjectively had for the foid, her objective hotness and aggravating circumstances such as the involvement of a Chad boyfriend.

One of my most harrowing and horrific experiences was when I was a young lad, not much older then many of my soldiers here on these forums. I was attending a highly prestigious "public ivy" university here in the American Midwest and living in the dorms. One of the food service foids who was also a member of the building custodial staff worked in my section of the dorm and immediately caught my very discerning eye for feminine beauty.

At the time she was about 30 years old, svelte, fit, had long luscious black hair and looked to me like the Disney princess Belle from that faggoty movie Beauty and the Beast. I imagined myself to be rather like the titular male character from that film as I was quite beastly at the time due to powerlifting and musclemaxxing at the gym.

In those days, before I had fully assimilated the magnitude of my inceldom, I was more audacious around women and actually had the temerity to approach this real life beauty while she was sitting alone at one of the tables in our dining room. I made some normie tier small talk with her and told her that I found her to be exquisitely attractive. With her permission, as I am and always have been a Supreme Gentleman, I began corresponding with her via email. We chatted about many things throughout our weeks long correspondence and even discussed the possibility of her going on a trip to the north woods with me.

Alas, I said eventually something in one of the emails that offended her fragile foid sensibilities and she asked that I no longer message her. As a means of impressing upon her my devotion and gentlemanly nature, I sent flowers to her while she was working in our cafeteria one day. In conjunction with this magnificent surprising bouquet of beautiful roses, I also drove by her apartment several times one weekend to get a sense of where she lived while imagining myself walking in her front door and ravaging her just as horde of foul pajeets sometimes ravage farm animals.

Upon receiving the flowers and after seeing my not very subtle efforts to surveille her at home, she called the police on me and had them actually warn me to stay away from her lest she get a restraining order. To add horrible insult to immeasurable injury, I then found out that she was getting fucked by (not dating) some football Chad who played on our NCAA Division 1 team. This was more then I could bear and I harnessed my inner rage constructively by unleashing my Darth Sidious like dark force energy on the weights in the gym and became one of the most ogremaxxed men on my entire campus.

[Massimo]

And how did you get through it ?

Honestly comrade, I've experienced so many instances of rejection, humiliation, debasement and excruciating torture at the hands of malignant psychopathic whores that it would be very difficult for me to instance one single example. I suppose that for me however it really hinges on several considerations including the degree of malevolence involved, the magnitude of the attraction I subjectively had for the foid, her objective hotness and aggravating circumstances such as the involvement of a Chad boyfriend.

One of my most harrowing and horrific experiences was when I was a young lad, not much older then many of my soldiers here on these forums. I was attending a highly prestigious "public ivy" university here in the American Midwest and living in the dorms. One of the food service foids who was also a member of the building custodial staff worked in my section of the dorm and immediately caught my very discerning eye for feminine beauty.

At the time she was about 30 years old, svelte, fit, had long luscious black hair and looked to me like the Disney princess Belle from that faggoty movie Beauty and the Beast. I imagined myself to be rather like the titular male character from that film as I was quite beastly at the time due to powerlifting and musclemaxxing at the gym.

In those days, before I had fully assimilated the magnitude of my inceldom, I was more audacious around women and actually had the temerity to approach this real life beauty while she was sitting alone at one of the tables in our dining room. I made some normie tier small talk with her and told her that I found her to be exquisitely attractive. With her permission, as I am and always have been a Supreme Gentleman, I began corresponding with her via email. We chatted about many things throughout our weeks long correspondence and even discussed the possibility of her going on a trip to the north woods with me.

Alas, I said eventually something in one of the emails that offended her fragile foid sensibilities and she asked that I no longer message her. As a means of impressing upon her my devotion and gentlemanly nature, I sent flowers to her while she was working in our cafeteria one day. In conjunction with this magnificent surprising bouquet of beautiful roses, I also drove by her apartment several times one weekend to get a sense of where she lived while imagining myself walking in her front door and ravaging her just as horde of foul pajeets sometimes ravage farm animals.

Upon receiving the flowers and after seeing my not very subtle efforts to surveille her at home, she called the police on me and had them actually warn me to stay away from her lest she get a restraining order. To add horrible insult to immeasurable injury, I then found out that she was getting fucked by (not dating) some football Chad who played on our NCAA Division 1 team. This was more then I could bear and I harnessed my inner rage constructively by unleashing my Darth Sidious like dark force energy on the weights in the gym and became one of the most ogremaxxed men on my entire campus.

Thanks for sharing that shitty experience and how you got through it.

[Orzmund]

Ostracism for not caving-in to evil and depraved desires. Being ostracized for being a good person unlike the majority of people in our civilisation. I'm lucky I wasn't killed. I feel like an angel in Sodom.

[Orzmund]

Alas, I said eventually something in one of the emails that offended her fragile foid sensibilities and she asked that I no longer message her.

What was it you said that offended her so?

[Darth_aurelius]

Alas, I said eventually something in one of the emails that offended her fragile foid sensibilities and she asked that I no longer message her.

What was it you said that offended her so?

This was well over 20 years ago now comrade and my memory, while exceedingly precise, much like that of our eternal Founding Father of the IPF Elliot Roger, Peace be upon Him, is not so exacting as to allow for highly accurate recollection of these details.

These limitations notwithstanding, I believe I had expressed some anger at her not replying to an email within what I considered to be a reasonable time period of two or three days. I believe she reacted with contempt and the sort of impudence which is ineradicably and inextricably entwined into the feminine constitution and chided me for my impetuosity.

I now believe that the cause of her disregard for my email was her receiving Chads cock and likely taking a huge, Mount Vesuvius magnitude load of his cum on her exquisitely shaped tits while I languished in loneliness with nothing but my dreams and unrequited amorous aspirations. Foids ought tread carefully, for they tread upon my dreams, to paraphrase Yeats.

[Orzmund]

Foids ought tread carefully, for they tread upon my dreams, to paraphrase Yeats.

I wonder what compelled her to accept your initial advances and requests to communicate? People seem to think that it's necessary and commendable to speak avidly with those they privately scorn or loathe, it would spurn anyone to have their trust and curiosity betrayed by some duplicitous woman. Doubtless, it pleased that someone desired her; although your affection was still reproached. She was no vulture, otherwise she would have teased you and then some. If only Newton or Kepler were here to approximate a law to such orbits, we could relate their attempts to make sense of the proclivities of amor to the numinous order of celestial bodies.

I now believe that the cause of her disregard for my email was her receiving Chads cock and likely taking a huge, Mount Vesuvius magnitude load of his cum on her exquisitely shaped tits while I languished in loneliness with nothing but my dreams and unrequited amorous aspirations. Foids ought tread carefully, for they tread upon my dreams, to paraphrase Yeats.

Some women are predators dissembling as meek, demure and uncertain creatures: in truth, they are vicious and despicable. The one you intimated love for was one of those feigning disbelief in her own prowess and capability. Her position in the school as a custodian was a front to pursue lascivious intentions with the athletic, fair-looking, and robust students. Obviously, sexual and romantic relations between faculty and students are impermissible, but nothing ever comes of their mandated discontinuation. The jock just bragged to his friends, fucked some more girls (maybe even some jailbaits) and went on to have a family.

[VH911]

Alas, I said eventually something in one of the emails that offended her fragile foid sensibilities and she asked that I no longer message her. As a means of impressing upon her my devotion and gentlemanly nature, I sent flowers to her while she was working in our cafeteria one day. In conjunction with this magnificent surprising bouquet of beautiful roses, I also drove by her apartment several times one weekend to get a sense of where she lived while imagining myself walking in her front door and ravaging her just as horde of foul pajeets sometimes ravage farm animals.

Upon receiving the flowers and after seeing my not very subtle efforts to surveille her at home, she called the police on me and had them actually warn me to stay away from her lest she get a restraining order. To add horrible insult to immeasurable injury, I then found out that she was getting fucked by (not dating) some football Chad who played on our NCAA Division 1 team. This was more then I could bear and I harnessed my inner rage constructively by unleashing my Darth Sidious like dark force energy on the weights in the gym and became one of the most ogremaxxed men on my entire campus.

she played psycho games with you.
you would have deserved her.

[Darth_aurelius]

Foids ought tread carefully, for they tread upon my dreams, to paraphrase Yeats.

I wonder what compelled her to accept your initial advances and requests to communicate? People seem to think that it's necessary and commendable to speak avidly with those they privately scorn or loathe, it would spurn anyone to have their trust and curiosity betrayed by some duplicitous woman. Doubtless, it pleased that someone desired her; although your affection was still reproached. She was no vulture, otherwise she would have teased you and then some. If only Newton or Kepler were here to approximate a law to such orbits, we could relate their attempts to make sense of the proclivities of amor to the numinous order of celestial bodies.

I now believe that the cause of her disregard for my email was her receiving Chads cock and likely taking a huge, Mount Vesuvius magnitude load of his cum on her exquisitely shaped tits while I languished in loneliness with nothing but my dreams and unrequited amorous aspirations. Foids ought tread carefully, for they tread upon my dreams, to paraphrase Yeats.

Some women are predators dissembling as meek, demure and uncertain creatures: in truth, they are vicious and despicable. The one you intimated love for was one of those feigning disbelief in her own prowess and capability. Her position in the school as a custodian was a front to pursue lascivious intentions with the athletic, fair-looking, and robust students. Obviously, sexual and romantic relations between faculty and students are impermissible, but nothing ever comes of their mandated discontinuation. The jock just bragged to his friends, fucked some more girls (maybe even some jailbaits) and went on to have a family.

Well said comrade, as always. I can only offer speculative conjecture as to her incipient intentions though I might surmise that since I was at the time an exceptionally strong, tall, musclemaxxed brute of a man, she may have gravitated quite instinctively to the supreme masculinity that I exuded. My attitude and demeanor at the time was commensurate with my physically imposing stature as I would routinely use my massive size and bestial strength to intimidate normie tier men and even musclemaxxed jocks who were considerably inferior in both functional and gym strength to myself.

I might add further that there was a certain mystique that surrounded me while I was attending university, rather akin to that which one might find associated with Bond villains who, despite their invidious intentions, are often beguiling in their charm, eloquence or dark charisma.

And you are quite right regarding the duplicitous nature of such impudent harlots who merely seek to gratify their own insatiable lust for the strongest, hottest and fittest chads they can seduce with their feminine wiles.

Since I possess highly advanced and expertly honed physical and virtual stalking skills, I was subsequently able to discover that this particular former top echelon stacy eventually married a low class, uneducated, ignorant, white trash brute who looked as though he was spawned from the most dilatated Alabama trailer park one can imagine. I find this fact enormously gratifying.

[Darth_aurelius]

Alas, I said eventually something in one of the emails that offended her fragile foid sensibilities and she asked that I no longer message her. As a means of impressing upon her my devotion and gentlemanly nature, I sent flowers to her while she was working in our cafeteria one day. In conjunction with this magnificent surprising bouquet of beautiful roses, I also drove by her apartment several times one weekend to get a sense of where she lived while imagining myself walking in her front door and ravaging her just as horde of foul pajeets sometimes ravage farm animals.

Upon receiving the flowers and after seeing my not very subtle efforts to surveille her at home, she called the police on me and had them actually warn me to stay away from her lest she get a restraining order. To add horrible insult to immeasurable injury, I then found out that she was getting fucked by (not dating) some football Chad who played on our NCAA Division 1 team. This was more then I could bear and I harnessed my inner rage constructively by unleashing my Darth Sidious like dark force energy on the weights in the gym and became one of the most ogremaxxed men on my entire campus.

she played psycho games with you.
you would have deserved her.

Thank you my comrade. I don't believe that her original intentions were necessarily modulated by psychopathy or some other invidious predilections as I think that she genuinely found me to be if not aesthetically attractive, at least a highly impressive physical specimen. I was at the time, notwithstanding my being ogremaxxed, the apotheosis of strength, masculine power, virility and vitality and could have easily annihilated a force of at least ten average sized normie tier males in unarmed physical combat.

Her decision to dissociate with me was provoked by the slightest offence given and was likely construed as being so egregious due to her exalted expectations which simps had created for her.

Once the IPF takes command and consummates the Glorious Incel Revolution, I shall track this impudent harlot down and have her brought to the public square for administration of executive Sharia justice. Inshallah.

[KingDavid]

And how did you get through it ?

Honestly comrade, I've experienced so many instances of rejection, humiliation, debasement and excruciating torture at the hands of malignant psychopathic whores that it would be very difficult for me to instance one single example. I suppose that for me however it really hinges on several considerations including the degree of malevolence involved, the magnitude of the attraction I subjectively had for the foid, her objective hotness and aggravating circumstances such as the involvement of a Chad boyfriend.

One of my most harrowing and horrific experiences was when I was a young lad, not much older then many of my soldiers here on these forums. I was attending a highly prestigious "public ivy" university here in the American Midwest and living in the dorms. One of the food service foids who was also a member of the building custodial staff worked in my section of the dorm and immediately caught my very discerning eye for feminine beauty.

At the time she was about 30 years old, svelte, fit, had long luscious black hair and looked to me like the Disney princess Belle from that faggoty movie Beauty and the Beast. I imagined myself to be rather like the titular male character from that film as I was quite beastly at the time due to powerlifting and musclemaxxing at the gym.

In those days, before I had fully assimilated the magnitude of my inceldom, I was more audacious around women and actually had the temerity to approach this real life beauty while she was sitting alone at one of the tables in our dining room. I made some normie tier small talk with her and told her that I found her to be exquisitely attractive. With her permission, as I am and always have been a Supreme Gentleman, I began corresponding with her via email. We chatted about many things throughout our weeks long correspondence and even discussed the possibility of her going on a trip to the north woods with me.

Alas, I said eventually something in one of the emails that offended her fragile foid sensibilities and she asked that I no longer message her. As a means of impressing upon her my devotion and gentlemanly nature, I sent flowers to her while she was working in our cafeteria one day. In conjunction with this magnificent surprising bouquet of beautiful roses, I also drove by her apartment several times one weekend to get a sense of where she lived while imagining myself walking in her front door and ravaging her just as horde of foul pajeets sometimes ravage farm animals.

Upon receiving the flowers and after seeing my not very subtle efforts to surveille her at home, she called the police on me and had them actually warn me to stay away from her lest she get a restraining order. To add horrible insult to immeasurable injury, I then found out that she was getting fucked by (not dating) some football Chad who played on our NCAA Division 1 team. This was more then I could bear and I harnessed my inner rage constructively by unleashing my Darth Sidious like dark force energy on the weights in the gym and became one of the most ogremaxxed men on my entire campus.

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