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SonicSeduction™ by Derek Rake

Sonic Seduction™ How I Seduced A Hottie In Under 4 Hours Using The System – From Start Till Finish

Derek Rake

© 2009 Derek Rake Publishing. All Rights Reserved.

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f you’ve made it this far in SonicSeduction™, you’ve learned all the skills

necessary in order to attract and effectively seduce women. Put these techniques into practice, and sooner than you expect, women will be chasing you, not the other

way around. The feeling of power and confidence is immeasurable the first time this

happens! But I realize there are a lot of steps to absorb in order to get women in the sack, so for fair measure, I want to illustrate how to properly apply them. The following is a true story from yours truly about how I met, effectively seduced, and laid this one girl last month. Consider this as a guideline for attracting women from start to finish. My Approach To set the scene, I was at a party in a college in Boston with a buddy of mine. It was like fishing in a barrel when it came to women, so all I really had to do was spot the hottest one in the crowd. She was gorgeous, with a tight body and long blonde hair, so I walked up to her and the friend she was with. Considering I’ve never met her before, I made sure to use the Give and Take Technique with my body language by not facing directly towards her when talking. I brought my buddy with me, and opened up with a quirky, non-sexual question: Me: “Excuse me, but can I ask you a question?” Her: “Sure.” Me: “My buddy and I were debating, and he thinks it might be cool to buy his mom underwear for her birthday. I say it’s weird. What do you think?” Her (laughing): “Um, yeah that is kind of creepy.” Me to my buddy: “See, I told you.”


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Me to her: “He said she really needs it, but I still say it’s a bad idea.” Her (still laughing): “Well, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, as long as it’s not Victoria’s Secret or anything.” At this point, I fully face my body in her direction to display my attraction to her, and then I continue. Me to my buddy: “Yeah Kenny, you don’t want everyone to think you’re a real mama’s boy.” She and her girl friend are now laughing their asses off, flipping their hair, and displaying very positive body language towards me and my buddy. I can tell they’re really enjoying themselves, and getting into the conversation. Her: “I suppose if you really want to go all out, you can buy her a bra and panty combo!” Seeing that the conversation is going really well, I further establish my presence and confidence by sitting down at the table with them. While I haven’t sufficiently established rapport with her yet, she is enjoying my company, and I want to show her I feel the same way. Me to my buddy: “Nah, that’s probably not a good idea. Your dad would kick your ass if you did that!” Her and her friend: (laughing so hard, they almost spit out their drinks). Now I’m really in good with her and her friend. I’ve broken past their initial barriers by taking a neutral, funny, and non-sexual approach. Even better is the fact that I’ve managed to make them laugh, releasing “feel-good” hormones in their brains. As a result of all this, I’ve been established as a prize in their eyes. Becoming a Prize


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Me: “I think he should get her something completely off-the-wall, like a pet frog.” Her: “Why would…” Me (interrupting her): “Actually, scratch that idea. That would probably bring back bad memories of her dog, Sparky. You see, Sparky was a three-legged dog with a Mohawk hair-do who liked to get into all sorts of things. Even when he was an old fart, he was still chasing everything in the yard. One time, he chewed on this extension cord in the garage and electrocuted himself. It gave a whole new meaning to the name Sparky.” Her and her friend: (laughing). Me: “Anyways, one day, he ate this frog in the driveway, choked on it, and died. She was really upset about it. So yeah, we should probably forego the frog idea.” Her and her friend: “Aww, that’s so sad.” Me: “Yeah, but it was about time that old mutt bit the dust.” At this, the girls were kind of taken back by my statement, so I followed up with a statement to do some damage control. Me: “I’m just kidding, it was really bad. John is still getting over it to this day,” I said, teasing my buddy. Her friend (touching my buddy’s arm): “I’m so sorry.” Me: “I’ve never seen a woman so upset over a dog. She cremated him and kept his ashes. She even has sort of an altar to him in her house, with pictures, candles, and all sorts of stuff.” Me (to the girl I’ve got my eye on): “You remind me of Ivy.”


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Her: “Who?” Me: “Ivy was the teenage girl who used to babysit me when I was little. She lived across the street, and look a little like you. She used to hit me all the time, even for the tiniest stuff. One time, I spilled a glass of milk, and she whacked me across the back of my head. It hurt a lot, and there was a huge bump on my head for a good two weeks after that. I wanted to tell my mom on her, but she told me she knew where I lived, so I should think twice about that. I remember she had an obsession with Twizzlers.” Her (placing her hand on my bicep): “Oh, you poor thing! That was so mean of her!” Me: “So instead, I lied and told my mom that she made me kiss her. My mom charged across the street to her house and cussed her out big time! She told her never to come over to our house again, and if she did, she would call the police.” Her (playfully smacking me): “You are bad!” To establish myself as a prize, I direct the conversation by changing the subject here. Me: “This place always has some good parties.” Her: “Yeah, but it can get pretty crowded.” Me: “Well, I always say the more the merrier.” By holding strong to my opinion of the party, I get the chance to see if she’ll adopt her way of thinking to mine (which she does). Her: “Yeah, there are a lot of cool people here. It’s never the same crowd – always different people. And the drunken keg stands always make it worthwhile to come.” Me to her and her friend: “I bet you both are sorority girls, huh?” Her: “Actually, no; neither one of us is.”


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Me: “Really? That’s cool. I thought this place was infested with sorority chicks. I almost pledged a frat, but decided not to after hearing some of the horror stories.” Her: “Like what?” Me: “Well, it’s just the hazing that goes on. You know what hazing is, right?” Her: “Yeah. It’s like, the torture routines that frat brothers put pledges through, right?” Me: “Yeah. Well this one buddy of mine pledged a frat here, and told me some very disturbing stuff. I’m talking borderline homosexual stuff.” Her (getting very interested): “Like what?” Me: “He said that all the pledges had to get butt naked and be tied to a tree in back of the frat house. From there, he said all the brothers could do whatever they wanted to him while paddling his fanny.” Her: “Naked? What did they do to him?” Me: “All sorts of stuff. He said they sprayed whipped cream on him, spit on him, whistled at him, you name it. Now, I’m a man who’s totally comfortable with his sexuality, but that’s just not cool at all. I don’t care how bad you want friends; that’s just a bit weird to me.” Her: “Oh yeah, I totally agree.” At this point, I take the opportunity to elaborate by telling her a story filled with detail. Me: “One time – after he was sworn in, or whatever they call it – I went over the frat house to pay him a visit. The place was trashed – I’m talking beer cans and trash everywhere. I even saw a colony of cockroaches in the kitchen, and then it hit me: ‘People eat here.’ Anyways, we went out to the backyard to watch a group of his brothers playing touch football. They weren’t wearing any shirt – I mean none of them were – and it was kind of fruity looking, if you ask me. It reminded me of those black-


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and-white blow-up pictures you see at Abercrombie and Fitch. I couldn’t help but laugh my ass off.” Her (laughing her ass off): “Oh my God! That is hilarious! No wonder those guys put so much effort into hooking up with women. It sounds like they’ve got something to hide!” Me: “Yeah, well I’m sure you’ve experienced that plenty. Tell you what, if you really want to have a good time, you should hang out with me instead. That is, unless you like fruity frat guys.” Her: (giggling). Me: “Oh, so you do like fruity frat guys! Girls are so predictable – much more predictable than guys.” Her: “Are you kidding? Guys are way more predictable. They’re also hornier.” Me: “Trust me, women are much hornier than men, and they’re way more predictable. In fact, I went to visit my cousin in Miami last week, and we met these two black chicks on the beach. We got into a friendly debate about penis sizes for the various culture, cause you know what they say about black men, right?” Her: “Uh…” Me: “Oh my God, you don’t know this!” Her: “I’ve never slept with a black man!? Me: “Well, neither have I!” (At this, she’s laughing so hard, she’s practically crying). “But you don’t have to sleep with black men to know the myth about their penises!” Her: “Okay, so enlighten…” Me (interrupting her in a teasing manner): “Shh, I’m not finished.”


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Her (obviously pleasantly perturbed): “Jerk,” she says, with a sexy smile on her face. Me: “You know it.” Her: “It’s okay, I’m actually laughing so hard, I’m trying not to cry, so I forgive you.” Me: “I have that effect on a lot of people.” Her: “So, what were you...” Me: “Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, well in case you didn’t know, black men supposedly have enormous penises. And these black chicks on the beach swore up and down that the myth was true. Well I had couple of drinks in me, so I was feeling good and buzzed at the time, and couldn’t help myself. I told them they ain’t seen nothing until they’ve seen an Asian man’s dick. I was totally kidding, of course, and I had no idea they were going to take my comment so far. They said they had seen a white man’s dick before; in fact, they’ve seen several Asians’ dicks! Even more, they said nothing compares to a black man’s penis…nothing! I just couldn’t let go of the challenge, and told them I was the rare exception. Next thing I knew, they pulled down my shorts, and I was getting a tan on my ass.” Her (busting a gut): “So, did they like what they saw?” Me (teasing her): “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Her: “I like you, you’re pretty cool.” Me: “Yeah, I get that all the time,” I say, jokingly. At this point, I’ve officially established myself as a prize in her eyes, so it’s now safe to “take” away my affection from her just a little. I do so by slightly turning my body away from hers, and giving her a doubtful look. Then I throw this line into the mix. Me: “So, you’re not a whore or anything, are you?


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Her (looking obviously confused): “A whore? Why would you think that?” Me: “I mean, you don’t hook or anything, do you?” Her: “No way.” Me: “Phew. I’m glad you said that, because if you didn’t, I was about to get the hell out of here. Some of the girls at this school are scary.” Her: “How so?” Me: “You haven’t been going here long, have you?” Her: “Of course, I’m a junior.” Me: “Oh, well in that case, let me educate you. I’ve seen so much crazy shit since enrolling here. I’ve walked in some sore sights. One time, I was at this party, and there was this girl naked and spread out on the couch. The guys were just standing in line – dicks hanging out – doing a train on her. She was so fucked up that I couldn’t tell if she even realized what was going on. Anyways, I walk into the room, and stop dead in my tracks, because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. A couple of the guys looked at me, and invited me to join in. I was so shocked that I don’t even remember what I said. I think I just walked straight out of that place and went somewhere else. I’ve never seen anything so insane in my entire life. I mean, they weren’t even wearing condoms, and the girl was more than willing to just lay there and take it. Anyways, ever since that night, I vowed to always find out a girl’s true nature before getting to know her too well. I mean, don’t get me wrong – I enjoy sex. But to just fuck people without any attachment or feelings is inconceivable to me. I guess I’m just a softy by nature.” Her: “Oh my God, that is disgusting. Well, I can assure you that I’m not like that.” (Here, she’s trying to qualify herself to me, which is very good).


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Me: “Yeah, I do a lot of travelling whenever I get the time, and I can tell you that the girls in Italy are crazy kinky!” Her: “Oh, you’ve been to Italy! I’m so jealous! I’ve always wanted to go there. I try to travel a lot too, but so far, I’ve only been to England and Spain, and a few states here and there. I just think it’s so important to see the world around you, not just what’s in your backyard.” Me: “Yeah, that’s true, but I like to travel because of the shot glasses.” Her: “What?” Me: “The shot glasses. I want to get a shot glass from every country and major city possible. I’ve already got over 100 from all over the place: Sydney, Portugal, Rome, Tahiti…” Just hearing about all the places I’ve collected shot glasses from has piqued her interest in me, and she tries to continue to conversation by talking about her travels. Instead, I direct the conversation by telling her that we’re on the subject of shot glasses now, and then I go into some random discussion about the largest shot glass ever made, the biggest one I’ve ever seen, and more meaningless chatter. I’m using the Give and Take Technique by selectively choosing what I reveal to her, regardless of what she wants to discuss. As a result, she’s so into me by now, and she’s hanging on to every word I’m saying. Once I’ve finished my shot-glass lecture, I shut up for once. This is a significant technique, as I’m not putting her in the position of pursuing me, and she does. Her: “So, I never even got your name.” Me: “Derek. What’s your name?” Her: “Holly. Do you want a beer?”


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Me: “Sure – whatever you got.” Notice that up until this point, I’ve never asked her a single question about herself. Everything that’s come out of my mouth has been stories which sprang off of the original question I’ve asked her. As a result of my neutral and non-sexual behavior towards her, she feels safe with me…her guard is now down. And considering that she’s trying to keep the conversation going by asking me questions, it’s now safe for me to do the same. In fact, I can’t think of a better way to get closer to her than through a cold reading. Me: “I’m sensing that you’re a very introverted person.” Her: “What are you talking about?” Me: “It’s just a feeling I have about you. You seem to have an observer’s nature. I mean, there are some people who are the life of a party, and then others are happier just sitting back and taking everything in. You don’t seem to require a lot of attention from other people; you’re very comfortable in your own skin. I bet that you’re a great person and friend, but if someone doesn’t like you, then it’s no skin off your nose. You are very confident in yourself, and rely on your own guy to make choices. You don’t need to approval of others in order to be happy.” Her: “Yeah, that sounds like me.” Me (talking about her friend): “Now your friend, on the other hand, is quite the chatter box.” Her: “Yeah, you nailed it!” Me: “I bet she can talk up a storm with almost anybody.” Her: “Yes, she does like to talk a lot.”


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Me to her friend: “If you’re really close to somebody, you’re comfortable talking to them about anything. And if someone is very important to you, you’re always there to listen and help in any way you can. Am I right?” Her friend: “Yeah, you’re right.” Me: “I understand. I’m exactly the same.” The girl I was originally picking up: “You do seem really sweet.” Me: “Oh, well then we should probably not be friends. I wouldn’t want you to change your mind about me.” I can say this, because I’ve already established myself as a prize in her eyes. In a sense, nothing I say could make her change her mind about wanting to be with me. I’m merely testing her to see how badly she wants to be qualified. Judging from what she says next, she wants it bad. Her: “You and I seem to mesh really well. And besides, I’m a tough chick…I can handle anything.” Me: “Oh really? Well, we’ll have to wait and see about that. Don’t forget that when it comes to being with me, the surprised never end.” Her (laughing): “You are nuts…and I love it!” Seduction To re-establish a feeling of rapport and trust with her, I refer back to our previous discussion about travel. She tells me about some crazy scuba-diving trip she went on in Jamaica, and I high-five her to show my approval. I hold onto her hand for a bit, and draw her into me so that we’re almost kissing…and she’s expecting it. But instead of giving in to her desire, I lean back so that my shirt rises and exposes my tummy a bit.


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You may not know this, but showing your stomach to a woman is a major turn on. Think of the way a woman excites you when she stretches and pushes out her chest. It’s the same idea. At this point, she’s slightly uncomfortable with the silence, and is determined to restart the chemistry. She begins asking me various questions about my work, family, friends, and more. Instead of answering any of them, I gaze into her eyes, lean into her, and start an entirely different conversation. Think of anything to say that’s random, such as how stale the beer tastes, and how you know of a pub downtown that has the best ale. It doesn’t really matter what you say, just as long as you keep building that sexual tension. As soon as she starts talking about whatever subject I’ve picked, I interrupt her by drawing her in close and kissing her. She gets into it really fast and starts tonguing me, but I don’t let her get away with that (yet). Instead, I just start kissing her very passionately, and suddenly, I stop. This may seem like teasing (well actually, it is teasing), but that’s good. She’s already committed herself to the kiss, and by now, she really wants it. The only difference in this situation is that I’m calling the shots, not her. In fact, it isn’t long before she tells me she wants to be alone with me, and I tease her by saying that she’s taking advantage of me. She gives me that good-girl giggle, and suggests we take it back to her apartment. I happily oblige. Getting Laid First of all, I’m a bit unhappy with the fact that we’re going to her place instead of mine, but I’ve got my techniques in place for avoiding interruptions. It isn’t long before I hit my first one…her roommate. Her roomy is awake, and Holly (my girl) is nervous about being too loud with her in the house. I jokingly tell her that her roommate is welcome to join us if she wants, to which


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Holly gets a good laugh. Instead, I wait in her bedroom while she goes to talk things out with her friend. When she comes back, she tells me her roommate is in a bitchy sort of mood, to which I reply, “Well, if you’re not comfortable being here, we can go to my place to hang. I live just around the block.” She thinks about it for a bit, and decides to come over to my pad instead. Conveniently, all the additional seating in my apartment is occupied by stacks of books, except for the couch (I planned everything before leaving that night, in case I got lucky). What’s better is the fact that I live alone, so I don’t have to worry about cock blockers coming in and ruining the mood. She takes a seat on the couch, and I offer her a choice between wine, beer, or a rum and Coke. She takes the wine. From there, we chat a little bit longer about the party, and how good it is to be out of that noisy environment. Instead of beating around the bush all night (no pun intended), I continue where we left off and start kissing her. As soon as she gets really into it, I pull back a little, only to give her a little more. Pretty soon, she can’t take it anymore, and she starts scratching my neck, and pressing her body into mine. I slowly undo the top two buttons on her shirt, and then I go back to kissing her lips, neck, ears, and back to her lips. She’s getting really excited now, and practically rips my shirt off. I take this as a clue that she’s ready to go – and we sealed the deal right there and then. From the start of that night at the party to getting laid, the entire pickup took a total of four hours. A Final Word...

The essence of a master Sonic Seducer is a man who is solid in and of himself. Life is a big game to him, and he loves to play. With or without women, he knows that he has a lot to offer others around him, and it’s for this very reason that he’s so successful with the opposite sex. As with anything in life, he makes mistakes, but he learns from them, and he never allows them to define him as an individual.


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My hope is that through SonicSeduction™, you will find the master seducer in you who is capable of getting everything he wants out of life, not just women. Dating and seduction should be approached as fun opportunities to explore other people, yourself, and your capabilities. And the sooner you find that solid core of confidence within yourself, you’ll be amazed at the results which follow. Good luck and happy seducing!

Derek Rake Private email: [email protected] Author of: How To Seduce Out Of Your League – http://www.deadlyseduction.com/index2.html The Player’s Guide To Seduce Women – http://www.theseducersguide.com/tpg1.html ZenGasms – http://www.zengasms.com/zengasms.html


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