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She looked like this, if a bit less slutty
This was not a daygame notch. It was my 6th “nightgame” notch of the year. When I say nightgame I mean I got half pissed and went over to talk to some girls in a bar. That’s 16 from daygame and 6 from nightgame in 2016 so far. Anyway, here’s the story…

It was the Eve of Donald Trumps spectacular win in the US election. I’d been out daygaming with Vaughn and it was what would turn out to a be a typical November session. No great shakes, I picked up a couple of numbers both of which have since flaked.

We decided to go for a few beers after the session and Rambo made a rare appearance to join us.

The three of us were sitting discussing how great it would be if Trump won, I don’t think any of us actually thought he would, the system wouldn’t let him. Anyway, this isn’t a political blog, I’ll leave that to the guys who know what they’re talking about.

As we sat there a fat, spectacled English girl was sat a table nearby us along with an Asian chode. She was clearly the alpha between the two, she was gloating about how she was a fantastic engineer who designed kids toys and how her little Asian man servant did everything for her, including going to the bar to get drinks in.

She kept chirping into our conversations and was shocked when we told her we were all Trump supporters. We calmly explained why and she couldn’t really explain why she was against him apart from Racism/Sexist blah blah. She was an idiot, but she kept offering to buy us rounds of shots which we dutifully accepted. All three of us proceeded to troll her for the rest of the evening without her ever really getting what was going on. It was fun.

The fatty and her Asian chode eventually departed and we walked around the bar opening a few more sets and not really getting anywhere.

Before we went to leave I opened a two-set sat nearby. I was a bit pissed by now so my recollection is a bit fuzzy. I remember talking to her and her friend, she was a brunette from France, she had big dark brown racoon eyes and  I teased her on this. Her friend was a short haired lesbian who seemed to be egging me on. I talked with the both of them for a few minutes before making my exit, it was a school night, getting quite late and I’d already had quite a bit to drink. I took the Raccoons number before I made my departure.

I was quite hungover the next day at work, but Trump had won so I didn’t care. I sent my pings to the two girls I closed from daygame (both replied before fizzling out) then I remembered I got another number in the bar. I looked her up on whatsapp and she didn’t have a profile picture, damnit! I couldn’t really remember what she looked like, but I thought to myself ‘if i chatted her up, she must be hot, right?’.

I sent the ping and she enthusiastically responded. I eventually got her out last night. I told her to meet me at Old Street station. I turned up, still unsure what she looked like. What’s the worst that can happen? My plan was to have one drink with her, if she wasn’t hot I’d make my excuses and leave.

I turned up at the station and she was there waiting, I instantly recognised her and to my relief she was actually quite hot. She was wearing tight jeans showing off quite a big juicy ass, a tight grey top accentuating her quite large breasts (at least D cups) and a long overcoat. She looked to be in her late 20’s and she was very bubbly. She was a low 7, if she was younger, she would be a high 7.

I bounced her to Grind which is a hipster coffee shop/bar in Old Street. We sat in the glass window on the stools and had one drink.  The conversation was already getting sexual and she was accepting all my “accidental” kino. I bounced her to another bar round corner and sat beside her on a couch. I kissed her and she didn’t seem to mind that we were in a busy place, kissing me with full tongue in front of everyone. It was on.

As we finished up the drinks I suggested we go back to mine and drink wine. She said she didn’t drink wine. OK, we can go to the shop and pick-up something else. We went to the shop and she got a few beers.

When we got back to my apartment I showed her around and we had a smoke on the balcony. As soon as the cigarettes were done she was all over me. I picked her up and took her to the bedroom and before long all our clothes were off and I was raw-dogging her. There was no massage pretence from me, no LMR from her, she’d come to fuck and it was all plain sailing from start to finish.

We fucked 4 or 5 times throughout the night, she was wild and clearly enjoyed fucking. It got to around 3am and she was insisting on getting a cab home, as she went to put her clothes on I could see both her ass cheeks were bruised quite badly. I didn’t realise I was spanking her that hard but she did not complain once. One thing that has genuinely surprised me as my notch count rises and rises is how dirty girls are willing to be in the bedroom, they all love to be dominated, except maybe my Serbian notch who overtly asked me to be more gentle.

I woke up the next morning to find my room in a mess, beer was spilled all over the floor and clothes were scattered everywhere. The racoon left a top and her jacket, so I’ll probably have to fuck her again. It’s a tough life.

 

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7 thoughts on “Lay Report: French Racoon

  1. >> I turned up, still unsure what she looked like. What’s the worst that can happen? My plan was to have one drink with her, if she wasn’t hot I’d make my excuses and leave.

    Almost every time I meet a girl I think I won’t be able to recognize her, and/or I think “is that her?!!” two or three times before it actually is her. It’s never a problem, but I always expect it to be.

    Nice stats this year, man. I’d be very curious to hear a before/after 2016 post… what you learned this year. That’s a tremendous amount of experience. You are accumulating rare knowledge.

    *clap clap clap*

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