Lay Report: Kuwaiti SDL

She wasn’t this hot.

This lay was a gift from the Gods; some times you just have to show up…

I haven’t been blogging a lot mainly because I haven’t had time since plugging back into the blue pill world. But don’t worry, I have been plugging away at the daygame and have a few tales to tell about this past bank holiday weekend. The sun shone throughout and the short shorts and skirts were out in force. On Saturday I winged with GG before meeting up for drinks with Craig Cassidy in the evening. He regaled us with some crazy stories from his world tour and I told some from my little jaunt. We did some gutter game and I idated a nice Croatian girl. I got her number at the end but it went nowhere.

I got back to the flat at around 1am and didn’t feel tired so GG and I decided to stay up all night and watch the pantomime that was Mayweather vs McGregor. We only got to bed at 6am so didn’t end up leaving the flat until gone 3pm on the Sunday.

GG opened lots of Asians in true gamma form; I did a few sets too. The highlight for me was when I opened a Brazilian mother-daughter two-set. They were walking very slowly down Oxford Street and almost all male heads were turning in their direction as they walked by. I never do two-sets but I thought, feck it, it’s only a laugh, the fact that the daughter had one of the best racks I’d seen had nothing to do with it. It went quite well and the four of us ended up going for a drink nearby. I took the daughter’s number and GG the mothers. They’ve both replied to the feeler so hopefully this story will be continued.

On Monday all my wings were out of town and I was in the mood for a solo session before meeting a Portuguese girl at 7pm for a D2, I was in good spirits. I hit the streets at around 4pm and by this point the mercury had hit 28⁰C. There were not many sets around despite the nice weather, in the first hour I opened two girls and didn’t get anything from either. At around 5.15pm I decided to take a detour off Oxford street down Argyll street. I got to the bottom of the street and saw a short Persian girl with long, thick black curly hair taking pictures of the Liberty building. She was wearing a tight navy blue t-shirt, tight denim blue jeans and a pair of trainers. She was slim but had curves in all the right places, a low 7.

As I made my way towards her she picked up the pace and starting walking very fast towards and up Regent street. By the time I caught her she was about to enter the H&M.

My opener was shit; I told her she looked like Cruella DeVil as her big thick hair was covering one of her eyes. She gave me a confused look as I carried on with my stack. I told her she looked very Persian but she sounded more American (she had interrupted my stack a couple of times). She told me she had Persian roots but lived in America for 7 years. I found out she was here alone on holiday and had just under a week left. She was in the same line of work as me; the eye contact was very sexual as we talked shop about our respective careers. It doesn’t really matter what you talk about as long as you can sub-communicate your real intentions. After a few minutes of this she said, “are you busy now? We could go for a drink?” I pulled out my phone to check the time, it was 5.30pm. My plan was to go home and freshen up at around 6pm for my date at 7pm. I put my phone back in my pocket and said, “sure, I know a place around the corner.”

I walked us to O’Neills in Carnaby street, we sat outside, I got a Guinness and she had a Heineken. We carried on the comfort fluff and I threw in some light kino, touching her hands to comment on her jewellery. She returned it instantly and was cooing at my rings. She still hadn’t told me where she was from and seemed ashamed to tell me, I kept guessing and eventually I got the right answer… Kuwait, I didn’t have that flag. She was staring into my eyes and said “I have to tell you a secret… your eyes are amazing”. Had she been reading my blog for game advice?!

I asked her what she had planned for the evening before I stopped her “I was on my way to find somewhere to watch the sunset.” I excused myself to go to the toilet. It was now around 5.50pm and I had just over an hour until my date. I had a decision to make. This girl clearly had nothing planned for the evening and seemed to be attracted to me so I decided to reschedule the Portuguese, she lives in London so there would always be another opportunity to take her out. I sent her an excuse and returned to the Kuwaiti.

We were getting to the end of our drinks when the Kuwaiti, “Would you like to go somewhere to watch the sunset?” Why yes, yes I would. We walked towards Regents Park and stopped at a shop along the way to get a bottle of wine, which she paid for. It was now around 6.30pm. We sat down, I poured the wine and we toasted “to spontaneity”, I leant in for the first kiss attempt and she was all in. I pushed her off and started the questions game. The main things I recall her telling me was that she was 30 (she looks like she’s in her early 20’s), had only ever had two relationships, was not a virgin and was born Muslim but had never been in a mosque. The kissing got more and more passionate as the wine was consumed, before long she had my jeans undone and was wanking me off in the park whilst families were walking past. She clearly wasn’t a typical Muslim girl. It was now around 8pm, I suggested we pick up some food and go back to mine. She liked this idea.

When we got back to the flat I dropped the food in the kitchen and took her straight to the bedroom. I took her top and bra off and started sucking on her large breasts, she was moaning with pleasure so I removed my jeans. I tried to get hers off but she was having none of it. She insisted on giving me a tremendous blowjob and asked that I cum all over her tits. I obliged. We got dressed and went back to the kitchen to eat the food. After this we went back to the bedroom, I played her some tunes on the guitar and we messed around a bit before I got her fully undressed, she put up more LMR saying that she doesn’t have sex on the first date. I reasoned with her that this was not any normal first date and I quoted a line word for word from Vicky, Cristina, Barcelona “Why not? Life is dull, life is full of pain and this is a chance for something special.” Before long all our clothes were off and I was inside her. This is the first time I successfully used logic to persuade a girl to have sex, or so I thought.
Afterwards I asked her when she decided that she was going to have sex, she said, “when you played the guitar.”