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Like this, except longer black hair… and hotter

This is a long story [1] about another crazy girl. I like these types of girls because they are typically a great lay, but as I found out with this girl and others in the past, it’s not always as a simple as that…

It was Saturday evening and my second full day in Hong Kong. Things were going OK but I wouldn’t go as far to say that I was enjoying myself. I’d done 6 sets so far that day in 4 hours, despite what felt like a billion people on the street, I really struggled to find girls I would bang, never mind ones that I was attracted to.

I was standing in the square outside the World Trade Centre in Causeway bay feeling quite dejected. I’d been texting Xants earlier in the day berating myself for having come to HK in the full knowledge that I don’t like Asian girls. He said the following…

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Words of encouragement from Xants

It spurred me on and he ended up being more or less right. I looked up from my phone and spotted a relatively tall Asian girl with jet black hair, pale white skin, black eye make-up, red lipstick, a black leather jacket, black skirt, black tights and long black boots walking quickly in my direction. She was hot, a comfortable 7, perhaps even an 8. She didn’t recognise my existence but it’s easily the hottest girl I’d seen so far in HK so I had to go for it.

Set – Saturday 16 December

Excuuuuuse me

Yes?

I hope you speak English

Yes a little

Well, I saw you running towards me and I thought you looked very pretty, however, you look very mysterious in all this black, are you on your way to rob a bank or something?

She hooks and starts to guess where I am from. Then her phone starts ringing. She answers and I stand there like a tool for a minute or so. Once the call is finished she apologises to me and says she is late to meet her friends for dinner. At this point 3 girls arrive from behind me to greet her. I notice straight away that all of them are pretty hot. I greet them all quickly and my set, lets call her Ellen, tells me that these are all her colleagues and that they were leaving now.

I turned to Ellen and said “enjoy your dinner, lets get a drink another time”.

All three of her friends were watching, she didn’t look at them before saying “yeah sure.” I typed her number in and we went our separate ways. I heard one of her friends say “WOW that was cool” to her as we departed. The entire interaction lasted around 3 minutes, I didn’t know anything about her and she didn’t know much about me. I didn’t expect it to go anywhere, however I recognised a glimmer of hope when I looked at her whatsapp profile status, it said “I’m a fuck up”.

Texting

I text her at around 11pm that evening and she replied within minutes. The next morning I pinged her a picture of my breakfast (I’d managed to find a place that sold Omelettes) and she sent me one back of her walking her dog. She seemed keen. After a couple of back fourths I invited her out that night. She agreed to meet me at 7pm in Causeway Bay.

D2 – Sunday 17 December

She was a few minutes early and I was a couple of minutes late. She was dressed all in black again but her lips were noticeably shinier than when I met her and her eyes had more make-up on them. Ellen had made an effort.

I took her to the ToTT bar on the 34th floor of the Excelsior building, this is a much more extravagant venue than I would normally take a girl to, but I wanted to see the view. We sat opposite each other at a small table, and we went through the comfort fluff. She drunk Whiskey straight and I had a beer. I asked her what she did for a living;

I’m a Tee wee host

What?

Pwesenting on the tee wee

Aaaaah TV, you mean Tele-V-ision host

Yes

This explained her above average looks and why her friends were also hot. I asked her if she was famous and she said that she usually gets recognised once a day (every time I met her after this, at least one person, always male, would come over to her and ask for a selfie). We carried on chatting and I found out that she was 10 years my junior, 23. She had no brothers or sisters and had lived in HK all her life.

After the drink I suggested we go somewhere else, she said ok as long as she could have a cigarette first. We go outside the venue and as we’re having a smoke I ask her if she still lives with her parents;

No, I haven’t seen my parents in a long time. My father used to beat me so I don’t see him anymore; my mother hates me because of this. I think she is actually crazy because she blames me for ruining her life.

oh shit, I’m sorry to hear that

So I’m living with my ex-boyfriend

That’s a bit weird

We only broke up a week ago

So my timing was good then

My former chode self would have felt sorry for her at this point and gave her a shoulder to cry on, but as she was bearing the contents of her soul to me I was celebrating inside like I’d just won the lottery. Game has turned me into a sick fuck.

Next I walked us to a venue closer to my place called the Metropolitan, we sat beside each other on a couch and I started the questions game. She immediately complained saying that she is terrible at asking about other people. I asked her if that’s because she only cares about herself and she said no, it is rude in her culture to ask a lot of questions to people that you don’t know.

We asked each other a few questions but soon reverted to normal conversation, she was a very chatty and funny girl. It was now after 9.30pm and I realised that I’d got caught in comfort, I was enjoying talking to her too much and not escalating.

I started playing with her hair and commenting on its length, smell, colour and thickness. I started massaging her neck with my left hand and asked about the tattoo she had just behind her ear. She went into a long story, I sighed and placed my right hand on her thigh;

Geez, you talk a lot don’t you?

I like talking to you

That’s nice, but where is the off button?

It’s in a hidden place

I pulled her in and kissed her on the lips, she didn’t reciprocate but didn’t pull away. I pulled away first and she started to have a little melt down;

Wow, I never do this on a first meeting, especially not in public, normally it takes many dates and I have never kissed a Western man, my friends think I am crazy for agreeing to meet you, they warned me not to come

This is not a normal situation; I am only here for a few more days, so let’s just enjoy it

She mentioned that she was hungry and asked if I wanted to try some of the Hong Kong style street food. Unfortunately the place that she took us was on the other side of town from my apartment. As we were walking further and further away we passed 3 other street food places. I tried to get her to go to one of those but she insisted that the one she had in mind was the best in HK.

There was a guy on the street cooking some weird looking food, she spoke to him in Cantonese and ordered a selection of things before we took a seat inside a grubby little restaurant. The lighting was very bright, the tables were dirty, it stunk of fish and there were loud kids everywhere. Excellent seduction location it was not.

The food soon arrived and it looked and tasted revolting. She munched on pork blood and noodles while she ordered pig ovaries for me; it definitely wasn’t a Muslim establishment.

We finished the food and had another cigarette outside. I suggested we go back to mine for a nightcap. She didn’t answer me, so when we finished the cigarettes I walked us back in the direction of my apartment. It was almost a 20-minute walk away. I did my best to talk as much crap as I could until we got to my front door. I opened up and in she came without any hesitation.

I made a big thing about giving her a tour of my massive apartment. It was tiny, there was barely space to walk around the bed and the shower was above the toilet. I poured us both a drink and soon she got a message from her work saying that she needed to be on set at 7am for filming, it was now after midnight. I made a feeble attempt to escalate fast. We lay on the bed beside each other and kissed with tongue. She still had most of her clothes on including 4 upper layers. I didn’t even try to take them off as she said she had to leave and I was pretty sure that I would be seeing her again. In hindsight I should have tried to escalate, as she hadn’t resisted anything up to this point.

D3 – Tuesday 19 December

I had a date with another girl lined up at 7pm (see period girl post). Ellen messaged me about 30mins before I was due to meet period girl asking if I would like to go for dinner that night. I told her that I would let her know shortly. Period girl had already flaked the previous night so it was only 50/50 whether she was going to turn up tonight. At 7.14pm period girl messaged me saying that she still had her period. What a stupid bitch.

I met Ellen at Causeway bay metro. We got the MTR to Mong kok station and she took me to a restaurant that is very popular with the locals. It was ridiculously cheap, less than a pound a beer and the main courses were about £5 and really tasty.

After that we walked around a tempest buddha market place before I took us to a Japanese whiskey bar near my place. We sat at the bar and I ordered us two of the most expensive whiskeys on the menu, not because I was trying to show off, I just wanted to taste them. £100 later and after some pretty flat conversation we left the bar. We stood outside and had a cigarette. It was close to midnight, I suggested we go back to my place for a nightcap and she said no, “I have to go home and walk my dog”. Fine.

As I walked with her back to the metro station I knew I had to lift the vibe, I gave her a piggyback as we walked through the busy metro station. Everyone was staring and she was giggling her head off before begging to be put down. Ellen spoke about how this whole situation was very strange for her. She told me that when Hongkongese girls see other girls with Western men they laugh at them and think that they are sluts. I asked her if she really cared what other people think; “You don’t understand, it’s a different culture here”. At this point I was not confident of the notch, although she had “daddy issues” and a very messed up childhood, she still SEEMED like a sweet, innocent girl and had told me that she had only slept with 2 men in her life.

We agreed to meet the next day at 4pm to go up Victoria Peak, a very popular tourist location with panoramic views of the city. It had gotten to around 2pm and I still hadn’t heard from her. I thought the bubble might have burst on the previous date as the vibe was pretty flat, but at around 3.30pm she text to confirm the meet.

D4 – Wednesday 20 December

We met up at around 4.30pm and got a taxi to the top of Victoria peak, I took a lot of photos and we took some selfies together. It was a very couply vibe and I could sense that she was getting attached. Everything I said, she laughed at and every time I touched her she would squeeze my hand or touch me back.

After this we got a cab back down to the Soho area, we had a drink in a bar before going to a Japanese BBQ that was highly recommended to me by Seven. We sat beside each other on a couch and I ordered all you can drink beer as well as a selection of meats to share and as each dish came out we laughed and joked, I was really enjoying my time with this girl. She would speak to the waiter in Chinese/Hongkongese and although I didn’t know what they were saying and I didn’t feel like I had the frame, I thought it was fucking cool. In my head I was thinking, “I have a local tour guide, not only is she hot, but she’s a local celebrity and likes me. I came to a big city alone and met a woman of this calibre, Daygame is great”.

After dinner we got the metro back to my area and went to my apartment where we drank vodka and smoked cigarettes out of the tiny window. I was feeling tipsy now; I’d had at least 5 beers and the vodka. Ellen began asking about my past relationships and how many lovers I’d had. I told her “probably a lot more than you, but I am 10 years older than you”.

She told me that her first relationship was with a girl when she was 16, they were together for two years. I asked why her first relationship was with a girl and she blamed her father. He used to pull her top down and grab her boobs when she was 15, he wanted to have sex with her. She was scared of men after this and decided that it was safer for her to avoid them altogether.

She then told me that she hadn’t been totally honest, she had one other lover, a 42 year old man whilst she was still with her ex. She used to work in a whiskey bar, this guy would come in with all his friends and never talk. All his friends would laugh and joke with her and he would just be quiet. Inside I was thinking “this guy sounds like he’s running my game”. She quit that job and he called her, (she doesn’t know how he got her number) and they went for lots of “lunches” before she eventually fucked him while she was still with her boyfriend. This girl was promiscuous and it was at this point that I knew I had to go for it.

We kissed and I went for her crotch over the top of her tights, she did not resist. Soon after this all of our clothes were off and then I noticed something was a bit strange, something that had never happened to me with a new girl before. I WASN’T HARD!!!!

It took her a little while to notice as I carried on fooling around with her. But eventually she noticed and asked if it was her fault. I said most definitely not. She had a fantastic body, big hips, small waist, no body hair and long legs. Her breasts weren’t the biggest but I didn’t mind. I really wanted to bang her but my dick was not so keen. Then I started to wonder if my dislike for Asian girls went deeper than I realised. As I’m ruminating on this she started sucking me off and minutes later normal service was resumed. PHEW! The sex was wild, biting scratching and she liked to moan. It was my penultimate night in Hong Kong and I had banged the hottest girl I opened, the relief was immense.

As we lay there I asked her the usual questions. She said she would have had sex earlier but she was on her period. Soon afterwards she got dressed and I ordered her an uber home.

We hung out the next evening, which was my last in Hong Kong. I passed up a date with an airhostess and an opportunity to complete a hatrick of notches to spend the night with Ellen. I am CLEARLY beyond game.

 

[1] – feedback is much appreciated – let me know if you think this post rambles on too much.

 

 

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9 thoughts on “Lay Report: Leggy Local Celeb

  1. One thing I gotta learn to do better (or maybe not, who knows, hasn’t really hurt me so far) is empathy.

    Your “oh shit, I’m sorry to hear that” made me laugh because it’s only a marginal step up from what I’m capable of. My default is something like a muttered “that sucks” with utter indifference… lmao

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  2. I think it doesn’t ramble on too much, it’s actually one of your most balanced post in term of story-telling.
    How did you end up in Hong-Kong btw? Was it a proper daygame trip or you had other reasons?

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