Lay Report: 21 y/o Curly Haired Serb

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For once, I found a picture that actually looks like her.

I bagged my 51st daygame notch on the penultimate night of my latest trip to Belgrade. The pressure was mounting and it was starting to look like I wouldn’t be getting laid in my favourite city for the first time. But then I did. Here’s the story…

It was a lazy Monday afternoon; around 30 degrees Celsius and most of the pretty girls seemed to be hiding from the sun, or lapping it up elsewhere. Nick had an afternoon date so I decided I would park myself up at a coffee shop and read my book as I waited for the temperature to drop.

One moment I was reading about how Luftwaffe commander Herman Göring (off his face on morphine at the time) made a balls up of Dunkirk – essentially grabbing defeat from the jaws of victory for the Germans in WW2. The next moment my spider sense tingled. I saw a dreamy girl float by at the top of my peripheral vision. I looked up from my book to get a better look. She was short, on the limit of my nice curves/too chubby cut-off point with big hips and a narrow waist, had dark black curly hair and strong facial features, she looked almost Persian, however I didn’t get a good look at her eyes as she was wearing those stupid metallic reflective lenses.

I let her pass and went back to my book thinking nothing of it. After a couple of coffees, a protein shake and about 50 pages of my book I decided to get up and go for a stroll. I only had three days left in Belgrade and had plenty of leads and not enough time to see them all. I had a date lined up for that very evening but I was starting to suspect that she would flake as she hadn’t replied to my lunch time ping. I was still happy to open sets, but I wouldn’t be throwing myself in front of any buses.

As I ambled up Knez Mihailova towards Hotel Moskva I saw a short girl with a backpack standing in the middle of the square playing on her phone. I opened and she seemed very keen. I went to take her number and she told me that she was only 16. I took her instagram and told her “maybe next year, little lady”. She seemed disappointed.

I walked around for another 30 minutes or so not seeing anything that took my fancy. Then I saw the same girl I noticed when I was at the coffee shop. She walked by me and there was no IOI but my spider sense tingled, again. I got in front.

Excuuuuse me, I have to tell you something a little bit cheeky, I saw you back there and I thought you looked really cute – I like these big black curly locks you have, they’re very 1950’s almost like Marilyn Monroe, except black.

She moved her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose and looked me up and down with her big brown eyes before a smile broke out on her face.

Thank you, where are YOU from?

I’ll give you one guess

Look I’m really in a hurry, I like you, you seem nice, do you want my number?

Never sell past the yes, thought me. We exchanged numbers and off she went. The entire set was about thirty seconds long but I had a very good feeling about it.

As the evening progressed I still hadn’t heard from the girl I was supposed to meet that evening. I pinged Curly and she responded relatively quickly, so I thought I’d try to get her out that night. I wouldn’t normally move so fast, but I was running out of time and I knew she was keen despite the short set.

She proposed Tuesday, I already had two dates booked in so I postponed the late slot (I’d already had two dates with her and still hadn’t kissed her) and replaced her with Curly for the Tuesday night as I thought she was more on. Curly was insisting that nothing would happen but drinks and tried to grab the frame by deciding the meeting point. I responded to the first shit test humorously and conceded the frame to win the war on the second.

We arranged to meet on Tuesday at 8pm. I’d already had a couple of drinks on a time-waster date (I’ll write about this in my summary post) earlier that day so I was really hoping this one would not go the same way.

Curly was 20mins or so late but I could see she had made a hell of an effort and quickly forgave her. She had a bit more make-up on, wore a pink blouse, a black leather skirt and black high heels. Curly was a low 7, but she was trying her hardest this evening to bump herself up. I was in jeans and a t-shirt, as usual.

I walked her to a venue that was close to my apartment. It was a 10-minute walk, so I finished the rest of what would normally be my set as we walked. I told her where I was from, what I was doing in Belgrade and how long I would be staying for. She was disappointed to find out I’d be leaving in a couple of days.

I asked her if she’d like to sit inside or out, she chose the former. Curly parked herself on a couch and I sat to her left hand side. I got myself a large beer and she ordered a Krauser girl sized beer, we said “Zivelli” and she lit up a cigarette moments later. I love it when girls drink AND smoke; it massively increases the odds of a notch. We made our way through the comfort fluff and I dropped intermittent spikes throughout which she loved. I found out Curvy was 21 and lived with her older sister – her parents were divorced (YES!). She’d just finished a philosophy degree and now had no idea what she was going to do with her life.

I got a second round in, this time switching to G&T, she had a glass of wine and I ramped up the escalation with the questions game. Curvy told me how she gets approached all the time on Knez Mihailova, especially by groups of Indian men who would surround her and grope her whilst asking if she would like to go for dinner. She found my approach much more natural and liked my confidence. I didn’t tell her that it had taken me almost 4 years and over 3000 sets to get to that “natural” style.

Curly told me she only ever had one boyfriend who was also her only sexual partner. I asked her how she rated herself at kissing and she said 8.7. I told her I was a 10 and she smiled. It was now around 10:30pm and she was starting to get a little tipsy. Curly mentioned several times throughout the date that she wasn’t expecting to have this much fun on a first meeting, especially with such an old man (I was the oldest guy she’d been on a date with). I still hadn’t kissed her at this point when she told me that she had to meet her sister in an hour or so. This was my cue to pay the bill and start walking us towards my apartment. As we walked she asked where we were going…

A place around the corner with free wine and nice couches

Your place?

Yes.

OK, as long as you promise not to kill me.

I remembered I hadn’t pinged Nick to tell him we were coming back. I quickly text him “bouncing” as we were in the lift up to our floor. By the time we got inside the apartment he was still in the living room so I walked Curly to the kitchen and poured us some wine before taking her straight to my bedroom.

I put some music on and sat on a chair to take my shoes off, I told her to do the same as she sat on the couch. I moved across to sit beside her and moments later went in for the first kiss. She was all in. Unfortunately she wasn’t an 8.7 at kissing, maybe a 7 at best. I pulled away and she said…

I told you just drinks, you have not behaved like you said you would.

I said I would TRY to behave.

Moments later the clothes were off and she said the magic words – “do you have protection?”. No LMR whatsoever.

I slapped on the condom and blew my load within about 5 minutes. She didn’t seem too disappointed but the sex was pretty mediocre compared to my last girl, but I guess a notch is a notch.

During the debrief I asked her when she’d decided to have sex, she said as soon as she agreed to come up to the apartment. I ordered her the local equivalent of an uber moments later and she was out of the apartment by 23:20. I went to a bar to join Nick as he puffed on a cigar and sipped on rum to celebrate the completion of his latest book, Younger Hotter Tighter, I believe it’s called.

As I sat there sipping on the rum I couldn’t help but feel a little underwhelmed. I used to be ecstatic after a notch. Was my relentless notch count hyena finally abating? Possibly. But I think it was more to do with the fact that I don’t go to Belgrade to bang low 7’s, especially after being on multiple dates with 8’s and even a 9 (PUA adjudicated by Xants) in the same city. I guess I’ll have to go back for them.

Budapest: Final Thoughts

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Photo of random girls, somewhere, some time ago.

I was in Budapest for 8 nights recently and it was somewhat of a mixed bag…

It was a Sunday and I had just endured a horribly hungover 8 hour bus ride from Belgrade (I will do another post on that soon). However, when I stepped off the bus I was raring to go, I had the new city excitement.

I met up with the Cheshire Cat, dropped my stuff at the apartment, showered and went out for the maiden voyage at around 4pm. We caught up over some very expensive steak on Vaci street. As we sat there I saw a cute brunette glide by. I thought, no time like the present so I got up and opened her. She blew me out with a huge eye roll and a “NO THANKS!”. I wished her a nice day and went back to my table with my tail between my legs. It was a sign of things to come.

At the end of the first day, CC and I sat having a beer near our apartment. It was around 9pm and I was happy to have an early night. Then we both saw a tall girl dressed all in black walk by us with huge tits that were hanging out the side of her leotard like top – she was displaying lots of side boob and everyone was staring at her as she passed. I let her go. 10 minutes later, she walked by us again, this time in the other direction. I got a good look at her from the front and I got an instant boner. I got up, made chase and opened her down a dark street. She hooked instantly telling me how she was a historian and how she liked to show people around the city. She asked me if I’d like to go up to the castle with her and she would explain the history of the city. I agreed. She went home to freshen up, I returned to CC and finished my beer. 10 minutes later she returned. I thought the SDL was on, but it turned out to be a huge false positive. We walked around the castle grounds, I tried to kiss her multiple times and she was having none of it. I tried to bounce her to a bar, she was having none of it. At around midnight we went our separate ways and she did not respond to messages afterwards and I never saw her again. Whore.

The next three days were equally frustrating. I was averaging 15 sets a day mostly getting blow-outs and no hook-points, even off the girls I closed. The only girls that did hook had boyfriends. I honestly thought the city was trolling me. There was a steep drop in quality compared to Belgrade so getting bad responses from sub-par girls didn’t help my vibe much. But on the Wednesday afternoon things took an upswing, there were more girls on the street and the vibe in the city had changed. I started getting sticky leads and I began to relax, doing less, more calibrated sets. I got laid on the Thursday and then again on the Saturday. I liked the city all of a sudden.

Here are the numbers;

Sets Number FB/Insta Flake Date Flake idate D1 D2 D3 D4 Near Miss Lays
48 0.00% 31.25% 0.00% 0.00% 0.00% 6.25% 0.00% 0.00% 0.00% 0.00% 4.17%
8.00 0 15 0 0 0 3 0 0 0 0 2

None of the girls flaked, they all sent me responses, most of them were weak and a lot complained of being busy with exams. Interestingly, not one of the girls I opened had whatsapp, they all insisted on Instagram. This didn’t turn out to be a bad thing, if you have a good profile instagram can act as a powerful DHV.

I instagram closed just over 1 in every 3 sets, I only got 3 of these girls out on dates, thats 1 for every 5 closes and I banged two of them, that’s 1 notch for every 1.5 dates, or 1 notch per every 24 opens.

I didn’t get many, if any IOI’s in Budapest. I found that there wasn’t really any maybe girls for me, they were either no’s or yes’s. The two girls I banged clearly really liked me. One took a bit more effort to bang than the other but they were both yes girls.

Budapest as a city is a nice place to visit, there’s plenty of touristy things to do – which I didn’t do any of apart from on dates. Yes, I’m a philistine. However, I found the Hungarian people to generally be miserable bastards with no sense of humour. There were English stag-parties all over the place spamming up the vibe and the segway snakes did my bloody head in. As they wizzed by me I was always hoping for them to hit a pot hole and fall flat on their face. Unfortunately that never happened.

The nightlife is quite good, there are many bars around the Jewish quarter which makes it very conducive for bar/gutter game. I didn’t do that much of this, instead preferring to just get drunk most evenings with CC as I rued my decision to come to the city.

All things considered, I don’t think I would go back. I didn’t find there to be a high enough concentration of hot girls and it felt like the city was constantly tapping away at my vibe. Although I enjoyed my time there and had a laugh with CC, I was happy to get the bus out of there.

 

 

Lay Report: Horny Hungarian

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Add septum piercing.

Last night I bagged my 50th daygame notch and 34th flag. There was no fan fare or big boss to fight as a reward for completing another level, but it is a milestone nonetheless. It’s quite a good story though…

As mentioned in my previous lay report, the trip had been going pretty terribly up until the second half of last Wednesday. I opened this girl after spotting her in the queue ahead of me at a convenience shop. I had ploughed through almost 40 sets in Budapest since my arrival the previous Sunday up until this one good one. Let’s pick-up where I left off and fill in the blanks…

As I queued to pay I saw a really cute girl in line ahead of me. After we both made our purchases I opened her outside. She opened like a Christmas tree telling me of her love of all things Irish and how she even tried Irish dancing when she visited. I invited her out right there and then for the next evening (Thursday), she told me she’d already agreed to meet another guy for a date. Theres no way he can be as charming and handsome as me, I countered. She giggled, we exchanged Instagram’s and hopefully that will be a separate lay report of its own.

And so it is.

Sandra was just a little shorter than me and had long jet black hair tied up in a pony tail. She wore big pointy glasses and had her septum pierced. She wore a tight white t-shirt which showed off her flat mid-rif underneath a long black and white cardigan with baggy jeans that had mini-mouse stamps all over them. She looked different and I told her this when I opened her. Sandra was a solid 7.

I found out that she was a barista in a coffee shop, had been to Ireland a couple of times and was an avid Irish dancer. Sandra loved to dance, travel and drink beer, especially Guinness. It was like the Daygame Gods were rewarding me for my persistence through the previous days of hard slog. We had a lot in common and she seemed to have a good sense of humour. I was conscious that I only had a few days left in the city so I invited her out the next evening whilst I was in set. She told me that she had already agreed to meet another guy. I found it a bit strange that she would tell me this in set and it led me to believe that this girl had some R-selected traits – always a good indicator for fast sex.

The next day I sent her a photo ping and asked her how her day was. She replied a couple of hours later saying that she was really, really tired. I knew she had a date that night so I replied;

“You should get some rest tonight and I will take you for a drink at the weekend ;)”

It seemed she did just that, I had a look at her instagram story later that evening and she had put up a video of her at home watching cartoons.

We agreed to meet last night (Saturday) at 8.15pm for beers. I had had a horrible day up until that point and I wouldn’t have minded if she flaked on me. I got in the previous evening at around 2am and then was awoken at 7am the next morning by plumbers who were trying to repair the toilet in our apartment. On Friday afternoon our landlord came knocking on our door and told us we had to stop using the toilet in the flat immediately. She didn’t speak great English so she asked me to go downstairs to the coffee shop underneath with her. I thought “oh this is nice, she’s going to buy me a coffee”. She took me behind the counter of the coffee shop and opened a store room door to reveal a big hole in the roof and debris all over the floor.

Epic shit.
What remains of the toilet.

 

 

Pipes burst, flood, roof fall

Oh shit

Yes, we must replace pipes and toilet

How long will that take?

Not sure, a week, Monday earliest

Great – no toilet in the flat until the day I was due to leave. But enough about that, let’s get back to the girl.

I decided to meet her at 8:15 so that I could watch Manchester United vs. Chelsea in the FA Cup final. I watched the game and my team lost so I really wasn’t in the best of moods as I went to meet her.

I was a couple of minutes late and she was standing there waiting for me. Sandra had done her hair up into what I can only describe as a game of thrones like crown thing. I have no idea what it’s called, but it looked nice. Strangely everything else was casual, she wore a light-weight space grey hoody, a white t-shirt, baggy jeans and converse.

You look uhhm, nice – I was perplexed.

We exchanged pleasantries and I walked us to the same venue 1 that I took the previous girl to. The conversation was a bit awkward as we walked, she was very quiet and giving me one word answers so I resorted to commenting on everything that was going on around me to fill in the gaps. When we finally got to the bar it was completely dead. I got a round in and she chose the strongest beer on the menu. Good sign.

I’m glad it’s quiet in here, I’ll be able to hear you speak

Sorry I am being quiet, I’m just very nervous

Don’t worry, I’ll carry the conversation until you drink enough beer.

Sandra relaxed. We sat outside on a bench beside each other and she told me about her life in Budapest. I found out she was 24 and still had a normal family life, with mother and father still together. Her father had bought her an apartment in which she now lived alone. She told me more about her love for Irish dancing and how she won an award for being the best barista in Budapest the previous year. She told me about all her travels and I gave her some stories of my own. The conversation was finally flowing and Sandra was drinking her beer faster than me so we got another round in. Sandra also smoked a lot of cigarettes which always makes girls more likely to bang. I was pretty sure it was on.

After the second round was done I went to bounce her to the same rock bar right beside my apartment but it was packed with it being a Saturday night. I walked us to another venue 5 or so minutes away from the flat which was a fancy speakeasy. Sandra complained that the place was too fancy for her. You’ll be fine I countered.

I ordered us two old fashioned cocktails as we sat on a couch beside each other. I started the questions game and things got sexual very quickly.

What is your lucky number?

I don’t know, 7?

You’ve only had sex with 7 girls?!

Ooooooh that lucky number. I have no idea

I keep a list, mine is 14. You must have an idea.

Little did Sandra know that she was on track to be daygame notch number 50.

Well, obviously I’m older than you so my number is going to be higher. I’d estimate around 70 or 80.

This was an honest guess if I include night-game and pre-game lays. Sandra looked impressed.

How do you score yourself on a scale of 1 to 10 at kissing?

9, you?

10

I looked around the room and kept my mouth shut. Sandra re-opened;

Would you like to kiss me?

If you insist

Sandra was all in with tongue down my throat and hands clawing at my face and neck. It was definitely on.

I asked for the check and we started walking in the direction of my apartment. Sandra asked where we were going and I told her that we were going to my flat to drink wine. She did not object.

As we got into the flat I told her to take her shoes off as we entered before giving her to tour. This is where the earlier toilet story comes in to play. I showed her my room, the kitchen, the shower room and finally the toilet.

I hope you don’t need the toilet because, as you can see, we only have a hole in the ground at the moment

Hahaha, what the hell?! I actually need to pee

Uhhhhm, you can pee in the shower if you like, as long as you rinse it down afterwards.

Oh jesus

Come on, it will be a funny story for your list

Ok, ok, please get me some toilet paper and I will pee in the shower

And so she did. After this the rest was easy. No LMR whatsoever. The sex was very kinky and I banged her in more positions than I normally do. She had a great body with large breasts and a good ass for spanking and she really seemed to enjoy sex. Sandra took particular joy in sucking on my left testicle which I found strange. I asked her if she was ok because at one point she lay there for about 2 minutes with my right nut in her mouth.

I’m fine, I just like the taste of your sweaty testicles

Lovely. After this I banged her raw-dog and came 3 times, a rare feat for me. Sandra told me she wanted to go home soon after this so I walked her to her bus stop. At this point Sandra asked me to go back to hers with her as she didn’t want to sleep alone. As she asked me this I thought about my recent pumpin’ n’ dumpin’ escapades and decided that I would try to be nice to a girl after banging her for once. So I agreed. I slept in her bed and banged her again in the morning before saying my goodbyes. I told her to let me know the next time she comes to London and we can go for a drink, and you know what, I might even follow through on that.

 

 

 

 

 

Lay Report: 20 y/o Italian K girl

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Macy had shorter hair, white skin and green eyes. So nothing like this girl at all.

I arrived in Budapest on Sunday it has largely been Shitsville. That was until last night (Thursday) when I raw dogged a tight 20 year old vagina. Here’s the story….

The quality had been poor and the sets few and far between. I went out all day Monday and Tuesday to “farm” doing around 30 sets in total and only coming away with a few weak leads.

On Wednesday I woke up determined to get some solid ones. My wing, the Cheshire Cat, was taking forever to get ready on Wednesday morning so I headed out solo and told him to text me when he was finished doing his hair.

Before he joined me I had done 9 sets already, notch hyena was hungry. They were a mixture of blowouts and no hook-pointers. The only girl that did hook told me she had a boyfriend at the end of a 10 minute set. I was fuming.

When CC finally got his shit together he proceeded to lifestyle coach me.

Maaaaaate, you need to relax, take a chill pill,Breeeathe.

It helped my vibe immensely (note sarcasm). We started taking turns to open and I got another blowout, I was at tipping point. I can’t remember the last time I did 10 sets and got SFA.

I’m very aware of my own ego and sometimes I use it to spur myself on, this was one such occasion. I was walking along muttering to myself “I’m fuckin’ Roy Walker, these bang average bitches have no right to reject me, I WILL GET LAID HERE”.

We went to the shop in the University area in Kalvin square so I could buy a kefir yoghurt in an effort to heal my tormented gut. As I queued to pay I saw a really cute girl in line ahead of me. After we both made our purchases I opened her outside. She opened like a Christmas tree telling me of her love of all things Irish and how she even tried Irish dancing when she visited. I invited her out right there and then for the next evening (Thursday), she told me she’d already agreed to meet another guy for a date. Theres no way he can be as charming and handsome as me, I countered. She giggled, we exchanged Instagram’s and hopefully that will be a separate lay report of its own.

With that, my vibe had sky-rocketed from rock bottom to Uhuru summit in the space of 10 minutes. All it takes is one good set.

CC and I took a walk up towards Deak Ferenc and it was my turn to open again. I saw a cute little girl with brown frizzy hair, baggy clothes and a box full of art supplies in her arms. Just as she thought she was out of my peripheral vision she threw a sly IOI. CC and I both saw it. I wheeled around instantly and as I did so CC said something like

Shiiiiit, you bastard

I’m assuming he was jealous. Who knows.

As I got in front of her a beaming smile broke out on her face.

Excuuuuuse me, I have to tell you something a little bit cheeky… I saw you walking along and I thought you looked really cute so I had to say hi

She stood there mesmerised so I continued with the stack…

How can a little girl like you carry all this stuff? You must have strong arms.

Still mesmerised, I threw more bait out…

You have a different look, you’re definitely not Hungarian, I’d guess Italian.

Yeeeees, well I’m half Italian, half Hungarian.

HOOKITY HOOK HOOK, finally I had a live one.

Where were you born?

Italy

So you’re Italian.

She didn’t argue, where you are born is where you are from. Simples.

We chatted for 5 minutes or so as she struggled to hold up a box of spray cans under one arm and big rolls of paper under another.

I found out she was an artist and had only moved to Hungary 3 weeks ago to take up an art course which would start in June. She told me she doesn’t normally talk to strangers in the street, but she had no friends here yet so she was willing to try new things.

CHING CHING CHING.

Eventually she (let’s call her Macy) started to complain that her arms were getting tired so she had to go. We exchanged Instagram’s and off she went. I went back to CC and declared “I’ve got a good feeling about that one”.

We did a few more sets and as we did so Macy sent me a flurry of messages. We agreed to meet the next evening for beers at 8pm.

I turned up on time and she was already there waiting and speaking to her sister on the phone. Macy had put some make-up on and wore a tight white blouse which made her surprisingly large boobs pop out, a black leather jacket and tight blue jeans. Her arse looked amazing and I was pleasantly surprised by her figure as she hid it underneath baggy clothes the previous day. Macy was a solid to high 7.

As I said hello she hung up the phone to her sister. We exchanged pleasantries and I started walking her to a bar close to my apartment.

We had one beer in the first venue as we got through all the comfort fluff. I found out she was only 20 years old and I was the oldest guy she’d ever met with. Macy told me that all her family were back in Italy and she was living with her grandmother in Budapest. I asked if she had a curfew, she said no. She told me this was the first time she’d ever met a stranger for a date, we talked about music and she seemed to like everything I did. We talked about extreme sports and she seemed to like everything I did. We talked about food, she told me that she made the best pizza and would make it for me one day. I told her that it wasn’t going to work out between us as I don’t eat pizza. She looked disappointed. She was gazing deeply into my eyes and her whole body did a little spasm every time I touched her and she was giggling at almost everything I said, I’m really not that funny. I knew it was on.

I bounced her to the next bar which was a rock bar with couches and also coincidentally right beside my apartment. I got another round in, we grabbed a couch and I started the questions game. We both drank the beers very slowly (I was still hungover from the previous night, and she’s a tiny girl) and I slowly ramped up the escalation.

I found out she’d only ever had sex with one man and that man was her only ever boyfriend. She’d never been a proper date. She’d never tried online dating. Her favourite body part was her eyes. When I asked her what type of guys she liked, she said they need to be loyal and trustworthy. All very K answers.

I pulled her in for the kiss and she pulled her head away and grabbed my arm digging her nails in whilst moaning in pleasure and pulling me into her.

That’s fine, I’ll only try to kiss you 5 more times.

She didn’t giggle but she looked at me with eyes that I interpreted as “take me home and fuck me now”.

I decided to de-escalate by asking her how tall she was, she said 168cm… I protested that that was not possible, she was at least a full head shorter than me. I got her to stand up and told her her real height, 155cm. After doing so I pulled her in again for the kiss whilst we were still standing. She didn’t pull away this time but just kept her face there totally still whilst digging her nails into both of my fore-arms. It was time to bounce.

I live close to here, let’s go up for one more drink and we can listen to some better rock music. If you feel uncomfortable you can leave whenever you want.

She hesitated before saying…

Ok, but I drink water, no more alcohol.

I told her to take her shoes off as we entered and gave her the tour. She took a seat at the kitchen table whilst I got myself a beer and poured her some water.

I moved us to the bedroom and onto the bed where it would be more comfortable to watch youtube videos on my laptop. We kissed and she lay there completely still.

Are you ok?

Um, I’m just really scared, I’ve never done this

You’re a virgin?

No I mean with a stranger and on the first night

I understand

I rolled off and played some more videos on youtube for 15mins or so before escalating again. This time I got some proper kissing and she started getting into it, biting my lip and digging her nails into my neck before freezing again and saying that it was too soon.

I rolled off again and played more videos before escalating again, this time getting her top off. This process would repeat another 4 or so times until I eventually got her completely naked to reveal a fantastic little body. I was fingering her vigorously from behind as she lay in the foetus position, she was moaning quite loudly and was now sopping wet. After about 90 minutes of LMR I finally slid my dick in raw dog and banged her for about two mins before blowing my load all over her back. Two minutes in heaven is better than one minute in heaven.

She lay there cooing and giggling as I tickled her whilst she lay on top of me. I went out for a cigarette in the hope that she would put her clothes on and want to leave by the time I returned. When I got back she was still fully naked on top of the bed. Clearly two minutes in heaven was not enough for Macy.

I asked her the post sex questions whilst my semen regenerated. She didn’t decide when to have sex with me “it just happened” and she hadn’t had sex in over a year.

A few minutes later we went at it again and this time I lasted an entire 5 minutes. I always cum a lot quicker when they have hot little bodies and are a bit kinky. At around 2am she ordered her own taxi and was on her way back to her grandmothers.

Macy definitely wasn’t an R-girl. This was a rare instance of a K-girl stepping out in a new environment and dipping her toe in the water to see what it’s like. I have no doubt that she will be boyfriended up very quickly because she is a sweet little girl with a smoking hot body.

Macy was my third notch in just under 3 weeks since setting of on my travels. My daygame only tally now stands at 49. One more and I will gladly accept my membership to the mPUA hall of fame.

Lay Report: A Columbian Latina in EE

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Kind like this, except with a smaller waist and covered in tattoos and piercings

After a tricky start to my time in this city, normal service is starting to resume. I have a phone full of leads and not enough time to take them all out. I banged one of those leads on the first date last night. Here’s the story…

Last Saturday, around 6pm I was sipping on a gin and tonic whilst fishing with Mr S (a fellow Irishman and infrequent poster on City daygame) who had just arrived the previous evening. I still wasn’t back to 100% and was only opening 4 or 5 sets a day, I’d also just had my first notch so the hunger wasn’t quite there. As we sat there discussing the pros and cons of having Jose Mourinho as boss at United we both clock a real outlier passing by our table.

Valeria was fairly short with long brown curly hair. She was wearing a white t-shirt and big baggy hippy style pants (they were horrible). Both her arms were covered in dense tattoos and both of her lips were pierced. She was walking very slowly down the street as if she were floating. Mr S turned to me;

Roy, ye haaaf ta do dat one

Meeeeh, but she’s not even that hot (she’s a high 6 at best)

I knooooow, but ye just haaaff ta

Having been convinced my Mr S’s fool-proof argument, I got up and made chase.

Valeria had a loud American accent, however, it wasn’t the annoying nasally type, it was still quite pleasant. She was born in Colombia (this would be another new flag for me) hence the more exotic look, but her father was Serbian and they moved here when she was young. The set was going very smoothly until she pointed at my t-shirt and started laughing….

OH MY GOD, is that Donald Trump on your T-shirt

Yes, it is. Top marks for observation

Are you kidding me? You know I’m a feminist right?

My mother told me there are three things you should never speak to a woman about – Politics, religion and ex-boyfriends.

Well, I love to talk about politics and religion!

Good for you. But let’s save that for another time.

Having recovered the set I moved towards the number close and one of her male orbiter friends she was about to meet introduced himself to me. I quickly said hi to him before giving Valeria my phone so she could tap her number in.

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More Roy Walker Text Game Mastery.

I met her at 8pm on Monday at the place where everyone meets in this city. She looked prettier having put on some make-up. Valeria had also put on some tight pants which showed off her rather large botswana.

We exchanged pleasantries before I told her I was taking her to an Irish bar. She told me that she doesn’t drink beer. I said fine, drink wine then. She doesn’t drink that either. Ok, drink Gin. She said, “Yes, I can drink that”.

We sat outside and went through the comfort fluff whilst sipping on G&T’s. She was actually a really interesting girl. Valeria told me how she is 21 and studying two degrees concurrently and how she is also a power lifter – should would be competing later in the year. The power-lifting combined with a mix of Columbian and Serbian genes would surely guarantee a fantastic backside thought me. She told me about what it was like to grow up in Columbia and then spend her teenage years in Serbia. I was having fun so we ordered another round of G&T’s. We drank those pretty quickly as we both smoked away at my cigarretes.

I told her I wanted to take her to another place and she had no hesitations. I paid the cheque and walked her to a quieter place at the end of the same road. We sat upstairs on a couch. I made sure that she sat on my left side to make the giant cold sore on the right corner of my mouth less obvious. She didn’t mention it once.

We ordered another round and I started escalating. I didn’t feel the need for the questions game because this girl had quite a strong frame and the conversation was pretty free flowing and getting more and more sexual anyway.

As we were half way through the drinks I told her I needed to go to the bathroom. As I got up I said;

I’m going to go to the toilet now, when I come back I’m going to try to kiss you. You will probably push me a way and that’s perfectly fine. But I’ll keep trying until you kiss me. 

Valeria broke out in a huge smile but looked at me as if to say “wow, this guy is not shy”.

As I came back from the toilet she got up to go to the ladies. I sat on the couch playing on my phone. When she came back she pounced on me, grabbing my face and pulling me in for the kiss. I tried my hardest to only use the left side of my mouth, but it was difficult as she was quite an aggressive girl.

I pushed her off and we resumed talking about the male/female mating strategies. This girl understood r/k theory and was saying things to me that I would normally say to girls on dates. It all felt a bit surreal and I told her this. She told me more about her fucked up child hood. Her father left when she was two and her mother used to and still does beat her. At this point I knew it was in the bag.

We finished the drinks and I told her we should go.

Is this the part where you invite me back to your place?

Wow, wow young lady. I’m not that easy. But you can come back if you insist.

I paid the cheque and walked her straight to the apartment. I gave her a little tour of the flat and she was very impressed. She sat on the couch in the living room as I got myself a beer from the fridge and poured her some water. I put on some music and minutes later all our clothes were on the floor. I quite enjoyed banging her doggy whilst spanking her big Columbian ass. It was a sight to behold.

 

I didn’t last very long the first time, so 20 minutes or so we went at it again. This girl was actually fun to bang but I probably won’t see her again. She was angling to stay over but I told her I don’t sleep very well with another girl in the bed. Soon after this she ordered herself an uber and off she went into the night. I just hope I haven’t given her herpes.

Lay Report: Croatian Rock Chick

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Roxy had much bigger breasts and whiter skin. 

I’m back in one of my favourite daygame destinations and I’m finding it tough. I won’t reveal the precise location as there are “doxers” at the gate with nothing better to do than hate on other men.

I’ve been hit with three consecutive ailments since my arrival, first a vicious bout of diarrhoea which significantly depleted my vibe for a couple days. The next day I awoke with a blocked left ear passage and now I have a big cold sore on my mouth. I’ve been completely ignoring Krauser’s advice on how to culminate and nurture vibe and I am paying the price, for this I blame Xants, nothing to do with me, I’m the victim here. However, I swatted these obstacles aside to bag my first notch of the jaunt on the 5th night. Here’s the story…

Having arrived in our apartment in the late afternoon, Xants and I dropped our bags, had a quick spray of the smelly stuff and hit the streets. Xants was chomping at the bit and wasted no time in doing the first set. As we walked away from the main strip towards a popular meeting point Xants said “There’s one over there if you want it”. This is why he is such a good wing. We have a strict system where we take turns doing sets, if it’s your turn and you don’t want it, your wing is free to do it. I only saw her from behind and she was walking away from us at quite a pace, but it looked good enough, I would indeed take my turn.

Roxy was quite tall at just a couple of centimetres shorter than me, she had long black hair almost down to her bum, was dressed from head to toe in tight black clothes including a big leather choker with metal studs around her neck and wore dark purple lip stick.

I got in front and I knew I had hook point before I even opened. She planted herself as I reeled off some gibberish. I can’t actually remember what I said, probably something along the lines of her being a spy on her way to complete a secret mission, bla bla. It didn’t matter, it was all in the sub-com.

Her eye contact was strong and she had a good look at me up and down. It turned out she was a lot sweeter than she appeared, she lived in a village with her parents that was two bus rides away and she came to the city for work every day. Roxy loved her rock n’ roll music so I regaled her with my failed attempt to be a rock star (Yes, I was actually in a real band, with real band mates and real punters and everything), I could see the wheels spinning in her eyes. She was attracted.

We exchanged numbers and off she went on her two buses back to the village.

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Roy Walker Text Game Mastery. 

As mentioned, I knew it was on, so no mad text skillz required. I pinged her a couple of times between the Sunday and Thursday just to keep it alive.

We arranged to meet at 6pm on Thursday. I got there 5 minutes early and she was already standing there waiting. She looked slightly hotter than when I had opened her as she put on a bit more make-up. Roxy was a solid 7.

We exchanged pleasantries before I asked her if she liked beer. “It’s my favourite drink!”

Green Flag

I walked us to a nearby craft beer bar. I got the drinks in and we sat outside on the balcony. It was a warm but windy day. I took her through the comfort fluff and found out that she was actually born in Croatia and moved here when she was a child. My eyes lit up at the prospect of capturing a new flag. Soon Roxy started to complain that the wind was blowing her hair everywhere. We moved inside.

I pointed at some stools by the bar, she said no and pointed to a couch in a dark corner.

Green Flag

Roxy sat to my left on the couch and put her handbag to her left side so that there were no obstacles between us.

Green Flag

I started the questions game and her first question was “Do you have a girlfriend?”

Green Flag

It was on. The waiter brought us another round of beers as I chain smoked on cigarettes – she didn’t smoke, however, she insisted that I should smoke if I wanted to.

Green Flag

I asked her if she had to rate herself on a scale of 1 to 10, how would she score herself at kissing. “Eight!” she proudly declared and asked me the same question back. “I’m a 10” said me. She leaned in slightly and looked deep into my eyes as she waited for the kiss. I looked around the room, said “I like it in here” before having another swig of beer.

I put the beer down, put my hand behind her neck and pulled her in for the kiss. She was all in, kissing with heavy tongue and rubbing her hands all over me. I’m pretty sure I could have banged her there and then but I thought it was probably best not to.

I drank the rest of my beer and she was taking long with hers so I drank that too.

Let’s go for a walk

Ok, that’s a good idea

I walked her straight to my apartment which was 5 minutes away. We got to the front door.

I live here, would you like to come up for one more drink?

Oh OK, why not

Green Flag

We got inside and I gave her a little tour of the apartment. Xants was in his bedroom getting ready to go out. I told her that we should go to the bedroom as my flat mate was in. No objections on her side.

She sat on the end of my bed as I went to the fridge to get us a couple of beers.

I came back and put the laptop on to play some music. The first song I chose was Metallica – Enter sandman. By the time the song finished my penis had entered her, absolutely no LMR. She had an amazing body – big breasts, big ass and a small waist.

It was now around 8:30pm and I was pretty keen to get rid of her having already blown my load. Roxy told me that her next bus back to the village wasn’t until 9:30. FFS, I had to entertain her for another hour.

I never thought that I would see the day that I would bang a girl with a porn star body and then try to get rid of her as quickly as possible, but I have. I lost all interest in this girl as soon as I banged her and it makes me slightly concerned if I will ever be able to settle down with one girl.

I played her some trigger happy TV on youtube to try and kill time – Roxy looked at the screen with a confused expression on her face as I giggled away. Soon she started pawing at me and trying to kiss me. I sighed before slapping on another condom and banging her again – it was nowhere near as satisfying.

Soon after this I walked Roxy to her bus stop before joining Xants in a restaurant for some late dinner.

As you can see from all the green flags along the way, this was a total yes girl. They don’t come along often, especially in this city. But when they do all you have to do is show up and lead, lead, lead.