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.
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!”
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.
Roxy sat to my left on the couch and put her handbag to her left side so that there were no obstacles between us.
I started the questions game and her first question was “Do you have a girlfriend?”
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.
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
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.