Date Report: Crushing a Slavic Princess

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This is actually quite close.

I didn’t get laid, but this was one of my more memorable dates. Lena was definitely not a yes girl and called for a dust down of all the weapons in the Walker War chest. At the beginning of the date she was a stroppy entitled little princess and at the end she was like a puppy dog bending to her masters every will. Here’s how I did it…

I opened her a few Saturdays ago in London. It was an odd day in that I did 9 sets (almost double my usual haul this year) and had only closed one (a third of my usual). That’s daygame – completely random in microcosm, but it evens out over the macrocosm of the year giving you a fair reflection of where your game is at.

The set itself was nothing special. She had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, was around 165 cm tall and had a great body – slim with hour glass curves – very slavic looking. I told her she must be Russian and she said she was. I pressed further to find out she was actually from Latvia. Apparently a lot of people from Latvia, Lithuania, Ukraine and the surrounds all consider themselves Russian. Whatever. Lena was a lawyer and in her mid-twenties who had been living in London for 7 years. I took her number and we went our separate ways.

The texting was lazy on my part, and yes, I used lots of emoticons, feel free to report me to the PUA adjudication police.

Lena told me she was busy so I rolled off for two weeks and it was pretty easy to set up the date after that. I got her out last night – Friday at 19:30. She turned up 25 minutes late but text ahead telling me she wouldn’t be on time. When she arrived at the meeting point she looked very hot. Navy blue high heels, tight blue almost spray-on nylon pants, a white blouse which revealed a small amount a cleavage and a black leather jacket. Her make-up was modest with a little bit of lipstick and she had done her hair, it was long almost touching her ass. Lena was a high 7 but tonight she’d dolled herself up to look like an 8.

We greeted, I told her she looked nice and then walked her in the direction of my usual first venue. Then it started.

How was your trip?

It was great thanks.

Come on I want more information, what did you do, where did you go, why did you go there?

Have you ever heard of a stag do? – she looked confused.

Why are you talking about that? just tell me what happened.

I’m getting to that, this is part of the explanation.

I knew most slavic girls have never heard of a stag do. As I tried to explain to her what it was she would repeatedly cut me off. This all happened on the five minute walk to the first venue. I was getting irritated. I smashed through my story all the while motioning for her to shut up by hushing her mouth with my index finger. I had a princess on my hands, but she was hot so I decided to persevere. For now.

The first venue I usually take them to was closed, so I walked her to a nearby restaurant and we each had a glass of wine on stools at the bar.

I attempted to go through the comfort fluff, but she kept pressing me asking what I did in Riga. I told her that was boring and I wanted to know about her. I changed the subject and every time I’d ask her a question she would give me one word answers then flip it back on to me. I’d start answering and just as I’d get into my answer she would interrupt telling me I took too long to answer.

Are you in a hurry or something?

No, you can just be more to the point.

I changed the topic.

I like your hair, what’s the longest it’s ever been? – She pointed to beneath her ass and I touched the same area.

Here?! Really? That’s great, I love long hair.

Why don’t you have long hair then?

I’m a man, men should have short hair.

But your hair isn’t short.

I have a number one back and sides (almost as short as you can get). I still couldn’t figure out if this girl was socially retarded or shit-testing me on purpose.

I ploughed on…

Your accent is weird, it’s a strange mix of Russian and Queens English. I like it.

No, my accent is foreign it’s not English.

Well my ears tell me otherwise. My Irish accent has also changed since I left home, whenever I go back my family tell me I sound like a foreigner.

No, you sound as Irish as can be.

I was getting frustrated and fast, everything I said she would either cut me off or disagree for no rhyme or reason. I sighed, took a big sip of my wine and leaned back into my high stool (the stools had backs). I switched off, I believe they call this a vacuum. After around twenty seconds she bit…

What’s wrong?

I sat up and stared her dead on in the eyes…

Well you’re not very good at this, are you?

Good at what?

Having a conversation.

What do you mean?

Well the key to a good conversation is; one person speaks, the other one listens and responds when the first person stops speaking.

I disagree, I think I’m good at conversation.

Oh, and disagreeing with everything the other person says is also bad conversation etiquette. – She was silent and I could see she was shook, she could no longer hold eye contact.

Look, would you like me to leave? If it carries on like this then we are both wasting our time.

Are you being serious? It’s taken me over an hour to get ready and I’ve travelled all the way across London.

Well play nice, I don’t tolerate bullshit.

She almost melted in front of me, her eyes grew soft, her chin dropped and her shoulders drooped. She touched my forearm…

Please, don’t leave.

OK, drink up, we have to be at the next place in 5 minutes.

I bounced her to the same basement bar as usual and we got a couch. I didn’t dare attempt the questions game, I find it’s best only to play this when the girls frame is weak. Lena’s was like steel but as I turned up the heat it slowly became more malleable.

She asked me about my travels and each time I would launch into a story she would keep trying to interrupt and I would playfully slap her on the back of the hand “now, now, I told you play nice” and she would giggle. This happened several times.

I’ve noticed you like to touch me a lot, it feels like you’re not being real

My hands have a mind of their own I don’t control them.

I clasped my hands together and put them between my knees and clenched them together simulating my hands being tied.

I will try to stop touching you, but it will be difficult and I will not be myself this way.

She giggled and bit her lip before slapping my hands and saying “OK”.

We spoke about the usual stuff without actually playing the questions game, how many times do you do this to girls on the street? Why are you single? bla bla. They all ask the same things. I had my arm around her now and she was collapsing into my chest. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her in for the kiss. She gave me a peck.

You’re too direct, you should be more nice.

Are you giving ME dating advice?

Yes, you clearly don’t do this a lot.

Shit, maybe you’re right. What else should I do? – I LOL’d inwardly

You should compliment a woman more, you shouldn’t touch her so much and you most definitely shouldn’t tell her you’re going to walk out at the start of the date.

Well you brought that upon yourself.

This time she pulled me in and the levees had burst, we kissed with full tongue and she was groping me all over. It was now around 10pm and we had to vacate the table we were sat at.

I walked her to another bar close to my apartment, she was fully supplicating, we had arms around each others waists as we walked and had more pleasant conversation. We got to the bar and sat on a couch again. We spoke about what we each looked for in a partner and I reeled off a massive list. She told me I would be single forever. The vibe was good now and we were bantering back and forth. Lena told me I was much nicer when I smiled.

It was now 11pm, I asked her curfew and she told me she would get the last tube at 1am. I suggested we go for a walk, she agreed and I walked her straight to my front door. I gave her the usual line “one drink, you can leave whenever you want”.

I poured the wine and I sat on the couch playing my guitar, she sat on the floor facing me, her legs were crossed in a yoga pose as she gazed up at me in awe. After a few minutes of that I put my guitar to one side and pushed her back onto the floor, we kissed heavily and I undid her blouse as we rolled around on the carpet. I pulled her surprisingly large breasts out of her bra and began sucking on them. She moaned with pleasure for a few seconds before pushing me off and saying “NO! This is too fast, I’m not that type of girl”. I rolled off and put some music on Youtube, she chose some Russian stuff and we lay on the bed chatting for bit. We kissed a few more times and then I walked her back for the last tube.

Hopefully this is not the end of this story.

 

 

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Lay Report: A Saudi Sloshpot

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Looks much younger and more petit. So, nothing like this girl.

I’ve been plugging away at the daygame when time permits. On Thursday I went out for an hour and did one terrible set, on Friday I did two terrible sets and on Saturday I did one really good set followed by four terrible sets. One is all it takes for an epic story. And here it is…

I went out at around 4pm on Saturday and I was enjoying walking around with Mr White shooting the shit. It got to almost 5:30pm and I STILL hadn’t done a set. I wasn’t weaselling there was just nothing about. Mr White was telling me how he was moving into a bigger bedroom in his apartment as we walked up Regent street to cross Oxford street and turn left towards Selfridges. Then BAM, my spider sense tingled as I caught a short little back haired girl walk past us on my left. I didn’t get a look at her face but I didn’t hang about and made chase…. “Hold that thought Mr W”…

As I weaved through the crowd of people to catch up I got a good look from behind – she wore pink heels, a pink mini skirt and a white lacy top with black bra straps poking out the sides – she seemed dressed for Saturday night not day.

I got in front and it did not disappoint. Noura wore wide rimmed glasses over very dark brown, almost black eyes, her lipstick was pink and she had a great little figure with wide hips and a narrow waist. She was a solid to high 7. Noura looked very confused as I delivered my pre-opener but as soon as I told her I thought she looked very cute a huge smile broke out on her face and with it I had hook-point.

I like how co-ordinated you are – your heels, skirt, nails and lips are all matching in pink. You have clearly put a lot of effort in before leaving the house today

haha noooo. I’ve just bought this outfit and put it on straight away. I was out last night and I wanted to make myself feel pretty today

She had succeeded and I told her so. I carried on with my stack telling her that she definitely wasn’t English as she had a slight American accent and a Persian look to her. Noura told me she was from Saudi Arabia and had been living in London for the past month and with this my eyes lit up at the prospect of a new flag. I found out she was here to study business and computer programming and that she loved living in London because she could express herself freely. I got a lot of outlier vibes from her; she wasn’t wearing a hijab and had a lot of flesh on display, she lit up a cigarette in front of me, she had plans to go out to another nightclub later that evening and she was oozing sex appeal. At the end of the set I asked her immediate plans, she told me she was going to drink a coffee and then go home and get ready to go out. I decided not to go for the idate as I assumed (wrongly) that she was living in London for the foreseeable. We exchanged numbers and as she typed my name into her contacts I said “you can save me as ‘Roy Handsome Irish Man'”. She saved me as ‘Roy Hot Irish Man’. I took it as an IOI.

As I returned to Mr White he looked quite giddy and said;

That looked on, she looked a right sloshpot! You may as well write that blog post now. Call it ‘Saudi Sloshpot’. It’ll be a great title, it’s got the flag, the word sloshpot AND alliteration!

If I get the bang then I will definitely do that

I sent the feeler a couple of hours later while I was having dinner and drinks with Mr White, Xants and his regular. She replied just under an hour later asking what I was up to. I didn’t want to get dragged to a night club so I led the way with logistics.

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No fannying about.

She joined us at the bar 20 minutes later as I was out the front having a smoke. She was still wearing the same outfit so clearly hadn’t been home in the intervening hours. We had a quick chat before I brought her in and introduced her to everyone. I took her over to the bar with me to get her a drink. I asked her what happened to the club plans and she said that she was too tired for that. I told her we would have one drink with my friends then me and her would go somewhere else. She was keen.

Noura was clearly not timid around new people, she’d come out for drinks with a (‘hot’) man she had met just a few of hours earlier and was now chatting away freely to his friends. I was impressed.

We finished up our drinks and I walked us in the direction of my apartment. We went to a bar very close to the flat and sat on stools by a window. Noura began telling me about her life in Saudi; how her mother is a very strict Muslim but her dad was more relaxed. She hated living there as she gets a lot of abuse for not always wearing a hijab. I found out she was 21 and was actually leaving London the following Monday morning (two days from then). FUCK. I decided to speed things up by starting the questions game and she loved it asking the usual questions when a girl is attracted; why are you single? do you do this to all the girls? have you ever cheated on a girl? etc. Soon after this there was a silence in the conversation. I stared into her dilated huge black eyes, then down at her big pink lips, they visibly quivered and I took this as my cue to pull her in for the kiss. She was all in putting both hands around my neck and digging her nails in slightly as she did so. “The SDDL is on!” thought me.

It was now around midnight and the bar was closing. I walked us to my apartment which was around the corner and we lit up a cigarette on the way. When we got to the front door she was reluctant to come in at first. I told her “Just one drink, you can leave whenever you want”. She agreed and in she came. I poured us some wine and played a couple of tunes on the guitar as she lay on the bed cooing. I put it down and joined her on the bed. We kissed a lot as I slid my hand up her skirt and rubbed her soaking wet pussy over the top of her underwear, she grabbed my cock over the top of my jeans and then freaked out, pushing me off and saying “NO! We can’t do this. Not tonight!” I was confused as it had been smooth sailing up until this point. I suggested we watch videos on Youtube but she told me she wanted to go home as it would take her two hours to get there and she needed to start packing to go back to Saudi. I was devastated as I felt a surefire notch slip out of my grasp. But then she threw me a lifeline;

What are you doing tomorrow?

Not sure yet. (I had planned on smashing the daygame. Obviously)

Let’s meet tomorrow, I’m free all day

OK, I’ll take you for a picnic in the park

Soon after this I walked her to the bus stop and as she boarded she said “Tomorrow, OK?!”

We arranged to meet on Oxford street the next day at 2pm. We were both late and ended up meeting at around 3pm. It was another baking hot day in London so I decided against my usual date uniform of boots, jeans and a t-shirt instead opting for trainers, shorts and a t-shirt. As I approached her I wondered if it was the same girl. She was in converse, white short shorts and a little yellow boob tube. She looked a LOT younger due to the casual clothing and lack of heels. I got a boner whilst simultaneously worrying that I could be a closet peado.

We went for some iced coffees before walking to Regents park, stopping off at the supermarket to buy booze and snacks along the way. I picked out a shaded spot under a tree and we set up camp there. I spent this first 30mins or so building more comfort, asking what her plans for her future were and more about her family. Soon after this she rested her head on my leg as she lay on her back. I stroked her flat stomach and she was practically purring as I did so.

We exchanged stories about our respective upbringings. I told her what it was like growing up in a divided city and on a farm in Ireland, she told me about getting addicted to zanex pills at 13 years old to try and escape the enforced rules of her society. Her first 6 “partners” were girls, although they never had sex, just lots of kissing and the occasional finger blast. I poured more fuel on the fire;

How many times have you actually had sex?

I honestly didn’t know what to expect. Noura had told me that it’s normal in Saudi for girls to be in relationships and never have sex.

You mean full sex?

Yes, penis in vagina

Oh. I guess only twice

Noura started showing me kinky pictures and videos of herself on her phone, she showed me a video of her masturbating, in others she was smoking cigarettes and pouting seductively with slutty red lipstick whilst wearing a hijab. Allah would not have approved.

I recalled a Tom Torero podcast I’d listened to a couple of years earlier, he was talking about how girls from these countries can be very sexually adventurous if they escape. I never believed it, but I was seeing it right before my eyes now in a hot young girl who seemed filthy despite what her mother and Allah told her.

How many people do you know that are like you in Saudi?

None, I’m the one percent

Soon both of us needed the toilet so we packed up and went to a bar near my apartment to use the facilities and get another drink.

We sat on stools at a window, I was alternating between stroking her leg and playing with her hair. I commented that her legs were very smooth and she told me that she’d had her entire body lazered . Good girl. I could see she was getting very horny now;

On a scale of 1 to 10, how horny are you right now?

100!

I pulled her in and kissed her before pushing her away and whispering into her ear;

Want to know what I’m going to do to you when I get you home?

Yes!

I’m going to slowly peel off each layer of clothing and kiss every part of your body until you beg me to fuck you

Take me home now

Her drink was already finished but I still had half a pint and I have a strict leave no beer behind policy. I had a dilemma, I compromised by taking one big swig, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the bar.

We walked quickly to my apartment and once inside she ran ahead of me into my bedroom and threw herself on the bed with her legs akimbo. I made her wait until I put some music on because I knew Ricky was in his room with his girl. “Hurry!!” she pleaded.

I joined her on the bed, kissing her on the lips before moving down to her neck. I pulled her upright and removed her top. As I stood up to take off my t-shirt she pulled my shorts and boxers down in one fell swoop and proceeded to suck my cock like her life depended on it. I pushed her back onto the bed, removed her shorts and underwear in the same manner and licked her out before turning her around to lick her ass (it was very clean), she started screaming;

OK OK, FUCK ME NOW

Say please

Pleeeeeease, FUCK ME, pleeeeease

Say pretty please

Pretty pretty please FUCK MEEEEE

I slapped on a condom and carried out my duties. It was some of the best sex I’ve had on this daygame adventure and I thanked the daygame Gods as she continued to scream “Pleeeease” whilst I banged her from every angle I could think of. Half way through the condom came off and I didn’t have anymore left. I decided to proceed without it and she didn’t kick up a fuss.

I gave her the debrief asking her when she had decided to have sex;

When I heard you strum on that guitar I knew that I wanted you deep inside me

How sweet.

It was now around 7.30pm and the sex had clearly been too much for her because she passed out on my bed. I let her snooze as I watched Fauda on netflix, it felt highly appropriate to be watching a show with lots of women in hijabs having just banged one who should be wearing one. Eventually she awoke at 11pm for round two and this time was even better with both of us cuming at the same time. I don’t think that’s ever happened from a daygame lay before, it must be love.

It was now around 1am and I had work the next day and she had a flight to catch back to Saudi Arabia the next morning. I walked her back to the same bus stop and off she went into the night probably never to be seen again.

Allahu Akbar!

Lay Report(s): I’ve Always Liked Long Leads

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I’ve been back in London for just over a month and it has been eventful to say the least. I’ve tried to get back into a healthy routine with better nutrition and more gym, however, booze has still played a large part. I’ve started a new job, which I almost got fired from due to sheer idiocy on my part (this may have something to do with the boozing). I’ve done some daygame and it has largely been terrible. 63 sets in total so far, 14 closes and two dates to nowhere from those leads. I went on another date to nowhere with a Serbian girl that I met on my most recent trip there, she bored me to tears with tales of her struggles to get a UK visa, I didn’t care, I just wanted to bang her and I think she picked up on this.

A couple of Sundays ago I was spring cleaning my old whatsapp chats and I got all the way down to March 2018. There was four girls that I closed when I was back in London for a couple of days between moving back from Australia and heading to Manchester. I read through the chats and realised that they were all keen and I was the one who stopped replying because of bad logistics on my part. I sent all four the exact same ping – “Hey trouble, Guess who’s back in town”.

4 out of 4 replied.

The first was a Romanian girl I closed on the street, she replied a few times but then ghosted when I invited her out.

The second was a lead from bar game, I got her out last week and banged her. She was English but her parents were from Hong Kong so she looked Asian. I had a great time with her and even had her around for a repeat. However, she was only a 6 and I probably won’t see her again, but a notch is a notch as they say.

The third was a very cute little English girl, 20 years old. She replied enthusiastically confirming a date for a Friday night. I thought it was on. However, when I pinged her on the Friday lunch time she replied quickly and then blocked me.

The fourth was a cute girl from Italy, here’s the story…

It was the most internationally celebrated day of the year – St. Patricks day, and I was out in London with the lads. I should have been jet-lagged having only got off the plane from Australia the previous day, but I was in great spirits. The quality of girls on the streets was much higher than what I’d become accustomed to in Melbourne, I was happy to see my mates and we’d had a couple of beers. It was around 10pm and most of the other lads had gone home so Xants and I decided to do a few laps of Leicester square and see if we could bounce a two-set or two into the casino. I saw a cute little girl with big pointy glasses and long black wavy hair walk towards me at a brisk pace. I peeled off from Xants and got in front. I can’t remember much about what was said only that she was Italian, lived in London studying biochemistry and was in a hurry to meet her friends. I took her number and off she went into the night.

 

After some texting back and forth I eventually got her out on Wednesday evening past. Giulia arrived a few minutes late looking hot in a figure hugging black dress, red lipstick and had nice legs on display. She was around 160cm tall – the perfect height for a girl in my opinion. Immediately she fell in to my frame, big smile, kiss on both cheeks and she latched onto my forearm as I led the way.

I walked her to Bok bar which is a nice pub in Marylebone where you can sit outside. We chatted about how we met and how exciting it was, she told me how she thought we would never meet again. Giulia was leaving town for good on Friday, she would spend her last night having a farewell party. The fact that she was spending her penultimate night with me was a good sign.

The conversation flowed and the drinks were soon finished, I bounced her to the next venue which I had pre-booked, an awesome little underground speakeasy. We sat on a big couch and she melted into it, hooking her knees up and leaning them against my leg as we played the questions game. Her first question was “why are you single?” and I told her the simplest answer “I haven’t found the right girl yet”… I babbled on for about 10 minutes on this subject. Her next question was

Do you talk to girls on the street often?

You weren’t the first, you probably won’t be the last, but I don’t do it all the time. I hate online dating and have had a few bad experiences with it. Nowadays, if I see a pretty girl, she looks in a good mood and most importantly I’M in a good mood, I’ll say hello. Someone has to be chivalrous in this modern age of tinder and love island bullshit.

Giulia was mesmerised and she told me that she loved my long answers, she probably knew that I’d had plenty of practice. We had two glasses of wine and spoke about all sorts before I eventually went for the kiss. There was no resistance, she was all in. I got the bill and said “let’s go”. I walked us to my front door, upon arrival I announced “I live here, let’s go in for one more glass of wine”. She agreed.

I took her straight to the bedroom and didn’t even bother giving her a tour of the flat. She kicked off her black plimsoles and lay on the couch with an expectant smile on her face. I poured the wine and picked up my guitar and blasted out Wonderwall, the hardest song to play on the guitar. She looked at me as I played as if to say “Will you just fuck me already?!”

I put the guitar down and put some music on, I walked over to her and she pounced on me. I had warmed her up so much that she was like a pressure cooker exploding when I eventually went for it. She pulled my top over my head as she frantically kissed me, I picked her up and threw her on the bed. All our clothes were off within seconds and she was sucking on my cock like it was as tasty as a twister ice lolly. She insisted I wore a condom but the sex was still great, I lasted an entire five minutes and she thanked me afterwards. “Wow, you’re really in good in bed!” She proclaimed. I wasn’t, I had got her so horny that even boring missionary would have satisfied this girl.

I rolled off and we cuddled for a few minutes, it was now around 11pm and I had work the next day. She wanted round two and I told her that I had no condoms left, which was the truth. I thought this would get me out of having to go again but Giulia enthusiastically announced “don’t worry, I have some in my bag!”. Great. We went again but I couldn’t cum. Moments later I lay there and yawned, she took the hint and said that she should get going. We got dressed and I walked her back to the tube. We both knew that we would probably never see each other again, but neither of us cared, we enjoyed each others company for one night. These type of nights are exactly the reason why I love daygame.