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.
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?
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?
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
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
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.