I’ve hit somewhat of a purple patch over the last week or so whilst doing hardly any sets. Last Sunday was probably my most productive day in London this summer. I did 6 sets, closed four of them and have been on dates with two of those since. I also did some bar game that same Sunday with Xants and closed a hot Bulgarian 18 year old who I have been on 3 dates with already. I had a near miss with her on Saturday night whilst her friend lay asleep next to us on my bed after I unsuccessfully negotiated a threesome – I clearly need to invest in a hot tub. Hopefully the Bulgarian will get her own blog post very soon.
Last night I banged a girl I closed that Sunday after a filthy set on the street. Here’s the story…
It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and I was riding the crest of a wave having got a few strong leads over the weekend and still in a celebratory mood after my SDL a couple of days previous. At around 6pm I met up with the lads to go for burgers. Afterwards the four of us (Xants, Mr White, RR and I) took a walk down Oxford st, Mr White was done for the day and RR wasn’t doing any sets either so it was only me and Xants in the mood to open. Xants popped off to open a cute little brunette so the rest of us stood in a huddle nearby discussing what we’d do for the rest of the evening. I was chatting to Mr White when my spider sense tingled, I just about saw beyond his biceps to catch a glimpse of a black girl approaching behind him.
Nicky was slim, a little shorter than me with shoulder length black hair. Her fashion was very outlier with a black choker around her neck, a black boob tube and a short yellow mini-skirt which showed off a very nice pair of legs and a pair of black heels. Her skin was dark brown, not full African and her hips were swaying from side to side as she paraded down the street with a cigarette in her right hand. “Look at that filth there!” I announced to Mr White and RR as I interrupted whatever he was telling me. I let her pass “See you boys tomorrow” I said before making chase.
I got in front, I don’t remember anything I said, but I will probably never forget the electric vibe of the set. Our faces were around 15cm apart and Nicky was purring like a cat as we eye-fucked each other the hole way through, I was seriously considering kissing her on the street but I aired on the side of caution. I found out she was English, but her mum was German and her dad was of African decent hence the lighter skin. She had just finished her shift in Topshop and was on her way to meet some friends so an idate was not on the cards. I took her number and rejoined the lads announcing “I’m probably gonna bang her”.
The texting was fairly simple, I probed her to see when she would be available for a drink and she suggested the following Sunday. I pinged her on the day and it took her a few hours to confirm, but once she did I knew I’d probably be getting laid.
Nicky turned up at Baker st tube on time wearing a bright red leather jacket, a black choker, a tight black top which her nipples were piercing through (no bra!), tight black jeans and black boots. She had definitely come to fuck. She immediately fell into my frame, latching onto my arm as we walked and asked where we were going.
I took her to two venues near my apartment and it was easy peasy to get her home and bang her, I probably could have taken her home after one drink if I was in a hurry. Nicky was 22, a solid 7 for me but I know a lot of guys don’t like the darker girls. There were no real revelations on the date but here are some memorable parts;
Do you get approached by men in the street often?
OMG, almost every day I go to work. But you were so different, I couldn’t believe how close you were standing to me and how confident you were, it was hot
How many boyfriends have you had?
Two, but I’m not looking for a relationship any time soon
How many sexual partners have you had?
There was absolutely no LMR in the bedroom and she was just as dirty as I expected in the sack. I banged her three times, all rawdog as she told me she was on birth control but I really need to start being more careful as I doubt she’s only slept with eleven men.
When did you decided you were going to have sex with me?
I was already considering it when you spoke to me on the street, I knew I would definitely do it when we were having the first drink
Nicky missed her last train home so I let her stay over and she let herself out early the next morning. She was my 56th daygame notch and 18th (including 5 bargame lays) of the calendar year. This brings me level with Mr S who shot way ahead of the back in July banging 9 girls in a month – The competition is heating up.
August has been fruitful in London, I bagged my fourth notch of the month  on the last night and it was my first same day lay of the year; all I had to do was turn up. Here’s the story…
I’d been working from home all day and was eager to get out of the house and speak to real people. It was Friday evening so I text all the lads to see if anyone was up for winging and/or beers after. Xants had a date, Mr White was on a jaunt, Ricky Roma was boxing then staying in and Mr S was ill in bed. Solo it was then. My mantra was – fine, more sets for me, I’ll just have to go out and get my same day lay knowing full well that the odds of doing so were very low (0.37% or 1 for every 269.25 sets, to be precise).
I hit the streets at around 5.30pm and got my first set out of the way quick sharp – blowout. I saw another hot girl twenty minutes later – blowout. My third set was good but she had a boyfriend. I closed the fourth, which was a hot English girl with huge breasts and no bra. I did two more sets after this getting mild interest but boyfriend rejections. It was now almost 8pm and I decided to call it a day. As I was walking up Oxford Street in the direction of my apartment I spotted a cute longhaired brunette with a huge fringe walking slowly towards me. It was getting dark now so I waited until she got closer to get a better look. She was dressed like a tramp with a big baggy jumper over the top of a stripey shirt, black jeans and dirty trainers. But she did have a very pretty face with big blue eyes and prominent cheek bones, Melanie was a low 7 who could probably dress herself up to be a solid 7. I was about to let her go, then at the last second she threw a sly glance in my direction just as she assumed she was out of my peripheral vision. Fuck it.
I got in front and told her she looked cute in an alternative hippy sort of way, I guessed that she was probably listening to the Arctic Monkeys (She had headphones in before I opened). She giggled saying that she wasn’t but that she did in fact like the Artic Monkeys. Hook point. It was quite a long set in which I found out she was English, from a small town just outside of London and a philosophy student who had just finished her degree. She would be leaving London to go back to her hometown for good in two days. PERFECT!
Melanie told me that she had been out shopping all day and was now about to go home. Booooooring, come on it’s Friday night, let’s get a drink
Oh I don’t know, I need to get up early tomorrow and pack my life up… Where would we go?
I know a nice bar just back up that way
Well, I guess we can have one
I walked us in the direction of my apartment stopping off at the Lamb and Flag bar, just off Oxford Street. The bar was packed so we stood outside drinking a pint of beer each. The conversation was flowing and she was actually a very interesting girl. I suggested we go to another place where we could actually get a seat and she agreed. I walked us to a bar very close to my apartment and we sat at a table outside. Melanie asked for a gin and tonic this time, so I got her a double. I asked if she minded if I smoked and she said, “Only if I can have one”. If they smoke they poke.
I told her about all my travels and she asked how old I was. I told her my real age and Melanie told me she had just turned 22. She said that she didn’t care how old the guys were she dated, only how they behaved. It was refreshing to hear this from an English girl. The double gin was doing it’s job nicely as Melanie was getting a little tipsy now. I suggested one more drink at another bar just around the corner and she agreed.
We sat on a big couch and I got her another double gin and myself a beer. We started discussing what we like in the opposite sex, there was no need for the questions game. Then she escalated me;
Loaded question, but, what do you think of gay people?
Couldn’t give a shit, people can do whatever or whoever they want, as long as I don’t have to watch
Interesting, because I like girls
You’re a lesbian?!
Haha no, I like both
Oh, so do you like guys or girls more?
It’s not that simple
Have you had sex with both at the same time?
Have you had more girlfriends or boyfriends?
Only one of each
Do you enjoy sex with men or women more?
I mean how do girls even have sex? Scissoring?
Scissoring is boring, we just finger and lick each other out normally
Well that’s not real sex.
Soon after this I pulled her in for the kiss and she was all over me. I pushed her off after a minute or so telling her that I didn’t want her to get us thrown of my local pub. As we got to the end of the drinks I suggested that we go for a walk and she followed. We got to my front door and she was reluctant to come in at first. “Just one drink, you can leave whenever you want”. In she came.
The rest was easy, the clothes were soon off and we had some grotty sex. Melanie had a nice little body – small breasts with a big ass and a small waist. I took great pleasure in spanking this shit out of her pale white ass cheeks and admiring the warm red glow as I banged her doggy style. I let her stay over and then kicked her out in the morning before joining the lads for breakfast at our local café with a smug grin on my face.
 I banged a girl from night game on a stag do in Latvia. I don’t remember much about it to be honest.