1-68I was out daygaming with Xants on Sunday past and we decided to make a rare turn by Trafalgar Square. It was his turn to open and we both spotted a stunner walking slowly through the middle of the square. “THERE’S A SET!” hollered an excitable Xants. “Yes it is, you bastard!” I confirmed.

Off he skipped as I looked on with jealousy. I lurked nearby as he gave his all and it seemed to be going well. I was happy for my mate but I couldn’t help but think “I could probably be doing a much better job on that bird” thus confirming yet again that I could never bare to be a daygame coach [1]. I turned my back to Xants’ set and scanned the square once more. My spider sense tingled and out of the corner of my peripheral vision appeared a short little curvy thing walking down the steps away from me. I didn’t catch her face but she looked great from behind – about 5’5″ with long black hair down to her ass, a black leather jacket and tight black leggings which showed off a peachy little bum. It was worth closer inspection.

I got in front and was disappointed to see that she was Asian [2], I looked her up and down again before deciding that she was still a good 7. In I went and hook point was more or less instant;

Where are you from?

Ireland. – I said, after making her guess a while

Ooooooh cooooooo. – I assume she meant ‘cool’

And you, you’re obviously Asian, but your eyes are too big to be Chinese, I like them.

Ahahaha thank you! I’m from Taiwan.

Taiwan hey? I’ve never been there but I’m pretty sure that’s where my alarm clock comes from.

Ahahaha you’re funny!

Helen lived in London, was a marketing student and had just started working in Selfridges. She was on her way to meet a friend for dinner so I took her number and off she went.

I returned to an even more excitable Xants as he gave me the run-down on his set. “I think the SDL’s on mate, she’s going to the gallery then we will probably meet for a drink!”

I hadn’t seen Xants this giddy after a daygame set in well over a year. “Well done mate, she was stunning, I’m very jealous” I congratulated.

“Where’d you go anyway?” Xants asked.

“Closed some gook. Seems keen” I explained.

“ah” Offered Xants, clearly still coming down from his set.

I pinged Helen later that evening and she replied quickly so we set up a date for the next day, Monday.

We met at Baker Street station at 7pm. Helen had come straight from work dressed in black high heels, black tights, a black mini-skirt, a white shirt and a black blazer. She looked great.

I walked us to the pub across the road and to my surprise she asked for a full pint. As we sat down she took a huge gulp of the beer.

You must be thirsty!

No, I’m just very nervous, I never do this before, especially with a white man.

Ah, well relax. I don’t bite. 

Helen proceeded to ask me loads of hair dresser questions and I responded to each in turn with a wry smile on my face until she started to relax. She then asked for a favour and pulled out her phone to show me an email she’d drafted and asked me to check her English. I raised an eyebrow and asked if she thought I was giving out free English lessons.

Noooo, please, this is just very important to me and I need to send it now.

I scanned it quickly and fixed one typo, it was more or less perfect.

Your English is good, no lessons required from me!

Haha thank you.

Helen proceeded to ask me if I talked to girls in the street often and I gave her the usual spiel (better than tinder, chivalry, bla bla). She told me it happens a lot and she always gives her number to guys. This was a big red flag! Helen pulled out her phone and showed me her whatsapp… sure enough there were loads of unread messages from thirsty guys. I quickly scanned their profile pics to check if I knew any of the guys – I didn’t.

Why haven’t you replied to any of these poor guys?!

I don’t like them.

Why give them ALL your phone number?!

haha not all, but I don’t like to be rude if they are nice to me.

Just lie to them, tell them you have a boyfriend. – Sorry future Helen approachers.

Ooooh that’s a good idea! I’ll do that next time.

I bounced Helen to the same speakeasy I always take them, I had been there only a couple of days before with a different girl [3]. As we entered the host looked at Helen, then at me with contempt and said “Oh, you’re back so soon!” I asked him for the usual couch and he said I couldn’t sit there, even though the place was empty. The cock blocking white knight sat us down at a table which made it almost impossible to physically escalate. I finished my drink quickly and polished off the remainder of hers… “Let’s go!” We left after 5 minutes and I made a mental note never to go back there.

We got a couch in the bar next to mine and I ramped up the escalation fast as it was now almost 9pm and it was a school night. Within a few minutes we were kissing and she was surprisingly unreserved about doing so in public, but she did have reservations about doing it on a first date…

Wow, this is my first time on a date with a foreign guy and I NEVER kiss on the first date.

It’s perfectly normal in London, you only live once so why wait if you like the person?

I guess you’re right!

Helen was really opening up now and I was pretty certain the lay was on.

I need to tell you something.


When I was waiting for you at the tube I forgot what you looked like!

We met yesterday, how could you forget?

I don’t know, I walked over to some guy and said hi, he didn’t know who I was!


Don’t laugh, it was embarrassing! YOU WHITE GUYS ALL LOOK THE SAME TO ME!

I LOL’d for about two minutes. I wasn’t sure if she was trolling or if the irony was truly lost on her and I didn’t care to find out. A few minutes later I walked her back to my flat and she came in with no resistance. I poured some wine, played some tunes on the guitar and she watched on mouth agape.

Wow, you’re really sexy when you play the guitar, you should play that on the street, you would get more girls.

I pulled her onto the bed and we kissed heavily. Helen grabbed her wine and knocked back the full glass.

I need this, otherwise I will run out the front door!

Oh, ok.

I’ve never done this on a first date!


You have condom?!

Yes. I. Do.

After successfully navigating Helens’ relentless LMR I proceeded to smash her tight little pussy. The sex was amazing, my best ever with an Asian girl and she was fantastic at blow-jobs.

I did the usual debrief and she told me that she only decided that she wanted to fuck when I was playing the guitar. She’d only had two sexual partners before (she is 24), both long term boyfriends and my penis was by far the biggest that had ever been inside her.

As she got dressed to leave Helen asked if we could see each other again. “if you want to” I said, and I think I actually meant it, she was fun to hang out with and great in bed.

This ketchup tastes good.






[1] – Please stop asking. If you need coaching Craig Cassidy or Street Attraction are the go to guys in London and if you have a bit more to spend and are willing to travel, Nick Krauser does week long residentials in Eastern Europe.

[2] – I don’t typically open them, but if they’re hot enough I will

[3] – This girl still seems keen so hopefully is a future post


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