Another flag for the collection.

I went to Belgrade for 10 days at the end of May – it was a washout. I did around 60 sets closing half of them. I had 6 dates all with frigid girls, most of which who wouldn’t even kiss – it just wasn’t happening for me on that trip, but I was determined to rectify the anomaly.

I decided to go back for 3 days this weekend past as I had quite a lot of mildly interested long leads from the last trip. I had about 10 girls who were very texty texty right up until the moment I arrived in Belgrade – however, they all magically lost the ability to text as soon as the rubber hit the tarmac. It’s a common phenomenon for a seasoned Euro Jaunter – the girl feels very comfortable consuming the dopamine with each text from a man far, far away, then as soon as she is forced to shit or get off the pot she gets sucked into a proximity vacuum, never to be seen or heard from again.

So, I knew on arrival that it was all about getting new girls in a very short window, no easy task in a place like Belgrade. I did 8 sets on the Friday and 5 on the Saturday. I banged one of those on the Saturday night and almost banged another on the Sunday. Here’s the story…

I was strolling up Knez Mihailova with my old wing from Manchester, the Cheshire Cat (CC). It was around 30 degrees out and my balls were working up a good sweat, I’d forgotten to bring talcom powder and it was starting to get chafey down there. CC was rambling on about how good it was to wing with Nick Krauser and watch a real master at work. “What are you on about? You’ve always witnessed mastery when winging with me!” I countered, modestly.

As we walked in the direction of Kalemegdan I spotted a tiny little brown girl in denim short shorts approaching in the distance. She completed her look with a tight black vest which sported a surprisingly large cleavage and some black sandals. As she got closer I got a better look at her face, it wasn’t Serbian, but more Persian with a slightly pointy nose. I let her walk by and wasn’t even going to open until I noticed that her ass-cheeks were hanging out of her shorts, it was a sight to behold. I had no choice but to open.

I got in front and the hook point was instant. Reena was indeed Persian, from Iran and was only in town for a couple of days. It just so happened that she was looking for something to do that very evening. I told her I knew a few cool places and that I could, as it turned out, take her for a drink right away. Reena declined my kind offer as she was on her way to meet up with some couch surfers – a very K selected thing to do. However, she did have a counteroffer, asking me if I would be free at around 10pm. I told her that I could probably make some time and that I knew a couple of cool places down by the bridge where we could go. Reena liked this idea and told me she would wear a nice dress and put some make-up on.

OK, deal, see you later. said me.

Yes, hopefully you will not cancel on me. said Reena.

It was on like donkey kong. I went back to CC and announced that I was probably going to get laid barring any curve balls. An hour later I went for dinner with CC and Nick and pinged her a photo of my tasty beef steak – she responded quickly and asked if we could meet at 10:30pm instead. I agreed.

Reena eventually turned up to the meeting point near Republic Square at around 10.45pm. She wore a tight little orange dress which made her cleavage pop out and showed off her flat stomach which was adorned with a pierced belly button. It was safe to say that I really wanted to bang her.

As we walked she latched onto my arm and confessed that she’d had a couple of drinks with the couch surfers and was a little tipsy and hungry. I told her not to worry, I’d take her for food and water on the way. Sparing no expense, I took her to McDonalds and ordered her some chicken nuggets and a bottle of water – I had a beer. We sat on high stools and I ran my normal first venue structure as she dunked her nuggets into a small tub of ketchup. I found out that Reena was 27, was born in Tehran but had moved to Italy when she was a young girl and now lives in Austria. She told me that none of those places feel like home and that she struggles to fit in wherever she goes. She continued telling me how disappointed she was with most people in her life, she hated her parents for not making her more disciplined, she hated her ex-boyfriend because he wasn’t strong enough, she hated her friends for being fake. As she spoke, she would laugh nervously every 30 seconds or so. This girl clearly had some personal issues and I was starting to feel sorry for her, I think it’s a coincidence that I was also getting a boner at the same time.

Reena finished her nuggets and water and told me she was feeling much better, so we took a walk down towards the bridge. As we did so the wind started to pick up and it started to rain heavily. We were walking downhill but the wind was blowing dust and rain uphill and into our faces, Reena screamed “AAAAAH WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THIS WEATHER?!”

“Come on you, it’s not far from here…” I gave her a piggyback and jogged with her for a couple of hundred metres until we got to the bar, it was quite easy as she weighed about 45 kgs.

We got inside a Serbian rock bar which had a live band playing music that sounded very similar to Classic American rock but with Serbian Lyrics. I got the drinks in and we watched the band as we did more comfort. I really liked the band and tried to educate Reena as each song ripped off Led Zepplin, Jimi Hendrix, Pink Floyd and others, but she didn’t give a monkeys and told me she wanted to dance. We finished off the drinks and went across the road to a more clubby open air bar. It was around midnight now but the bar was still relatively empty. We got a table with a couch overlooking the hole bar and carried on with our drinks. The bar then quickly filled up and it seemed that we had the best seats in the house. It didn’t take long for me to go for the kiss and when I did, she was ravenous. The conversation quickly got very sexual, I asked what crazy stuff she gets up to and she unlocked her phone to show me some pictures. There was one of her on top of a mountain where she is posing topless but had covered her nipples for Instagram with flower emoticons. However, she accidently swiped to the original picture which showed off her glorious little boobies in all of their perty glory. Reena told me that she doesn’t like wearing bras and often flashes her boobs for fun. “Definitely not girlfriend material, this one” Thought me.

Reena couldn’t keep her hands off me and was biting my lips, neck and even my cheeks as she kissed and pawed at me, people in the bar were staring at us.

“Right, let’s go before you get us kicked out of here” Said me.

“OK, but where are we going?”

“I’ve got some wine at home, let’s go have a glass”

“But then we will just end up fucking!!”


“OK, OK”

It was now around 1am and the storm had passed so we strolled back to my place. There was no need for wine or more comfort, I put on some music and the clothes were straight off. The sex was VERY good, her body was lovely – a peachy little ass, tiny waist and large boobs for her size. Her small size made it easy to do all sorts of positions and we went at it for a good couple of hours before I finally gave in to exhaustion. At around 3am she asked if I would walk her back to her hostel to which I agreed. When we got there, she asked me to come in and fuck her again.

“Do you have your own room?” Said me.

“No, I’m sharing with 8 other guys”

“Uuuuhm, no thanks, but I’ll come in for a glass of water”

She walked us to the kitchen and no-one was around except the security guard who was passed out sleeping in the hallway. Renna jumped up onto the counter and we started kissing again. I tried to bang her right there but as I went to put it in, she pushed me straight out “No, you need to wear a condom!” I’d used my only two with her earlier. I relented, pulled her down from counter and pushed her down to her knees to finish me off with her mouth. The security guard didn’t even flinch in his chair.

I quite liked this girl despite the issues that she needs to sort out. She’s funny, cute and great in bed but clearly a bit of a loose cannon. I liked her so much that I even met her for dinner the next day (after losing an LMR battle with a Turkish 20 year old feminist) and I MAY even go visit her in Vienna.

3 thoughts on “Lay Report: SDDL with a Pretty Persian

  1. Man,

    What a trip! This sums so many aspects of the game: the leads that go silent, the complete randomness of the streets (an Iranian in Belgrade?) the shitty weather abroad, the hostels, I felt for a second in your shoes and I was like: WOW!

    I’m quite sure you displayed good R traits since the guys in the hostel or couch surf much likely have tried to beta bang her

    Well done and flag well deserved

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  2. Love the phrase “beta bang” her!

    Ironically I had a Persian girl staying in my house who had reached out to my mate via … Couchsurfing. He told her that he was unable to host her and that he had a girlfriend (which was really the reason why she chose his profile as she was leaving Iran and wanted to start fucking dudes once she came to Australia). He then bounces he over to me and she stayed at mine. No beta bang though as I was outta town!

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