Unfortunately, she wasn’t this hot.

Just when I got the backlog down to 3 lay reports, I had to go and get another one didn’t I. This story is similar to the last one in structure, but the girl was worlds apart…

On Friday evening past I had a second date with a black English Milf – she tried to friend zone me so I ended it after an hour and decided to do some daygame. I met up with Mr.S at 8pm and walked around to see what took my fancy. My intent to open was quite low as I had a date lined up with the Bosnian I’d closed the previous night at 11pm.

After an hour or so we were on our last lap of Oxford street before retiring for a cheeky pint. It was my turn to open when we both saw a short little brunette walking towards us. She had tanned skin, her hair was down to her bum and she wore a denim jacket, a tight little white dress and converse trainers. “If you don’t do that, I’m doing it!” Mr.S informed me. I thought about it for a micro-second – “I’ll do it” said me.

I got in front and told her she looked very cute, too cute to be walking the streets alone on a Friday night. A huge smile cracked open on her face to reveal a glistening metallic grill on top of her teeth – she had braces and instantly dropped from a high 7 to a low 7. I carried on with my prattle for a few minutes and she just stared at me without saying a word, but I could see she was enjoying it as she couldn’t stop smiling.

“You’re not from these parts, are you?”


“If I had to guess, I’d say Russian”

“Haha how did you know?”

“I’ve spent a bit of time in Saint Petersburg and Moscow, you remind me of the girls there, the dress, the jacket… the converse… Меня зовут Roy”

“Aaaah haha, I’m Sofija”

Sofija was very shy and her English wasn’t great but she kept staring deep into my eyes like she was trying to see into my soul. She was on…

“So, what are you doing right now?”

“Oh, I was about to go home on the bus”

“Booooooooooring, come on, it’s Friday night, let’s get a quick drink!”

“Hmmmmm… OK where?”

“Just follow me”

I walked us to the Argyll Arms, got the drinks in and we sat beside each other on one of the benches in the back of the bar. Turned out Sofija had just got to London and was here for the Summer to learn English. Quite early on she told me that she hated her father as he left her mother to bringe her and her 3 sisters up when she was a kid, I empathised with her. I asked her what type of men she liked, and she more or less described me. I tried to kiss her a few times, but she kept giving me the cheek. Eventually she relented but would only kiss with her mouth closed. I couldn’t figure out if she was ashamed of her braces, didn’t like kissing in public, or if it was all too fast for her. I didn’t have time to figure it out, it was now almost 11pm and I was supposed to be meeting the Bosnian.

I considered binning off the Bosnian to push for the SDL as it seemed on, but I knew the Bosnian was on as well because she was very keen over text and meeting at that late an hour usually means sex.

I turned to Sofija and asked her plans for the following day, she had nothing on so I told her I had to leave and we could meet then instead. She was slightly shocked and looked disappointed before agreeing to meet the next day. As I walked her to the bus stop the Bosnian rang me…


“I’m just with a friend at Oxford circus, I’ll be there shortly”


“No, stay there, I’ll be 5-10mins”

Sofija asked who I was speaking to, the Bosnian was so loud that she probably heard everything.

“Ah it’s just a crazy friend, I have to go for a drink now for a friends birthday.”

I think she bought it. Sofija jumped on her bus and I took a brisk walk up to Tottenham Court road where the Bosnian was stood waiting, you can read the rest of that story here.

The next day I pinged Sofija to see if she was still keen – we agreed to meet at 8pm at Oxford Circus. It was gay pride in London on the Saturday. The streets were queered up to the max so Xants and myself decided to get out of dodge and do our daygame down by Southbank. It was nice down there but there weren’t that many sets. As it got towards 7pm we made our way back over the river to meet the lads for a pint before my date.

At 8pm I pinged her to see if she was on time and she responded saying “Sorry, I’m having some issues with my friends”

“Oh, so are you coming or not?”

“Yes, but I don’t know when”

I carried on drinking with the lads and we all went for dinner. It was almost 10pm when she showed up at the restaurant. I settled my part of the bill, said my goodbyes to the lads and walked her back towards the flat.

I took her to the same speakeasy as I took the Bosnian the night before, had one drink and said almost the exact same thing as the night before – “it’s too noisy here, you want to have a drink on the rooftop at my place instead?”

“Oh, OK”

As we walked back it started to rain so the rooftop was no longer an option. We got into the flat, she took her shoes off and then all her defences dropped. She was kissing me frantically and our clothes came off at the door. I took her straight to the bedroom and pounded her tight little vagina for an hour or so before I collapsed in a tired, sweaty mess.

Sofija was my third new daygame lay in four days. The new apartment seems to be paying dividends already. So, although this is a fairly boring report, it reinforced a few things for me;

  1. Just because she’s shy/k-selected, it doesn’t mean she won’t bang quickly
  2. Escalate on orange lights
  3. Good logistics are a massive advantage

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