I bagged my 14th daygame lay of the year at the weekend to end a 6 week dry spell – it felt a LOT longer than that. I opened this girl back in April 2016 and I banged her on Saturday, two and a half years later, my longest lead ever. Here’s the story…
11 April 2016
I wasn’t living in London at the time but I was coming down every week for work. It was a Monday evening and I was buzzing with enthusiasm to be daygaming in London. I was up the Baghdad end of Oxford street when I saw her standing outside of Selfridges faffing about with loads of shopping bags as she tried to light a cigarette. She was short, around 5′ 2″, with a slim figure, blond hair and blue eyes. Probably Swedish said my newbie calibration. I hovered outside Selfridges whilst I eyed her up and tried to summon the courage to open before she caught me looking at her, FUCK. Then…
SCUSE ME, YOU GOT A LIGHTA?! Hollered the blondie in a loud cockney accent in my direction.
Uhhm, yes, yes I do.
I was thrown off guard. I lit her cigarette whilst frantically searching my brain for game. Nothing.
YOU’RE NOT FRUM ERE ARE YA? She was loud.
Uuuuhm, no, no I’m not… Where do you think I’m from? I remembered some game!
I recovered the set from here and found out that Louise was not from Sweden, she was a cockney from Camden and had a passion for poetry. We chatted for a good 10 minutes whilst she chain smoked three cigarettes. I recall trying to idate her but she told me she had to get home to make dinner for her boyfriend. I told her that it sounded like a serious relationship…
I can work with complicated.
HAHAHA, OH CAN YOU NOW? YOU’VE GOT SOME BALLS DONTCHA!
Why yes, yes I do.
Louise had a lot of banter, I normally struggle with girls who are louder than me but it was different with this one, I enjoyed the back and forth and she was hot, a low 8. I took her number, we texted back and forth for a few weeks, but I never got her out.
10 September 2018
It was a Monday again. I was going through a bit of a purple patch in September, every set I opened went well and I’d already gotten two daygame lays in the previous week. I recall getting home from work and heading out to do an hour of solo daygame. I was walking on the North side of Oxford street in the Baghdad direction when I spotted a curvy blond in dark navy double denim and black high heels. I looked her up and down as she walked towards me. She looked straight back at me, she was actually staring at me. IOI, IOI, That’s a huuuuge IOI thought me. I let her walk by to check her out from behind, as I did so she looked back at me too…
I KNOW YOU DON’T AH?!
I instantly remembered the brash cockney accent. She looked different though, she’d put on weight, but in all the right places and had an impressive rack. Two and a half years is a long time in girl years and it showed as I noticed she’d started to develop crows feet around her eyes. She was now a 7.
Uuuuhm, yes, yes you do. I met you outside Selfridges, right?
THAT’S IT, YEEEEAH. I SEE YOU’RE STILL PROWLING OXFORD STREET CHATTING UP BIRDS THEN!
haha, well someone has to be chivalrous in this day and age.
YEAH, IT’S GOOD… WELL HOW ARE YA?! YOU MOVED AWAY FOR A BIT DI’NT YA?
We chatted for around 10 minutes as I filled her in on the preceding two and a half years and then I asked how she was doing…
I’M GOOD… WELL, ACTUALLY, NOT REALLY. I JUST SPLIT UP WITH MY BOYFRIEND. THAT’S WHY I NEVER CAME OUT WIF YA, THIS IS MAD INNIT. WE BREAK UP AND I BUMP INTO YOU IN THE STREET AGAIN. AIN’T IT FUNNY?!
It must be written in the stars… what are you doing now?
It was around 7.30pm, Louise told me that she needed to get some shopping done before everywhere closed. I told her we could meet for a drink when she was finished her shopping and she agreed.
YOU DON’T REMEMBER MY NAME, DO YA?
You don’t remember mine either.
My name is Roy.
Louise – do you still have my number?
I pulled out my phone and searched her name, about 10 Louise’s popped up (I never delete girls numbers), I quickly scanned the profile pictures and pressed hers before she saw all the others.
‘Louise Poet’, this is you, right?
HAHA YEEEAH, THAT’S ME
I couldn’t see our chat history as I’d gotten a new phone since the first time we met. I pinged her my name and told her to text me when she was ready for a drink.
We met at around 9pm near Oxford street and walked in the direction of my apartment and had a drink at the bar just across from it. I escalated hard and we kissed several times. It was last orders in the bar at 11pm so I tried to bounce her back to my flat. We got to the front door and Louise told me that it was too soon and that she had to get her last train home. I walked her to Baker street tube and she said “next time I’ll come in”.
A couple of weeks passed and we pinged back and forth. We were both busy, I was away a lot with work and she was always busy on the weekends, but we arranged to meet on a Saturday night at the end of September. A few hours before the date she sent me a long rambling message about how she wasn’t ready to date anyone yet as she still wasn’t over her ex. I told her not to worry and that she could text me when she was ready.
Every couple of weeks I sent her a photo ping and she was always very responsive and eventually invited herself out saying that she thought she was “in a better place”. We arranged to meet at 7pm on Saturday past.
10 November 2018
It was raining buckets all day, I was full of a cold and I was pretty certain that Louise was flaking as she was messaging me complaining about the rain. I honestly wouldn’t have minded if she did as I felt like shit. But she didn’t.
She arrived bang on time and had really made an effort. Black high heels, black tights, a short tight black dress which showed off her busty cleavage and a black leather jacket. She’d put a fair bit of make up on too so she looked like a proper slosh pot – I really wanted to bang her.
I walked us to an old boozer for the first venue. I got the drinks in and we sat opposite each other as we caught up. A few minutes in and we were already talking about her messed up past. Louise told me that she had a lot of health problems up until the age of 25 and didn’t lose her virginity until she was 27 (she had just turned 30) and had only ever had sex with three people.
Oh, well that’s both good and bad
What do you mean?
Well you’re obviously not a slut, but it also means you’re probably not very good in bed.
Well, what would you say if I told you I didn’t ave a gag reflex?
Speechless now, aintchya… watch this
Louise lifted her vape pen up off of the table, it was about 20cm long, and proceeded to slide the whole thing down her throat and held it there for a few seconds before pulling it out. She didn’t gag.
Bet you wasn’t expecting that woz ya?
No, no I was not. Interesting party trick you have there.
We moved from the first bar at 8pm to go to the usual speakeasy I normally take my girls to. As we were walking Louise complained that it was cold out.
It’s not cold, this is mild
Well, I’m wearing a little dress and my tit’s are anging out
This is true
I’m tits out – gash out and you’re dressed for winta
TITS OUT, GASH OUT!!
Is gash what I think it is?
Course it fuckin’ is. Ain’t you eva eard of that sayin??
We eventually arrived at the second venue and sat near a fire so Louise could warm her tits and gash. We sat on a couch and were all over each other but she kept saying things like “I’m not easy you know, you’ll ave to work ard to get me inta bed”. Of course, of course said me. At around 9 I started floating the idea of going back to mine but she wanted to go to a club. FUCK. I told her how much I hated clubs and how I was a terrible dancer.
Pleeeease, just an hour or two and then we can go back to yours, promise.
The night was still young and I didn’t have to be up early so I reluctantly agreed, lose the battle to win the war. I ordered an uber to Leicester square and 20 minutes later we were in a club called Zoo bar, she paid both our entry fees. As we walked in I was instantly reminded why I hate clubs, the music was deafening, it was a cock-fest and the few girls that were there were mingers. It reminded me why daygame will always be king.
Louise got the drinks in and we stood at the edge of the dance floor as she danced around me. After around 20 minutes of this she got bored and sat on a stool near the dance floor, I stood facing her between her legs. She was kissing me a lot and grabbed my hand and put it on her crotch. I rubbed her pussy over the top of her tights and was just about to pull them down so I could finger her. Then I felt someone tug me hard on my left arm and yank me away from her. I turned in a fit of rage ready say some mean words to my assailant only to discover it was a huge black man and he was also the bouncer. He shouted at me;
WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOIN MATE? YOU CAN’T DO THAT IN ERE!
I’m not doing anything mate, I was just kissing my girl
Then, Louise had to pipe up;
OI WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?! WE WEREN’T DOIN NUFFIN, LOOK I’M FULLY DRESSED, LEAVE US ALONE!
This seemed to convince the bouncer that we weren’t up to anything (we were) and he left us alone. Soon after this we finished up our drinks and I ordered an uber back to mine. It was plain sailing from here on in. We got back to the flat, I poured the wine and we fucked like rabbits. Unsurprisingly, Louise was VERY good at blowjobs, she swallowed my cock whole and loved it when I face fucked her hard.
I gave her the usual debrief and she told me that if I didn’t come to the club with her she would have went home, so it was definitely worthwhile going.