I’ll be shameless regurgitating this story until I’m old and grey. It truly is one of those ‘only in DG’ episodes 🙂
Strap yourselves in, this is a bit of a long post.
After finishing a torrid after work session on Tuesday night I decided that I was going to take the following day off sick and head into town to do some DG.
The reason? A flake rate of biblical proportions.
Not just me either, all the active DG’ers I know had been experiencing the same frustrations over the past 6 weeks or so. It seemed lately that there were no good times or places to ply the trade effectively. After work, weekends, Oxford Street, Westfields, Covent Garden, Museums, Trafalgar Square, you name it. Digits were still coming in steadily enough, but they were going nowhere in hurry. The only thing I could think of was that MAYBE things could be different during a weekday.
So on Wednesday at around 2pm with everyone else grinding away their souls in the office drone existence that society has dubbed as ‘respectable employment’, I was ambling through Pester Square looking for birds to hit on.
And what a bird I ended up finding 😉
A dreamy girl with long brunette hair, smoldering eyes, angular features and sporting a knee length puffer jacket. Now the jacket was doing a great/annoying job in concealing her body from any type of meaningful 1-10 rating, but seeing how sharp her facial features were I was fairly certain the what lay underneath was at the upper end of the rating scale.
Worthy of opening? Um, YES!
BOOM! She instantly spazzed out, hooking before I had even finished the opener and before you knew it we were getting hot and heavy in the nearby Hippodrome Casino with a sexual interlude (ie me balls deep in her ass) in the disabled toilets to her finish off.
Sadly not… I had to work my ass off (and then hers) for this one.
She was immediately skeptical after I opened. As I started getting into the Geography stack (my first guess was Russian) she wouldn’t tell me where she was from. Not in a playful way either, she just made me keep guessing. Changing track I decided to just do a simple introduction. She wouldn’t even tell me her name. WTF?! But she was still standing there so I plowed on.
Not long after the reason came out. This ‘type of thing’ had happened to her recently on Oxford Street and in her native country she was familiar with the tactics of so called ‘relationship coaches’ which were eerily similar to what was now reoccurring in London.
“Is this what you do? Are you familiar with this type of thing?”
“I just go after what I find attractive and let the rest sort itself out.”
About 10 mins later we were sitting in PUA Pret on an idate. Once her jacket came off a wry smirk formed across my face. Deffo at the upper end of the scale as I originally guessed, an absolute rocking body she has. As it turns out she is from Romania, arrived in London a month earlier, works remotely and has quite a playful yet sassy personality. But what you really want to know is that she is a solid 7. Would have been a high 7 a few years earlier, but at age 28 she falls back into the solid 7 bracket.
I wasn’t in SDL mode yet, it was just an idate. I was 20 numbers in a row without a fresh D2 (technically I still am now that I think about it!) so the chance to spend some time with a quality bird was very appealing. It also came out that she wasn’t doing much for the rest of the day. Time, for once, was on my side.
I suggested we take a walk and go over to South Bank after she mentioned she still hadn’t seen a lot of Central London. No objections and we were on our way.
By the time we had crossed the Golden Jubilee Bridge she had well and truly settled into the flow of things and was happy to be led. For a EE girl she sure could banter and tease which made it all the more enjoyable for me too.
Walking east along South Bank I started realizing that things were moving towards SDL territory. She was upping her attempts to get a rise out me whilst I just held the frame. I was teasing and playing the horrible tour guide to perfection. Passing Blackfriars Bridge I was well and truly in SDL mode. I suggested we stop and get a drink at the pub were were coming up on.
A double scotch for both of us (yes, she drinks scotch) and straight into the questions game. No dilly-dallying either, sexual questions right off the bat. How old were you when you first had sex? What is your current sexual fantasy? She fired some of her own straight back at me. When was the last time you had sex? Do you like to dominate or be dominated? As the scotches went down the animal instincts started coming out. Her eyes had become very dilated and I’m pretty sure mine would have been too. Escalating in the pub was a no go as it was packed and we were sitting right in the middle of it surrounded by others. The sun had however gone down and so I suggested we continue our walk down South Bank.
Outside I went for my first kiss attempt. It was rejected, but in a playful way. As we continued down river she started linking her arm through mine as we walked and bantered with me pushing her away every so often to keep the push/pull going. Closer towards London Bridge I went for the second attempt, again rejected. No bother, her body language told me it would only be matter of time.
Coming up on Tower Bridge we decided to go and get a bight to eat. It had been around 5 hours since I approached her and we had walked a hell of a long way. I decided Pizza Express near the Tower of London was ideal given its bounceback logistics/proximity to my place.
Crossing Tower Bridge I went for the third attempt but in a much more forceful way. Again rejected and much more firmly than before. The saving grace was her shyly saying “there are too many people around!”. In other words, not ‘no’ just ‘not here’. Gradual escalation does indeed tell you exactly where you are with a girl.
Pizza Express was all about comfort. We ordered some food, a bottle of Malbec and just chatted about everyday shit. Dare I say it was very much BF/GF esque. Yuk…
Heading back outside after dinner was the moment of truth. The plan was one final kiss attempt to be followed by a bounceback request. As we started nearing the tube under the pretense that we would both be heading our separate ways I stopped, pulled in nice and close by the waist and went for the kiss. 4th time lucky as it turns out. She turned to jelly in my arms but still managed to kiss me back passionately. Later on I would find out that this moment was when she knew she would be having sex that night. Apparently the sexual energy I forced into her through my kiss overwhelmed her. Awww yeah!
Before long we were back in my flat just chilling and waiting for my flat mate to head off to the gym. The second he was out the door we were all over each other. Soon we were in the bedroom and stripping down when she dropped a bit of a bombshell on me. It was her time of the month. FUCK!
It wasn’t a complete disaster as it was only the first day of her cycle. After some gentle persuasion (me sucking on her titties until she moaning like a whore) she agreed to take a shower and see how ‘it’ would feel for her. Unfortunately, not that good. After her shower and a blanket laid out we were fucking for about 5 mins before she asked to stop. It felt too dirty for her.
So there we are lying naked on a partly blood splattered blanket, her feeling dirty, me feeling horny and the conundrum of what to do next. I could only think of one compromise that would satisfy both of us (well, mainly me).
“How about I do you in the ass?”
Ironically, she was up for it.Too dirty to take in the vag, but wasn’t fussed about taking it in the sphincter. Bitches be crazy. To say I was delighted would be a the biggest fkn understatement of the year!
I pulled out a small bottle of silicon based anal lube from my bedside dresser. I must admit the way it looked in the light was magnificent. Almost as good as the small peachy ass that was now staring up at me.
A few drops of lube on her O-ring, some fingering and a helluva lot of moaning (from her) and I couldn’t control myself any longer. I had discarded the previous blood soaked condom and even though another one was a mere three feet away I decided to go raw. I managed to squeeze the bell-end in and start thrusting before I pussied out. Raw dogging a bird that I had just met in the ass was a bridge too far for me. I know, I’m such a chode! I rubbered up (again) and went straight in through her backdoor again. She wouldn’t let me go balls deep, but it was still awesome!
After we were done I went into a period of reflection which I am prone to do after a personal triumph . That day I should have been shackled to my desk grinding away my existence for most of the waking hours. Instead I went into town and did my hobby. It’s nice to have such a crazy hobby especially when you manage to pull it off.
Long live Daygame!