This lay was so straightforward, I didn’t feel like publishing it but I will add it to the previous report just as a proof of how easily and effortlessly a woman will sleep with a stranger she just met in such a short time.
I was in a midst of my second round of turmoil after getting back with BPD. She didn’t yet found a replacement boyfriend and we were on the down slide of the emotional roller coaster. It was a Friday night and I was drinking shots of Fireball at home and chatting to BPD, stirring the drama. We were supposed to have a voice call at 10 pm but I was casually swiping Tinder while chatting to her and got a random match. The picture was very weird and didn’t even reveal a face of a girl much.
I shot my opener and she replied immediately. It was 9:45 pm on the clock.
She was practically around the corner from where I live. I shot her a location of a pub mid way between me and her.
I quickly jumped into a shower, brushed my teeth, shaved my stubbie, got dresses and went out of the building. My phone was ringing. BPD was calling me to talk after all the texting drama few hours before. I hung up on her, put a couple of condoms in my pocket (I am glad I did) and headed to the pub. It was busy but I spotted two seats next to each other and grabbed the spot.
She walked through the door and I waved at her. She was wearing jeans, t-shirt and jeans jacket. Bulky clothes hiding her nice body as I discovered only a couple of hours later.
I asked her what she’d like to drink and she replied, “Whatever you are drinking”. She obviously didn’t give a shit and it was all just a formality. I went to a bar and ordered a couple of gin tonics.
My phone kept buzzing with BPD calls so I put it in silent mode.
I started a normal chat. Where are you from? Long time in Sydney? Bla bla.
She was from Hong Kong. As a tourist and also was going to visit her friend in Melbourne for a week or so and work remotely from there. She just stopped over in Sydney to see the city and tourist attractions and such. She was going to leave the city on Sunday (remind you it was a Friday night).
She told me she was sitting alone at the bar and no one would hit on her (hello, cold approach guys). I wasn’t surprised as she was dressed in a bulky jeans set and had no make up and looked absolutely unremarkable on the outside. When the clothes came off later, I realised that if she dressed to impress, she wouldn’t have a shortage of suitors.
I probed a few things and she told me she had a boyfriend of four years before who wouldn’t commit and cheated on her so they broke up and now she just lives a single life and works and travels around the world. We connected on our common like of hiking and I just played a good local host and kept telling her about different things she can do in Sydney while she’s here.
As gin tonic run out, I asked her if she wants to go and check a better cocktail bar with me. She agreed. That particular cocktail place is just around the corner from where I live so I was planning to get all cosy there and then ask her to come to my place.
I don’t even remember how many women I brought to this cocktail bar that last month. The staff already knew and recognised me. I ordered a couple of cocktails and we kept chatting. The bar was practically empty.
Somehow getting cosy and touchy at the bar didn’t seem right. It was the same friendly chat about what she can do in Sydney, her life in Hong Kong, her travels, all that jazz. At some point I probed her logistics and she mentioned she’s staying in the service apartment in the city. I knew exactly where that place was.
The clock hit the midnight and the bar was going to close. We went outside. Everything still felt too friendly with her. I couldn’t just bring myself to ask her to mine to fuck. That would be weird if I did. As we came downstairs she told me she doesn’t know the city and how to get back to her hotel so I played a gentleman and offered to walk her back.
We kept chatting the friendly stuff and walking when, approximately half way back to her hotel she suddenly asked me, “Do you have condoms?”
“Yes,” I said (I am glad I packed them on my way out)
I immediately pulled her close and made out with her to seal the deal. Then I grabbed her by the hand and we walked all the way to her hotel (actually one bedroom serviced apartment).
As we walked in, we stood next to each other in the living room. She told me apartments in Hong Kong are so small, this living room alone was as big as two bedroom apartment there. I took her clothes off, revealing a very nice body for 37 year old woman. She had average size, but nice looking tits and shaved pussy. He baggy clothes definitely hid her above average body.
We made out and I pulled her to the bedroom. No oral, I just put a condom on and started fucking her missionary, then doggy, then missionary again. Her pussy was very tight for 37 yo, too tight. She never had kids. She was squeezing her vagina hard all the way, pushing my dick out. I had I to keep her from moving her hips too much so I could stay inside and keep kissing and fucking her. Making out while fucking is something that drives me absolutely nuts. Eventually I blew in condom, took it off and threw it on the floor.
We stayed lying on the bed, cuddling and not talking for a while until I had enough rest and got hard again. I pulled on a second condom and we went for a second round. At some point I flipped her on top and was holding her in my arms while pounding her and then suddenly she started whispering in my ear, “You like fucking this tight little pussy”. Hell yeah. She was right. “I like fucking this tight little pussy,” I replied.
When it was all over I asked her, “Do you want me to leave?”
“No,” she said, “I feel lonely in this big apartment”
So I stayed. She felt asleep pretty quickly. And she was snoring like a steam train. I just couldn’t fall asleep. Thinking about what I just did to BPD. I knew she knew what was up and I still had feelings for her.
I didn’t sleep that night. Checking my watch every now and then until the clock hit about 7 am.
I got out of bed and dressed, waking up Hong Kong girl.
“I have to go,” I told her, “Let’s keep in touch.”
“I don’t have your number,” she said.
We exchanged WhatsApp numbers and I went for a walk of shame home.
She texted me a thirty minutes after I left.
As I got back home, I checked my messages. BPD was sending me walls of texts till 2 am. She went nuts, went out drinking till 2 am. I told her what I did the night before. Rubbed it on her face. I will never be monogamous with anyone. I will cheat, I will hurt, I will manipulate. I am a monster. But that night felt so good, I wouldn’t change a thing.
Yoylo PUA 