Hot, but crazy Westernised Polish girl

So I’d been leaving the gym and heading immediately into town to do some Daygame and try get into a good habit given my week in Estonia was only 5 days away. I’d been feeling pretty good having stripped the London Daygame Model back into a slightly different form that I felt a lot more comfortable executing. I didn’t care that I stunk of post-gym sweat. It felt more natural to think less and just get in amongst it.

I’d parked the car up and moved onto Northumberland Street to be met by a small, slim girl wearing black shorts and a black vest. She was sat on a public seat, fishing among the crap of her huge back looking for something.

Very cute, I thought to myself. Excellent body and she looked foreign. So what did I do? I walked past her with approach anxiety, and begin my long 1600m circuit of the main shopping arteries. I kicked myself after 10 minutes ruminating on my inaction and walked back to her, vainly hoping she was still there.

She was still there. I swore at myself for being a pussy and not opening her as soon as I’d saw her.

“hi (smile, pause)… I thought you looked nice and I wanted to come and say hello”

I jumped straight into a stack on her fashion choice. She hooked immediately and smiled asked my name and shook my hand. We immediately got into comfort conversation but I made it clear I thought she was fit and I wasn’t there waiting for a bus killing time. She was a 23 year old Polish girl who’d lived in Newcastle for a ten years. She was very pretty with strong features and a gorgeous little petite body. I’m not a fan of tattoos but the ones she had suited her. The set lasted some 10 minutes (I tried to Instadate) but we swapped numbers (she even opened a pack of jaffa cakes for us) and she asked me if I was free tomorrow night for a drink. She responded immediately to my ping and we exchanged a few more messages. Anyway, come the day she cancelled the date as she was a bit low on funds and even refused my offer to buy her a drink, no obligation. We agreed we’d meet up after I returned from Estonia. I kept the heat by pinging her a couple of pictures as I was away and she read my Instagram story feed, so I was on her mind.

She pinged my Instagram story on the Monday of my return, “so, you’re back in England” and we agreed to a date Friday. She was a bit back and forward with an indecisive mind but we agreed Newcastle for 8pm. She rocked up late at 8:30pm as if it was no thing, and she was dressed like a student. Very casual. She’d just updated her Instagram in a cute dress so I was a bit pissed off on two fronts. We sat in a bar across from each other and basically, she didn’t shut up. She’s a very clever woman on for a 1st class honours but her mind was all over the place with all sorts of ideas. Anyway, she bought the second drink but was still banging on so I reached over and placed my finger on her lips to tell her to be quiet. She looked at me and instinctively bit my finger.

It was on.

I took charge of the conversation and 30 minutes later told her we were leaving to mine for a drink. I got a little bit of token resistance but ignored it and led her to the car. On the way she asked me to l take her to McDonald’s where she spent 7 quid on shit (as if she needed more sugar). I poured us drinks at mine and we sat on the sofa and she was straight on top of me. Riding me with my curtains wide open before I took over and finished in her mouth. We had sex across the night as she stayed over. Very submissive and girly in the bedroom which made a lovely change to her persona out of it. I dropped her back in town next morning. Really stunning little body and a classic Polish low-8, all said.

Only downside is she’s a classic case of woman caught between two cultures, the “traditional” upbringing of her parents and the shitty, British dope-smoking brattish culture she’s also adopted here.

We are still in touch, and looking to get round 2 later this week.

BroodingSea