Estonian Interludes

Before summarising my Christmas with my little 20 year old blonde Estonian, I’ll first reminisce on that July Sunday evening in Tallinn Old Town when we first met, as well as discuss the intervening period where conventional PUA wisdom would have said that this lead was dead.  

For those of you who read my earlier blog-post summarising my last Estonian trip, you will recall the SDL near-miss with a beautiful feline, leggy and elegant blonde. As we sat drinking wine together on Christmas Eve, we returned to how we first met. She told me how she had saw me sat on the seat people watching. She said that she knew I was going to talk to her. She said she thought to herself at the time, “He’s going to get up and say hello…now”. She laughed as she reflected on this memory, and she said she found it so amusing that this is exactly what happened. It was so insightful to hear this from the girl’s viewpoint. The things they pick up on, the minutiae, the fine detail. Despite not giving off overt IOI she admitted to slightly changing her pace and direction (I picked up on this at the time). In her mind she said she 100% knew I was going to talk to her and she enjoyed the certainty of this when I did approach.

Long-story short, I pushed for the SDL very hard with escalation in the park. My attempt failed and I walked her to meet her friend who had just finished work around midnight.

I pinged her the next day, but I didn’t hear from her again on that trip.

Over the coming months, in-between the odd sporadic Whatsapp and Instagram massage, she explained how my clumsy attempts to seduce her were very off-putting and the main reason our interaction stalled and we did not meet again that week. The weeks and months passed by. Low-interest messages were exchanged, some would say my value was being sapped. Despite this, when we spoke over Christmas, she admitted that she saw something in me and said that there were enough “quality attributes to me” that merited another chance. She simply said that this was down to me and how I would manage the interaction thereafter. I would ping her from time to time with little to no meat on the bones reply to warrant this being viewed as anything more than a dead lead. Time passed. More learned PUA than me as well as received PUA orthodoxy stated that:

This lead is dead delete after two attempts to re-engage.

From time to time she would throw me a bone which I would take, only to be met with more communication stalemate. The fish (me) was on the hook. Fast forward to late October and we initiated more conversation in earnest – on Halloween – to be exact. She asked me about my Instagram story (I was on my annual Halloween venture to Northumberland visiting castles and haunted battlegrounds). This began a new phase of comfort building that been annulled from my high-risk high-reward attempt on the park-lay that Sunday night in July. Over the next week, the conversation turned to meeting. Any by mid-November, it was agreed she would visit Newcastle for Christmas. The weeks passed, telephone conversations developed and we began to learn a lot more about each other. Nothing sexual. No requests for dirty pictures. Just value building and comfort. Despite this, I still felt some uncertainty that she would indeed come. Her Christmas was essentially free as both of her parents live abroad. But the day came and I received a picture of her boarding her plane so off I went to pick her up.

I arrived at Edinburgh at midnight and sent her the instructions to meet me outside of the airport. Walking towards me was a lithe, elegant blonde. I recognised her immediately. She was dressed in tight black leather effect trousers and a black three-quarter coat. We both smiled and hugged. I dropped her bag into my boot and began the 2+ hour drive back to my home. As we had already had multiple lengthy telephone conversations over the last month the car journey was relaxed and comfortable. We spoke about everyday things and reiterated our mutual surprise and excitement that we were now together for Christmas.

We arrived at my home for precisely 03:00 and we sat and relaxed. She wanted to repeat our first meeting that Sunday evening in Tallinn and drink red wine with me. So I opened a bottle wine (she jokingly criticised my choice of Morrisons Finest) and we talked and relaxed together for 2 hours. Eventually, we both couldn’t stay awake any longer and we made our way upstairs. I had no intention to initiate anything sexual. I wanted to wait until Christmas Eve. I climbed into bed and she joined me after visiting the bathroom. Under the warmth of the table light she slowly undressed to reveal her beautiful and athletic body. She undressed down to her tiny lace panties and climbed into bed next to me. I was immediately as hard as iron. Seconds later I was inside her and we fucked for 15 minutes slowly and passionately before we both collapsed and fell asleep. Six hours later I woke with her nestled into me, my arms enveloping her. Attempts for round 2 were rebuffed (she was far from a morning person). It wasn’t until she was awake, washed and had brushed her teeth that she joined me back in bed. Across the morning we lay there and talked and it all felt so fantastic and natural. Despite the age difference I felt like I could talk to this girl about anything.

We went for dinner that evening and she was dressed in a light lace dress, slightly bohemian, with black pantyhose and tight thigh boots. She looked incredible. After the meal, we stood at the bar and she was nestled into me, facing into me. Our bodies locked tight. My hands would periodically slip up the inside of the dress and caress her ass. Several couples left and each one of the females would cast us an envious glance. She had picked up on this and she loved the power. It was at this point that she mentioned how much she loved our male/female polarity. The contrast of my size to hers was an aphrodisiac to her. The combinations of her conversation, elegance and femininity was intoxicating to me. I could not keep my hands of her. All of this combined for a very good chemistry that we both were feeding off quite greedily.

We arrived home in perfect girlfriend/boyfriend mode. I made attempts to change out of my shirt and blazer but she said she wanted me dressed smart. We stood (not sat) in my front room for an hour drinking gin & tonics as if we were on a date in a bar. Touch, tension, smiles and conversation. We talked about everything. She surprisingly revealed that she was an Estonian “Nationalist” and that she would never speak Russian to people, and when Estonian people spoke Russian to her she would continue in Estonian. She listed Adolf Hitler and The Ottoman Empire as two of her fascinations in life. She ruminated on our blue eyes and how our children would be strong and pure. She was a sexual, compulsive, original and fascinating. Before long I had peeled her dress up over her black pantyhose and turned her around, ordering her onto the floor. We fucked for 30 minutes until my knees were bleeding and cuddled up on the sofa in our lounge pants and vests.

As we lay there on the sofa she allowed her imagination to flow:

“Imagine this is our life…you coming from work…and me…the good wife at home…having cleaned and cooked…waiting on my knees to suck your dick when you walked through the door” There was no irony to this. She meant it.

We watched Christmas movies and fell asleep.

Christmas Day arrived and we cooked dinner together and made carrot cake. Listening to Christmas Songs and sharing gin & tonics slowly across the afternoon. We were immersed in each other. As we cooked I took her over my kitchen sink, she begged me to fill her with cum. Hours later, with candles lit and curled up on the sofa she looked at me with that knowing look of a horny girl, and walked up stairs. I sat there with an idea of exactly what was coming. She slowly appeared around the door in black stockings and heels, wearing the tiny little red Christmas dress that I had bought her. We fucked again in various positions on my sitting room floor, before she looked at me and said,

“I need to taste your cum. Daddy…I want you to cum in my mouth”

I duly obliged. She kneeled on the floor and she slowly wanked me into her mouth. She finished by licking her fingers and entered full housecat mode. Completely feminine and submitted. Comfortable and happy.

I took her for her train at 6am that Boxing Day morning. It had been a beautiful adventure.

We have spoken regularly since and she wants to return to England to see me in 2020. Of course I will see this girl again. I find her combination of beauty, style, femininity and class utterly beguiling. As we all know, these attributes occur very readily in Eastern and Central European girls, but are vanishingly rare in Western females. So from meeting this girl on that hot summer evening, through to seeing her next over Christmas represents to me yet another incredible chapter in my Daygame adventure. It is not without caveats, of course. Women like this are by definition the absolute goal of men the world over. And it would seem counter-intuitive to go through all of this legwork only to ‘let it go’ and not want to develop this more formally. But this is the key lesson from Game and the key lesson from Red Pill: Game teaches us the method and means to interface with women like these on our terms. Red Pill ensures that we understand the finite nature of the interaction. Beautiful women such as these (almost half my age) have a life ahead of them; they will meet many men and break hearts, and have their hearts broken. But I enter this, now, knowing firmly that this is a finite deal. She will move on, and I must move on – eventually. One of the best compliments she paid me was her very acknowledgment of this fact, when she said:

“You are the type of man I will seek out. You have the features I need in a man. The way you are. And the man who gives me children will be you”.

Of course, she was speaking figuratively. But the message is clear. Women still seek and desire men with goals, masculinity and purpose in life. This is less common in places in the UK where the Welfare State has become a proxy for Fatherhood, but in other places there are women who are actively purposed towards the male-female dynamic.

Long may this continue.