Report: Colombian 🇨🇴 Daygame

Lay Report

Columbian Minx

It had been a decent day running hard suggestive Game at some very cute, young students in and around my favourite venues. I had stopped off for a pint of Guinness and to reflect, before moving toward the Old Town at around 5pm.

I saw a well-dressed small girl, around 5”3 in height, slim and in a nice winter coat. I could see her shapely legs in tights and her waist-length black hair suggested an immediate contrast to some of the far-lighter haired girls of this city.
I opened her with an unusually indirect opener because I was yet to see her face and wanted to have the exit-node of plausible deniability if the face didn’t fit.

She stopped and I immediately realised she wasn’t European. We entered into a conversation and the set grounded pretty quickly. She was a Columbian undergraduate studying politics and was a little bit short and sharp at times, I could sense she was intelligent and probably imbued with some feminist strands. I took her number and exited the set to drink 15 year old Glenfiddich in a small bar off the square I use sometimes for dates.
The Whatsapp conversation moved forward gradually. She was clearly averse to any form of overt flirting and would shut the channel down if I tried to push against that door too hard. She even blocked me at one point, before messaging back to say she had over-reacted and was sorry. Nevertheless, this particular text conversation remains (for me) a very good exercise in showing patience and holding frame. Despite what many of the twats say on Twitter (most of them with 2k plus followers are clueless) their advice proved sorely remiss as the lead built and she eventually broke; turning into a turned-on and submissive mess long before I was sat with her in that same bar drinking 15 year old Glenfiddich with her a mere 2 weeks later.

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I arrived in her city early that evening and showered and did a couple of warm up sets before meeting her at 8pm. As agreed, she turned up in black stockings, tight black skirt and heels. She looked sexy and I felt good about my chances. We started off basically catching up in a couple of venues, but I wasn’t afraid to escalate hard – and early. My hands were on her thighs. I was sexually overt. She had in earlier messages said there was no sex on the cards tonight and reiterated this again. But the stockings screamed a different message…

We moved to a cellar bar where the Russian virgin told me I was going to be her first on New Year’s Eve. By now I was a bit tipsy and so was she. The cellar was deserted and the lights were off. I could tell she was feeling adventurous and she had that glint in her eye. She stood up and began to unbelt my jeans. She wasn’t messing around. She wanted to suck me off there and then so I capitalised by pushing back and kissing her before telling her we were leaving. I immediately bounced her from the bar straight to my apartment which was basically 60 seconds away. There was no LMR. She was very horny and we fucked a couple of times across the night and again in the early morning. She has a really nice little body and her attitude was completely feminine once she submitted. By the morning post-mortem she was pretty resigned to the fact that ‘I do this a lot’ and she said this with a light smirk. She was horny and good company.

I didn’t get to see seduce again that trip, other than when she saw me walking through the city with an instant date, 2 days later, and when I returned her watch to her on Wednesday night, when I was on a Google Translate date with a cute Ukranian.