When it’s not all that

Lay Report

Black and White Threesome – In true post-Newcastle Style

When you can’t get a wing to join you = threesome

I will start this report by saying straight-off the bat that there are only two things a man should not do. The first is to never sleep with co-workers unless you can guarantee you never turn into a toxic little crying beta male when she sees through the artificial veneer of masculinity you wear and rejects you, tools you, and holds you up to the light. The second is to never sleep with feminists. And if you do, don’t sleep with two of them. And if you do this – don’t stay at their place doing a variety of substances until pretty much 6am.

The second of these I did. And I feel shit for it.

There you go, lads. The sum result of my second ever threesome – a SDL.

The weather over the last 2 months has been nothing short of spectacular in England. As we moved slowly out of the lockdown restrictions I decided to start some daygame with both Matt and Glen in a little part of Newcastle that I discovered last summer that is unusually concentrated with euro food shops and African culture shops. The student and continental footfall is decent. Both Matt and Glen have daygamed for a lot longer than me and I recall them turning their face and pretty much saying ‘you’re crazy mate’ when I started doing some work in this area. Fast forward to now, and as of today, I think I have done 17 sets with 6 numbers and 3 Instagrams in a week or so.

Monday had been a great day with some decent footfall but Tuesday was poor. I walked through the park and saw a good number of solo/paired girls sunbathing. But there was little on the streets. I walked past a black and white girl (I was perhaps 30 yards away) and looked at the girls and smiled. A second or so later I heard the black girl shout over,

“Hey don’t walk so fast”.

I could see her smiling. I gestured at her to come over to me. She refused and instead waved me over (huge frame test fail I can hear the theorists already screaming at their mother’s computer screens). I sat with the girls and we entered into conversation immediately. It was fun, flirty and easy-going. They were both on furlough leave from work and had bought a couple bottles of rose wine to drink in the park. They asked what I was doing in the area and I created some fiction that I was helping a female friend move into a street nearby. I said I would come back over later this afternoon, possibly with a friend, and we would have some drinks with them. They were keen for this and the black girl asked me to call her phone so she had my number. After 10 or 15 minutes I received a text and used this as a pretext to leave the set and continue some Game on the street. An hour or so later I Whatsapped the black girl and told her,

“Don’t get too tipsy…I want you in good shape for later”.

A couple of hours later she sent me a message to say they had went home to her friends and sent me the address and invited me over. By this point I was on my sofa, tired, hungry and a little unmotivated. I messaged both Glen and Matt to ask for a wing but Glen was not available and Matt must have been busy. I set off and picked up a couple of bottles of rose and arrived at the house which was just next to the park where we had first met. I sat on a single chair to the right of the sofa. The blonde was sat on the sofa and the black girl was sat on the floor in front of me. YouTube was on and I could tell the girls were a little tipsy and they also admitted they had done some coke. The conversation was very adult-like to begin with. Jobs, travel, home improvements. The black girl had taken her bra off and her nipples were well-exposed and the blonde girl commented on this which led to an easy segue into more sexual topics. I moved my leg out over the black girl’s thighs and she started caressing my foot and calf. The blonde girl was still sat on the sofa and there was empty space on the sofa to her right and my left. The conversation was by now comfortably sexual and the blonde in particular was waxing lyrical about her sexual history, likes and dislikes as was the black girl but to a less experimental degree (the former was strongly bisexual, the latter was not even though they have slept together).

At this stage I had escalated forward (during the period where more drinks were poured) to sit on the sofa and ask the black girl to sit to my right. I was now positioned in the centre of the sofa with both girls on my left and right. I do not recall the precise stages of the development but a light-hearted argument started on Tom Cruise movies. The movie quote in particular was ‘You can’t handle the truth’ which as most of us know was the famous line uttered by Jack Nicholson in the film A Few Good Men. For some reason at that time I could not recall the movie but I did turn to the black girl and say to her, if I guess this you will give me a blow job. There was no shock or anger or surprise just yes, OK I will. I changed the topic immediately at this point because I sincerely could not remember the name of the film. The music was playing and I got up to bring the wine in from the kitchen but as I did so I used Google to quickly obtain the name of the film and sat back down with the girls. The conversation remained sexual and the girls were entering into detail about their likes, kinks and experiences. Ten minutes later…

“A FEW GOOD MEN!” I blurted out.

I turned to look at the black girl and said to her you need to make good on your promise and looked back at the blonde and she agreed. It was with no objection. She tied her hair back and said,

‘I can’t believe I am going to do this’

before she moved onto the floor and I took my dick out and started wanking it. She started sucking me and I placed my left hand on the blonde girl’s thighs, moving it close to her inner thigh. She was staring at this with big, wide eyes. After five minutes or so I told the blonde that I wanted her to join in. She initially said no because ‘my friend likes you’ but within a few seconds the black girl had indicated her to join in. This went on for another five minutes or so, with both girls sucking me off. I really wanted to bang the blonde girl at this point more than the black girl, but the black girl stood up, turned around and pulled her knickers to one side and started riding me as she faced the TV. The blonde girl unzipped her shorts and started to masturbate and I then told her to stand up and she straddled me and rode me. Within a few more minutes I told her I was going to cum and she hopped off and I bent the black girl over and the blonde girl finished me over her arse. The sex was not anything spectacular but the blowjob was incredible – to see the different girls sucking me off like that was special.

And that was the high point of the evening.

Because by now the girls wanted more cocaine and were incapable of just sitting and having a couple of glasses of wine and talking and relaxing. As the night wore on, the black girl’s attitude became more and more hostile, resentful, and contemptuous of this country. The blonde girl would resort to political points centred on feminist tropes of the patriarchy and how she was oppressed. Each time I would question her position (e.g. if a patriarchy exists, then you yourself are a recipient of this with your university education, your job, your safety and security in this country). She would look at me with a complete syntax error expression on her face. It was quite evident that she had just digested soundbites, tropes and outright dogma and poison and had not devoted any critical thinking to her position whatsoever. As the night wore on, I became a little more uncomfortable. I actually wanted to bang the blonde again (I tried to when the black girl went to the shop) but she said her friend ‘really liked me but she would ask if it was ok’. But even this feeling toward the blonde dissipated.

By around late morning I had had enough. I did not get into Daygame for this. I got into Daygame for travel, feminine women and experiences I can remember with a smile and associate positive memories with. This one, despite the novelty, had become the antithesis to this. Here, I was with two essentially broken near-30 year olds who appeared to be habitual drug-users, were reckless, impulsive and equipped with all the negative attributes of feminism.

I told the blonde girl I was going to bed and she joined me in the hallway and said I would need to sleep in the spare room as there was no room in the main bed for the three of us. I told her this was no problem and I would head on in the morning. We both felt a little embarrassed for the actions of her black friend who was by now insular, snotty and absolutely verging on the aggressive.

I put my trainers on and walked out of the house.

The next day, tired, exhausted and feeling like shit, I ruminated on the night. I have been training quite a bit to try stay in shape with what limited means I have, and you know what my regrets were? Not having eaten a decent healthy meal that night, as well as having eaten shit across the next day. Perhaps I beat myself up a little too much on this. The all-night hedonism of drugs, drink and women who not intrinsically ‘partner material’ naturally leaves you thinking what was the point?

A lot of the girls I have met through Daygame (and Nightgame) over the last year I am still in touch with, have actually become friends with but I have still retained the strong sexual focus that drove the initial interactions. I am happy to keep in touch with the majority of these girls. But this most recent experience?

I will take a hard pass.