After much of April and May on the road, it felt nice to be home and focus on finishing my book. For most of June, I settled into a steady routine of getting up around 7 am and sipping on a cup of tea before settling down to do some writing. The days blended into weeks and before long a month had passed under the steady routine of writing, gym and generally enjoying the peace and quiet. Most evenings were spent trying to watch a movie before going to bed at 10 pm and drifting off to sleep with an audiobook. Despite an SDL (SDL #1) with a 22 year-old Geordie girl here in Newcastle and a few sets here and there, the itch grew and I had the urge to get abroad but the flights from Newcastle to Poland were obscene so I found a path to Warsaw via Zadar in Croatia which along with my accommodation for 7 nights was basically the same price as just the outward fight from Newcastle. Croatia, Why not. It’s another fridge magnet. A bit of sightseeing seeing for a couple of days and a swim. Perfect. 

Croatia

I boarded the busy flight to Zadar at 6 am and was at my accommodation at 10 am. I booked a shared room of 4 in little hostel as I was only there for one night and felt there was only a silver of a chance of meeting a girl that day. I left my bags and went out for a walk into the Old Town. I had been up since 4 am but you know how it is in a new place, the excitement carries you through. It was a wet and windy day but the streets were filled with tourists and it felt good to do some sightseeing and just enjoy the excitement of being in a new place. Almost immediately I noticed an incredibly leggy milf wearing stiletto heels with skin-tight jeans and an obvious set of delicious, proud fake tits. Yes, she was older, but she had immense sex appeal and was in amazing shape. I have to open this, I thought. I have to fuck this, I fantasised. She ducked into a bank and made her way to what appeared to be a formal appointment. I milled around for a while and tried to get a coffee from a couple of places adjacent to the bank but they were cash only. She seemed deeply engrossed in her bank meeting so I gave up and made my way to find a much-needed coffee. I spent the next few hours walking around the Old Town and appreciating the feel of this little coastal area. I opened a Ukrainian tourist but she wasn’t in the least interested and refused to even look at me as she continued to take pictures of the buildings. Later in the afternoon, I found a bar and ordered a pilsner and sat outside as the weather improved. There were two blonde girls sitting at the adjacent table. One of them was hot and I started to design my opening in my head as I sipped on my beer. The fit brunette bar girl (SDL #2) came outside and spoke to them as if she knew them and then made a point of smiling at me. My senses tingled. I’d seen that look before. The less attractive of the two blondes got up to go and speak to someone she saw walk past, so I opened the hot blonde indirectly, Hey, my 4G has dropped, what’s the weather like tomorrow? Please tell me it’s not going to be as shit as this weather today? She smiled and suggested I connect to her hotspot. We exchanged a bit of small talk before her friend called her over and they left abruptly. The hot brunette came back out and smiled at me again and asked if I wanted another pilsner. I gave her a stern look before grinning and saying, of course I do with an air of playful admonishment. She brought my drink and held my eye as she placed it on the table and gave me a cheeky, knowing smile. Something felt too good to be true, but I was going in anyway.

I finished my drink and went inside to pay the bill. The brunette was standing at the edge of the bar and we started talking. She was very affable and confident. I asked her what time she finished work and she told me at midnight. I instantly responded with the minimum of fuss,  meet me at 12. Let’s get a drink then, I said. Where are you staying, she replied instantly. I can come straight to yours. 

We swapped numbers and instantly began speaking on WhatsApp. She was very invested and said that I looked cold and distant and that she liked it. She also told me the two blonde girls were strippers and she warned them off me and that I was hers. It all felt too good to be true. It was by now around 8 pm and I realised that I was going to need to book some alternate accommodation. There was no way I could take a girl back to a shared room. I opened AirBnB and found a nice apartment smack bang in the middle of Old Town and hurried back to the hostel to grab my things before going to meet my new host. Despite the fluster, I was settled into a lovely new pad for 9 pm and showered before going for a beer waiting for the inevitable sorry I can’t make it message. But it never came. She was on. She finished work slightly early and came straight to mine and we stood by my window looking out over the square and chatted. She was 20 years old and she hadn’t had sex in 8 months after a difficult break up. It was an unusual, but nice experience. She was a very attractive girl and really nice company. We kissed by the window but I was in no rush. Despite my tiredness I just enjoyed the conversation for an hour before I simply broke off the conversation, kissed her and undressed her and the sex came naturally. The blowjob was especially brilliant and she embarked upon the post-sex mouth-to-organ with a degree of vicious hunger that only a horny, sex-starved young woman can muster.

She left an hour or so later and I climbed into bed after having been up for 22 hours. It was a very novel experience and unusual to have a hot young girl be so direct and play so few games. I met up with her the next day and we had a drink together and she was just as lovely and warm. A very rare and novel episode. 

Warsaw

I woke up and packed and decided to have a lazy day. I was leaving Zadar that evening on an 11 pm flight so I spent most of the day relaxing on the beach before leaving for the airport at around 9 pm. I arrived in Warsaw at 1 am owing to a flight delay and grabbed a shower and fell straight to sleep with earplugs in and prayed for a nice 7 hours of sleep which I was grateful to get and woke feeling so much better. I always love those mornings in Poland where I wake up in a nice, rustic hotel after a decent sleep and begin my routine. The simple joy of making a cup of coffee and opening the windows and taking in the view and allowing the excitement to build naturally. It never ceases to provoke the same newbie sense of adventure. It is the engine to my daygame.

Krauser arrived that morning and he dropped his bag at my hotel until his AirBnB was ready and we went for breakfast and caught up on life. He was in good spirits and we did a few sets and just explored a few new places. Jimmy Jambone arrived the next day and the three of us spent much of the next 5 days together picking away at a few girls and enjoying coffees and beers in the July sunshine. It felt great to be there and the quality was great. I had a date that evening with a girl I met on my last trip (from a demo set for a student) but it sadly went nowhere. She was a very articulate Polish girl who had lived in the UK for 5 years and spoke Kings English – at times I simply couldn’t believe she was Polish. Unfortunately, we lacked chemistry and dropped into safe conversation and I simply failed to re-route it into more seductive territory. We did kiss, but she didn’t respond back to my second date request. We win some we lose some. 

One afternoon Nick and I were sat having a coffee in the Old Town taking a break from the scorching Sun. Nick got up to take a work call and I made idle conversation with two high-maintenance Polish club types taking selfies on the table next to us. As I did so, I noticed a gorgeous little brunette with plum-coloured highlights and a lovely tan. She was dressed in baggy jeans that hung low on her hips and her g-string was high across her hips. Her tiny waist was on show and her upper body was encased in a tight black lace top. She was a stunner. I instantly made my cold read and thought: I’m definitely not her type, she goes for estro-skateboarder types, could have a massive IG following, likely sells per pictures for thousands, attracts and eats orbiters, won’t hook, will age-reject etc etc. 

How wrong I was. 

I opened her with a statement about her fashion and made an inference about her personality and she instantly hooked and invested hard. I quickly established that she was 18, a sponsored athlete and doesn’t drink or smoke and actually lived a very boring life, being so dedicated to her sport. The set lasted several minutes. She was on her way shopping but I sensed an instant date, “why don’t you go and finish your shopping and we can meet up afterwards, go for a walk by the river and get a coffee and sit in the sun” She agreed and we swapped numbers and came back 30 minutes later. I said bye to Nick (he wanted a little look at her) and we made our way to the river. We sat and talked for a couple of hours and exchanged some tentative kisses. She had never had a boyfriend and was still a virgin. I realised that I had to take things very slowly here and build trust slowly and not come across too direct. It was still very man-to-woman, but I was mindful of the fact she told me that every single one of her male friends had tried it on with her. My take was to leave her under no illusion I wanted her, but to just enjoy getting to know her. She left after a few hours and the WhatsApp messaging was strong, We agreed to meet the next day and go to a local lake for a swim. 

We met up at the lake and walked along the river edge before we found a spot to ourselves. It was well over 30 degrees. She was dressed in a tiny little pair of black jean shorts and a tight black vest. I watched her strip down to her bikini and admired her tiny but athletic body. A great arse, a perfect waist and surprisingly full tits for a small girl. She had just got back from a family holiday so her body was deeply tanned. We swam and kissed a little more and sat on the river and talked. She made reference to the age difference between us but she was displaying all the signs of being at ease. I told her, “Sometimes these things happen in life. Young women like you who live slightly different lives to people of your age. You have your dedications and your passions but those around you don’t share them or understand yours. You’re experiencing the world and dealing with a lot of new emotions and what life is like as an adult. You should focus hard on yourself and what makes you happy and not be swayed by other people. Be true to yourself and don’t listen to others”

We sat and talked and she told me that no men had ever approached her on the street and that she was considering getting Tinder. I was astounded given how attractive she is. 

” When I saw you I felt something. A strong attraction, yes, and a desire to have you. I know that I am experienced and that you are not, but this is sometimes the best way. The way that girls want it, and the way that men want it“

She would stand close to me as we looked out over the lake. My arms draped over her front. I kissed her head and was pressed into her ass. She pulled the hair on my arms and played with my hands. She was taking the first steps in her journey of experiencing the World of Men.

Most guys she has met have asked for nudes and sex quickly. I feel in no rush to push this to an outcome. We have been in constant touch since I arrived back home and we are talking about going away somewhere together for a few days in August. 

The SDL with a 20-year-old

I said goodbye to the 18-year-old and kissed her once. She hugged me strongly for an extra few seconds before I got into my taxi. I arrived back at my hotel and showered. I had arranged 3 dates for my last evening and was due to meet a hot blonde Ukranian at 7 30 pm for drinks, a Polish minx at 8 30 pm (and I can’t remember who the third was). I left my hotel at 6 30 pm and decided to go for a drink at Pijania Wisnia. The sun was setting and the streets had that perfect energy. Everywhere I looked there was opportunities and the energy felt primed. I felt it all around me and I was intoxicated by it. I felt so connected to the energy and congruent with the mood. As I was walking along the street I noticed several girls but one of them stood out. She had light brown blonde natural hair, big green eyes and perfect skin (SDL #3). She was around 5″3 and was exactly the type of girl I like. Her small waist, and great thighs on show in her shorts and sporting a little 70s style t-shirt. She was walking in front of me and ducked into the shop so I waited for her to leave and followed her a short distance. She took a left just off the main pedestrian traffic and I opened her just as she reached a tram stop. 

“Hope you don’t mind saying, but I noticed your eyes. But I also noticed this t-shirt – ‘if it’s naughty and kinky – I like it‘ 

She laughed at my deliberate misinterpretation of her t-shirt logo and thanked me for the compliment. We instantly settled into an authentic conversation. I waxed on the beauty of the evening and how I felt walking around in the moment, why I enjoyed it and what it meant to me. She was on a day off work and had just left the gym and was going to read her book in a coffee shop (she pulled the book out to show me). It was Jack Kerouac. We discussed him and other authors and what they meant to us. 

The instant date felt on and I was mindful of my dates but something about this experience resonated with all of the other SDLs I have had over the last few years. I also was very attracted to this girl. She was 20 years old and looked incredible. She looked at me and said,

“I was going to read my book, but maybe we could get a glass of Prosecco?’

And that was that. My instinct told me to cancel the dates and run this one forward. 

We walked to a little area of quiet bars that are well-off the normal day gamers track and spent the next few hours immersed in conversation that evolved into a velvety, sexual energy as dusk settled. One of my most important daygame skills is the way in which I manage my dates with the correct balance of leading, intellect and sexual intent. It felt the most natural thing in the world to suggest that we get a bottle of Prosecco and go back to my place because she was physically and emotionally invested in the outcome just as much as I was. 

We arrived back at my place with a big bag of ice and a bottle of Prosecco. I opened the windows onto the street in the hope of experiencing a thunderstorm as there had been a distant rumble of a thunder and the skies were battleship grey and angry. We drank Prosecco and undressed and explored each other with lots of foreplay leading to some 3 hours of sex across their bedroom and on the window sill. The sex was incredible. We sat naked talking at the window as people chatted on the street below. We didn’t care who could see us from the apartment blocks opposite. I have had several of these incredibly unique and emotive SDL experiences where body and mind converge for a few hours. I have found that some of them become etched experiences, that link us together for years, whereas others fade out almost as quickly as they lasted. 

She left at 1 am. I walked her to her Uber and spent the next few minutes leaning against a lamp post watching groups of drunk tourists walk past me. I admired the beauty of the buildings and the girls as they made their way to tram stops. I listened to the sounds of the street before walking back to my apartment, tired but content. 

BroodingSea, July 2023

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