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I was invited to two house parties on 19 November.
This is always great fun as you get into a social mood at the first party and then rock into the second one while people are still warming up socially like the king of the hill.
I walked into the second party it must have been 10.30 p.m. or so with a buddy I hadn't seen in a fair few months, as he lives abroad. So on top of the social momentum built up at the first house party, I was also in a good mood due to being able to bond again with this dude.
As soon as I walked into the second party I greeted everyone in the South European way, with handshakes (guys) and kisses on both cheeks (girls). One of the girls was this pretty Polish blonde with blue eyes and a devilish look about her (HB Polish Blonde). She told me she'd met me before at another party more than a month ago. Eventually, it dawned on me who she was - yes, we'd exchanged a few pleasantries at that other shindig.
Then this girl's Polish girlfriend appeared. She was more stylish than her, a brunette with blonde bangs, and taller, but not as pretty - I would call her plainish (HB Polish Brunette). This new arrival made a big thing of not greeting anyone and just sticking around HB Polish Blonde. Despite all that, I could see, from the corner of my eye, that she kept darting furtive glances at my buddy and me. It's no secret that chicks are drawn to good vibes. And we were the epicenter of the good vibes at that party.
So at one point I just went up to HB Polish Brunette and told her: "Hey, I noticed you looking over, I guess you wanna meet us. I'm Bismarck" What followed was some back and forth where I suppose I was mildly ball-busting, in a sort of cheerfully flirty way. She lapped it all up. So much so that around 12.30 a.m., when we made to leave the flat, and I went to say goodbye to the two Polish baes, they were disheartened that I was "leaving so soon" and, after I told them, "But you'll be at [so-and-so]'s next party, right? So we'll be in touch" Brunette suddenly blurts out this gem: "Can I have your something?" and hands me her smartphone.
I typed in my number and told her to text me on WhatsApp. I looked expectantly at Blonde but she said: "We'll stay in touch through Brunette".
Le lendemain matin...
The next morning I got a text from Brunette with callback humor from the previous night's chat. I used it to propose we meet up for a drink. She said she "still had a boyfriend" and I told her "it's okay, tell him I'm your gay friend so he won't feel jealous" to which she retorted "fair enough" which didn't seem to me like a very enthusiastic response, so I dropped her from my mind.
A week later, she texted me out of the blue to ask me about something again from the conversation we'd had at the party. At this point, I just thought this girl was an attention seeker, so I didn't rush to respond. I even considered ignoring her. But after another week I decided to respond. She texted back very soon.
Then yesterday, two weeks after our last conversation, I texted her reminding her to let me know when another house party took place at that special apartment in a certain neighborhood here that she and Blonde were talking about during our chat at the party.
And she came back with "You wanna get a drink later?"
Lmao.
I said "I'm busy during the day but in the evening it might work"
She responded "Cool let me know"
Then at around 6.30, I said "Let's say 9.30/10 in xyz bar"
She said "Ok"
Then later she asked "So 10? I can't stay super long"
I said "9.30"
At 9.45 she texted me to tell me she was there and I walked over to meet her. The bar was full, as was the next one I took her to, and the third one was charging a cover charge of 9 euros. So we settled on a fourth joint in the gay area. All these bars are within a 10-minute walk radius of my studio.
We sat at a tiny circular table in this stylish bar with painted tiles on the walls and floors, a big chandelier on the ceiling, and other accouterments. The music was a bit too upbeat and sort of off-kilter for a Sunday night, but it would have to do. The beer was cheap. She was sitting a slight distance from me, and we started chatting about this and that. I tried to add spice here and there, to veer the conversation to sex and relationships.
She was talking about how she'd felt jealous of her "ex-boyfriend" (just some dude she was fucking, who she wasn't even completely exclusive with) when he'd invited her over to his place and had an old flame there with him. I held her hand to test the waters. She held my hand back with gusto. The KIOM.
From experience, she seemed pretty green at this point. I still drew it out a little longer just to make sure to cover all my bases in terms of setting beneficial frames, going over how unjudgemental I am (always framing "Polish girls" as things that are beneficial to me like "open-minded, adventurous, passionate, free" compared with [women from my country], whilst giving examples) and how I understand the need for discretion. I grabbed her stool and pushed it towards me, so now we were chatting really close to each other and I could see her staring at my lips.
Then luckily the bar was closing early since it was Sunday night so the guy said they were closing. It was 10.50 p.m. I told her "let's get a nightcap." She said "Ok but not here." I said "no I meant a glass of wine at my place" She said "Ok"
I walked her home after paying the bill for both of us. Didn't hold her hand or waist on the way there as it's fucking freezing cold.
At my place we chatted a bit, I got her sparkling water with lemon and cracked open a short beer can for myself, then she stood up and I took her by the waist and we started spooning, and she said she "thought I was gay" because of that text I'd sent her (plausible deniability worked). She also said: "So you think you're good in bed, huh?" I responded: "that's for you to decide" She said: "you kept showing concern about my exes being good in bed or not". I said, "What about you? Do you consider yourself good in bed?" And she responded, "I've received positive feedback".
I started making out with her and took all her upper garments off (she wore no bra) and my own, which she avidly helped with, but then tried to go for her jean button, she stopped me and said "I don't think I'm ready for that, not tonight" and rebuttoned her jeans.
I took it easy and kissed her a bit more, took a sip from my can, trying again for the button. This time she stopped everything and announced she was "Having lots of conflicting thoughts" and needed to "go home." I was unreactive, and in fact, made as if to get my PJ t-shirt.
She put all her upper garments back on and came to kiss me. We embraced, and after a bit, I started taking all her upper garments off again. She said "what are you doing?" incredulously and I grabbed her by the waist and threw her on the bed and started making out hungrily with her while I pinned her arms down behind her head. Then I opened her jeans button and got my finger into her pussy quickly. Then she got super into it and helped me get the rest of her lower garments off.
Then off came mine and the rest is history. She insisted I rubber up. The girl was a feisty devil. Completely bonkers, one of the cray-cray ones. Still, the sex was amazing, like a porno. Then we chatted for a while post-coital. She's just turned 34, doesn't shave her armpits, has two tattoos, great tits, very spankable ass cheeks, cute moles on her soft skin, beautiful blue/green eyes, and is super reactive and sexy in bed. Was jabbering about the patriarchy and privilege and I was having fun getting to know her mind and giving her a piece of my own.
We settled on seeing each other again in a week's time but today over next-day texts she started griping about how I'd been a bit too pushy with not liking condoms the night before and how her "psycho ex" had said similar things so she "can't deal with this right now."
Personally, I feel she's just trying to find a good reason to leave it at ONS, which to be fair I'm ok with. Girl's not all that either, ey!
Was nice to bust a nut after 1.5 months without, but as usual (since my back isn't fully healed yet) back pain returned as a consequence...
If you enjoyed reading, leave a comment! Happy to clarify anything else you guys might need help with.
This is always great fun as you get into a social mood at the first party and then rock into the second one while people are still warming up socially like the king of the hill.
I walked into the second party it must have been 10.30 p.m. or so with a buddy I hadn't seen in a fair few months, as he lives abroad. So on top of the social momentum built up at the first house party, I was also in a good mood due to being able to bond again with this dude.
As soon as I walked into the second party I greeted everyone in the South European way, with handshakes (guys) and kisses on both cheeks (girls). One of the girls was this pretty Polish blonde with blue eyes and a devilish look about her (HB Polish Blonde). She told me she'd met me before at another party more than a month ago. Eventually, it dawned on me who she was - yes, we'd exchanged a few pleasantries at that other shindig.
Then this girl's Polish girlfriend appeared. She was more stylish than her, a brunette with blonde bangs, and taller, but not as pretty - I would call her plainish (HB Polish Brunette). This new arrival made a big thing of not greeting anyone and just sticking around HB Polish Blonde. Despite all that, I could see, from the corner of my eye, that she kept darting furtive glances at my buddy and me. It's no secret that chicks are drawn to good vibes. And we were the epicenter of the good vibes at that party.
So at one point I just went up to HB Polish Brunette and told her: "Hey, I noticed you looking over, I guess you wanna meet us. I'm Bismarck" What followed was some back and forth where I suppose I was mildly ball-busting, in a sort of cheerfully flirty way. She lapped it all up. So much so that around 12.30 a.m., when we made to leave the flat, and I went to say goodbye to the two Polish baes, they were disheartened that I was "leaving so soon" and, after I told them, "But you'll be at [so-and-so]'s next party, right? So we'll be in touch" Brunette suddenly blurts out this gem: "Can I have your something?" and hands me her smartphone.
I typed in my number and told her to text me on WhatsApp. I looked expectantly at Blonde but she said: "We'll stay in touch through Brunette".
Le lendemain matin...
The next morning I got a text from Brunette with callback humor from the previous night's chat. I used it to propose we meet up for a drink. She said she "still had a boyfriend" and I told her "it's okay, tell him I'm your gay friend so he won't feel jealous" to which she retorted "fair enough" which didn't seem to me like a very enthusiastic response, so I dropped her from my mind.
A week later, she texted me out of the blue to ask me about something again from the conversation we'd had at the party. At this point, I just thought this girl was an attention seeker, so I didn't rush to respond. I even considered ignoring her. But after another week I decided to respond. She texted back very soon.
Then yesterday, two weeks after our last conversation, I texted her reminding her to let me know when another house party took place at that special apartment in a certain neighborhood here that she and Blonde were talking about during our chat at the party.
And she came back with "You wanna get a drink later?"
Lmao.
I said "I'm busy during the day but in the evening it might work"
She responded "Cool let me know"
Then at around 6.30, I said "Let's say 9.30/10 in xyz bar"
She said "Ok"
Then later she asked "So 10? I can't stay super long"
I said "9.30"
At 9.45 she texted me to tell me she was there and I walked over to meet her. The bar was full, as was the next one I took her to, and the third one was charging a cover charge of 9 euros. So we settled on a fourth joint in the gay area. All these bars are within a 10-minute walk radius of my studio.
We sat at a tiny circular table in this stylish bar with painted tiles on the walls and floors, a big chandelier on the ceiling, and other accouterments. The music was a bit too upbeat and sort of off-kilter for a Sunday night, but it would have to do. The beer was cheap. She was sitting a slight distance from me, and we started chatting about this and that. I tried to add spice here and there, to veer the conversation to sex and relationships.
She was talking about how she'd felt jealous of her "ex-boyfriend" (just some dude she was fucking, who she wasn't even completely exclusive with) when he'd invited her over to his place and had an old flame there with him. I held her hand to test the waters. She held my hand back with gusto. The KIOM.
From experience, she seemed pretty green at this point. I still drew it out a little longer just to make sure to cover all my bases in terms of setting beneficial frames, going over how unjudgemental I am (always framing "Polish girls" as things that are beneficial to me like "open-minded, adventurous, passionate, free" compared with [women from my country], whilst giving examples) and how I understand the need for discretion. I grabbed her stool and pushed it towards me, so now we were chatting really close to each other and I could see her staring at my lips.
Then luckily the bar was closing early since it was Sunday night so the guy said they were closing. It was 10.50 p.m. I told her "let's get a nightcap." She said "Ok but not here." I said "no I meant a glass of wine at my place" She said "Ok"
I walked her home after paying the bill for both of us. Didn't hold her hand or waist on the way there as it's fucking freezing cold.
At my place we chatted a bit, I got her sparkling water with lemon and cracked open a short beer can for myself, then she stood up and I took her by the waist and we started spooning, and she said she "thought I was gay" because of that text I'd sent her (plausible deniability worked). She also said: "So you think you're good in bed, huh?" I responded: "that's for you to decide" She said: "you kept showing concern about my exes being good in bed or not". I said, "What about you? Do you consider yourself good in bed?" And she responded, "I've received positive feedback".
I started making out with her and took all her upper garments off (she wore no bra) and my own, which she avidly helped with, but then tried to go for her jean button, she stopped me and said "I don't think I'm ready for that, not tonight" and rebuttoned her jeans.
I took it easy and kissed her a bit more, took a sip from my can, trying again for the button. This time she stopped everything and announced she was "Having lots of conflicting thoughts" and needed to "go home." I was unreactive, and in fact, made as if to get my PJ t-shirt.
She put all her upper garments back on and came to kiss me. We embraced, and after a bit, I started taking all her upper garments off again. She said "what are you doing?" incredulously and I grabbed her by the waist and threw her on the bed and started making out hungrily with her while I pinned her arms down behind her head. Then I opened her jeans button and got my finger into her pussy quickly. Then she got super into it and helped me get the rest of her lower garments off.
Then off came mine and the rest is history. She insisted I rubber up. The girl was a feisty devil. Completely bonkers, one of the cray-cray ones. Still, the sex was amazing, like a porno. Then we chatted for a while post-coital. She's just turned 34, doesn't shave her armpits, has two tattoos, great tits, very spankable ass cheeks, cute moles on her soft skin, beautiful blue/green eyes, and is super reactive and sexy in bed. Was jabbering about the patriarchy and privilege and I was having fun getting to know her mind and giving her a piece of my own.
We settled on seeing each other again in a week's time but today over next-day texts she started griping about how I'd been a bit too pushy with not liking condoms the night before and how her "psycho ex" had said similar things so she "can't deal with this right now."
Personally, I feel she's just trying to find a good reason to leave it at ONS, which to be fair I'm ok with. Girl's not all that either, ey!
Was nice to bust a nut after 1.5 months without, but as usual (since my back isn't fully healed yet) back pain returned as a consequence...
If you enjoyed reading, leave a comment! Happy to clarify anything else you guys might need help with.