The First Night: Reckless Pleasure
I was about to wrap up a session with my wing in Prague wen I saw her. Or more accurately, when she saw me. We were strolling up Wenceslas square on our way to get dinner when we walked past a girl with a baseball cap and short black skirt. She had wavy blonde hair, short stature, and that typical Czech face. She threw me a monster IOI that both of us caught. I dashed after her and opened.
“Excuse me,” I said, “I can’t believe you just looked at me that way.” She smirked as I continued. “You know, I have feelings. And emotions. And you’re looking at me like I’m a piece of Belgian chocolate! I feel violated.” A bit corny, but she lapped it up and feigned concern. Attraction was done. “Oohh you’re from Belgium!” she exclaimed. “I love Belgium! I’m learning Dutch and am moving to Ghent to study medicine next week.” I couldn’t believe my luck: I bumped into a yes-girl with a love for my culture. The set was essentially cycling downhill from there. I pinged her that same evening and she replied enthusiastically.
We met the next day in a coffee bar. She was over an hour late, properly pissing me off. But when I finally met her by the tram stop on Wenceslas square (where I opened her), the set felt so on I soon forgot all my anger. I bounced her to Head Shot Coffee, a nice little coffee bar next to the secluded park. As we sat down on the terrace, we saw two elderly tarts sipping wine. Given my girl seemed keen, I decided to skip the coffee and start our date with a glass of wine - she happily agreed.
No date is complete without a session of the Question Game which cemented my belief I was going to get laid - this girl was a proper rebel: molly at 15, highly sexual, hyper-feminine, and no stranger to the club scene (nor its cocaine). I made a mental note to wear a condom for this one1. I kissed her 30 minutes into the date as we both stood to “help het stretch”. She offered no resistance at all.
I bounced her to the same dark seedy cocktail bar I bounced the Swiss girl to. As we were essentially daydrinking (at 7 PM) the bar wasn’t busy this time. Before going there I had offered her a glass of wine at mine, but she said she wanted to be outside a bit more. From this I figured that building comfort was my next play. We ordered cocktails and dived into conversation. Although I added a couple of spikes, I focused mostly on her past and future and her hopes and dreams. She had six siblings, troubled strictly Catholic2 family situation1, but was above-average intelligent but not overly bright - although she sure thought she was. She want outside for a smoke and I followed her to keep her company (and shove my tongue down her throat some more). She smoked these God-awful Iqos electrical cigarettes, but I was craving a nicotine rush looking into her green eyes and red lips wrapped around the cigarette butt. “Oh well, time for another conscious bad decision,” I thought, and reached for the forbidden fruit. “Are you sure?” She asked. I didn’t reply, inhaled the toxic fumes, and focused on catching the dopamine wave as I felt the chemicals light up my neurons like a Christmas tree. I pressed my lips onto hers and exhaled the smoke through my nose into her golden blonde hair, feeling the rush roll over my body from my chest all the way to my finger tips. We went inside and finished a second round of drinks. I mistakenly tipped the barman 20 Euro for 30 Euro worth of drinks and bounced her home.
The sex was out of this world. I rarely felt so connected to and so horny for a girl. I just couldn’t get enough of her. Perhaps this is a good time to add that she was 19 years old. Her body showed no signs of age: smooth silky hair, clear bright skin (some light acne on the face), and a youthful vitality that makes her energy and excitement nearly inexhaustible. We fucked like rabbits - I don’t know for how long. “I want you to come inside me!” she exclaimed, digging her nails into my back. Ever so the gentlemen, I complied with her request. I ruminated on the fact that the last time I creampied a girl without wearing protection was my then 32 year old girlfriend. That was six years ago. This Czech girl is literally half her age.
“Is the pill that common in Czechia?” I probed as I leant outside the window smoking the pack I bought on the way. “Oh, I’m not using any, but it’s fine, I’m three days away from my period,” she said.
I lit up another cigarette and stared into the darkness below.
The next morning I decided to me more sensible and creampied her ass instead.