This was my first solid number on my first 2026 trip to Istanbul. A short, nice-looking, Turkish local with wavy brown hair and light-brown eyes. I opened her in a side street of the main Nişantaşı shopping street.

The set was rather light and not overly sexual, but I could tell she was really into me. The number close was easy and we agreed to meet for coffee later. She was quite inexperienced, as would become clear later:

Day One

We met that evening outside Caffè Nero near metro Osmanbey. I took her to bar ZOI, conveniently right next to my apartment. She had one beer. I had a couple. I felt it was reasonably on and decided to bounce her to Maçka park to go on a walk.

It was already dark as we strolled through the park, but it wasn’t empty. I led her to a bench and proposed to sit. I smoked my cigarette while playing with her curls, thinking how much I love thick Turkish hair. She let me touch her hand and played with mine. It was time for the kiss and she offered no resistance.

I decided this was quite enough for today. I still had a week ahead of me so bouncing her home right there and then seemed uncalibrated. I walked her to the metro and said goodbye.

Day Two

We met later that week on Friday to explore Sultanahmet, the touristy area. I met her outside Yeni Mosque. The date itself was a bit boring. Her English was OK, but not great, and it all felt a bit too friendly. As we were queuing to some boring museum. She brought home-made blueberry cake¹ for us to eat on a picnic. Luckily, it started raining. This gave me the impulse to just take a risk and propose “let’s eat the blueberries at my place”.

To my surprise, the followed me. The date suddenly got interesting: I started dragging her by her hand as she was playing with my fingers. She must have gotten horny as she started to bump into me on the street. I was now making constant PDA’s like a proper chode with his first love. It was all pretty cute.

She expertly navigated the metro straight to my doorstep and came inside without resistance. I smoked a few more cigarettes and she eventually joined for a pull (naughty girl) and some kisses. I was now rubbing her all over. “Let’s go to the bed,” I said. She followed as we started to undress.

“This is good!” I thought, as I already congratulated myself on the easy lay. Alas, as I would repeatedly learn later, nothing comes easy in this city: the LMR soon reared its ugly head.

By now I was completely naked and she was only wearing her panties, with my dick in her mouth. Though greatly enjoying the moment, I just could not talk her out of her panties.

“I’m a virgin,” she said.

Damn. I have nothing against banging virgins, but I could sense she didn’t want to be deflowered tonight. I wasn’t the guy to do it: some sketchy European blondie that would leave next week. Perhaps she expected more from her first time?

… I’ll never know. She left and I haven’t seen her since. We texted back and forth a bit and I moved her to Long Game for now.

Overall, I’m quite happy with this experience.