I was strolling on Unter Den Linden on a Saturday. My last lay had been in Istanbul and with over 170 sets with nothing but two kisses, my vibe was a toxic mix of desperation, rage and horniness. She suddenly appeared wearing tight jeans and a crop top that exposed her flat belly. I opened with a strong, sexual vibe and noticed she responded well, so I moved in quite close to her. We vibed a bit on her coming from Ukraine and she mentioned she was a professional dancer when I pointed out her sexy hips. “So what kind of dance do you do - Hip Hop or Ballet?” I asked. “I’m a pole dancer”. “Oh, alright”. At that point, a part of me knew I was going to fuck her tonight. I had to: she was leaving town tomorrow in the early morning.

She claims she “helps women become more confident”

I bounced her to an instant date in the Berliner Domcafé. The set felt really on. This girl liked me. As we were walking there, she explained that she in fact owned a pole dancing school - this couldn’t get any better. “You must be an adventurous girl” I said. Then she dropped the bomb: “Actually, I’m married”. Damn. I know Ukranian girls are expert at hustling men for attention and coffees, but this girl seemed really on. I decided to take the risk and continue the date and offer her a coffee to go.

She wanted to see Berlin so I lead her to Hackescher Markt. I wanted to probe how serious her marriage was, so I told her I’d drop her off at the metro station and rejoin my friends later tonight. She took the bait and said that “I no longer like him. We’re engaged and are on good terms, but we don’t love each other anymore.” Great, that’s the green light I needed. I dropped her off at the metro station (so she could catch her pole dance course) and told her I’d rejoin her in the evening. I have this weird habit of making a run for the train when I see it standing on the platform, instead of just waiting a few minutes for the next one. We mounted the platform, and sure enough, a train was standing there about to leave. My instinct kicked in and I grabbed her by the hand and shoved her into the (nearly full) wagon - without kissing her goodbye. “What about my ticket!?” she texted me. “Don’t worry about it. You won’t be checked” I replied. She later confessed that she absolutely loved my crude leadership. Was this an “accidental alpha”?

We met up later at the East Side Gallery after her pole dancing session around 7 pm. My initial plan was to bounce her to a bar on Warschauer Straße and then to my place. She said that she wanted to shower after her pole dance course. She showed me that her hotel location. It was in Berlin Mitte, so I figured I should meet her in a bar close to her place and then bounce her either to mine or to her hotel. It felt like I was pulling quite hard by that point and was afraid of coming over too keen. I mentioned that I would like to go clubbing tonight but said that I would try to spend some time with her at the bar. “What do you mean? I thought we’re going to meet at the bar!” she said. She clearly wanted it, so I told her we’d meet at Bar Amélie tonight.

We met at the bar at 10 pm. From the very beginning the vibe was good. We were sitting on two high stools at the bar. She let me lead and invested heavily in the conversation. At one point, she offered to do a “compatibility test” and invited me to stand back-to-back with her. The bar was packed with people as we touched our backs and stood there for a full minute. She was a full head taller than me. It must have seemed bizarre. I thoroughly enjoyed the intensity of the situation being aware of bystanders looking at us. She said that she felt “a match”. By the middle of the first drink I was playing with her beautiful dark hair. Stroking the side of her head with my thumb, I pulled her in closer and went for the kiss. She happily complied and leant into me, resting her head on my shoulder as I stroked the top of her head, basking in her feminine energy. She told me that I’m a heartbreaker.

Feeling protected by our anonymity, we shared our sexual adventures and mishaps by playing the question game. By the end of the evening, I felt I knew her better than some of my exes with whom I’ve been with for months. We genuinely liked each other and I felt we deeply connected on an emotional level. I offered to call an Uber to my place. She invited me to her hotel room instead. It was only a ten minute walk away. We took a small detour over the river bank, where we did some furious kissing. By that point I had my hand in her bra and was squeezing her tits as a group of drunk British tourists stumbled by. I asked her what she missed in her marriage. “I can’t remember when I last had an orgasm. It must have been years.” she said. This put some pressure on me, and given that I washed down one too many cocktails, I discreetly bit off half a pill of Viagra that I carried in my condom box.

Finally, having made it to the hotel we entered her room by 1 am. She told me that she didn’t pay for the hotel. Some German beta orbiter, who offered to house her and her family during the first year of the war in Ukraine, paid for her room. He spent the night there lying next to her but without getting any affection in return. She said that he was timid and never made a move. She didn’t mind because she didn’t want this sex, but gladly took his room.

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of enjoyment of going to fuck this girl in a room kindly provided by her beta bucks orbiter. Ironically, the Germans have a word for “the experience of pleasure, joy, or self-satisfaction that comes from learning of or witnessing the troubles, failures, pain, suffering, or humiliation of another”: Schadenfreude.

We quickly dropped on the bed. The sex was out of this world. It was by far the best daygame sex I had to date. There was no LMR at all. Because we had spent quite a bit of time together on the instant date, at the East Side Gallery, and at the bar, we felt completely comfortable with each other. I really went at it hard, throwing her around in bed, shoving her head into the mattress and forcing her to beg for it. She happily complied, screaming with pleasure. I assumed she realized that she would leave the room at 5 am to catch her train, so she couldn’t care less about waking the neighboring room up. I made her cum twice that night. As I came, she ate all of it without me asking while I was staring at the ceiling, seeing stars, trying to catching my breath. I thoroughly enjoyed having her lie on my chest while I held her, and wished we could like like this for hours.

However, soon it was time to catch her train and I walked her to the central train station. Just like in the bar, she rested her head on my shoulder as I stroked her hair as we were waiting on the platform. She was draped around my body and purred like a little kitten. Sitting there staring at the empty tracks I realized that Westernized German girls could never match the raw feminine energy of a traditional Slavic girl. The duality of the remorseless cheating on her husband, who was likely on the front lines, while so delicately pressing herself onto my body, sent a cold shiver down my spine. We kissed goodbye and she thanked me for the unforgettable time in Berlin, stating that I had been a “hurricane”.