tag: Berlin

I always love returning to Berlin. It’s the city my daygame adventure began, with my first ever daygame lay who became my Turkish regular. Needing a place to crash, I took her up on her offer to host me whenever I’m passing through. So I let her know I’d arrive Friday early afternoon and leave on Sunday. The weekend itself was intense: we always explore our limits together. It’s as if I’m her safe escape. I love taking her to clubs and other seedy places where she wouldn’t be able to go by herself. She only goes on these adventures with me 1. ...

My daygame friends warned me of Belgrade. It’s known to be a hard city for advanced daygamers - let alone intermediates like myself. This was my first jaunt to this city. In addition, I was at the peak of my longest dry spell ever. The stakes were high and my vibe was low. I made the smart decision to schedule a session with a good daygame coach I trust. We worked on some techniques to increase my vibe, and simplify my daygame model. Coincidentally, and by mere accident, I bumped into a daygamer who my coach and I met when we were coaching in Prague exactly one year ago. ...

At the very end of a productive daygame session with two Berlin wings, we stumbled upon a dreamy tourist girl. She was slowly strolling in front of us in a slight zig-zag, seemingly lost in thoughts. Essentially, she was screaming to be opened. Given that it was my turn, I obliged her. Turns out she was a girl from the UK. After a pretty sexual set, I bounced her to a nearby Späti1 to get a beer and chill by the riverside on an instant date. I texted my mates that it was on - confirming their suspicion that she had SDL written all over her. ...

You know, the fascinating thing about daygame is that it puts me in contact with girls far outside my own social stratum. This week I closed1 an Italian girl who was a bit quiet. Very introverted. Not a “good girl”: she later confessed some extreme sexual adventures. She encountered some genuine tragedy in life (deaths of relatives, suicide, violence, etc.). I’ve had my issues but my life was a walk in the park compared to hers. I was so struck by how genuinely kind she was. She wasn’t acting either: she wasn’t trying to impress me and had already confessed the fucked up stuff. It felt like she experienced so much misery that she was tired of it all and just defaulted to being a good person. I don’t know. Meeting a girl like that left a deep impression on me. I don’t think I’m in the game to “bang lots of bitches”, at least not consciously, I think I crave a deep connection with the feminine. ...

Street Stop This was the lay that took the most work until now. I opened her on Hackescher Markt as I was walking out of the night shop. As I was stepping outside, I saw a curvy German girl with nice dark brown hair approach the entrance. The set went well and we went on an instant date by the riverside. She wanted to buy a beer to drink on her getting fired today. Ouch. We swapped numbers and ...