Micky Miller

Daygame: The Journey of Learning Seduction

June 4, 2018 By Micky

I Bang My First Ukrainian Married Time-waster

I decide to get out of Warsaw for a couple days and catch the train to Sopot. I ping all my Warsaw leads while I’m on the train hoping to get some bites and set up a date when I return. I get 6 replies and have a bit of back and forth over the weekend. Coming home on Saturday I ping them all with a date request trying to work out my dating schedule for the following week before I go to Prague for a week on Friday. I’m going to be a busy boy I think. Not a single one of them replies. I’m more shocked than anything, what are the odds? Oh well back to the street I go to get some more numbers. Evening rolls around. One has messaged to say she is out of town visiting family, but the rest are still quite.

Watching UFC before bed my phone buzzes. It’s Viktoria the lonely married Ukrainian. Neither of us had messaged each other since our 4th date a couple weeks earlier when I walked her to my apartment, she wouldn’t come in and I said goodbye. Now she sends me this:

“Hi Micky. I can’t stop thinking about you. I think I’m addicted to you. Could we meet again? If you don’t want it’s ok.”

Crazy alarm bells go off – I love it.

I reply. “Only if you wear those jeans that make your bum look nice.”

“OK J”

“Tomorrow 15:30. Big fountain in park behind the cultural centre. ok”

“Ok, see you then.” She says

Then she sends me an appointment from messenger, a nifty feature. This girl is super keen or super weird. I think both.

I walk to the fountain a bit after 3.30 and she is waiting there on the seat. She is wearing her jeans. Good girl. We greet and she gives me a peck on the lips. Nice. I walk her to another seat away from the people for a bit more privacy. We sit down and I put my arm on the back rest behind her but keep my distance and try and lean back. She seems a bit nervous so I do some small talk to calm her down, her school, my recent travels, etc. Then I decide to spike.

“So you are addicted to me?”

“Yes. I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s hard for me to sleep and focus on my studies. And it makes me feel very guilty”

“Because of your husband?”

“Yes.”

“Do you love him any less since you met me?”

“No, I think I love him more. It’s strange.”

“It’s not strange to me. It’s very natural.”

“Why is it natural? I think it is bad.”

“You know all women want to cheat? And nearly all women cheat at least once or twice in their life?”

“No!! Really?”

“Yes. It’s natural. See those birds.” I say as I point to the birds flying about on the grass in front of us. She nods.

“Cheating is even more common in birds. Male birds sit on the eggs and 30% of the chicks will be hatched by a father that is not theirs, but they don’t know that. It helps with genetic diversity and this cheating behaviour is rewarded with more and healthier offspring. A female bird’s best mating strategy is to have a couple chicks with a male that is a good nest builder and egg hatcher and a third chick with a more adventurous bird that flys around with a nice song and pretty feathers – but not great and building nests or hatching chicks. It’s also very important that the male thinks all 3 chicks are his, if he has doubts he may leave the nest, so female birds also become good liars.  It’s not as high as 30% in humans, but it’s still pretty high. Women and cheats and liars. It’s natural and beautiful, but it’s also a secret, so don’t tell anyone ok.”

“You are such an amazing person.” She says as she leans into me. “I feel like I can trust you with anything.”

“I am outside of your life bubble. Anything that you say or happens with me will be a secret and like it never happened.”

I put my arm around her and nuzzle the side of her face near her ear. “You smell good.” I say.

“So do you.” She replies like a cat being stroked.

“So when you think about me what do you think?” I ask.

“I imagine us getting married and having kids.”

I almost choke. This chick really is fucking crazy. I can understand a cheating wife for some adventure sex but to want to marry me, that’s a bit much.

“What about your husband?” I shouldn’t have asked, but I wasn’t comfortable not saying anything. I didn’t really want to fuck her with her in any way uncertain that I was going to abuse and defile her and send her back to her husband.

“I want you both.” She said.

Ok, that’s a little bit better, I think, she is probably just trying to fit me into her Disney romance paradigm to reduce her cognitive dissonance and thinking of us as married with kids will allow her mind to let me do bad things to her body.

“You’re a sweat girl.” I say as I lean in and kiss her. This time she jumps on me and forces her tongue down my throat. All the other times she held back. It’s On! I pull back after 5 seconds and we just sit there quietly with my arm around her and her resting her head on my chest. We say a few words occasionally but not much. It’s almost time to bounce, but I think a bit more comfort will help. After another few minutes I say. “Come on let’s go to my place for ice cream.”

“Ok.” She says like a sleep walker as she stands up and we link arms while walking to my apartment less than 200 meters away. We get inside and I put on some music and sit on the bed. She walks around in silence, looks out the window and then comes over and sits on the bed with me. “Where’s the ice-cream.” She says with a giggle.

“Oh shit. I was meant to buy it from Zabka on the way up. We will walk down soon and get it.”

She leans onto me as I put my arm around her. I kiss her on the forehead and she moves her face closer to mine. I kiss her lips, she jumps on me, and push my leg between hers. Clothes start to some off until we are naked and I admire her nice little body and perfectly shaved pussy. “You should get a condom.” She says.

“I should.” I say as I move in on top of her and dig my raw cock under her tail. She moans and tilts her head back as I start sliding in and out of her wetness. This is one fuck that I felt like I deserved. In fact, his is one fuck that I felt like I deserved 2 dates ago, she’s going to have to give up the arse, I chuckle to myself.

“What’s funny?” She asks

“Nothing. You are beautiful. I’m just having a good time.”

I don’t want to blow too quick so I pull out and kiss and lick her body. When I get down to her pussy I lick her clit while fingering her with 2 fingers, then I test the arse and insert my middle finger in her bum while still licking her clit and fingering her pussy with my index finger. She seems to like it and gasps. I go harder until I feel she is about to come and pull out making her wait. I get her on top, spit on my fingers and play with her arse hole making it loose and wet. I dig both fingers in her bum and lift her up and down me like a bowling ball.

I think I might be being too nice and want to get this Disney shit out of her head so I get her on her knees and slam her. I give her the works, slap her arse till my hand hurts, pull her hair, choke her, and for my pièce de résistance I stick my fingers (that had just been in her arse) down her throat Rocco style. She gagged on them like a champion.

I still thought I might be being too nice, so I pushed her hips down pulled my cock out and slipped it in her bum. She moaned for a bit, then gasped, then screamed into the pillow as I pulled it out and shoved it all the way back in. Sometimes I would stick it back in her pussy sometimes her arse. I have this nice little white bum in front of me with these swollen pink bits and it was all mine. Mine to do what ever I wanted to. Was I still being too nice? Oh who cares. I thought as I stuck it back in her bum pushed up to the hilt and squirted my balls into her intestines.

We cleaned up and I told her I had dinner with friends at six so I would walk her to the metro soon. I kissed her good bye and then went and got a take away hamburger, came back to my apartment and ate it while I watched the UFC. I checked my phone and a couple of the girls that I had texted the day before got back to me. They must have smelt the sex.

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  1. Guy says

    August 17, 2018 at 4:20 am

    Nice man, always good to get some value out of a time waster, too often they end with nothing

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  • Guy

    Nice man, always good to get some value out of a time waster, too often they end with nothing

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