Another splendid lay report from Mr M in Toulouse, this time a Same Day Lay with a Moroccan girl making use of the full Torero toolkit. Félicitations Mr M, keep the mojo magic cumming 😉
“Lately I haven’t been daygaming properly, mainly because I am not consistant enough, and usually not feeling like it, and most importantly approaching about only 4 or 5 girls each outing (or rather mini-outing). But today, after work, I arrived home, took a shower and went to hit the streets.
I got out at around 7.30pm to hustle, did some sets (good sets in my estimation) but closed only two girls out of six, which was slightly under what I hoped for. Anyways, as I’m gaming, it turned dark and I thought to change it from the usual daygame situation (closing with the number) to gutter game by asking for an i-date first. By that time, I was just aiming to finish my sets and go home.
I walked for about a half an hour without an approach, and then I saw this petite, short-haired hot girl walking very fast. I didn’t want to approach immediately because she went inside an alley and it was narrow enough to block her path if went in front of her, and I thought it better not to approach from behind with a slight touch on the shoulder either. I followed her ’till the end of the alley which wasn’t long, as odd as that might sound. The moment she emerged into the main street I did the front stop. She looked a bit confused, I went on delivering my piece. Her legs were shifting, but I carried on nevertheless, throwing in some teases. She smiled and hooked.
The approach went fine from then, I was rocking with my body a bit, slightly closing the distance between us. The girl now was comfortable and talking. I then said “Oh interesting, but one thing, what kind of person are you, a wine girl or a beer girl?.” She said a wine girl, and I said “I see, well, you can take your glass of wine, I’ll order my beer, there is a bar around the corner…fancy a drink?” She smiled and said “Why not, but I can’t stay long, I have to go home in about half an hour.” I said that I couldn’t stay long either, tomorrow I had work in the morning. By this time, I got to know that she was Moroccan and that she spoke Darija (the Moroccan language), so we switched from French to Darija. A very helpful switch.
We went to this bar nearby (though it was far from the corner I pointed at), and sat facing each other. The first five minutes were simple interview-like conversation, but after that I started teasing and challenging, I disagreed with her on some things, I tried to push her buttons by playful teases, about how men love long hair to pull seeing she just cut it short today. She was pretending to be cross and annoyed, but secretly loved it. Smoking and drinking as we were, I went quiet, and then she started asking me several questions, qualifying herself to me by explaining how much she liked art, about being in business school etc. I said that I liked that about her and that there was nothing more frustrating than a pretty face with nothing to say.
And then I restarted the process of teasing. This time she was giggling a lot, so I did the hand trick: “You laugh a lot I see. Let’s play a game, give me your hand, do not laugh for ten seconds.” She gave me her hand I started counting as follows (“1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,8,8…”), she got the joke and laughed, but in the meantime our eyes were locked on each other, no smiles no laughs, just pure silent deep eye contact.
Later I went to the bathroom, ordered an Uber and payed the drinks. As we were talking, I said I had to go. The Uber was parked few meters away, so we got up, walked a bit, and I said “I have a half bottle of wine at mine, let’s go and have a glass, otherwise I’ll just throw it away.” As I was saying those words, my hand grabbed the car door handle and opened the door. “Let’s go…” She was like “Wait, what?” but I was already inside the car and left the door open for her to enter. She stood there for a few seconds and then joined me.
She said “Where are we going?” I said “I live about 10 min away” (the truth is I live at the edge of Toulouse, and that’s no less than 25min). She was like “But I’ll have to go home in a bit.” I said “Look, it’s fine, the Uber that’ll take you from here to my place can also bring you from my place back to here whenever you feel like it”. I forgot to seed the bounce using the piano or a painting I have, but it worked.
We got to mine, I poured what was left of the bottle of wine, put some music on and we kept talking for couple minutes to make her feel comfortable. She said “Listen, I trust you, is it going to be ok?” I called out the worries by saying “Look, I understand this is mildly unusual, I am a stranger, we just met, I’m not going to hurt you, and you can leave whenever you want…”
I pulled the trigger and I failed at first, too bloody fast. We were making out, she paused and said “Wait, wait, wait, I don’t do this” and then swore that this never happened to her, and that still at that very moment nothing made sense, and she didn’t understand how she ended up at my flat.
I did the freeze out, changed the music and I sat by the window smoking and drinking wine. She asked me information about my family and I answered. I told her a bit about myself, my work, my studies and the things I liked. She asked me about my years in Morocco a bit, whether or not I went there often now that I was in Europe, and other personal questions.
She saw a girl’s hair band on the table and asked me if I had a girlfriend. I said “Hmm, let me see, there’s one, two, three… I don’t know, about seven or eight of them I think, I stopped counting at five”. Now that I think of it, I’m not sure whether that remark was the proper thing to say, seeing how she her face showed no sign of either pleasure or displeasure after hearing this.
And then I played some piano, I taught her something, we giggled a bit, then we watched something quickly on YouTube.
Afterwards, standing in the middle of my flat, I pulled her by her hand next to me, looked her in the eyes, and kissed her. She then, gave herself to me, as if melting in my arms, completely passive, only her hands caressing my head and back as I put her on bed, undressing her slowly. She closed her eyes, and they weren’t to be fully opened until we had finished.
After sex I asked her what she thought about the approach, she said she loved the front stop, and after years of being only stared at by guys or whistled at, it was refreshing to be approached straightforwardly in a mature manner.”