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Ola gents,
I was supposed to write this last Sunday but life’s been hectic—and typing these things out can be a mission. But let’s get into it.
I tap her like,
“Yoh, you win the lotto or something?”
She laughs, says she’s doing a TikTok challenge.
We get into social media talk—I told her I deleted TikTok to focus, she said she did too but reinstalled it (lol). She says her new Instagram feed’s wild with explicit content, and I tease her saying I won’t judge. We exchange names. She’s behind my boy in line, and I do a cold read on her name and tribe—missed a bit, but she received it warmly after the lottery opener.
She gets her food and walks with me. Turns out we’re from the same tribe. She teases me for being a “fake member” since I didn’t grow up in the homelands. She’s a law student and hoops too—I’m like:
“Yoh, lawyer and baller? Mad combo.”
The vibe’s smooth. I suggest we keep the energy going, she agrees, gives me her number, and teases me for leaving my homeboy behind. Solid close.
No gimmicks, just real connection. I share about myself too. After about 45 mins I say I gotta study and walk her back. Somewhere on the way, we randomly get into a sex convo—I tell her about a pregnancy scare, she shares her own story. We laugh, I anchor a quick shoulder touch during that moment.
At her hood, we hug—she doesn’t want to let go. We hold that hug for a solid 30 seconds. I bounce and text her that it was great meeting her.
Next day I call her and say I’m sliding through. She says she was joking but I tell her I already bought snacks and Coke (non-alcoholic, gents). She teases me for “manipulating” her. I say nah, and she tells me to pull up.
When I arrive, she says we should chill outside on the grass. I’m thinking, damn, my smash plan might flop—but I go with it. We hit the gas station, she tells me to grab anything—I pick basic biscuits and she pays.
Back at her place, we start watching 365 Days outside. She side-eyes me (lol), but we watch anyway. Midway through, she brings up sex and says she’s into BDSM but no one’s ever done it to her. Then she catches herself, says she’s talking too much—but I keep her comfortable and we laugh it off. We’re cozy and cuddling now.
She says she’s cold, so we head inside. In bed, we finish the movie, I go for the kiss—we kiss for a bit, but she stops and says she wants to sleep. Cool, I respect it. Five minutes later, she really does sleep—ass pointed toward me, I’m hard, but I just scroll IG and knock out too.
She wakes up later, says, “Wow, I actually slept.” Tells me she’s on her period. I’m like, “I don’t mind.” It’s now super late, I decide to sleep over. She changes into pajamas—her body’s insane—and we cuddle again. I try escalating, she says she just wants cuddles. I mention removing the tampon, but she either didn’t hear me or ignored it. I chill.
She laughs but worries about the mess since she’s leaving town in a few hours (it’s like 1 AM now). I say we’ll sort laundry in the morning.
I re-escalate, skip the kiss, flip her into doggy. She plays Chris Brown, removes the tampon, and we smash. I finish, catch my breath, and she disappears into the other room.
She comes back in a gown, takes my phone, tosses it aside, opens the gown—lingerie underneath. She grabs my limp dick, gets it hard again, gets on top and kisses me. I take over, full foreplay, get her soaked, she hands me another condom (she had a stash), and we go again. This time adapted missionary—crazy session.
I bust again. She’s out cold. I sleep.
“So, young prodigy, after all this… what do you want from me? Or us?”
I told her I had a test in two days and need to focus, and that I’d hit her up. It was wild, gents.
Young prodigy out again
I was supposed to write this last Sunday but life’s been hectic—and typing these things out can be a mission. But let’s get into it.
The Meet
So me and my homeboy are waiting on some fries, I’m already in social god mode (as detailed in my journal), when this hun behind us starts dancing with headphones in. She stops and checks her phone again—it was funny, random.I tap her like,
“Yoh, you win the lotto or something?”
She laughs, says she’s doing a TikTok challenge.
We get into social media talk—I told her I deleted TikTok to focus, she said she did too but reinstalled it (lol). She says her new Instagram feed’s wild with explicit content, and I tease her saying I won’t judge. We exchange names. She’s behind my boy in line, and I do a cold read on her name and tribe—missed a bit, but she received it warmly after the lottery opener.
She gets her food and walks with me. Turns out we’re from the same tribe. She teases me for being a “fake member” since I didn’t grow up in the homelands. She’s a law student and hoops too—I’m like:
“Yoh, lawyer and baller? Mad combo.”
The vibe’s smooth. I suggest we keep the energy going, she agrees, gives me her number, and teases me for leaving my homeboy behind. Solid close.
First Informational Date
She was texting me first, qualifying herself heavy. We meet at a public park—light small talk, then I roll out my 7-trajectory date structure. I deep dive, and she starts opening up. We talk childhood, dreams, ambitions. I throw in some cold reads, she agrees, and we start teasing each other—she’s actually funny.No gimmicks, just real connection. I share about myself too. After about 45 mins I say I gotta study and walk her back. Somewhere on the way, we randomly get into a sex convo—I tell her about a pregnancy scare, she shares her own story. We laugh, I anchor a quick shoulder touch during that moment.
At her hood, we hug—she doesn’t want to let go. We hold that hug for a solid 30 seconds. I bounce and text her that it was great meeting her.
Second Date — Easy-Romantic Hybrid
She posts a story of herself chasing a rat, saying "Send help." I joke that I’m on my way—she takes it seriously, but I push it to the next day 'cause it was late and I didn’t wanna get robbed out here.Next day I call her and say I’m sliding through. She says she was joking but I tell her I already bought snacks and Coke (non-alcoholic, gents). She teases me for “manipulating” her. I say nah, and she tells me to pull up.
When I arrive, she says we should chill outside on the grass. I’m thinking, damn, my smash plan might flop—but I go with it. We hit the gas station, she tells me to grab anything—I pick basic biscuits and she pays.
Back at her place, we start watching 365 Days outside. She side-eyes me (lol), but we watch anyway. Midway through, she brings up sex and says she’s into BDSM but no one’s ever done it to her. Then she catches herself, says she’s talking too much—but I keep her comfortable and we laugh it off. We’re cozy and cuddling now.
She says she’s cold, so we head inside. In bed, we finish the movie, I go for the kiss—we kiss for a bit, but she stops and says she wants to sleep. Cool, I respect it. Five minutes later, she really does sleep—ass pointed toward me, I’m hard, but I just scroll IG and knock out too.
She wakes up later, says, “Wow, I actually slept.” Tells me she’s on her period. I’m like, “I don’t mind.” It’s now super late, I decide to sleep over. She changes into pajamas—her body’s insane—and we cuddle again. I try escalating, she says she just wants cuddles. I mention removing the tampon, but she either didn’t hear me or ignored it. I chill.
The Lay
Later, she taps me, says she can’t sleep. I whisper, “Let me f*ck you back to sleep.”She laughs but worries about the mess since she’s leaving town in a few hours (it’s like 1 AM now). I say we’ll sort laundry in the morning.
I re-escalate, skip the kiss, flip her into doggy. She plays Chris Brown, removes the tampon, and we smash. I finish, catch my breath, and she disappears into the other room.
She comes back in a gown, takes my phone, tosses it aside, opens the gown—lingerie underneath. She grabs my limp dick, gets it hard again, gets on top and kisses me. I take over, full foreplay, get her soaked, she hands me another condom (she had a stash), and we go again. This time adapted missionary—crazy session.
I bust again. She’s out cold. I sleep.
The Morning After
She walks me out in the morning, but insists I stay a bit. We end up having a dope convo about life. Then she hits me with:“So, young prodigy, after all this… what do you want from me? Or us?”
I told her I had a test in two days and need to focus, and that I’d hit her up. It was wild, gents.
Young prodigy out again
