Hot Polish Girl & 5 Hours of LMR – Tinder LR

  

This was definitely one of the more Epic Stories from my trip to Europe.  I was on a nice roll after the nerdy polish blonde and woke up the next morning, trying to set up my next tinder rendezvous. I had a bunch of leads going, but this one very quickly became the most promising. We matched and I sent her my standard opener asking if she spoke English (google translate). Then, when I asked her if she was In Warsaw, she responded with her phone number, telling me to call her

 

I started off by texting her my name, not even sure if this was real or just some kind of bot. She responds by again telling me to call her. I dial her right away and after a few rings, I hear a sexy polish accent on the other end. We talk for a few minutes, she tells me that she is staying at her sister’s place and is really bored because her family is all out of town and she doesn’t know anyone in Warsaw. I offer to swing by with a drink and keep her company. She asks me if I am sure a bunch times and I  confidently respond with “Yes!” a few times until she agrees. She tells me she doesn’t drink wine but enjoys vodka. I tell her I will grab a bottle and ask for the address. In these situations, when going to a girls place for the first time it is always better to grab the address on the phone. It is usually the point of no return when it comes to last minute cancellations

She gives me her address, but it is a weird polish spelling and I ask her to text it to me as well. We get off the phone and she sends me the name of the street. I somehow forget the house number and ask her to tell me again. At this point, she calls me and asks me a few more times if I am sure about coming over and what will happen if we don’t like each other. Then she tells me her place is a mess and she doesn’t want to clean. I am confident & reassure her, telling her it’s no big deal and that my place is even messier (white lie). After a bit, she agrees & gives me the house number

I take a quick shower and go down the block to the corner store, picking up a bottle of cheap polish vodka. Then I call an Uber and head on over. I get to her place and I am confused on how to get inside. It is a gated housing community with no clear entrance. I call her and she tells me to search for a small keypad on the gate and enter into some long combination. I try it and it doesn’t work. I call her back and she tells me to try a slightly different variation. I try it and it doesn’t work. I call her again and ask her to come out and get me but she starts giving me shit, telling me I must be doing it wrong. Fortunately, at this point, some old guy is leaving the building and I walk in after him.

I am a little nervous because she had only limited pictures on Tinder and wouldn’t come outside. As I am walking up her stairs, I am praying she is not a Polish Catfish. Fortunately, I am very pleasantly surprised. She is fucking hot! Tall and model looking, but with a nice ass. Gorgeous face, with piercing blue eyes. She sort of reminded me of a porn star version of Sansa Stark from Game of Thrones.

She leads me inside her place and it really is a giant mess. There are weights, clothes, and other various polish girl accessories all over the place. of course, I tease her about it a bit. I can quickly tell by her body language that she is a bit nervous so I pour us both a glass of vodka and take it slow. We sit at her kitchen table. I tell her my random observations about Poland and ask about her life. I find out she lives in some polish village 50 miles from here but is staying at her sister’s place while she finishes university in Warsaw. However, her sister had gone out of town and she got the place to herself for a few days.

My Polish Tinderella is quite ADD and can’t seem to just sit still & chill.

She asks me a few times if I want to watch a movie with her. I assume that she just wants to have something on while we fuck so I agree without a second thought. Then she proceeds to turn down every single one of my movie suggestions. After a bit, I get tired & tell her to just choose and she puts on some weird TV show that I am not familiar with. We sit on her couch and start watching & drinking. At this point, I have been at her place for about thirty minutes and I start to slowly escalate. However, her AD&D and uncertainty start getting in the way. One minute, we are sitting with my hand on her knee. The next minute she is fidgeting on the couch and getting up to slightly change the angle of her curtains. I am quite patient and jokingly tell her to just come and chill numerous times.

Twenty minutes into Weird TV Show & chill and we are talking about something random. I don’t remember exactly what the context was but she said something silly and I proceeded to playfully call her “silly”. That did not sit well at all. She went into a huff and started telling me why she is not silly. For a minute, I thought she might be fucking with me. I have had girls get pissed over shit I say, but never over being called silly. I took a step back and asked her why she was so offended at this word. Apparently, she thought it meant the same thing as dumb and she was a “very smart, serious woman”. I calmly explained that I did not think she was dumb and that “silly” is an endearing term. After 5 minutes, of this linguistic debate, I pulled out google and started showing her various definitions of silly. It was only after this that she calmed down and the vibe returned back to normal.

This girl was definitely quite the character. She wasn’t a bitch, more like the type who has an overly tough exterior, but sweet on the inside. The best word to describe her was actually “pouty”. I told her this and after explaining the definition, she cracked a smile, knowing that its true. At this point, I had been there for over an hour and we are about 1/3 of the way through the bottle of vodka. One of us puts on some music and we start dancing. I dance with her for a bit and then start escalating again: grabbing her hips, pulling her closer, brushing past her hair, etc. Again, the reaction is mixed.

One minute she is into it. The next minute she is pushing me away.

One minute she close to me, the next minute she is on the other side of the room. I am still super chill and start doing a little push & pull. Getting close, before pulling away myself. Taking two steps forward, then one step back. This goes on for a while and works mildly well. I get as far as a brief make out before she pushes me away. I don’t let it phase me and give her a smirk. After a bit, we sit on the couch. We had been drinking and dancing for a while and the sexual tension is fairly high. I go in to kiss her again, but this time she turns to give me the cheek and moves to the other side of the couch. I chill for a bit and try a few more times, but get the same reaction. For the past two hours, I had been using my usual push/pull two steps forward, one step back approach. However, it doesn’t seem to be working that well here. I ask her if anything is wrong and try to logically dig for the objection, but she tells me she is fine and that she is just shy. We chill for a little more and then go back to dancing.

At this point, I had been there for about two and a half hours & between the two of us, we had killed half a bottle of vodka. I got the feeling that she was the type of girl who needs to have a few drinks before being able to have casual sex. However, she is also a drinking peer-pressure and tells me numerous times that I am not drinking enough (I’m not big on getting drunk). On the dance floor, the same story continues. I start escalating even harder. Smacking her ass. Rubbing my crotch against hers. One minute she is completely into it. The next minute she is pushing me away. Finally, I call her out on this and tell her it’s not nice to push people and that if she doesn’t feel comfortable I can leave. This seems to actually work a bit. She apologizes and tells me she is having fun.

Next, the order of events starts getting slightly mixed up. It wasn’t so much as the alcohol (I was just buzzed), but the fact that I didn’t write this story down until two months later and that it was just so much of the same thing over and over again. Essentially, we dance and talk more. However, every time I go to escalate she ultimately pulls away right around first base. We somehow wind up on her bed (same room as the living room) and she goes into her closet to change.

I decide to take a new approach. Take my pants and shirt off, leaving just my boxers on…with half chub

She comes out, but her reaction isn’t positive or negative. In fact, she hardly seems to notice that I am wearing significantly fewer clothes. I pull her in and we kiss again for a bit before she again randomly gets up and starts dancing. I try escalating even more on the dance floor. One minute her hand is rubbing my dick. The next minute she is completely pushing me away. This goes on for a bit and I start getting a little annoyed. I can tell this girl is horny, comfortable with me, and is looking to fuck. However, this LMR is ridiculous. I had been there for over four hours at this point. I call out her pushing again and tell her if she doesn’t want me here or feels uncomfortable, I can leave. Again she apologizes and things go back to normal. I try logically digging a little more. I ask her if she is a virgin? If she is into BDSM or any kind of fantasies? Anything to try to get to the root of the LMR, but she doesn’t give me a clear answer or clear objection.

Next, I try a different approach. I sit on the couch while she dances and starts rubbing my dick over my boxers. After a minute, she comes over and starts trying to get me to dance, but I playfully refuse. She starts shaking her ass in my face, but every time I escalate for more than a minute she pulls away. This goes on for a bit, but I still can’t seem to get anywhere. I even try whipping my dick out, but it doesn’t seem to phase her, except she won’t touch it this time. However, by now my inebriated subconscious starts seeing a bit of a pattern. She is addicted to attention. Every time I “ignore her” or am super curt with her, she seems to chase more. It takes another twenty minutes of me “texting on my phone” before she finally comes over and sits on the couch.

I go in for the make out a few more times, now after every time she shuts me down instead of going back to a normal conversation, I take out my phone and open tinder. To be honest, I am doubting even if it is going to happen or not. Typically, when a girl gives you this much LMR after this many attempts, she will hint that you should leave or something along the lines of that. However, that is not the case here. This girl is very clearly interested,  but something is holding her back. The old school PUA “ignore the girl” trick seems to be the magic key. I start to realize this girl LOVES attention. Every time, I ignore her she gets more attracted and starts chasing me. After a bit of this, she asks me what I want to do and I tell her that we should watch another movie

This time, I go up to the laptop and completely ignore her criticism, putting on 50 shades of grey.

I am in full on “I give zero fucks” mode. She makes fun of the movie, I just go back to Tindering. This lack of attention seems to drive her crazy. I finally tell her that we are both not going to touch our phones again and watch the movie. She pouts a little bit but quickly agrees as soon as I start ignoring her. I turn off the lights and we lay on the couch. I wrap my arms around her, but this time don’t escalate. I just lay next to her. Her ADD strikes full force and she is fidgeting like crazy. I can tell that this lack of attention and movement is driving her crazy. Every time she tries talking or moving, I firmly but calmly, tell her to just watch the movie.

I lay like this with her for twenty minutes without moving my arms at all. I want her to crave my touch on her body and also to get into the movie a bit. Her fidgeting and ADD slowly goes from “Severe as fuck” to just “moderate”. She is like a newborn baby who has finally calmed down after being soothed a little bit. At this point, I start escalating. However, I am super slow. Instead of two steps forward, one step back. I am just moving in slow motion speed. My hand touches her leg and very slowly inch by inch creeps up. It is at least another ten minutes before I am rubbing her thigh. However, this time she is not pulling away. In fact, I can tell by her breathing and body language that she is extremely horny.

I start massaging her higher & higher. I kiss her neck slowly and sensually. I circle around the outside of her vagina with my fingers, without actually touching it. This is not easy for me either. I am quite buzzed and extremely horny after hours of rubbing up my body against hers on the dance floor. Nevertheless, I know what I need to do. I need to make her body crave “what’s next” that her logical mind completely shuts off. Eventually, I start rubbing her vagina. We are still both “pretending” to watch the movie, but her breathing gets heavier and heavier. I rub her through her panties for a while, before finally slipping in underneath. She is soaking wet and I slowly start sliding my fingers in & out.

There is no more LMR. She is grinding on my hand and I start kissing down her body.

I pull her panties to the side and lick her perfect pussy. She moans even louder and starts running her fingers through my hair. After a minute of this, she asks me if I have a condom. I would’ve teased her even more, but I am so turned on myself that I just take one out, put it on and slide inside of her. She is extremely tight and her moans quickly turn into screams. She wraps her legs around me and begs me to fuck her harder. She is so fucking sexy and of-course after all this build-up, I don’t last long. I cum hard inside of her. Take the condom off, put another one without a break, and go back to fucking her

I expected her to be a bit timid in bed, but she is a complete porn star. I fuck her doggy style and she thrusts her ass side to side, as I pound away. I spank her and she tells me to fuck her harder. She is speaking to me in Polish & English. It is quite hot. I lay her on her back and fuck the shit out of her in missionary while staring into her sexy blue eyes. It’s not long before I cum again. Fucking hot. However, not more than a minute after I pull out of her, she hurriedly starts putting her clothes on. I think due to the Polish Catholic culture she had a lot of mixed feelings about sex. I try to subtly make a few “anti-slut shaming” statements. Like: “wow, that was really good. I think we have a lot of chemistry” or “You seem like a cool girl, I’m glad we wound up meeting”. Both true. She agrees, but I can tell she still feels super embarrassed.

I was planning on chilling with her for a bit afterward, but here she essentially pretty quickly politely kicks me out. It’s almost ironic as this is what guys do to girls after sex. It’s quite interesting. I think she really wanted to get laid the whole time (i.e being super direct on tinder, inviting me straight over, wearing a sexy outfit, telling me to stay every time I would suggest I can leave). However, she had an insane amount of guilt around sex (i.e repeatedly asking me if I was sure about coming over on the phone, her ridiculous amount of LMR, being into it one minute and pushing me away the next, etc) It is almost like she was fighting a battle with herself the whole time. Then when I finally ignored her & made her really crave it, her desire finally completely shut down her logical in mind. Allowing her to be able to do what she really wanted to.

I wound up almost meeting up with her again a few nights later, but the timing didn’t work out (she texted me back when I was already with another girl). Definitely, would’ve tried to make her a regular booty call if I stayed in Poland longer. That sexy body and the way she fucks was just too much. However, I don’t know if it would’ve worked out with her post-sex guilt. Unfortunately, we will never know.