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Double Lay Report – The Sin of Hinge to A Referral Lay, A Failed Threesome Story #4

Asian Daygame. Double Lay Report - The Sin of Hinge To Referral Lay: A Failed Threesome Story
Black & Indian – They both had significantly larger tits than this

This double lay report features two girls whom I did not meet via cold approach – they’re best friends, and the story of the second girl is intertwined with that of the first.

It was June 2020, nearing the end of the first lockdown in the UK. I was preparing for my move from my small city to London in the coming autumn.

Over the lockdown period in my small city, I decided to try my hand at online game for the first time in maybe five or six years. I got some good photos and uploaded them on Tinder, Bumble & Hinge. They were taken by my buddy and video/photo editor genius Old Man Bubbles – if you need such services, I can connect you & you can decide if you want to hire him. I then borrowed some ideas from KillYourInnerLoser to set up my profile, and began swiping.

Daygame was slower than usual as my small city came out of the lockdown, and it is painstakingly slow in the best of times. Whilst I did have a number of dates and even some failed SDL attempts from July to September before I moved to London, nothing came of it.

Online game, however, reaped some unexpected benefits.

Trisha

I got opened by Trisha on Hinge.

She messaged me in response to one of my risqué get-to-know-you facts, as shown below.

Trisha was 21.

She was half-Ugandan & half-Kenyan, but had grown up in Southwest London. On her photos she looked slim, and had full body pics. I hoped she didn’t look different in person.

The sharp reader/daygamer will have realised that I didn’t answer Trisha’s question about red crocs directly, but simply acknowledged it and moved onto something about the cuffs. This is Krauser’s Ack & Stack technique for Text Game (Ack i.e. Acknowledge), which can be found in Daygame Mastery.

We then started texting on Whatsapp.

Unfortunately, those texts are now lost since my old phone broke.

Nevertheless, as I was due to head to London in early July for a day & night to sort some particulars out before my move, we agreed to meet up.

I arrived in London at mid-morning, and met up with an old teammate from our (championship-winning) 6-a-side football team who was also an ex-daygamer from my small city and is now happily in a relationship with a girl he met through daygame. It was good to catch up & allow the conversation to expand naturally from the underlying mindsets & structures of winning athletes and teams to how daygame & being with girls parallels sporting success – our conversations are always like this.

An old mentor once told me years ago, “The truth is the truth, no matter where you find it.” I find this apt.

On a separate but related topic, I first had the idea of starting our football team with three other daygamers on the premise that in daygame you need to give everything to “win”, so that should have translated into competitive football. I was wrong. The one daygamer out of the four of us who failed to achieve consistent results at daygame also ended up fading out of the team with a whimper. It seemed he could not summon the necessary fortitude to achieve success at either endeavour, refusing to see reality and upgrade himself in order to change circumstances to his favour.

The rest of us, however, were relentless in pursuing the title and this translated into everything – our search for game-winning players, the intensity of our training sessions, the refinement our tactics and of course our individual performances; the aforementioned teammate & ex-daygamer was a marauding left-back who scored at least 10 goals, while myself and the other daygamer were at least 7/10 in every game. Alongside not one but two equally outstanding goalkeepers (only one in goal for each match, of course), this was the platform from which our exceptionally talented forwards could do damage in a tactically systematic yet fluid way.

The talk about football seems like a digression & a brag – which it unashamedly is – and you may think “it’s only 6-a-side”. But unless you’ve tried building a team from scratch, and then eventually beaten a dozen other teams from across the city in the city’s top league after a process taking a few months, dismissing this as fanciful is like the non-daygamer who says daygame is easy.

That aside, the point I want to make is an important one:

How you do one thing is how you do everything.

If in aspects of life outside of daygame you are lacklustre, place no importance on details, and think one-dimensionally, then your mind is not geared for success in anything, let alone daygame. Results will not come no matter how much you desire them, unless you are supremely talented in an endeavour and require little effort.

Conversely, if you strive for excellence in all areas, you become accustomed to persevering through the difficult moments in between results as you continually refine your skills and processes. Most importantly, your mind is primed to see opportunities in the form of capturing information or identifying key moments of action, both of which are catalysts for success. This is (or is similar to) the concept of compounding interest.

That’s the one point of relatability to daygame in this post. Now we can return to the story with Trisha.

At around 2pm, I headed over from Paddington to Bayswater to meet her. Like all girls, she was going to be late – but the fact that she texted me to say this unprompted was a good sign; she was certainly not flaking, and was concerned at what I thought of her for being late.

She turned out to be taller than I expected, slightly taller than me. She wasn’t skinny like her photos on Hinge, but she was curvy and thankfully not overweight. I thanked the gods of game that this wasn’t to be a typical horror story of a girl being grotesquely larger in real life than in her dating app photos.

It was warm and sunny, so we headed to Hyde Park for some drinks on the grass.

Trisha told me she had always had a thing for Asian guys, and her first guy was Chinese. She told me that her latest and second guy was someone who was popular on OnlyFans, and that “her ass was trending on OnlyFans for a few months” because he uploaded a video of her getting pounded doggystyle.

The first time I attempted to kiss her, she said, “So soon? Let me drink some more Prosecco first.” We made out a little while later.

We chatted for a bit before I pulled her back to my tiny hotel room in west London under the pretext of watching Love, Death & Robots on Netflix. This short anthology series is excellent for seduction as there are episodes with a lot of nudity and sexual themes, as well as being able to incite many emotions. I recommend it highly. I also recommend calling it Love, Sex & Robots instead, which is the mistake I always make but keeps things interesting.

After watching half an episode on my tiny hotel bed (each episode is approximately 15minutes long), we began undressing each other.

“Mmm, this is my favourite part,” said Trisha just after she unbuckled by belt & unbuttoned my jeans but right before she pulled them off.

She then got my cock out and starting deepthroating & slurping. I find that black girls always do the slurping noise with sloppy deepthroats – although I’ve only slept with four, so take this observation with a grain of salt.

The blowjob was great, and I was soon ready to fuck her from behind – but not before I met the expectations I had set on Hinge.

I pushed her off me, reached into my suitcase, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

I had bought them the day before arriving in London by marching confidently into Ann Summers in my small city and demanding in my most alpha-male voice, “Where are the sex toys?”

The poor sales attendant looked mortified as she gestured weakly to the back of the store. I heard barely suppressed giggles from the female customers in the store. But I was leaving this shithole small city, so who gives a fuck! I marched to the very back of the store, stared the panel of dildos, whips & other paraphernalia on the wall, grabbed the least explicit thing on display, then marched up to the cashier, paid & left.

Anyway, coming back to Trisha’s backside, I cuffed her hands behind her back, which accentuated her round bouncy ass even more, and starting fucking her bareback.

She was loud.

After awhile, I uncuffed her and pulled her to sit on me on a folding chair (I had to fold it if I wanted to open the room or bathroom door). This was fun as I got to view her riding me in the full-length mirror on the room door while I sucked on her D-cup tits. She started shuddering & came loudly with one sharp guttural scream.

I picked her up and deposited her on the bed again, where I fucked her missionary. She came again, and this time I came too, creampie-ing her as I did so. She told me she was on the pill. I didn’t bother enquiring further.

I highly dissuade you from doing what I did here; it’s immensely pleasures in the heat of the moment, but dangerous – unless you don’t mind prematurely ending your daygame career and having children.

We chatted for awhile afterwards – she told me she went to school with the guy who stars in a Marvel movie whose superhero has been a household name forever, and that she sees a therapist regularly to deal with anxiety & depression from low self-esteem. The joys of online game.

She left, I got showered & had some dinner.

The next day, I daygamed with Thomas Crown for the first time ever. In reality, we walked around central London for awhile as a sort of preview for when I moved here – it was sparse. Girls were giving us strange looks – he the ginger Viking-looking giant alongside me: the nerdy, short Asian guy.

After that, I met up with the other daygamer whom I set up our aforementioned football team with; he too is in a stable relationship from daygame (with a girl whose number I got also from daygame, incidentally. It’s a small city.) We had more inspiring, “life goals” type chats.

I didn’t speak to Trisha again for a few months, although she would text me a few times. I didn’t want her to become attached, especially as I didn’t want to deal with a troubled girl.

I only replied to her a month after I had moved into London. I was horny, and wanted some sex on tap.

It paid dividends.

Nia

Trisha and I had just finished fucking for the first time since the last time in my new flat in London, sometime in mid-September.

I had previously set some boundaries with her should we start fucking regularly:

  1. If we see each other again, we can fuck but only as friends & nothing more
  2. If someone develops feelings, we can’t continue
  3. If you’re gonna fuck someone else, please use a condom, and let me know so I’ll wrap up too till you get tested

She seemed to glad of having these boundaries.

Coming back to our post-sex chat, I asked Trisha if she was into girls, to which she said she was. I replied, “Good, let’s have a threesome. Any of your girlfriends up for it?”

She didn’t miss a beat. She grabbed her phone & began scrolling through Instagram, showing me potential friends of hers who would potentially be up for a threesome. She may have had low self-esteem, but certainly few insecurities when it came to sex.

Although she had low self-esteem, Trisha never seemed negative or moaned about anything in the self-deprecating way people with low self-confidence do. In fact, she had a cheerful, fun energy each time we met. In hindsight, however, this was probably her way of compensating. Or maybe she just liked our dick appointments me.

Nevertheless, she was fun to fuck – a true cumslut, in her own words. You can see her say this in the text screenshots below.

Trisha messaged two of her friends there and then asking if they’d be up for a threesome with us.

On the way home, she messaged me this.

Nia the Mauritian looked Indian, and had the typical shampoo-ad long silky dark hair. She was 22. On her Instagram photos, she had multiple bikini pictures in which she looked skinny and sexy, but with massive tits.

According to Trisha, I was her type.

After trying to set something up for the three of us via Trisha a few times, Trisha said that she had to take a break from sex because it was affecting her mental health.

However, she also said, “You can still smash.” Why of course young lady.

I messaged Nia on Insta – or slid into her DMs, as my civilian friends say.

We actually agreed to meet pretty quickly in my area of London, although when the day came, she re-scheduled to the next day. This was now mid-October.

This was the first time I met up with a girl who was referred to me by a girl I was currently fucking. A nice milestone.

Like all girls, Nia was late. By an hour. To be fair to her, she lived outside the London zones, so public transport was somewhat less efficient.

I told her I would be in a bar, and sent her the address, but when she arrived, she told me she was lost.

So, weighing up being alpha and letting her come to me against the date being even more delayed or even cancelled if she decided to fuck off home, I decided to go and get her.

She was tiny, about 5’2″.

I wasn’t expecting her voice – although I didn’t know what I was expecting. It was soothing & sweet, almost dreamlike.

We sat in the bar and started sharing life stories. As we did so, I noticed two bulges on her chest straining the fabric of her slim fit black turtle neck.

She was as skinny as her Instagram photos.

Nia turned out to have quite a cute sense of humour too, and told me the last three guys she fucked were Asian.

We soon made out, tongues and all. I was highly aroused by her small body and colossal looking breasts. Her Instagram photos had primed my imagination, and her now sitting close to me in person had properly stimulated it.

At one point, she said quite bluntly, “Oh I know I have big tits. Everyone knows I have big tits.” I don’t remember what led to this, but I was ready to get my cock hands on them.

We finished our drinks (and our shared substantial meal) and headed back to mine under the pretence of watching a shitty “music video” of me performing with my band in high school. If girls will come back to watch this old piece of crap, they will come back for any reason – don’t overthink it. Just give them any reason (other than mentioning sex, of course. Read up on Plausible Deniability if you do not understand this).

After getting back to mine, we sat on the sofa and watched the “music video”. Nia was now the third girl I had on that sofa (and subsequently slept with), and my escalation process was getting quite crystallised now.

I pulled her over to kiss her as soon as the intro to the song was being played, then let her go.

As we hit the first chorus, I pulled her in again & made out some more, this time not letting her go.

We continued watching the music video without speaking, but my hands wandered over her body. I finally got them on her tits and squeezed. They felt heavenly. She reached over to the back of my head to pull me in to make out some more as I did this.

Soon I got her straddling me on the sofa. I lifted her black turtle neck up, pulled one of her tits free of her bra and began sucking on it. She sighed & moaned softly. The music video continued rolling in the background.

As the music video ended, I picked tiny Nia up & carried her into my room. My flatmate Paulus was nowhere to be seen or heard; he knew to stay in his room when I pulled girls home – a good wing.

I made out with Nia still in my arms, and we sneaked glances at ourselves in my full length mirror.

I put her down, and she got on her knees to begin going down on me.

It was not bad; she looked amazing with her tits half out of her bra & her long silky hair cascading down her back as she knelt before me. It was the embodiment of eroticism.

Sadly, the sex was average, although the running theme of her looking fucking sexy was maintained throughout.

Her tits were genuinely huge by any standard – double Ds, on a girl whose waist was almost juvenile.

Nia came as she was on top of me, but she had to run to the bathroom several times while I was fucking her from behind to squirt. Yes, she actually held it in as we were fucking because “she didn’t want to squirt in front of me” despite me telling her to.

She also found my dick too big for her, it actually took awhile to fully bury myself inside her (yes, despite being Asian – ha ha). Despite using lots of lube, missionary actually felt uncomfortable for her. Or maybe she just wasn’t turned on enough – which I doubt was the case, because I could feel how wet she was as I took the condom off after awhile and also because she told Trisha later on that she couldn’t understand it because she was aroused.

I tried to fuck her in various positions – picking her up, on my chair, on my desk – but after awhile she had to stop it for the same reason. In the ends, she just jerked me off after attempting vanilla style missionary till I came all over her belly. Yes, I got some on her tits.

She said to me, “You take so long to cum”. That isn’t usually a bad thing in my experience, although Nia said it semi-accusingly.

After I came, we got dressed pretty quickly. I walked Nia to the station, told her to text me when she got home, and said goodbye.

She never did text me – a bad sign.

I texted her once, to which she replied, but that was the last I ever heard from her.

Conclusion

Online dating sucks.

I’m under no illusions, in the UK I am not considered above average in terms of looks, nor is my specific look/style considered to be “shiny” or exotic. It is only in London where I seem to get more IOIs than usual as I walk to and from work (way more than daygame sessions, unfortunately). This does however change when I am back in Asia, but that is irrelevant here.

Cold approach allows me to project aspects of my SMV which make me a sexually attractive guy.

Looking at a girl deep in her eyes as I smoothly appear just a few centimetres in front of her is infinitely more powerful than seeing static photos of a nerdy, short albeit sharply dressed Asian guy – in fact, I believe I can get so close so soon because I’m short and Asian, and so by default considered less intimidating (by this) society’s standards. Similarly, hearing the undulations of my voice is undeniably more captivating than reading the words typed out on a palm-sized screen.

Even so, luck smiles on me once in awhile. Or twice in awhile, in this case.

Trisha was fun to fuck, although troubled. She was only the second girl I ever fucked from online game in the UK, and my third black girl. I tried to be supportive and reinforce to her that she was a good person & one with a good, pure quality of character – all of which is true. Sadly, she had her demons to contend with. I saw her a few more times after Nia – she thanked me for uniting them, which made me laugh. She ended up dating some Asian guy, and I wish her all the best.

I am sad that Nia never got back to me, as I was incredibly aroused by her – the body, voice, hair, and face arouses me on a deeply primal level till today. She was the third girl I fucked since arriving in London in late August 2020, and my second girl in October. The lay report of the second girl in London is soon to be published; the first one can be found here.

Nevertheless, I’ve now had success from what is considered a sin in the daygame community: online game.

From this success, I also got what I called a Referral Lay.

Sadly, the threesome never happened. This was the fourth time in my life a threesome was initially on the cards but never materialised. It will happen soon. The first of these stories will be published in my upcoming memoir, to be released sometime in 2022. The rest will be written sometime.

For now, I have left my online dating accounts open but idle. We will see if anything else comes of it. Daygame and nightgame for the win.

Text Screenshots

To be read from left to right. I have annotated some with my thoughts.

Trisha & I Before Nia

Nia & I

Instagram & text chats.

Trisha & I after Nia

3 thoughts on “Double Lay Report – The Sin of Hinge to A Referral Lay, A Failed Threesome Story #4”

  1. Long post! A lot of interesting stuff here.

    >so that should have translated into competitive football. I was wrong. The one daygamer out of the four of us who failed to achieve consistent results at daygame also ended up fading out of the team with a whimper.

    I’ve noticed something similar. The guys in Daygame have the rest of their shit together. They’re very deliberate in what they do and take pride in other facets of their lives. It’s a cool, little community of strong-willed folks ’round here.

    As usual, I’m glad to see the texts. In fact, I found Nia’s responses annoying would have fumbled it. I found it odd that she ask “why are you assessing me” when you were generating conversation. And annoying when she replied “patience” to your “?”. Glad you got the lay off a slim, big-tiddy body; you certainly earned it!

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  2. Hey man looking to get online dating photos with someone who is of a ‘PUA’ mind. Your guy sounds good can you hook me up?

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