Year: 2014

17th January 2013,

Hello dear friends ! I will tell you a story about ass, as usual… but, this time, also about pancakes and speed seduction (yes, I’m innovating).

First of all, what is speed-seduction ? The man who invented this method is called Ross Jeffries. It is based on Neuro-linguistic Programming and hypnosis. The NLP is a set of models and of techniques of personal development coming from the United States which are intended to improve the communication between individuals and to improve personally. Well, it is the official speech. The reality is that they are techniques of manipulation intended to influence the emotional state of people. Unfortunately, there is not a lot of translations in French so I have to do with few. I thus translated myself the first ebook of Ross (on my blog : Comment mener au lit les femmes que vous désirez). Very instructive.

I approached this chick on Adopte in December and then we had stopped talking because she did not connect any more then I had sent my number point-blank… in the nerve! She had answered simply by her number (look for the error). Since then, we sent more or less hot texts but nothing crazy, we also spoke about pointless things (Gossip Girl, our parties, etc.) By the way, last Saturday, she was my plan B : I asked her to come too to the club where I had planned to meet the girl of the ice cubes (if you do not remember, read my previous texts) just to be sure to have a fresh plan and to make profitable the 20€ of admission. Hey yeah, I am not a dead man of hunger, my sexual satisfaction depends on no girl in particular. None of the two having come, but this one didn’t lie to me, I thus decided to cross a speed with this-chick-who-has-a-name-of-precious-stone (we will call her Precious Stone) and to next the other bipolar.

I turned her on by describing her what I would like to do through the three communication channels : what she would feel (kisses, caresses, penetrations, etc.), what she would hear (breath, words, etc.) and what she would see (my body, etc.) I thus described what I would do for her then made her tell me what she would like to do to me. I read that making them write naughty things is a good way to sleep with them.

I give some explanation: If I manage to make her say that she wants to kiss my stomach, then to go down taking my sex between her lips: SHE is going to imagine herself doing it while she writes it and it will become an obvious fact for HER that it is necessary to do it for good. Additional argument, a girl with whom we have already made love virtually will only very rarely make a last minute resistance.

Excited by so much lyric, it has been one week since she begs me to fuck her. I was not able to take care of her case before because my aunt died, then my parents left to Lyon for the funeral and I guarded their house. As a result, I made her wait (I didn’t want to go to Aix just to bang a girl). In brief, yesterday, I believed that she was flinching because she had to come to my place… but, at the last moment, she asked me to come picking her up at 10pm. Good point for her on the other hand: she kissed me when she saw me, without hesitation. We went to my place and we made love after she took some Fervex. She announced that she was sick so I also took one Fervex, in prevention. What an hypochondriac ! I hope that I have not the flu now due to exchanging physical fluids. I don’t want to be immobilized all the WE because I have, so to speak, some projects.

We fucked 3 times, she had 3 orgasms but the last time I didn’t finish : I was so tired. Then, she watched a movie and I fell asleep (she said I snored). In the morning we did it again, and she shouted my name « Oh mon Dieu, oh oui Fabrice » it turned me on but still not finished !!!!! Later, we cooked pancakes, I ate a lot and we did it again-again… This time, I finished (and fuck, it was soooo good, would need to be frustrated more often)! For the anecdote: I saw that she had received a text of her friends « go and enjoy his dick , lucky girl ». After knocks, she got dressed and left (it scared her that I open the window of my bedroom to aerate).

This girl, is one of those little princess from Aix who goes to the law faculty,  who drink a lot of alcohol and take coke every week-end in the VIP room of a club I cheerfully despise even if we cannot deny that there are a lot of cute hotties. Her best friends are hot too (at least in the pictures I saw : I can intend to go to parties with her and to make my buddies taste her friends). I feel a pleasant connection with her, although she does not suck on the knees, and so I hope to see her again !

Description of the precious stone: A beautiful 18 or 19-year-old girl, tall, brown hair, styled, with a naughty face («I worship the women with heads of dogs as the Egyptians » as says a contemporary poet) and her lips are made to welcome my penis. She is almost 5ft10, even taller than Marie I guess but motherfucka : it is so good taking doggystyle a pretty girl full of herself like her.

It ain’t over yet ! I received then a text of an Asian girl I kissed in September in a park (reread my adventures if you have difficulty in following). My blog had shocked her because she did not want to be, I quote « the number 150 before 2013 »… She exaggerated of course, but we had not meet again. Except that, all the same, a libertine of my tempering : it turned her on… Then she came and I told her that I did the pancakes for her. I can tell you that I scored points!!!!! We visited my cuddly monkey on my bed (its name is Arnaud like my buddy who offered it to me) and we kissed, then we undressed a little but she did not want to do anything more then I fell asleep against her… until now, more or less.

Kiss. May the God of the Game be with you !

13th January 2013,

Continuation of the story with the girl of the ice cubes.

She turned me on by text messages all day yesterday then asked me to choose how she will dress for me tonight : red dress or blue electric dress ? The average guys would have said red (color of the desire) then I chose blue to be a pain in the ass. She made an appointment with me in a club at 2 am.

OK, I know that you should not organize the nights according to a girl but well… like an idiot, I contacted Arnaud, Hafid and Padawan and we went to the club in question… That has cost us 20€ but because we rarely go there, that changed us. Except that I did not see her. I texted her, called her… no answer. 2am, no one. 3am, still no one. “It is probably a swindle otherwise she would have called to apologize”. With Padawan and Hafid, we searched everywhere in the club and we went as far as getting incognito into the VIP area. Not there.

Well, I didn’t want to approach a lot of girls in case she would arrive (for not losing an easy shot) so I have rather been the perfect wingman. With that said, it was a good night : I pissed off a guy who looked shy, I laughed like rarely, and there was even a girl whom I would have been able to kiss easy peasy I am sure because I approached her then I went back speaking with my buddies and she ceaselessly came back talking to me. I told her to kiss her friend (a cute girl), she answered “ok if you kiss your buddy before”… we cheated with the technique of the thumb between the lips but THEY they kissed for good. Cool, we won. Padawan has even taken the number of a girl ! We have just made a big step forward !

I then met the nice buddy of the girl of the ice cubes, the guy a little bit fat with the head of teddy bear, who had offered drinks to us the day before (Cf the previous narrative). It turns out that he works in this club. OK, so, with such a social status :
– she used me to try to make him jealous and to bang him ;
– or then they had read my blog and wanted to make fun of me because they take me for a poor virgin who tries to compensate by writing about seduction.

He nevertheless told me that she was there, in a blue dress, that he had seen her and that she would never have left without saying goodbye to him. I read “I know that you’re lying” and “Psychology of the liar” but I had really too much drunk then it was hard to analyze. Pissing around and plot or big misunderstanding? I tilted for the first option but hope makes you live as said my mom.

This morning, I noticed with dismay that the girl had deleted me of her FB. Who knows what happened in her little cute disturbed mind… She published on her wall “I heard you are a player. nice to meet you, Im the coach” with a picture (bottle of champagne & ice cubes) : it is probably for my attention. What did she try to prove? Wasn’t it a little bit useless ?

Do you think that her challenge was to see if she would be able to make me run up in the club ? But, once again, I don’t see the interest to do that… I go there from time to time and I had planned to go out anyway thus that did not bother me… then, especially, it is very normal for a sexual guy wanting to screw a fuckable girl who turns him on like that. If I had not tried, it would have meant “I am gay”. Conclusion : there are really a lot of people who have nothing to do in their lives ! Finally here we are, she is probably not a panther at my height, rather a little pussy.

Well, motherfucka, I will not take the abject step of contacting again a young tease who maybe did just flinch and cave in completely. I will treat it with hatred. I deleted her number in order to do not be tempted to contact her during an evening of weakness. Especially that we shall re-meet certainly in parties.

So, I spent a nice night all the same but I would have preferred doing her things without delicacy in doggy style position at around 5 am o’clock. We would have had orgasms both of us, win-win scenario. Well, like I often say, it’s her loss more than mine and then it will all the same make a good story to tell on my blog.

The morality is: when a chick comes from nowhere and tries to pick you up while you have no social status, nor the face of Johnny Depp, nor the body of Brad Pitt nor the size of Josh Hartnett nor the money of Clooney… There is most of the time a trap. Be careful. But nevertheless I do not want of all this: the true PUA fucks girls with only his cock and his knife.

May the God of the Game be with us !

12th January 2013,

Hello ! Hope you’re fine ! Rested and relaxed after a few days in a mountain, I am back for a new season of scandalous pick up in Aix. Welcome in 2013.

Yesterday evening, it was an awesome night : I ate a burger in town with Marie (my open relationship), I fucked her of course and… when she left, I opened Facebook.

I chatted there with a girl almost as scandalous as me, who added me as a friend a few days before. Slight drawback, she is so full of herself that is not really credible : she claims she is “top of the range ” and that she deserves “only the best in her bed”. I founded it highly overrated that she dares to game me like that. She said “someone told me about you, you make me laugh a lot, so I’m half in your bed, your job is doing the rest”. I found it so beautiful that I almost blubbered. She also told me that she was at the moment in the bar in front of my house and put me in the challenge to come.

I just thought it was fate : I had a date with my Padawan (a friend from high school who has almost always been in a relationship but who broke up during the Christmas Holiday so he decided to learn the Game) so we went to this bas, in order to do not lose face. We had a few drinks, we looked for the scamp in question and when we had localized the target… Here is the exchange of messages :

23:34 MOI : Come to toilet
23:35 ELLE : Did you recognized me?
23:37 MOI : It is very easy to remove your bra with this dress (she had a naked back)
23:37 ELLE : Lolll I can’t see you
23:39 MOI : I ‘m making obscene signs just now !
23:40 ELLE : I do not see you

There, our looks crossed and I raised my glass like to say “cheers”. I drank heavily a Get-Perrier. Then we went out to get some fresh air with Padawan.

23:42 MOI : I will come to see you later, now, we are smoking a joint
23:43 ELLE : Give me some
23:45 MOI : Behhh, get out or come to the toilets
23:45 ELLE : Meet you outside
23:47 MOI : Are you afraid that I rape you ? Well, we go to the counter
23:47 ELLE : Come outside I’m smocking with a friend

We a little spoke with her buddy and she then we drank to their expenses at their table but someone spilled half-bottle of rosé on us. She said “look, me too I have some on my jean” and she took my hand to put it on her thigh. Red alert ! Well, after, we touched each other (she kissed me on the cheek to try to turn me on but I remained stoical like James Bond) then she went dancing on a chair like a delicious biatch and her buddy took advantage of it to whisper me “she doesn’t kiss at the first date!
– me neither”. Then I went to find her and I whispered to her “I don’t kiss at the first date!” she laught “me neither” (we are on the same wavelength).

I went to sit down again then she tried to turn on her buddy by rubbing herself to him. I began to put my jacket, she then ran up and asked me “are you jealous of my buddy, do you leave?
– No I was cold.” Then she sat down again next to me, began playing with ice cubes then put me three in the mouth before coming to take them with her tongue. Well, we kissed and everything then I suddenly received a text message. Because I had not put the number in my phone, I sent an elegant man “who are you ?
– Mélanie and you ? (another one who added me on FB at the beginning of the week)
– Barney Stinson.” We agreed to meet near the city hall to go in a club together.

Because I am one of these rare guys who can do two things at the same time, I danced at the same time with the girl of ice cubes. At a moment: she took my right hand, put it on her butt and told me “It is my trump card, my buttocks. (she probably likes doggy style)
– Would need that I see them without the jeans to confirm.” She violently pushed me on the seat and danced with one of my legs between her legs… She wriggled, came up and came down… Which means that, OK, she probably moves well in the bed too.

I missed the time of the appointment with Mélanie because of her, as a consequence I received “you are scandalous” by text message. Well, it motivated me to move. In any case, the player with the attractive legs wanted to leave in order to sleep and her buddy (nice head but become a little bit fat due to drinking) too. She gave me a kiss on the corner of the lips and I commented “what is this ?”On my way for the city center I received her address, it excited me but well… It seemed to me slightly too beautiful to be true and I had another plan, thus… A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush as said my mom.

01:08 ELLE : 7 Lou**** street
03:37 MOI : Sorry, I was in a club, I just received now (I lied to stay on course)

Padawan returned home and I went in another bar with Mélanie this time (beautiful green eyes but less hot than the girl of the ice cubes) : we met Hafid and Arnaud there. The girl tied my hands to the stripper pole with her scarf so I bawled “set me free anyone, help” but no one cared. Selfish men’s World ! She then joined me on the podium and I said, in a provocative way, “when do you wanna make love ?
– when you want.” I kissed her and she stayed stunned… she probably didn’t think that I would dare in these conditions. Well,  I also talked with a guy who carried a blond wig but this bastard licked my cheek by surprise. True story.

We finally went in a club, I really wanted to have a pee. Then, I opened my shirt as well as my pants and I kissed Mélanie again : I danced with my butt against her, discreetly fiddling her pussy. I looked like an idiot but it was original and discreet. After, we went to my place, we drank a tea to purify ourselves and we fucked.

She told me she sometimes attends to big orgies so I had to be good in bed so she wants to invite me. Well, now, I will see if I can have sex with the ice cubes’ cutie (I lied to her, I told her that it is my birthday today and she says that she wanna give me a gift tonight). Useless tease or true hedonist ? Time will tell, I have nothing to lose.

May the God of the Game be with you ! Kiss.

30th December 2012,

2012: it’s almost over… And this is probably my last post before the New Year’s doggystyle. Stopping alcohol, drugs and STDs were my resolutions of 2012. I almost succeeded, I am proud of myself and I really want to continue this way. Moreover, I found a nice girl (things come to those who wait)… I know we should not cry victory too soon with these things, but I feel good. Now I’m gonna tell you what happened this week because this is why I am officially here, to write this shit.

Wednesday, got lazy so I canceled a date « fuck-ensured » with a girl I like since more than one month. I really like this girl, we have a special connection. She had sent me « I have my period but if you want to see me even if we can’t have sex I ‘m in town this afternoon » and I was asleep so I forgot to answer. Butterfly effect : she insulted me through text messages then I called her to explain that she woke me up during my nap and everything but that it was a misunderstanding and that of course I wanted to see her. Date at 5pm, I finally rescheduled it at 6pm and then at 7:45pm…. because, damn, theses fucking Christmas decorations require a lot of time when you do not have the eyes in front of the holes. So we went to the movies, I paid so she forgive me and she chose the film. I didn’t remember she was THAT cute , otherwise I would have moved my ass more quickly .

She is the girl of Medicine (but not the one of the party) , tall, blonde , rich, hot , green eyes, Freemason and funny : the one who sucked my dick because I spilled a sugar pancake on my pants. She chose to watch « Popular » with the friend Duris, I like this actor so I smiled while leaving. I then proposed to make pancakes because I wanted to eat and while the dough rested : we had fun in the kitchen (on the hotplate it is hot, in an oven it is boiling )… I told her I really wanted her despite her flowing red river, so she kindly offered me to sodomize her. Not my thing ! During the second round, she chatted to me that this was only the beginning of her periods so we could finally do it (like what, when we want, we can ) . Indeed, the condom had just a slight pinkish tinge. Then we ate to regain strength and we did it again. I love this girl because in doggy style, she touches her clit alone, she had two orgasms Wednesday night and two others the next day. Because, yeah, I wanted her to stay the night … and I do not propose it to everyone ! Far from it ! At bedtime , she noticed the trail of blood left by Mary last time, so I chatted it was jam because I often eat on my bed  (no I didn’t change the sheets since – being more careful will be one of my resolutions for 2013).

I have offered to sleep with me because she is awesome. Let me explain: since she had sucked me, we had maintained telephone contact only because of her exams. But I often thought of her . Out of sight, out of heart, it’s true… Except that when I review her, everything came back to me in memory and we could go further. We deepened our relationship if I can say it this way. It was full of naughty stuff pretty funny : she coated my body whipped and fully licked me, I did the same (should always return the favor). We played with handcuffs, she was funny too. When I go into her mouth, her blowjobs are especially magical when she sucks on her knees, and when I lick her, it tastes good (rare) : she is very open and not afraid of anything. One of those rare precious stones that I do not want to lose… A female me ! So, we opted for a special relationship : I ‘m the only one and she is the only one with whom we do it without condom . This is not just sex , far from it , she is really THE girl I am with in an « open relationship» . What else ?

The next day we got up at 3pm and we made ​​love. Then we watched « Looper » that I had downloaded. I was hard for Emily Blunt then I fucked Marie (this is the law of the nearest pussy). One slight note of caution, while we watched the movie, she sent text messages to a Mister « Thibaut M » … I preferred to pretend seeing nothing rather than showing me uncomfortable or jealous. After all, he tries to pick up her while I sleep with her (this is the law of the nearest dick).

Thursday night , exhausted by too much sodomy, I suggested to the Coach met during the medical party to come in Aix. At the bar , we talked to quite drunk chicks and he made ​​me happy by practicing the « cash game » (Fabrice’s touch), that is to say, he told her « your lips are pretty » she said « you have to test » and they kissed. Then she left to join her « Belgian lover » , I quote. Then we went in the small clubs which are free but nothing to do there. I danced twice with girls except that after 5 minutes , they disappeared . I understood nothing , I probably didn’t smell good because I ate a shawarma before coming. Anyway, I dunno , I told to myself that it is like that sometimes, there is good evenings and nights without luck… Fortunately, on my way back , I found € 10 on the ground and I received a message from Marie of medicine : she wanted to spend a week with me… « challenge accepted ! » So , on Monday 31 , well I leave for a week with her ​​in the house of her parents in a small village which I forgot the name but where there’s snow.

Otherwise, I didn’t tell yet but the day of the end of the world : an ex (I’ll tell her story another day) came to collect her belongings but forgot her machine to smooth hair, I made an « instant date » with a girl who looked at me at the bus station and I went out solo in a festive before where I met some friends that I didn’t see for a long time. Some had taken MDMA, they understood nothing so I made ​​them sing « gnagnam style »  in Korean . One of them kissed me as soon as he saw me, I did not understand what happened , I was on my ass so I shouted « kissclose » raising arms . It was a kiss of friendship between addicts but… The only time I kissed a guy before it was to convince girls to do a foursome. Briefly, after an aperitif , still out in small clubs of the center of Aix, between mustaches, too much people there , so it fed me up. I tried the approach « do you want to have sex before the end of the world? » I’m not saying that I could not have fucked because I opened several groups and noticed one or two opportunities, but no, I dunno why , a lack of « mojo » probably and I was thinking of Marie ! To be honest , right now it’s not a party everyday in my pants, I reckon I’ve given a lot of energy this year and I gotta recharge my batteries. In addition , I have no more fresh plans, and you know, I love new pussies…  Last but not least, I saw a friend I had not seen for more than one year : he told me that he had become bisexual and he fucks a lot thanks to a libertine dating website. To meditate.

Yesterday, Saturday, I contacted the girl of the « instant date », maybe interested, maybe not, I can’t tell, it’s not crazy … Well, out with Arnaud and Hafid, I approached a girl in the crapper of a club but later in the club there was nothing to do. For example, I approached a chick and she cooled me cash « is it not better to dance with a guy ?
– Nope, me, I like animals » (she does not know is that I’m a beast in bed). Now, when a chick rejects me, I don’t care because I have this little voice in my head telling me « you do not know what you’re missing my dear little pussy, too bad for you. » Then I think to one of the amazing hotties I fucked, eg the Audrey Hepburn lookalike. It is for these small victories that I practice the game.

In short, one more bad evening, with only my left hand to escort me… It is the third one in few time then I’m questioning in my head. I’m gonna stop going out for a time, I guess. Come on, it was the night sexual frustration. Good night kids. Kiss and see you next year (I know you’ll miss me).

May the God of the Game be with you!

16th December 2012,

Last night we went out with Arnaud and Hafid (the dream team which make girls lose their virginities) : it was quite fun.

Weird thing : the day before, Arnaud had a date with a chick he met on Adopte, he kissed her and everything but when he showed me her profile: we understood that I also talked to her and that we planned to meet the following day. So instead of intelligently propose her a threesome, he sent her a ridiculous text message, something like « hi honey, I’m with  the Chabal’s cousin » (I don’t tell it to everyone but I told it to her because she is a fan of rugby). Arnaud is an idiot sometimes… he didn’t realize that he wasn’t the only guy she was flirting with online. He put her uncomfortable, well, I lost a chick but it doesn’t matter. I’m happy that Arnaud has fun (I just hope that his needy behavior will not make him lose her).

Back in the small clubs of Aix with Arnaud and Hafid. Big contrast with the big medical party, but well, we decided to get there early to enjoy the rush of chicks which occurs at around 1:30/2 am ! It was a good plan : we were approached by two girls , one who excited me a lot with her glasses. She said « you were at the bar -where-fucking -people-spilled-shooters-on-me, right ? » But they were not very funny so we moved on another set, 3 girls… the grass to graze seemed greener. Hafid and I cooked a lengedary sandwich with a miss-big-tits as ham (I didn’t see her face , I was behind her and in front of him ), but he put his thumb in the air like saying  « well ». Then I danced with another girl of the group « We know each other, right ?
– Do you think that we already kissed ?
– Yes. » Flash . « Ahhhh yes : last winter. You are Charlotte (I surprised myself, fucking memory – definitely there are many Charlotte in France) .
– Yes, did you pass your exams ?
– No.
5 minutes later (she was drunk) …
– By the way, did you pass your exams ?
– No.
5 minutes later (well, I want to know what drug she takes, looks amazing) …
– Anyway, are you gratuated ?
– Yes. » It made ​​me happy to see her so I sent her a short and naughty text message after the night but she did not answer.

Later, I wanted to move to the next club which receive the rush at 3pm (later there) but an horrible thing happened. Huge stress. My jacket that I put in a dark corner (I like dark corners) had disappeared (with my glasses, gloves, scarf and everything). I asked everyone to finally understand that a fucking idiot brought it back to the cloakroom. I got a terrible fright! Seriously, take care of YOUR life, people. After this bad news, I was so relieved that I felt full of energy : I approached 4 or 5 groups and made good jokes, a girl has played hide and seek with me, it was funny but I lost it in the club because I was high and I forgot what she looked like in the meantime. Arnaud suddenly disappeared.

At 4am, Hafid wanted to go back home but I wanted to save the honor so I told him that we would persevere. I spotted the last group of chicks available on the dancefloor, the tallest had just been approached by a lambda dude and danced with, so her friend was alone « it is not cool,  dancing alone. » She instantly made ​​me the dance of the ass on cock and I became hard… don’t ask me why but I probably was still turned on by the nurses I saw Wednesday night. I then kissed her neck and she turned, facing me. Kiss. Shortly after, she left and I didn’t think about taking her FB : she was such a bad kisser… well, I mean it is subjective, but we had no synchrony.

Morality :
– Taking a cloakroom at 1 € 50 is better than risking  to lose €300 of clothes and an anxiety attack;
– Persevering until the last second to successfully pickup girls, even when you’re not in a good night and you missed easy opportunities.

In any case, it was really a good night, we had a lot of fun. Anyway, I think I have the backlash of my year of pickup. Soft shot if you want to know (well, not everywhere when you know what to do)… But yeah, I slept with more than 2 girls per month on average so now I rest on my laurels like Julius Caesar and I even doggystyled my Cleopatra. Btw, if she reads me one day, I want her to come to my place or I go to her place and without a word I will do everything she wants. I want to be her toy boy delivered in 20 minutes. I want to be her knight who will make her succeed in her quest (she looks for pleasure)… What?! It is better than a party with a vibrator and your best friend, right? Well, I leave, the space-cake I have just swallowed is driving me crazy.

May the God of the Game be with you.

13th December 2012,

I hear a friend repeating to me for several years « medical parties rock, true orgies. In fact in Aix, it is too wise, too posh, you do not really have fun. » She thus questioned several years of debauchery in Aix (soft debauchery) then I preferred ignoring her remarks (the denial). But, yesterday, I had an opportunity to try it and I have to admit that it was a memorable night.

1st memorable thing : we went out of Aix with Hafid. He drove and we arrived alive. I don’t say that I wasn’t afraid nor anything but fortunately I texted Chacha on the road and it relaxed me. Chacha thought that it was the good evening to decide «  I do not want to be wise anymore » then I suggested her coming to my place, it was a joke but she said « yes. (shit)
– Well, in fact I can’t, I am in Marseille tonight. » Fuck. Well, I said to myself that we were going to have fun all the same. In fact, we really were in a good state of mind. It helped to make us enjoy this party like crazy, I guess !

2nd memorable thing : Hafid parallel parked and made a success of it THE FIRST TIME! Parked on the Vieux-Port at 5 minutes of the club, free of charge of parking… the night started well!

3rd memorable thing : once in the club, Hafidou deposited his jacket in the cloakroom, incredible! It is the first time I see him doing it, usually he says that it is too expensive… Then, we ordered drinks! I admit that 10 euros for 6 drinks, leaves nobody indifferent. At this price, everybody was quickly alcoholized. Fuck, I didn’t touched alcohol for 1 month because I decided to have a healthy life but I failed tonight. Otherwise, the club was big, several hundred people there. Conclusion : Marseille and Aix are really different : the prices, size of the club, and mentality of the girls (they are not really funny generally). When I entered, I knew at once that I was going to enjoy and wanting to return … Such a level of perdition involves depravation. Girls danced wearing just bras on the podium, the sexual tension was omnipresent, some guys were topless too. It was hot, it contributed to the fact that we transpired and that everybody was crazy! In fact it was very open-minded, like hedonists. I knew the kissing girls competitions in parties, but there I forgot my romantic ideas. Seriously, with the number of girls and their drunkenness, I saw an ocean of possibilities.

4th memorable thing : I met a guy who is a coach of seduction (we will call him the Coach), he goes into the sets and tries to pick up every girl : it is beautiful <3. We approached girls together, often he fall on the beautiful and I had the  ugly one… I think that I can ask him to pay me for that. Well, during the first approach, mine was really short and wasn’t funny, I danced with my thigh between her legs but I was happy when he told me that we change targets because his girl wasn’t interested. Seriously, I didn’t come in Marseille to fuck a dwarf but rather to make an injection in an nurse!!! Later I spoke to a girl who told me « shut up ». I calmed her quickly and she offered me a drink. So a girl fell on me, I caught her up, I told her that she owed me one because I saved  her life and everything but she rejected me like a shit! Biatch! Another shitty thing : a silly bitch did not stop eying me on the dancefloor then I told her to come to me through a sign of the head and she looked  at me like « what does he want  this loser?! ». I made jokes also; but I don’t really remember because of the alcohol. I remember on the other hand that I made two girls kiss because they claimed being lesbians. Sometimes girls have fun making the guys who try to pick them up think that they are lesbians, to be able to turn them on without giving them anything in return, so I play their game and push them to their limits. Only a minority of these girls are really lesbian. What else ? Another memory comes back to me, I tried to pick up a girl then when I felt that she was going to succumb to me, I left her. I didn’t like her too much but she came talking to me so… It was funny all the same.

5th memorable thing : I made a mythical KissClose in less than 15 seconds. I meet a girl around the dancefloor, she looked a little lost (maybe she had just vomited, on second thought). « Am I the one you look for?
– Maybe.
– Well, what do you wanna do now ?
– What you want. » There, I kissed her and she began dancing in a hot way! My dick was hard till 4 am in the morning thanks to her. Her other qualities : she showed me her tits and offered me a drink. She is a fresher named Amandine. I also remember having more or less took off her T-shirt on the dancefloor, having put my hands in her bra and having taken out a tit in front of everybody then she slapped me (I deserved it). At this moment, I believed that she was going to leave me but she started kissing me again even more. She bit me : it was exciting and irritating at the same time. I am now irritated, I have small wounds on the lower lip. But she is hot-looking: good breast neither big nor small, flat and firm stomach, beautiful butt, she knew how to dance and how to turn on a man. At a moment, she told me « I am really stretchable.
– Cool, can you show me?
– Not there, has too many people here. » She was funny in any case, we laughed a lot. Good time. I regret nothing and I want to go back in those parties. I didn’t took her number nor her FB because first I am stupid, then because I did not think of it and also because « what happens in Marseille stays in Marseille ». She told me that she would have guessed that I was not studying medicine nor from Marseille bicause « we do not kiss girls like that here », it’s aquote. I took it as a compliment. I am an original… like Klaus.

6th memorable thing : meanwhile, I saw Hafidou who told me that he had screwed a girl in his car parked on the Vieux-Port. When we left and came back to the car, we noticed that he had activated the warnings unintentionally and left them all night long! It is also for that that I love you, buddy.

7th memorable thing : « Epic fail » with Amandine. Like… it became hotter and hotter between us during  4 hours but Hafid-is-good told me at 4:30 am  that we had to leave, because he had to get up at 9 am to welcome workers the following day (he did not wake up finally but it’s a different story). The girl was disappointed (she told it to me in anycase) but we did not fuck. « I am a first-year and I have a little bed.
– Does it mean that you invite me at your place ?
– No.
– Then you want to come to my place?
– OK, where do you live ? (logistic is important)
– In Aix (I had already told her nevertheless, zebbi).
– No, it’s dead.
– Well, then you do not leave me the choice. » And I left. On my way, I had regrets and everything. Especially not having suggested her screwing her in the car because Hafid shook the key under my nose but I didn’t understand the message: I was too much in the conversation with the girl. On second thought, I made what I was able to, this is her fault. I wish her a good night alone with her thoughts. Besides, she told me that I had no abs, that my first name was some shit, and that she had vomited before coming to the club, but that I didn’t smell it because I was as drunk as her.

8th memorable thing : once at home, I jerked off. Twice. I put sperm everywhere (the mega-dose).

9th memorable thing : I had to clean my shoes because they stuck and were covered with some « party juice » (a mixture of vodka and other alcohols which covered the ground of the club).

10th memorable thing : flashback, the bar offered drinks to the girls who showed their tits and to the guys who took out their cock (not fair). Long live to the medical students.

I thus hesitated between investing in Amandine or diversifying IE kissing several girls (had a good choice in store there). I dunno if I took the good or the bad decision… Apparently the bad one, because I was finally able to sleep with myself (but the Coach too didn’t fuck a girl). The idea here is to turn on a receptive girl, and to try to know as fast as possible if we can sleep with her… if it’s a « no », then go and try on another target. In any case it was a nice evening, I had a lot of fun. Good plan.

I am going to hit the hay. May the God of the Game be with you !

9th December 2012,

Do you remember Chacha ? She was just 15 years old when I met her, her hair flew in the wind, she lived next to my parents’ house. We made a snowman when we were young, then we lost contact (but I liked her very much in secret) and one day when she was 20 years old, she came talking to me on FB. On Wednesday afternoon, we went to the café to drink a chocolate (or I don’t remember what) and I kissed her. We had agreed on meeting again this WE.

She came to my place as agreed : I like when girls keep their word. She arrived at around 9:30pm  while I was busy watching the miss. But honestly, SHE was my Miss France : a lot of charm, with attached hair she looked a little bit like Anne Hathaway, and her red lipstick put me back in mind that the mouth is the first genital organ of the human being. I didn’t say a word of all this but my imagination had a tremendous time there : I wanted to feel my tongue playing with her tongue, I wanted to be in her mouth, I wanted to be in her, quite simply… Sat down next to her, I was ready to do to her everything she wanted, seriously. Mode ” Man as a sex object [on]”.

Next to me on the sofa, this casual girl with eyes of cat began making sarcastic comments on my bookcase very directed « personal development » when Arnaud suddenly rang at my door. « Yeah it is the evening of the miss, so cool », he lied automatically on the second couch and started making strange comments. He is like that, sometimes, Arnaud : sometimes you don’t know what he did before, you don’t know where he comes from, sometimes he disappear during several weeks. Well, the thing is, that night… he was right here and totally high… I tried to communicate with him by the thought so that he walks away but, zebbi, the telepathy that does not really exist. On the other hand, he is a great buddy and I was happy to see him so I swallowed the mess but I had to try another approach with Catwoman because the desire invaded me.

Change of strategy: I went to my room casually « Ah Chacha, there is a thing which belong to you in my room, no? It’s yours, right ? What’s this stuff ? » She came with all the nonchalance which characterizes her and I pushed her against the wall. We kissed rather violently against the door (this chick is funny : when you kiss her, she spreads arms like if she recited the Lord’s prayer). In brief, that was very hot because my hands were on her butt, that she kissed me passionately, because I also turned her in front of wall, me behind her, taking her tits in my hands then going down against her thighs which I felt receptive. She felt my desire, I felt her desire when I passed on her crotch … I kissed her neck, nibbled her shoulders, began to make her top slide (I had the impression that her tits made me lights flashes)… Then, Arnaud went to crappers, flushed the toilets and it broke everything. The euphoria strangely dissipated. I even wondered if he did not deliberately decided to be such a sucker that evening …

As a result, we watched the end of the miss and my favorite won … Phew, I didn’t lose everything that night. Finally here we are, we went out in a bar except that I was very frustrated. Very very frustrated thus, I went to the bar angry. Dangerous, no ? Besides, Chacha stayed in the background, in a corner and a lot of guys came and tried to talk to her… It was funny but irritating because I was frustrated ahhhhhh. On his side, Arnaud created a show, the dance of the doggy style and others … And I was there, shared between the desire to make some stupid crazy things with and to fuck the naughty girl.

Well « when you’re fed up, call Cyprineman » : at 2am, I asked Chacha if she wanted to come back to my place. She said yes. Approximately -50°c degrees outside, the route transformed us into ice cubes then I politely suggested warming her in my apartment (or to melt her mouhahaha). There, immediately : it was wild, I kissed her stomach, put my hands in her pants to better feel her intimacy, put my head under her t-shirt like a submariner from Toulon. Her nipples hardened, her body arched, her breath accelerated. Me on top of her, then under, then her riding me… And suddently « well, I gotta go ». Seriously. I thought about hanging myself. If she did just have said that, it would be nothing… She got up, got dressed quickly and took the direction of the exit. That seemed to me like a guillotine which falls and cut your d***.

So I failed  with Catwoman. We could believe that it is because she is the good girl, who doesn’t sleep with people so easily and everything but nothing at all, that girl just freaked out. We could also think that I will want her more than if it had been easy but not at all, it is the fucking trap! In my head, she missed her chance… It is the truth, if I tolerate things like that, I’m done ! It’s her loss, too bad nevertheless I felt a real connection and everything (she ruined it)… Well, it is already very far all this, the streets which seem to you totally empty when you are with a magic girl, that nothing else matters, the curious onlookers can even laugh at us, these idiots, I sometimes dream that my foolishness makes me happy.

Well, I walked her back to her car all the same, and we kissed again. Try to understand, you, what pops into the head of a girl : it’s impossible. It was certainly a last-minute resistance but I have not seen anything come. I was bewildered as we say. I think that she was afraid of not being good enough in the bed with me, because of my reputation as libertine. And now, I have a nasty bitter taste on the tongue. Besides, I am fed up for the Grand Slam… fair enough, there will be other opportunities, I guess. Damned!

Then : I went night-clubbing in order to do not brood melancholy and I saw the pretty Marine with who I slept few days ago and she knew how to cheer me up… I handcuffed her, slept at her place and stayed until 5pm (don’t worry, I didn’t forget to set her free before leaving). Well, I didn’t lose everything that night.

May the God of the Game be with you.

8 December 2012,

Hello friends, I am very happy to be still alive so I can write. I am going to tell you why I was so afraid …

I had a date at 10pm with the 35-year-old married woman about whom I spoke to you earlier. Bad start : she sent me a text message at around 7pm « if I come at 9-9:30pm is it good for you ? » I was just getting out of my fuck with the previous one then I negotiated a small respite to eat and everything « no prob, take your time, 10pm at [this bar] it’s good ». Except that when the time came, I sent « where are you ? » and no answer… 10:10pm., I called her and… voice mailbox. I decided to go to see on the spot at around 10:20. At [the bar], nothing to report in the warmed terrace, so I called Hafid for advice, he suggested me to come playing poker with him and his buddies. Brilliant, except that it was not even a strip-poker! I told him that I was all the same going to go around the tables of the saloon, to be sure that my dancer was not waiting there like an idiot. No regret is my policy.

Once inside, I found her : I recognized her immediately. Not easy nevertheless bicause she has just 3 or 4 pictures on Facebook. This woman added me as a friend because she likes what I write on FB (I tell my adventures and develop fantastic theories about seduction, the whole on the tone of humor). The challenge is interesting and original : she is 35 years old, lives at the other end of France, is married.

This girl, or rather this woman, sipped a glass of rosé in a beautiful black, very classy dress. She has an attractive face, great legs and good neckline. In fact, she is really sexy. To contrast, I took a miserable apple juice because I don’t drink alcohol anymore. She paid my drink (very good initiative that deserves a cunnilingus) and told me that she had no doubt on the fact that I was going to come even if I was late… she however should, because I was very closed to join Hafid. In brief, I sit on a stool, she played footsie (caressed my feet) during a quarter of an hour, then touched me with her hands and came very close to me. She made rise the temperature but stopped always at the last moment. It was push and pull feminine version… I always thought that women had an innate gift, finer and more developed for the seduction. That is what consolidates me in my theory… She even went as far as fiddling with my face, etc. Never seen that, it is not the small kids who live here who would go so franco. It excites me twice more. I would like to congratulate hers, Earth  needs more women like her.

At a moment, the seller of roses passed then I asked my princess « Do you want to offer me a flower?
– No. » the seller was laughing out loud, he even tapped me on the shoulder. But, frankly, sometimes there were silences and she looked at me like if I was a fucking marvel or I dunno what. To try to understand, I asked her if she considered as one of my groupies « Half.
– Why ?
– Because, me, I came to see you.
– So what ?
– I am pretty sure that there is a lot of girls who would like to be me right now. » The bottom line is a certain shape of celebrity is thus the ultimate goal of the personal fulfillment

Because I am a suspicious dude : I was afraid whether she is a serial killeuse who would have a pistol in her bag or something. It was too good to be true. I even wondered at a moment if she had poisoned me with aconite in my apple juice like Hanna McKey. I know, I watch Dexter too much. On the other hand, if I think well : she is unknown here, alone. She thus can do what she wants and  it will have no consequence on her life. It is the same principle than at the Club Med. No social pressure = we enjoy life, in a carpe diem way.

At midnight, she wanted to go out to smoke: « do you want to go somewhere else to drink or do you want to come over and read my last post on FB ? (she did not read it because she was on the road all day long like De Palmas)
– Read at your place ! » Thus we were walking. On our way, I answered some SMS while she held my hand (not easy). I questioned her « you are really an awesome girl who takes the initiatives.
– Yes but I will probably never see you again, that’s why. »

Arrived at my home, she removed her shoes, and passed from 5’11 to 5’6, that changes. I turned her on in my bedroom and it worked like crazy. She moaned, had gooseflesh, etc. I really drove her crazy in the strict sense of the word. It is flattering for the ego. She threw me on my bed and sucked me « you open your Christmas present now ?
– You told me that we would make love before the end of the world ». Seriously, I had forgotten that I had said that but I think it is a legendary line. While she took me in mouth in a delicious way, I still wondered if she was going to twist my neck or others… and when. I was going to have an orgasm so I told her to stop. It is true, you don’t make a good impression when you ejaculate before penetrating the girl. I licked her, then took her in missionary. It was so good, I was so excited that I finished in only 5 minutes, fuck. So, during the time I needed to become hard again, I licked her again. I used the technique of the thumb and the tongue which titillate the clit while I’m fingering her. She had an orgasm, yeah, the honor is safe. I finally became hard, so I took her again in missionary, then she came on me (two orgasms) and asked me the sacrosanct doggy style. I enjoyed taking her doggystyle because she has a nice body and  especially the situation was really exciting.

Before returning to taxis, she read the text for which she came. She told me she will miss me. Me too, I liked her. When I see girls like that, so simple, so direct, who know so well what they want … that would almost tempt me to move at the other end of France.

Well. It is 2/3. Tomorrow, I see Chacha. It is not necessarily the most difficult but still she has to come to Aix (that she doesn’t cave in). She already said that she has « a lot of work » but that she was going to « try to » get organized. She hesitates. I am not fooled, if a girl cancels and does not make counterproposal, it’s dead.

I cross fingers. Good night. May the God of the Game be with you.

7th December 2012,

Today, I ate with Hafid at the university restaurant because I did not have something else than bananas in my apartment (and I think eating too many bananas can be dangerous), I bought gloves because it’s freezing outside, and I fucked a girl simply because I wanted it. It’s the chick I recently took to the cinema.

In Sociology of a womanizer, Alain Soral considers that his pickup is bad when he didn’t sleep with the girl after tree dates (so he is not a sucker exploited) ! Let’s recap : 1^st date = a drink in the bar in front of my house, 2^nd date = the cinema last time, 3^rd date = the D-Day = today. So : it was the last time I saw her if she continues  to avoid sex.

She came over after her day at the faculty (I dunno what she fucking studies exactly) to drink a tea (officially). I love tea because it is hot and wet. For over a month now,  I didn’t drink alcohol but I don’t need this shit… we kissed on the couch when my roomate arrived (inch’Allah) so I used this excuse to bring her in my bedroom : just a bed, no chair to sit down obviously. I turned her on against the wall 5 minutes then I said « close your eyes » and I undressed myself. Then, I brought her on the bed, she phoned to her mother that she would be late for dinner (those people eat at 7 am) while I licked her. It’s perverse, a girl, needs to know that. Besides, she was laughing out loud by hanging up.

No resistance. We made love only once unfortunately because she bled on my bed. No, she wasn’t virgin, it’s her contraceptive pill which provokes her bleedings from time to time according to what I understood. Her vagina was small (the pelvis was new – I guess it had not too much served) then I had trouble penetrating her and I felt tight, it was funny and pleasant. Or maybe it’s because she is short, because I had the same sensation with the girl from Adopte of September (who was short too) except that HER, I’m pretty sure she was a nymphomaniac (and I say it in an affectionate way).

On the other hand, bad point, she is the second girl in a row who doesn’t suck me! Not satisfied ! Well, I have to leave you because I have a date at 10 pm with a 35-year-old married woman <3. No child, the morality is safe. No, seriously, maybe that she is making me a big joke or maybe I am going to fuck her. In the doubt, I have to take a shower to remove any smell of cyprine on my pubis. Also, tomorrow, I see Chacha, my sexy neighbor I like very much a lot !

Well, I kiss you, family ! See you soon I hope because that would mean that I have given orgasms… again ! The Grand Slam would be 3 in two days. At the moment 1/3…

Agent Cyprine, roger ! May the God of the Game be with you !