Author: Fabrice Julien PUA

March 22th 2016,

News:

Last week, I shut down 1 girl on Tinder and 2 on Adopte! I am quite proud of myself. These three chicks wanted to come to my house and fuck me (not all at the same time)… I was kinda interested, but at the last moment I want to sleep, play sports or stay quiet. I behave a little like a little girl now.

I want something else now… First of all, I have less desire to fuck chicks just for fucking chicks. So my contenders must be hot but also motivate me by their discussion and all this crap (I do not want to make more effort than they do). Then, I want to devote more time to my darling, The Teacher. She fills me and takes a lot of sexual energy, and she deserves me to be more serious because she truly believes in me. Finally, I want to take more care of me (rest, sport, food). It is therefore with great pride that I announce that I have canceled my subscription on Adopte! And I’m going to make a symbolic gesture before being faithful (I can’t stop everything all at once).

Job :

Yesterday, I ate with my future employers. They came to my neighborhood so I did not lose too much time at noon and invited me to a great restaurant. They told me about the insurance they had, what I was going to do exactly as work (there will be displacements) and the modalities of the beginning of my DEC/CAC contract.

They look funny but a bit special though, both of them. One told me how he had counted a libertine club and the other told me when a client made a claustrophobic attack because he was working in an office without a window before (like me, currently). They concluded by saying that as one spends a lot of time in the office, it is important to have a pleasant living environment. I 100% agree what they told me especially after I spent a frozen morning because the boiler is down in my current office. The less fun thing is that one of them mimed an intellectual masturbation as if he had a huge cock right in front of the waitress: I laughed out of politeness but it made him very ridiculous the space of an instant! In short, it cannot be worse and I cannot wait to stop hearing the voice of my shitty boss asking all day and to everyone “what issue are you working on ?!”

Test of Happn:

The other day, when we went to SPU, I was swept away by the whirlwind of my desire for novelties and I installed Happn “find who you meet” in the stride. The idea of ​​this app is to put the users in relation as soon as they intersect within a radius of 250 meters. It is a free French application that tells you when, where and how often you have met a chick. Then you can choose the little heart to try to get in touch or ignore it if she is ugly. If the chick also clicks on the little heart, there is “crush” and you can talk to each other.

For ten days, I pressed all hearts but I was put in contact with only 5 or 6 chicks. And among them, only two really caught my attention: the others were either not very hot, either their conversation was boring, or they wanted a couple at all costs (three things that were unacceptable to me).

My first choice was a little doctor of 26 years. We talked a lot and it was nice… until she asked me “What are you looking for as a relationship?”. I told the truth and it did not please her too much but we agreed to go and have a drink in town and then go home if we liked each other. But, on D-Day, she canceled by saying “I’m not looking for the same thing as you, eventually.” I tried to argue and she replied “I already have enough to satisfy myself in bed, I look for serious, me now.” So I asked her why I would agree to make several dates with her and to wait wisely for her because she wants something serious with me, while another is fucking her (but has the right because she does not want something serious with him). She did not know how to answer me and blocked me.

My other correct crush was a little English girl of 21 years, cute, emigrated to France for a few years and lives on a ranch where there are 11 horses. I also got the fucking question “What are you looking for here?
– I seek nothing and I will see what I find and you?
– if you want nothing you can find nothing ^ ^ I want to meet, have fun and see what to do after ;)”

I was pleasantly surprised by her honesty. From there, I offered to meet up with her. She asked me where. I replied “home” and she came (she said she was lazy to go drinking in town before). It went very quickly and mostly all alone between us. Yesterday evening, just arrived, she said “I put my alarm clock for tomorrow morning” (fuck, it was only 8:45pm and she was already thinking the next day). That’s when I understood that she was going to get in for the night. I did not really like the idea because we did not talk too much about it. But never mind ! Then we compared our apps: she was told that we crossed over to Jean Macé and I was told over Part-Dieu. Find the mistake ! It is not very reliable, this thing, I guess…

Well, if not, we fucked after a few minutes. I was trying to do some discussion but she really ONLY wanted that I fuck her. She kissed me and threw me on the bed and then ordered me “take everything away.” She rushed on me like a crazy in violent mode and then wanted to sit on a chair, that I stand in front of her and that I nicely fuck her in this position. It was pretty exciting! It must be said that she is very muscular: she has the salient abs (due to the horse apparently). She only came once, but I did not want to start over or take anymore care of her. Then she went to bed and fell asleep. It was only 10:30 pm. This morning, when she went to her internship, she woke me up at 6:50am !!! Fucking free whore bitch! In short, I will not see her again because:
– there was quite a lot of grass all the same, but I’m not a goat;
– I do not like that one stays with me when she totally could return at her place at 10 pm;
– She did not suck my dick.

The girl from the street:

News of my little bomb picked up in SPU: since I fucked her, she writes me a lot of texts. And when I do not answer fast enough, I receive “…” She told me that she really wants me to fuck her again and wonders what I would like her to do to me. Or “how chicks reveal their slutty side once you had sex”. Well, next WE it’s Easter, so I go back down to Aix but the next week I would gladly fuck her again. Her ass gave me a very good memory.

To finish: still no news of my fucking brother. Fuck off!

See you, friends!

March 20th 2016,

What’s new lately? Many things.

First of all, I resigned from my shitty job because I found better paid one… and the coolest thing about it is that my boss became crazy when I told him (he probably thought that I was going to be his slave for 3 years). Then, I reframed my fucking brother. Finally, I did an SPU session with buddies during which I took a number. Did I sleep with the girl afterwards, like a boss? The answer in this post.

1/ My resignation in the face

At first I had formally written my letter of resignation and prepared the letter I had given the secretary for her to post from the office. Except that because my former boss is a control maniac, he saw that I had written a letter to the attention of his office… so he decided to open it to see what it was.

BOUM, my letter of resignation in the face… Oh damn! He landed in my office like a fury. He accused me of trying to send a personal mail with his money. I simply answered “no it’s professional”. I also had made an appointment with him with the secretary to explain the reasons for my departure but he was in a hurry and red with anger so I went straight to his office.

I told him that I had heard him speaking in a bad way of me, which he denied formally… while I was not bluffing. I told him that I had found a job paid 700 € more per month, for a number of files divided by two and with a practice of auditing. All that in a class environment with even a window in my office, some toilet paper and light in the toilet.

All he found to answer me is that it is not polite to leave in full tax period. “No, end of April is the end of the tax period”. He had put an abusive clause in my contract of employment saying that one does not have the right to resign between December and April and he thought that he was going to fool me. Then, about the notification, he told me it was two months before quiting the job, but I looked at the collective agreement and it’s only one month because he never gave me the status of an executive. I put it in his ass! Finally, he tried to make me commit myself to finish all my files before leaving. “So you promise to finish all the files before you leave?
– No, I’ll do what I can.” And that’s true, I have a certain professional conscience so I will do what I can but I do not want to be me like my colleague who came back to work for 0€ just because the asshole made him give his word to finish his balance sheets before leaving and getting paid.

In short, he also tried to make me feel guilty by saying I owed him a lot because I was not worth anything when I arrived in his office. Then he told me that I did not deserve such a salary and that they would never keep me. But the salary in question is just the average for an accountant. He wanted to know where I was going but I said no. He was fucking annoyed !!! Like a chick who’d just been dumped, he said “I will have no problem finding someone to replace you. Good luck !”

I felt a bit guilty after this event… and in the evening at home, I suffered from huge crisis of anxiety (I could not stand and even in my bed everything turned as if I was drunk). But I analyzed it as such and I fell asleep quite serenely. When I talked to my shrink, he told me that there was progress since I had not thought directly of death. He is quite pleased with the work and started the process to stop my SSRI medication (I’m happy because I think they probably are not for nothing in the fact that I am getting fat).

I was thinking a bit after that. Like if I was really an incompetent egoist. But a few days later, on my way to the pharmacy, I realized that I did not even have health coverage. While it is obligatorily paid 50% by the employer and 50% levied on the employee’s wage slip since January 1, 2016. I asked why and I was told “you did not request it”. I looked at the legislation and all employees must have it by default unless the employee signed an exemption. Really, some people think everybody is stupid! So I’m leaving without any regret at all.

2/ My brother is an asshole

Since my father keeps telling me about my brother, telling me that he is suffering because of my brother and that it makes him sick: I decided to send to my brother a letter to reframe this asshole. Why a mail? Because he no longer answered the phone and forbade any visit to his family. Well, the first version was really full of insults so I sent it to my parents for their opinion and they soften it. I only repeat in this letter the facts and put the guy face his contradictions. Then I tell him what I think of his fat wife and his shitty attitude towards those who have raised him. I did not even do it for him to read it, I did it for me, to relieve myself.

3/ Street Pick-Up

Last week, I was visited by my mom. Then, on Saturday afternoon, she left. So I went to SPU to change my mind. This is the first session I did in Lyon: I had never found the time/motivation since I arrived in September but one of my padawans has fucked a girl lately so it inspired me !!!

It was as if the God of the Game said to me “you have to go picking up in the street, to silence all the jealous asshole who say to reassure themselves that you are only able to do online dating. ” This is wrong, of course, since I have more than 50% of my FC coming from the Internet but I have also fucked a lot in NPU and Social Circle in Aix and I count a few FC from the street too .

We made groups of two with my friends and I was approaching with the Alsatian dude. After an hour, we saw a group of two cute girls. My opener “we crossed the street to come talking to you”. A fairly normal discussion ensued. Except that my target thought I was 32 years old but I am only 27. Otherwise, she works for getting an accountant diploma so she liked that I tell her that I am practicing public accounting. She gave me her number to “talk about it.”

All week we wrote between 1 and 3 text per day. Nothing extraordinary, just fairly basic discussion, without too much sexualization. And we agreed to meet again last night. She is in Saint-Etienne all week for her studies and does not come back to Lyon until the weekend, that’s why it was so long! We met on the metro downstairs but she wanted to have a drink in town to get to know each other. There is only one bar in the neighborhood and in addition, they closed at 8pm, these losers almost screwed me up. So we walked to Saxe-Gambetta to drink a glass of wine and piss it in the wake.

Then she told me she was hungry. She must have thought that I was going to pay her the restaurant, the naughty girl !!! So I suggested that I bring her to my place to cook some pasta. She was OK. It must be said that I made a lot of fun about it during the week because every time I asked her what she was eating she said “tomato pasta”. When we arrived at my house, we played cards, a lot of different games, and we ate these famous pasta (with vegetables anyway). So far nothing extraordinary.

Except that at around 11 pm she told me she wanted to leave soon. Sitting next to her, I started caressing her back, her thigh. Her reaction: I saw her turn her back, moving away, and so on. So I got up to stand behind her and kiss her neck. She dodged. I turned her in front of me (the chairs are swiveled ones in my living room) and we kissed timidly.

She made me a nasty Last Minute Resistance like “I do not want to deviate from my principles, stop touching me. “ I dug and she told me “I want but I’m not a girl like that so we’ll meet up again next week to go further”. I tried to show her the debility of her reasoning, but she was blocking. “Carpe Diem ! If you have two orgasms next week when we meet again, it’s cool. But tonight we are going to be two to be frustrated (win-win scenario) while you could have two orgasms tonight too! And the freedom of the woman in all that ?!” In fact, next week, I go down to the south to visit my parents so I could not fuck her.

As a result, I went on the offensive. I stroked her and everything and blocked her against me. I passed my hand on her breasts, on her pussy, and so on. It drove her crazy. At one point I wanted to go under her panties and she screamed. Even scolded. “Oulah,” I said to myself. Am I going too far? I do not want to be considered a rapist or anything like that. I then left her a little quiet while the time of the last metro approached. But that’s when she said “You really got it all right.” I asked her to develop her thoughts and she confessed to me that she was excited but that she would mind giving up. I interpreted it as her unconscious mind asking me to continue so that she could overcome her blockage. “I never did anything the first night and I can respect myself thanks to it so leave me alone… yes I want you but we will do it in one week”. For fun, I began to describe the orgasms I wanted to give her, the pussy-licking I wanted to make her, how her legs would be going to shake and everything.

I managed to make the discussion last and to captivate her until the time of the last metro passed (I said yes to everything, that she could leave when it wanted but in fact I was still holding her quite firmly). Then I pressed her against the bed without really holding her… so she could run away if she wanted to. I put again my hand in her thong (persistence) and caressed her clit. She came after a few minutes. She told me it had been a long time since she had done anything. So I put in my other hand and began to finger her. She wanted to smoke a post-orgasm cigarette and think.

Afterwards, she told me to be warm so I took her sweater off her. She less wanted to be prayed from there: I put off her jeans and she opened mine. I have not talked about it yet but she is really hot this girl (in two words she is like I like them that is to say thin with boobs). 1m63, 42kg, blonde with big tits and a nice face. Her ass is not bad too, not too wide. Dressed class, she is a bit haughty because her parents live in Massena, the most bourgeois district of Lyon. Her only real fault is that she smokes a lot !!! Well and her anecdote is that she has a sister and two brothers who were adopted because her parents could not have children. But one day, she was born anyway. She is a kind of miracle of nature!

Well, truce of romanticism, let’s get back to sex. I caught that she had not depilated her pussy (there was some slight regrowth). She said she had done it on purpose to be sure not to sleep with me the first night. I laughed !!! She wanted the light to be turned off. I said “OK”. And then, we discovered a common love for doggy style. She re-enjoyed in spoon. Then afterwards, I fingered her in four-legged position and she came again. “You are making me dream.”

I fucked her for my own pleasure after that and I had a powerful orgasm. She smoked (no joke) and we did it again. She climbed up on me and was about to make me penetrate her without a condom because she was caught up in her enthusiasm but I insisted on putting one and we switched into a hardcore missionary this time (4th orgasm). She has been ecstatic about the fact that I hold for a long time. Then she concluded “I do not regret at all, you took very good care of me”. After she complimented me “how can you be so perfect?
– oh I’m far from perfect. “

She told me what she had thought of me during my approach “you looked serious with your glasses and when you approached me, I did not think you could be such a good lover.
– Well then, why did you agree to see me again?
– To meet new people. » Women’s logic. The only one who believed that we were going to sleep together finally, it was me… and that was enough.

I took her back to her taxi: she had no money but I was lazy to walk her back to Massena, especially since I would have to go home alone so I gave her 10€ for her troubleshoot. Anyway, it was her birthday this weekend so it will be my gift for her (plus the orgasms).

When she got home, she sent me a little text to thank me for insisting and telling me she’d be thinking about it all week. In short, she did something crazy for her birthday. She asked me to keep for myself that she had deviated from her principles “but we have no friends in common …
– yes, but in 4 years we may find ourselves in the world of work because I want to be a chartered-accountant too.
– Bah, I will place you ;)”

I was excited at about 3am because I succeeded (two hours of SPU in Lyon and 1 FC… who says better? Actually I think the different fields come together once we have taken the number so the experience in one pays in the other because the beginner’s luck has its limits anyway). To calm myself down, I watched Le cercle des poètes disparus. I fell asleep after 45 minutes (although it was interesting). That night, I dreamed that the Lair of Lyon played football with a potato and that I scored a goal. Metaphor ?

May the God of the Game be with us for the continuation of this adventure that is called life!

PS: The day before yesterday I went with the Prof to her graduation ceremony to get her own class. And I fucked her in room 215 of the university. To the students who will be there in the future, you will think of me.

March 7th 2016,

This year, there were 29 days in February so I used this bonus day which is not supposed to exist to do a little introspection (which does not mean that I pushed a camera in my ass). I had begun writing my text, that I finished today. Then I’ll tell you how I fucked a brunette who blushed easily.

1/ The introspection

I have thought a lot about my decline in NPU results (less F-closes) in Lyon. I deliberately set aside the fact that this is the fiscal period at the office so I’m very tired.

I sincerely believe that it is due to my aggression of two years ago: I still feel this post-traumatic stress and it is true that it is difficult to pick-up in a simple way when you are stressed for reasons that surpass yourself, when you have dizziness and everything on the field. So, when I go out, the simple fact of going out is already a victory for me: I’m proud of beating my agoraphobia.

Then, I have less desire to pervert the girls here in Lyon than when I was in Aix since I already did the experiments I wanted to do on the field (except the swingers club). So I need new ideas to feel a desire to test them on chicks.

And finally, I do not care because I can fuck a lot of girls online. So it is really the recreation with my friends, that I help my best on the field (and sometimes I leave so they stay with the girls). Anyway, the more pressure I put on myself to get results, the less I think I will succeed.

Otherwise, I’m still disrupted. My dreams speak a lot about death. Either I have to kill someone in my sleep, or they try to kill me. Or one of my relatives dies. They also talk about my studies, for example: “I was told that I did not get my diploma and I have to go back at school”. Or “in fact, I’m not a graduate and I have to go back to university because there’s an exam I’ve forgotten to go to and I’ve just noticed it.” Another variant: I break my neck in a staircase and I get up very stressed. It must be revealing of my deep anxieties all the same… but anyway, I wake up almost every night with tachycardia. It does not help to rest properly!

My brother is still an asshole. But besides, it’s a fucking coward who has no gratitude for those who have raised him. My father “got” the right to go see his grandson 1h every month. How? By shouting my brother violently on the phone. Permitting this visit was a tricky trap: when I got there, my brother’s wife forbade him to take pictures of the baby, a real asshole. Then they started insulting him. They are really crazy. So I began to write a “letter to my brother”, not to make him react (it will surely upset him) but for me, to relieve myself.

I had a job interview last Tuesday. Because, at my office, it it’s a mess, as you already know. I will be better paid, there will be better clients, I will practice audit, etc. I am waiting for my promise to hire to resign.

I fucked so much this weekend with The Teacher that I nearly canceled my date last night as I canceled the one of Saturday afternoon with a lawyer (I actually fell asleep). I have no real desire to pick up at the moment, so I will slow down.

2/ The brunette who blushes

It all started with a message received on Adopte on February 9 (almost one month ago fuck) :
” 20 minutes.
The time I needed to read your profile.
3 smiles.
1 nervous laughter.
1 “fuck, who is this guy”
5 minutes of red cheeks
10 minutes to know if I will write to you or not.
I feel that I will need a phase of introspection before coming to your place. But I already know that I do not want to let you disappear like that.
By the way, I specify in case that I love to make love and that I have no problem walking around in Eve’s outfit and in an enlightened apartment.
I have no conclusion. You killed me. Good night.”

I looked at her profile. She just meets the 10kg rule but does not do sport. I answered because she has a pretty face and I have enjoyed her writing :
“Two hours.
The time I needed to answer.
Time to get up, to go to work, to finish what I did not finish yesterday and here I am on my computer!
You are good if you have read everything in 10 minutes only.
I looked at your pictures, I find you pretty, you look sexy.
So, Eve’s outfit, why not, but for touching each other we will see later (or not)
A date like this would seem very sincere.
I am as much seduced by the personality of a girl as by her physique, and you seem to have both.
You will say that I killed you after a few orgasms.
Good night.”

Then we talked tacitly: “I am curious to know if you talk as much about sex as you write.
– Well, then come to my house and find out.
– Today…?
– No lol but why not tomorrow?
– I have no free night before Sunday 10 pm (or 11 pm).
– Do not worry we’ll see the next week then :)”

Then, she made the interaction last : a stay in Berlin for a week, a week with her parents during the holidays and then I guess she hesitated between flaking or not… I must say that I was hardcore with her: “I will try not to increase the number on the counter with a guy that is not up to it… Besides, if we end up meeting, why do you want this to happen absolutely at your place ? It is a mode of operation engraved in the rock?
– No, we can go to your place if you prefer.
– Neutral location not possible? Would you feel like wasting your time?
– Clearly.
– It has the merit of being clear. I have a small list of questions to ask you and I refrain from asking you now so I can get the general picture in person, including non-verbal communication. And if I could stop feeling like a virgin when I talk to you I’d feel better and it would be good for you.”

So she finally came last night. We talked a lot around a glass of the cider she brought (I appreciated her politeness). She blushed a lot as soon as I began to talk about sex. So I talked about less sensitive topics like her marketing studies (I was sincerely interested in it) before going back to the subject of sex. For the anecdote, she could not formulate her preferred position so she drew it on an envelope. I laughed: she likes everything from behind (doggy style and sodomy) as long as she can masturbate at the same time.

About online seduction: she went on 5 dates, slept with 3 including another Fabrice after three dates (including one at the opera and one at the restaurant). She also met a younger guy who came directly to her place and fucked her while she did not like him, just because she was sex-starved. And finally, another with whom she went to have a drink before going to his place. She confessed to me that she had very few orgasms in her life (except masturbating).

When I saw her blushing because we were talking about sex, I teased her about it and then asked how she would react if I undressed… right now. She said she did not know. So I took my dick out, in front of her. To see what could happen. She did not know what to do. I asked her how she found my cock “I do not know it is a just dick… (skeptical face)… well, I confess, I’m excited and I want to suck it.

So, I let her touch it and then I fingered her against the wall before licking her on my bed. First orgasm. She sucked me to thank me. Then I licked her again and… second orgasm. Then I fucked her doggy style while she touched her own pussy… third orgasm. Finally, I quickly finished on all fours.

She had firm breasts, a lot of charm and nice eyes. But in all that, I must confess that what turns me on the most is novelty. The discovery of a new body even if it is a little less hot than the one of my girlfriend makes me get it hard… it’s serious!

She lay in front of me on the bed to recover from her emotions, her head turned. She did not felt anything anymore when she left and suggested that we meet again but I am not very OK because although she is not ugly and sent me a text message on her way home to tell me that she was wet still all along the way, The Teacher would feel too betrayed. This morning by provocation, I sent “did you think to my cock tonight?
– it even was my first thought on waking!”

Otherwise, a little while ago, a little bitch on Adopte asked me “does it works your description on chicks? Some really read it until the end, is it not too long? Do you find some desperate women?” Pff, no comment. I found it almost as ridiculous as when I trolled an unfuckable chick on Tinder “hello little slut, wanna fuck?” and that she replied “no, no, I’m not a girl like that, let’s go to the restaurant first”.

May the God of the Game be with us!

February 29th 2016,

A lot of things have happened in my life lately. It took me a few days to realize that, the race for sexual performance is over. I have reached my goal so I want to take more care of myself, find a better job, eat healthier and lose weight (because I am getting fat), sleep more, workout (because the pool does not have the same effect on me… I do not feel as “manly” after a swimming session as after a bodybuilding session).

At the office, my colleague the Sultan is gone (he was the one with whom I had a lot of fun). It pissed me off a little bit but I’m happy for him so I do not blame him. How could I btw ? I will tell you this story because it is edifying: he is 50 years old, bac+8, 6 years of experience in this shitty cabinet but is paid €1500 per month. Knowing that elsewhere, an equivalent position would be paid at least €3000. Where does this money go? In the pockets of the boss, of course… this fucker who boasts of going to Dubai while we are working like fanatics!

Why has my colleague all these years been exploited? I have observed him a lot and I think he was conditioned to think he is a shit. He was constantly denigrated, belittled, humiliated by my boss. It’s a very nice guy, Sultan, who brought me enormously on both a human and a professional level so I hate the idea that he can be treated like that. For me, what he has undergone is almost like moral harassment, but it is a common practice in accounting firms. The boss does the same to me, so I do not feel too strong and I do not want to leave “it’s good but it was easy”, “you are improving but you are doing it for you” or “it’s correct but…” and there it will find a subtlety that a normal chartered accountant would not take into account.

In short, the deal between them was that my boss had to sign the conventional breakup of Sultan in February and then that he comes to work on the black market until the end of the fiscal period. (Do not be fooled, rapping the Pole Emploi off is a common practice in this firm. It’s an awful lot for an accountant, someone who normally has to respect the law!)

But then, at the moment of signing his breakup, he whistled him like an old dog (like he always does) and then told him “for the balance of any account, we will arrange.” Basically, he owes him more than €4000 for a week and refuses to pay him the hours made on the black market for two months. My colleague showed me his bank account is €3500 in the red for years, so he really counted on it. There was a big lack of respect and consideration so my friend no longer comes to the office. Sultan is waiting to see if he will receive the money due to him at the time of pay, or if he will have to sue him and send the labor inspection. Which would be good for everyone here, by the way.

As a result, my colleague will not come back. He decided it and he is right. I’m selfishly sad but I know it’s better for him. That’s why I worked on my resume, strong with my new experience (I took what I had to take here) and I’m going to leave. The goal is to move quickly to a firm that normally treats its employees.

Friday night, I spent the evening thinking about the rest of my life. Accountancy is certainly “prestigious”… but in fact, I think I would prefer to earn my living on the Internet and go living near the sea, relaxed. With a bisexual woman, who would only cheat on me with women and with whom we would make threesome from time to time to spice up our routine. She would also be a great mom for my little Cyprinechildren.

Saturday night, I had to see a beautiful blonde met on Adopte. Except that I was tired (really… I amost fell asleep at 10pm) and that The Teacher proposed to meet up. I am quite proud of having canceled my near-insured F-Close to go and give a hug to my darling. We spent the night together and half the day on Sunday. I want to give her a chance.

Meanwhile, the Nice Giant was fuckclosing a girl met on the street. I am very proud of my Padawan.

Last night, so on Sunday, I received the visit of this beautiful blonde I had to see the day before. The poor one thought I was a soft cock that had got cold feet. Indeed, on Saturday night, she wanted to see me in a bar for prudence but I said no. So she proposed to meet at the metro and I said “lazy” then she said “OK I can come directly to your place” and that’s where I said “no I’m too tired”. I really played the princess !!! In fact, I now enjoy to drive them crazy since I reached my goal and I have a cool girlfriend : I play only for pleasure now (by envy and not by need) and it is liberating! !!

So, I said no to her and went sleepind with my chick. But I still did not want to treat her so badly, since I had liked her pen on Adopt. Indeed, she had written me nice things… selected excerpts:

– “You are a UFO … 🙂 but I noticed that you could quite easily become UFO on this site. For example, I am often told this because I respond cordially and say “goodbye” to people with whom I feel no feeling, without leaving them in a silence. In the end, people ask very little! A little respect and that seems unusual to them.”

– « I could defend my profile, for example, because I felt referred to in this paragraph: “If in your profile I see things like “no sexfriends bastards” or “under 1m80 go away” know that I do not like this shitty mentality so you will not interest me.”… there is indeed on my profile a sentence like that. (But not really, I do not see the concern to prefer men who do not risk to be belittled because of my size, it happens too often!) But no, I will finish by choosing a simple simple approach. By asking you one thing. Take me 🙂 »

– « You are indeed that head on which I bugged at the turn of the road, and this text that spoke to me much this evening. I am of libertine confession, so no, your text is neither shocking nor displaced, although a bit long for what it summarizes 😉 It titillated my curiosity, but not only! »

– “For the libertine clubs, I’m beginning, but let’s say, it’s been a while since I put a name on this state of mind, so no I’m not yet a real libertine. The few incursions I made made me realize that I would have to arm myself morally before being up to it. There is everything there, and some are a bit oppressive: the attribute “woman alone” makes me a piece of meat in a lion’s den.”

– “In spite of everything I would take a drink first. Photos are one thing, feeling is another and for me it is important. I guess it’s the same for you anyway, is not it? (^^ no need to answer yes to make me happy, it would make make me laugh if you said “no me I do not care as long as I can score” ;-))

She was really nice and patient, so to reward her, yesterday I made a concession and went to pick her up on the subway. We talked around a glass of wine at my house. She told me that she had already gone to a swinger club in Lyon and how it was happening there. There are seemingly parties for “young people” which are nice and where there are quite a lot of people. There are mostly couples, but also nymphomaniac chicks who fuck a lot of guys like if the man was a tool and guys alone who hunt with their hard dick in the hand.

People walk there naked and this is the norm, so no one is shocked. Then, when we meet people with whom we want to fuck, we can go in closed rooms, rooms where people can watch, or even dirty rooms with accessories. It appears that it is a very respectful environment, where people are not pains in the ass : when they are told no, they leave. Frankly, at the next young party I would like to go with The Teacher. Not to swing but to find a naughty girl to make a 3some or just to fuck in front of people.

Finally, it’s apparently downright different from the libertine dating sites where all guys are sex-starved. They pose almost all shirtless with a close-up dick “here is the photo of the members of the site”. There are few young and hot chicks, rather old or fat ones who take themselves for top models because they are solicited. It is a big scam, in my opinion, these sites. Girls are always the prize, and we are exploited like shit. Always the same story.

After a long moment of discussion, she surprised me “when will you kiss me with your beautiful face?
– Wait, I’ll finish my drink.
– Ah, I thought I scared you.
– Did you look at me?”

Then we got off. I removed my shoes and the difference in size was accentuated because they give me an advantage. She made a comment on it but did not care, basically. I licked her until the orgasm then she sucked (after asking me if I was sure to have no illness) and I finally fucked her very sexy ass on all fours with a condom she put on my dick. She told me I was fucking her hard and I took it for a compliment, in doubt.

She is pretty cool this chick, she looks like a Swedish so she is tall and blonde with light blue eyes. But in fact… she’s just Breton! Before leaving, she gave me eco-orgasmic condoms from her association because she is invested in ecology and they give ego-orgasm condoms because… apparently, in the lubricant of the normal condoms, there would be endocrine disruptors . Otherwise, she was an engineer but converted last year (she is 27 years) in osteopathy because it is her vocation. I find it courageous.

In short, it confirms me in the idea that I am a libertine in the mind… but I do not yet know if I am made for environment. Must see!

May the God of the Game be with us!

February 23th 2016,

I felt that everything was going to change, but nothing changed… a bit like during the night of December 22 to 23, 2012. To better understand what happened to me, I need to tell you everything.

Friday morning, after I fucked Tinder’s bomba latina, a guy pissed me off on FB. “Thi guy”, is the niggaz from Nice, with whom I had participated in a sixsome last year: an angry man who likes to denigrate me on the Internet because he knows that he owes me a lot for opening his field of possibilities. Logically he should be grateful but it much easier for the ego of an asshole to tell shit and pretend he had learned all by himself.

The fucker tried to intimidate me: “I’m in Lyon this weekend if it can allow you to shut up and say nonsense on the INTERNET”. In fact, what he did not appreciate is that I made a few remarks in public in order to help him: the poor said he wanted to dumb his girlfriend but he has not the balls to do it. The truth is he has the IQ of a bulot so I answered him something not really Buddhist but that he could understand “If you do not want fuck yourself, I will come to help you, yeah.
– Listen to me, I’m not here to talk and I will not be there to have a drink with you. All I ask is that you get stuck in your poor life without pissing me off.
– So that’s why you come and talk to me on FB? Little pussy
– Pussy? Emoticon smile Come and meet me on Friday
– big pussy if you prefer. I have already told you it’s ok
– I keep you informed when I am here that we find ourselves
– we’ll see
– you’re going to end up in a rubbish
– Ah I like the threats
– Ok sucker »

Afterwards, he tried to argue with some off-topic stuff “Dude.. you got assaulted before my eyes… I will not belittle your cowardly behavior so if you want to act like a man I’ll be there
– I already told you it’s ok
– We’ll see that when you’re there
– in fact it is you who will be there, I am already here
– you’re small, ugly, petty and menacing you make a lot of noise
– I love your gay compliments
– ok fuck yourself see you on Friday
– Yes I can’t wait
– Do not make an anxiety attack
– If I had to take into account all the haters like you I would not live
– When God decides to give you the physical and the mentality of a coward, you need stratagems I can conceive it
– Thank you you are too good and so superior
– it’s good to exchange roles from time to time
– Yes, yes, believe it if it can make you feel good and reassure you”

Basically, the guy reproaches me having been assaulted in a party by a very tall guy completely drunk (that he had mounted against me with his buddy telling him that I fuck a lot of chicks easily then, since that I was talking to his girlfriend, the bonobo did not think and he threw himself on me without discussion to strangle me). So, the guy, I could have tazzered him but I did not because it would have fallen back on me, legally speaking. In addition, in front of all his friends and his best friend, it would have been silly on my part to put oil on the fire so I just left and that’s it. Then, the asshole from Nice criticizes my crises of anxiety : if it is his only argument against me it is shit.. and sad. Finally, attacks on the physical, I do not even talk about it because when the guy is as effeminate as he is, it does not reach me.

In fact, he played the real man until I get cold feet but it was he who did not contact me when he was in Lyon for fear that I would come for good. It really annoys me, these stupid haters! So, it’s normal that I display it: when you’re a pain in the ass and that in addition you get cold feet, you should not be surprised. He may think, next time. Now that I’ve emptied my bag, I’ll ignore him forever.

Friday night, I visited the designer. She was drinking and smoking joints with a girlfriend when I arrived. Her buddy started telling me she’s libertine, she slept with 89 guys (by digging I learned they were mostly old) and some chicks. She put my hand on her thigh saying that she liked my glasses. It was supposed to turn me off, I think. Except that I am not really exciting by very fat women so did nothing. We spent a “friendly” night and I went home.

Saturday night, with the Nice Giant, we signed up on the site libertine that had advised me the friend of the designer. Out of curiosity and for 9€, I was able to access the wonderful world of libertines: only couples or chicks of 40 years and over, often overweight. There were still some young hotties, must be honest, but they are so demanded that it is hard to talk to them. As usual, the prizes are the women alone and I’m a shit because I’m just a man. In short, it’s okay, I’m used to.

Afterwards, we went out and I saw again the pretty Mediterranean of Tinder. Like what, this chick I have peshed on the Internet, I could as well have picked her up in club two days later.

Sunday, I fucked all day with The Teacher. We did it by watching a porn and it was really VERY exciting.

Yesterday, Monday at 9pm, I was visited by a Caribbean woman. It was SHE who had approached me on Adopt “I’ve already felt the desire have sex with a person I did not know at all, that I just crossed in the street but the “social pressure”, the lack of discretion, my timidity, the lack of confidence, my bad conscience… always put me off. Strong and uncontrollable drive that turns into frustration if you do not satisfy them… Yes I spend my time restraining myself and I always want things to happen in due form but how to refuse when you are asked to settle the problem without any consequences, return of flame or other and having such a motto?
– No one asks you to refuse, try the experiment, have some orgasms 🙂 the barriers are intangible
– Ok I want to try but you will have to help me…. »

This girl had only slept with 8 guys before me (only black men) and, like many white or black women, had never orgasmed. I wanted to do a good action and it made me hard to be her first “white guy”!

So, we got drink of Get27, we smoked a bedo… in short, we relaxed like in her iland. Then she said “I think it’s a bad idea, I’ll go back home.

– OK, do as you please. » Without negotiating, I went to lie down on my bed where I undressed in front of her. She did not dare look at my cock by shyness. She came to sit beside me on the bed and staring straight at me. It really made me laugh so I took her hand and put it on my cock that she shook for a while. “How do you feel when you do that?
– Warm and wet.”

I asked her to undress, too, out of politeness. She swallowed another glass of alcohol and jumped. I later fucked her doggy style with caressing of clit. I held her firmly because she did not want to let herself go and she ended up enjoying. It was the first time in her life that she felt like that so she asked me if I had drugged her or what… “No, the only drugs you took are your joint and my cock.”

Well, that was a cool fuck. Like a Caribbean !!! That was my first “real” black. A nice black that said, super beautiful, and funny. After the ejaculation, she studied my body of white man and our respective differences like our underfoot. She even commented on our differences in body odor. My very easy relationship to sex really fascinated her. Then she got dressed and I walked her downstairs. It was two o’clock in the morning so I was likely to cross people in the elevator. And then, in the worst case, it would have given to my neighbors something funny to tell.

So it was the last FC I had set out to do. I am now free.

I had the impression that everything was going to change, but nothing changed. A bit like in the night of December 22nd to 23rd, 2012. Because the change must take place in my head and not in my underpants. I have to realize where I come from (social phobic) and where I am now (big fucker who understands relationships between men and women). I have to evolve too, at the risk of becoming obsolete. I must therefore rub myself with the unknown after rubbing myself with so many unknowns…

I have freed myself of the burden of achieving a consistent number of FC. I will now play without constraint, in freestyle, only for my pleasure and my mood. I do not know yet what I will do, I think I will become difficult and play it hard to get like a gadji. In the idea, I want to take more care of myself. I want to :
– develop my relationship with the sexual bomb that serves me as a lover (The Teacher);
– make new experiences (libertine clubs);
– continue to realize fantasies (even if there are not many left);
– approach for fun in the street.

Basically, I really took control in my head. Women have no power over me, I expect nothing more from them. I have nothing more to prove to them nor to myself. I do not have any complexes any more, sorry for the bastard from Nice. It will be necessary from now on to deserve me, ladies. And that’s good for my mojo. To be concretized, now !!!

Anyway, I do not want to lose my simplicity nor my humility: I know that one can always improve his Game. I am aware that I am very good in online and very good lover. But my level went down in the night (maybe because I increased my level online, it would be a story of communicating vases: less energy, time and envy in the night). I never really practiced street except 2 FC: for me, it’s a huge waste of time. But if I no longer need results, why not practice “for fun” ?

I will continue my blog because financially, it helps me, and then it would be a purely selfish mistake to have done everything I did, understood everything I understood but to don’t share it… I hope to see a new evolution in me little by little. And then, if I do not reach the moon, I will land at least in the stars.

Thank you for everything, God of the Game!

February 19th 2016,

Yesterday, for the first time in 2016, I missed my training at the pool. My shitty excuse : I had the visit of my parents, and as I could only see them in the evenings after work, I went to bed late all week. I was really tired around 7pm, so I fell asleep reading the Scrooge comics I had for my birthday. I chose to take care of myself, especially since I knew that I would probably receive a visit at 9pm.

Punctual, the girl wrote me a text message at 9:03 pm “I am downstairs”. Her name is Mélanie… I collect them seriously, it is at least the 3rd or the 4th Melanie I have fucked since I am in the Lyon (the country of 69). She’s a salesperson in a drugstore, it made me laugh… she works in the kitchen products area. Her boss must be a little macho!

I matched with this pretty little brunette of 24 years on Tinder, January 16, so there is more than a month (it’s so long). She had a super sexy photo where she was at the seaside, on the beach, in a black dress with her heels in her hand. I opened with « It looks like a morning on the beach after a party lol. » She was not very talkative, so to put her at ease I added « Well, I do not know if it’s the photo or you but there is something hot in there! 😉 »

This girl would have driven crazy all the needies of the community: she answered every 3/4 days and refused to tell me about her underwear when I was trying a direct sexualization. But despite that, she was cool, and there was a kind of feeling between her and me that passed through our respective phones. What got me the hardest was when she told me she was practicing pole dance. I immediately imagined her playing with this fucking phallic bar between her thighs and it seduced me. I finally sexualized by proposing a massage with essential oils to relax after sport. She said she was interested…

It was then kinda easy to get the date: on February 1st, I sent “do you still want us to meet up?” Implying that she wanted us to see each other before but nothing proved that to me. She answered “yes”, quite simply. But the thing is that we had trouble finding a day free, so we switched from the app to the text messages. She did not respond much faster. In fact, sometimes she answered quickly, sometimes she answered 24 hours after.

Last week, she was unavailable. So, to do not put pressure on her, I replied « we are not in a hurry, and you will be more trained for pole dance like that… do you prefer Thursday or next Friday? » To warm me even more, she told me being a hostess at the stadium for the match of Lyon on Sunday. Then she chose Thursday. So yesterday…

Well, when she arrived, I was not sure if she had understood that I was going to fuck her or if she was totally ingenuous. On what foot dancing? The question is not interesting for me, I do not like dancing. We had not talked much about sex in fact, the only real sexualization I put in my interaction was « did you choose the underwear you are going to wear tonight (this is an important detail) ? 
– I have not thought about it yet ». That said, she had put sexy clothes and boots, in short she was well dressed. I offered her something to drink, she said, “What you got is fine.” It changed from the bitch I received last week, that one was graceful. I served a fruit juice on the table in my kitchen but she sat on the bed. Hmm, I liked this direct side! She said she found Leo (my stuffed toy) cute. One point for her!

So I went next to her. Leaving casually my knee glued to hers. The contact did not displease her. We spoke in socialization mode for half an hour. Then I put the interaction on a more sensual frame by stroking her arm, thigh, belly… finally her face. She kissed me. She has not been able to endure more sexual tension than me: for the punishment, she will endure my cock.

We undressed (but politely). I fingered her, she shook me (she jerked me off well). Once in underwear, I went down to lick her. When it became too good for her, she begged me to “stop” and everything but I did not stop. I was not born from the last rain. She came very high. At one point I had a doubt and she did not react anymore so I asked her « did you come yet?
– what?
– Did you have your orgasm?
– hmm I do not know but you’re very good. » So I learned that she had never experienced orgasm.

I went back there to see if she would go back in the pleasure, and that was the case. So she had not enjoyed with me yet. When she finally exulted, thanks to my licks on her clit and my fingers on her G-spot : I felt it, it was obvious, the shaking ran through her body and everything then she was inert for a few minutes before telling me “I did not do anything for you yet, but you killed me…” I showed her the puddle she left on my new sheets, and she had a hard time believing it.

She started sucking me to thank me. She had blamed a little herself for not doing anything to me but enjoying like crazy. Frankly: she jerked well but I did not feel much when she sucked me. And when she licked my cock with her little tongue, it hurt me a little so much I was excited. Single for only a year, I guess she did not have accumulated many hours of road, or she went on not difficult roads.

I finally fucked her in missionary, although I would not have been against a little doggy because she has a good little firm ass. The condom allowed me to last a bit more than a quarter of an hour despite my excitement. I warned her that I would not last long in that stade and she replied nicely « it’s not time that matter
– a little bit in fact. » The only downside (except that she does not suck like a queen) is that she wanted to keep her bra all along (small complex ? It gave her a touching side). But I liked to penetrate her by kissing her, it had a cute and sweet side even if I fucked her hard at a moment. She kisses well, her little tongue played with mine very well.

Then, she put herself in my arms, lying next to me, we talked a little but it was already time for the last subway. She tested me before leaving to find out if I was one of those “romantics” who absolutely wanted to get married after sleeping with a girl and was reassured when I told her I do not think too much. I walked her back to the elevator, naked, in the corridor of my building. It made her laugh. By the way, her underwear was blue finally, and it was fine on her Mediterranean skin.

She has a lot of charm with her big green eyes, this cutie, I was glad to have fucked her. Like the beautiful blonde of last week. Besides, I preferred to leave her in the realm of good memories (with many others. Thanks to the Game) rather than to call her back and taking the risk of erasing the magic of this awesome moment engraved in my memory).

As for tonight, a quadruple choice is offered to me:
– going out with my friends;
– sleeping alone;
– spending the night with The Teacher;
– going to the evening where invited me the pretty artist that I fucked in December (the one who had drawn Leo). She receives one of her friends at this moment, the one with whom she has made a threesome for the new year, and invites me to her house to “discuss”. The problem is that as much as I am fan of the eyes Natacha, as much her girlfriend looks not awesome to me (but we can have a good time even without fucking but it is all the same something important). Since I only have one fuckclose left to go, will I wait for a girl or an extra situation and wait long or continue as if nothing until I finished what I wanted to do…?

Should it be a fine final or a to be continued?

You opinion, God of the Game ?

February 13th 2016,

Hi my darlings,

I have two things to tell you today.

1/ My date of Wednesday evening: I think I can award it the palm of the most horrible of my life… but I managed to make it a cool thing, finally!

At the beginning of the week, I had picked up a girl on Adopteunmec. I had taken her number after a few messages then I had sent texts. Nothing crazy, we talked about TV shows and bullshit like that.

And then she suddenly began to stop answering, for no apparent reason during 24 hours. So I sent a topless picture to motivate her. She responded by insulting me, saying that a guy who sends sexy pictures like that after a few messages only does not excite her at all. Well, she’ll say what she wants but if I had not sent this naughty text, she probably would not have answered.

So, I managed to convince her to come straight to my place and… first weird thing, she asked me if I was going to eat her liver. Of course, I said no and that her funny idea made me chuckle.

We met up at the subway station so that she could see that I am not Hannibal Lecter. It was raining and I was soaked but she accused me of being late, she really looked like a shrew. After, I heard a lot of reproaches: my place was a mess, it was too hot, it was too small, etc.

Being of a hospitable nature, I offered her wine, tea or fruit juices… she looked desperate and said “water please if that’s the only thing you have got.” I tried to stay calm. After, she said “you do not make me feel comfortable frankly you do not talk much and everything”. Very aggressive, the bitch. She makes her case a generality and takes her shitty feel as a universal reference, if I was not lined up with this kind of exercise, I could depress because of her. She moved in all directions and everything. Super nervous, in addition! I asked her what she did of her day « nothing ». I dug “just watched a TV show, The Fall.
– oh and it’s about what?
– a psychopath.”

She asked me if I took medication, if I was drugged, and everything… because she found me very calm. There, she started to frankly piss me off but I found that it was a funny question then I returned it and I was right: she is diagnosed depressed for 4 months, is followed by a psychiatrist, has no social life, stays at home, her best friend is an Internet guy she has never met, and so on.

Fuck, she was not ugly but frankly… what a social case! It will teach it’s not always a good idea to invite chicks directly to my house… I did not enough test her before, I was too confident!

The worst thing is that she attacked me on my job « you are accountant it looks super annoying, you vegetate all day…

– ah yeah but it’s true unemployed at your parents’house it is much better. » The girl does nothing with her life, takes her parents’ money, has never worked, has just a diploma of letters and criticizes those who are active under the pretext that it is not “fun” enough…

The thing is that the girl stayed at my place despite the fact that I wanted to strangle her. So I asked myself how to make her leave softly. So I decided to tell her some hardcore bullshit.

I did not care, she was useless. She blamed me for not putting her at ease but, honestly, she was too tense… and she is apparently like that with everybody otherwise she would have friends.

So I told her that my brother was in prison for sexual assault, that myself I had been in a psychiatric hospital, and a lot of shit like that to have fun. It had the desired effect, she left. Phew, I had time to watch an episode of True Detective and I had my quota of sleep hours.

2/ My date last night: one of the hottest in my life.

It was with a girl who lives 35 minutes away from Lyon by car (Bourgoin-Jallieu) so I asked her from the first message if she would come to visit me. Her answer ? “Coming to Lyon is not a problem if it’s worth it
– From how many orgasms do you think it will be worth it?
– 3 or 4 could make the job
– Challenge accepted! Thursday or Friday ?
– During the week with my job I have less time so rather on Friday.” I accepted. “Now that our diaries are synchronized, what name should I put in front of my date with 3 or 4 orgasms?”

After that, we talked about our respective weekends, cinema, and everything. Then finally, sex. In fact, the conversation was maintained with one or two messages (long enough… about 10 lines) per day until day X. Her most awesome message? “I’m curious to know what you have under your clothes… and especially how you use it? My bra is pretty full. Big tits of pleasure that seems to never displease.”

Then I continued on the fact that my parents were teachers, and that I already liked some of my teachers. To what she replied, “I never fantasized about my teachers for my part. But when I say that I am a teacher it transcends most men… explain to me where this fantasy comes from?
– We all had a hot teacher we wanted to fuck, I guess. And then the position of authority, it is exciting to take her doggy style…
– Luckily for you, my students are not part of my fantasies. My authority is natural and the result of my kindness, of my listening. I hope it’ll make you hard.
– I’m hard yet.”

This girl has the peculiarity of not respecting the rule of 10 kg: she is 1m60 for 55kg. I made an exception because I would have liked to have a professor of biology like her : that beautiful face, those blond hair, those blue eyes, that exciting writing…. Me, my biology teachers were always old women. On the other hand, my Spanish teachers were often caliente. And now, I tell myself that, maybe, they received naughty messages during classes… like the ones I sent to the biology teacher.

When I went out to meet her in her car, I met my neighbor at the bottom of the building. I knew I had already seen this girl (one morning in the elevator) but because she is blonde and very hot too, I thought she was my date. I started talking to her « ah you have found by yourself ? Easily? » She said “uh, ah, yes, hello” and at this moment I understood that it was not my biology teacher. Fuck…

In short, we joined where she had parked and then she came to my house (not my neighbor, my target, for the neighbor we will see later I will probably ask her for salt or a condom one day)… She told me that I had really excited her with my pen, and that’s why she had agreed to waive certain safety rules. She had dressed with a slightly transparent top that let me guess her pretty black bra.

Her look penetrated me from the first second: seriously, she has a beautiful face. After a few minutes of fluid conversation to put her at ease (she told me being intimidated), I stroked her hand, hair, face, arm, and so on. Like what, when we both decided to make each other comfortable for it to work, magic operates.

She told me she started getting hot, so I walked around the table and removed her sweater. Then opened her jeans. And then it was gone: fingering + caresses. I turned her face to the table and I took care of her from behind, it lasted almost 45 minutes, she was not able to stand up anymore but did not enjoy. “You want to kill me or what,” she said.

So I put her on the bed and went to lick her. First orgasm, finally… She commented “you have just joined the very closed club of those who managed to make me come”.

Then we completely undressed each other (yahoo). She climbed over me and rubbed her clitoris against my erect penis, climbing all the way, but without penetrating (and without a condom). It was very exciting. I tipped her back after that and still puffed her pussy. Second orgasm.

Afterwards, it was getting easier, she sucked me by positioning herself on the side (at right angles with me) so that I could finger her again then she re-re-enjoyed. I was very hard in front of this beautiful blonde. I was sure that her totally shaved pussy would be comfortable.

She stretched out to recover from her emotions and I came on her in reverse mode 69: I licked her well and she came again again again. She then told me loving to dominate the guys. I lay down and she sucked me by the time I opened the condom box (it lasted about ten minutes because it was a new one and there was the plastic around but I had nothing to pierce it and I was as I would say a little bit disturbed). Then she rushed me, she fucked me at a crazy rythm. It was violent, like a guy would fuck a starfish to punish her for her immobility. She had three more orgasms in this position. I had a lot of pleasure too. I ended up letting me come.

We relaxed a bit, but not too much and I was back : another orgasm then I fingered her time to get hard again (re-orgasms). Then I told her she was going to pay for it, for having fucked me like that. She had two more orgasms like that, I lasted I don’t know how long, an eternity, yet she had a beautiful ass and the size well marked. Her hair pulled and her buttocks that liked that I slap them turned me on. She spoke to me, encouraged me, excited me, told me dirty things, called me by my first name or sometimes « baby » to tell me how strong I was.

Despite all her efforts, I did not ejaculate, and I lost my erection. So she started to shake me with a flat hand on each side of my sex, and it put me hard again. But I was really too sensitive for her to continue. So I jerked and she masturbated in front of me. Re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-orgasm. I promised her four, and I tripled the bet.

She left at 3am and wants to us to meet up again, it’s not a surprise! She told she is just out of a 4 year relationship (having had a 3 year relationship just before) and that she ended up leaving her boyfriend because he was bald and because he did not fuck her well enough. She said loving my hair and my eyes. She finds me beautiful, and that, it is very good to hear coming from a sexy 26 years professor.

About age, my parents will arrive soon because, on Wednesday, it’s my birthday. I will be offside until Thursday. Too bad, I still have two more girl to fuck to reach my goal. I stay in my comfort zone the time to finish the job, then I will try rather some new stuff like more SPU or NPU, or I will go drinking drinks with chicks to make the tension rise several date to really desire them before sex. That said, last night’s date shows that one can have an awesome sexual connection with an unknown.

Well, in the meantime, I will go swimming. I bought a swimsuit at the Manaudou shop, and I must say that the texture is very nice, it caresses me well the cock when in contact with water. I go out of water with a big libido, in general…

May the God of the Game be with you!