Many guys see bodybuilding as a way to fuck girls. Many men try this way to become more beautiful and to have a better sex life. But is this the royal road?
The truth is that I do not regret having made my formation Cyprine by being a bit fat. Because I thus proved that one could seduce a bewildering number of beautiful girls without being an Apollo (up to 4 at the same time).
Be careful if you start working out for the chicks: when you’ll see less muscular guys than you getting laid with many beautiful women, you will be even more frustrated and aggressive towards them!
First of all, it is necessary to realize that there is no need to be muscular nor even thin to seduce when you have a good game.
Then, you have to bear in mind that not all girls are attracted by muscular guys (women do not think like guys so if the physical appearance is the first thing that attracts us in a chick, they have other criteria).
Finally, it must be understood that many guys start working out to compensate for something or by narcissism… that’s why women tend to be wary of bodybuilders. I take this opportunity to clarify that doping (ie endangering your health) to have bigger muscles, especially if one does not compete, seems to me to justifying women distrustful.
To finish, be careful: life is not the race to overbid… it is not “the more muscular I am, the more girls I’ll fuck.”
The first thing I want to tell you is that bodybuilding itself will not really help you to seduce (except a few superficial babes/in specific environments like a nightclub). However, bodybuilding just like most other sports, have very good sides:
– it allows to relax,
– it increases the level of testosterone,
– this leads to a gain of self-confidence,
– it can improve the way you stand up.
I do not advise against muscu, far from it. But, please, practice a sport (no matter which one) for YOU… not to please girls. If you don’t do it for you, you may not stay motivated and diligent for a very long time.
Yes, sport, at a reasonable dose, is something that girls like. Yes, being stronger, healthier, more confident, more cool, can attract chicks. But no, a simple practice of bodybuilding without a personal development work and without any interest in the community of seduction will probably not be enough to make you a Don Juan (contrary to the popular thinking).
Personally, I have been fat as I am now, I have been thin without being muscular and I have been more in shape. This never proved to be a determining factor with women. Because, seducing, it’s IN YOUR MIND !!! The sports that helped me to feel good were: taek won do, swimming and running.
Today, I pay for my period “accountant in cabinet that makes more than 45 hours” and I do not like what I see in the mirror. I do not really feel very good either. So I decided to do a fitness over 9 months (until next summer) by starting in September. I will make a follow-up (1 video per month) : my goal is to lose fat and build a bit of muscle. I’m not trying to become a titan nor anything like that (so I do not even want to take protein shakers and I want to avoid stuff like Herbalife), I just want to achieve my goal with the utmost respect for my body and I will appreciate each of your advice in the comments.
I know that the results will not fall from the sky so I signed up for a class at the gym and I began to improve what I eat. I will share from time to time with you the nutrition or sports advice that will have helped me most and I will avoid the bullshits. For example, I do not understand the influencers who advise to drink alcohol, eat honey pops or 3 cheat meals a week.
A lot of the rules of seduction are identical in closed environments (high school/university) and in open environments (street/clubs). However, there are big differences, such as the fact that in a closed environment, the emphasis is on personal development and a magnetic attitude, whereas in an open environment, the emphasis is on pure and hard pickup!
The state of mind
The first thing to know is that in high school and college, there are already sluts: I have already slept with high school girls and these were not the most difficult of my life.
However, these babes probably will not fuck the first night with a guy in their school… because they will be afraid for their reputation if it happens to be known (everything tends to be known in a closed environment because people love gossip). They may also be afraid of their first time, or have “principles” that they have seen on TV or in women’s magazines…
In addition, these girls are generally less experienced than older women and therefore are less confident. The less sexually confident women are, the less likely they are to let go in bed.
Then, it should be borne in mind that girls who sleep do not necessarily want to bang half-virgin guys who idealize too much women and won’t make them orgasm : exit the myth of the woman who likes to educate ! So forget the cowardly techniques like asking the friend of the girl you like to help you seduce her. All shy guys do that but it only works very rarely. In the trash also the technique of becoming her buddy to try to seduce her (friendzooooooone).
Do not go see a girl who does not know you at all by saying « I’m in love with you ». For a loser for whom it works, there are a thousand who are violently rejected. Why ? Because it’s scary, unrealistic and fucking needy.
In any case, stay somebody positive and do not forget that even if you are rejected, it does not matter. That’s how we learn!
Above all, do not let your friends fall for a chick because if ever one day she suddenly dumbs you, it is they who will be there for you… (friend before girls!)
Finally, understand that young girls, in closed environments such as college or high school, seek above all serious relationships to make their first experiments.
The look and attitude
In high school more than elsewhere, a good look can make the difference because teenagers are often superficial and hate marginals. But above all, do not become a detestable boaster.
Do not over-play the “dominant male who has been doing prizing since he discovered the community of seduction”, that would be ridiculous. Play it on the contrary humble and accessible, especially at first. The same rules that make the alpha sexy male in an open environment work in a closed environment. Make it simple with sexual humor as with clothes: do not use too elaborate stuff otherwise you risk receiving for only answers puzzled glances. Especially do not take the risk of being thought of as a weirdo.
The reputation
Much of the seduction in high school and college is done in a passive way: you need a reputation that seduces for you. You do not have to be “the sex-starved dude who picks up everyone but does not fuck anyone.”
I advise against picking up like a nuisance in closed environment: no crash & burn, no direct game… except perhaps in the parties at the end of the year or in very special festive contexts.
Indeed, when it does not work in this type of environment, it is a disaster. Now, you take a lot of rejections when you start: you do not need a reputation of loser with people you see every day.
And even when it works, it often turns badly a posteriori. That is why it is often said “no zob in job”.
In high school or college, the guys who get laid the most are generally not the most beautiful but rather those who have the best “social proof”. In my time, it was those who went already out in clubs, those who were part of the association of the students, and so on. It is a story of social dynamics.
How to proceed ?
To meet chicks, work on your social circle. In concrete terms, if you have friends in common with girls you like, make sure to be with them when they see one of these girls (for example during the recess) and they introduce her to you.
You can test the terrain with the girls you see regularly… but be subtle and let them get involved before you take initiatives! If they show interest in return, if they send you indicators of interest, go ahead, of course!
Do not start telling yourself “I will change after school holidays” or this kind of crap… because this is the best way to procrastinate and never get started. In any case, continue to cultivate yourself in seduction until you can apply more your seduction skills.
All tips that are personal development will help you be a cool guy: body language, how to communicate better, how to make girls laugh, and so on. On the other hand, forget the advice of pure pick up that is only adapted in open environment: for example, do not apply the rule of 3 seconds by approaching all the girls you meet.
However, in high school or college, you can of course dance several babes at the same time, but go soft and make sure that this is not obvious.
Where to find girls when you’re young?
If you are young and you cannot go out to meet the girls, you can always approach, on Facebook or Instagram, babes your age (not necessarily to fuck but only to kiss). Do not harass on social networks, do not publish stuff that could make you ashamed all your life and do not harbor negative gossip about people.
If there are parties with people from high school or college, try also to go there. Let yourself go on vacation in the summer camps or stuff like that.
To approach in a closed environment, it is better with a contextual approach. Do not wait for the perfect situation to get started and be as interesting as possible.
Once a girl seems receptive, you can take her number (or her Facebook) and propose her to go to the public garden, go swimming at the pool together or go for a drink on a terrace…
Above all, do not wait too long before trying your luck with a chick you like because the worst risk in closed environment is to waste your time and fall into the friendzone.
How to seduce during the back-to-school season ?
For the back-to-school season, the most important is to make a good impression. Let the most timid reassure: there are tricks, techniques that have proved themselves. For this purpose, I recommend a book, a soft one (for once), but relevant on the subject: Comment plaire en 3 minutes by Patricia Delahaie. And no, it’s not a product placement!
Some advice from this book to finish: you have to well choose your first words, ensure your voice, have a firm handshake, no inability to maintain eye contact, and have your back in a straight position.
Romantic love has never been so important in the minds of human beings. Today there is no need to worry about hunting every day, so it is possible to spend a lot of time and energy finding “the love of your life”. So we will now go over 5 popular theories about love.
1/ Love lasts 3 years
We owe the popularity of this theory to the author with the radioactive chin, Frederic Beigbeder. He based it on the results of some researchers who showed that “love passion” can not last much longer than three years in most people.
Indeed, increased activity of certain hormones (such as oxytocin) affects a loving brain: they maintain it in a state conducive to illusions, which makes it possible not to see the defects of the other and to quickly create a feeling of intimacy with the lucky one… during enough time to conceive and raise a child.
“Passion-love”, the one in which the faults of the other are not seen, is therefore a program of nature, the object of which is to promote the reproduction and preservation of the species.
Indeed, once the baby is conceived, he must be protected. And in order to survive in the wilderness, the child needed both parents, because a parent alone could not both watch and host him, hunt and defend him against predators. And this genetic programming is still present in us, despite the progress of science and civilization, which are concepts too recent, and too precarious, with regard to evolution.
Of course, this does not mean that men and women are obliged to separate after three years: the affection, the desire or the need to be together may last longer…
2/ Love makes blind
This is a saying that we hear very often, especially when we introduce to our parents someone they do not find good enough for us.
The truth is that when you fall in love, the brain becomes addicted to an explosive cocktail of hormones. It then get upset: its capacity for judgment, discernment and critical thinking are no longer optimal.
However, I noticed by coaching guys that it is mainly the one-itis that makes blind… sometimes even stupid. That is, when a guy is not often successful with women, and suddenly a “correct” chick is interested in him, he can convince himself that she is perfect and that he is deeply in love… when in fact, it is simply an unhealthy obsession.
So it is not, in my opinion, only love that makes blind.
3/ The soul mate
The soul mate is a concept that evokes a love compatibility that would be perfect between two individuals. The expression, passed in the common language, has variable definitions which lead to the idea that these two individuals have the destiny of constituting a couple.
A theory of sister souls can be found in Plato’s Banquet: human beings, originally, would have been made up of four arms, four legs and a single head with two faces. Zeus, who feared their power, would have cut them in two, condemning them to spend the rest of their lives searching for the missing half.
But statistically, what would be the chance to meet your alter ego among the 7 billion human beings?
Moreover, researchers have even shown that the belief in the soul mate is detrimental to a lasting relationship: individuals who consider themselves being sister souls tend to be less satisfied when they think about conflicts within their couple. As a result, they tend to flee as soon as discords appear, convinced that they are not made for each other. Conversely, those who are willing to communicate and solve problems are more likely to live in happy relationships.
4/ Love is a social construction
We can find about love in many cultures and eras. However, it is not found everywhere (only in 90% of the cultures studied by researchers) nor all the time. Moreover, we do not love the same way in China and in Nicaragua: there is therefore no universal definition of love. In most Muslim and African countries, polygamy exists when it is very badly perceived in the West.
To reinforce the idea that love is a social construction, we must know that La Bruyère wrote “Most people would never fall in love if they had never heard of love.” Moreover, in Love and the West, Denis de Rougemont analyzes the myth and touches on the very essence of passion and romance… which allows us to understand how we got there today.
The notion of romantic love that most people without a critical mind have, and whose brain is nurtured in Hollywood comedies, is probably biased. In my opinion this does not help making them happy since life is not a movie… and the fact that not all people are Ryan Gosling nor Emma Stone can make it unpleasant. But it remains a beautiful urban legend.
5/ Love is in the meadow
For some people, no doubt, as the TV shows us sometimes.
But since most people live in cities, then love is on the street, in bars, on the Internet, at work, and so on.
In this article, I will tell you what happens in the naturist village of Le Cap d’Agde… and I will also tell you a libertine night I spent there.
In fact, I must point out that all the Cap d’Agde is not open-minded, as one might think… It is actually rather a family destination with beaches and boats. Only an entrenched village inhabited by irreducible libertines still resists invading Puritanism.
Indeed, the entrance to the nudist village is controlled and you must paid for: it is a community that is obliged to hide and secure itself in order to live as they wish. And there are not only French: there are also Spaniards, Italians, Germans, and so on.
At the entrance to the naturist village, which is surrounded by a sort of wall, there is a ticket office that filters the pedestrian entrances (gate) and the entrances with cars (barrier). I noticed that the libertine nightlife attracts a lot of people, even among people not residing in the naturist village: the road leading to it is very busy.
To enter the valley of the wonders, one has to buy a nominative ticket of entry: identity cards are requested. It cost me 8 euros for a day but there are price lists for three days, one week, one month, a year, etc.
The atmosphere in the naturist village is very festive, the nightlife is very active. It is possible to do a lot of things: there are restaurants, clubs, etc. It is not even obligatory to walk naked in the village (this is only the case on the beach).
In the night, the girls often walk in sexy dress: often in underwear. Straight men, for their part, are in shirts and pants.
The village and beach were clean, the people were polite, respectful, etc.
I saw transvestites, groups of gays, girls disguised as cats being led on a leash, girls biking in underwear, etc.
I went to Le Glamour with my accomplice, The Teacher. It is a fairly well-known club, and we waited in line for about fifteen minutes. But it did not matter, we were able to watch a lot of hot chicks.
There were young and more mature women. There were a lot of couples and the women were pretty beautiful. There were not too many sex-starved guys.
The entrance of the club is 60 euros for a couple with two drinks (the bartender was very nice and we drank a really good champagne). 90 euros is the price for unaccompanied men and it’s free for single women. From the cloakroom, anything that could be likened to a camera was forbidden. In addition, an ethical code was in order:
“FOR AN EVENING OF VOLUPTY AND PLEASURE,
WE RECOMMEND YOU TO FOLLOW THE RULES
01. The correct and sexy outfit you will need to have. 02. Respect and correction with others you will have. 03. In couple over 18 years you will be. 04. The knowledge of swinging life you will adopt. 05. Vulgarity you will forget. 06. The refinement and libertin spirit you will share. 07. The choice for women and their freedom of action you will leave. 08. Without the agreement or invitation of a woman, you will not touch. 09. When uninvited you’ll join no one. 10. The restraint and discretion on your evenings you will keep.”
For the anecdote, they were broadcasting an excerpt of a movie with Katsuni.
In the club, women wore outfits especially chosen for libertine nights (we recognized the neophytes in their outfits more all-purpose). Girls danced like gogo dancers (bra, string, garter belt) but it was just customers. I saw several who did not even have panties and I could admire their pussies: some find a lot of pleasure in showing off under the approving eye of their man or dancing with a girlfriend.
On the first floor, it was night club atmosphere but without the sex-starved men that usually found there. That’s where we danced to get warm. Besides, over there, no judgment, if a woman wants to dance like a bitch, she can do it with impunity.
Then we went down to the basement that was dedicated to sexual acts. We bifurcated in front of a sign that indicated on one side “trios” and on the other “couples and bisexual women”. At the branch, they distributed condoms, lubricant and controlled that people did not go unaccompanied. The staff did not seem to judge the guests at all.
We ended up in a long dark corridor with rooms arranged all along the sides. Most rooms were open, others were closed. Among the open rooms, there were rooms with only one mattress, others with more BDSM material.
People (there was a lot of people) walked in the corridor and stopped in front of the rooms they wanted to watch or join. Swinging is not compulsory. A couple proposed to us but even if Madame was very beautiful, The Teacher did not like Monsieur, so we declined the invitation and they did not take it badly.
We both went into a small, dark room. The Teacher sucked me and then a couple joined us. We did not understand what they were saying because they were I guess Germans but the girl was tall and pretty. She lay down beside me to get licked by her boyfriend and then put a hand on my thigh… casually. I turned my head, looked at her in the eyes and then she raised her hand to jerk me while the teacher sucked me. I then caressed her, her breasts seemed very hard, no doubt they were not natural.
Then, I went down to lick The Teacher and the Germanic caressed her clit while I fingered her, which made her come very quickly. Then, the blond unknown got into position and I also licked/fingered her to make her come.
Her guy finally took her, he came fast and they disappeared. I took her doggy-style quietly and The Teacher finished me by sucking on her knees in front of two Asian women who were taken by their guys.
It was a great experience. During this night, I really revised my definition of the word “slut”: I saw real sluts, but in the good sense of the term.
You must know that spanking has a literary dimension: it is found in literature for men and women throughout the ages. From the Confessions of Jean-Jacques Rousseau to Fifty Shades of Gray…
You should also know that, like the dirty talk, many women love spanking. It is not because they want to protect their image and be thought of as whores that we must lie to ourselves: a good spanking, it spices up the sex.
Moreover, even if a spanking establishes a kind of relationship of dominance between the man and the woman, it is not a hardcore BDSM practice.
How to successfully spank a women?
First of all, during sex, do not ask a woman for permission to spank her. If you want to talk about this topic with her, for example in order to ask her for permission, do not do it in the middle of the action at the risk of breaking the atmosphere (I think it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission). Do as if it was something normal, natural… we are not there to make her feel that she is a deviant or none of all that.
Also demonstrate adaptability: feel the ground, put your hand on her buttocks, give a little pat during the action… and, if she reacts well, increase in intensity. If you go very strong from the start, your partner is likely to get scared, feel humiliated and it can cut everything off.
If your girl seems closed to the idea of being punished by your powerful hand, if she says “no”, it is no. We must respect women and the sexuality of each one.
Then, from the moment you start, assume your pat on her rump completely. A good spanking stimulates the blood, it’s bestial and it shows that you know how to let go. Aim for the fleshy part of the buttocks… and do not tap on the bone, otherwise you risk hurting yourself.
By the way, remember that you are not spanking your kid: it must remain something exciting and not incestuous. A good spanking can transmit an enormous amount of sexual energy.
If you tap with the fingertips, you will whip it. It’s going to hurt her. The best thing for a woman is to go with the palm of your hand. You can then release your grip or grasp the buttock in full hand. It’s something very animal (and yet animals do not do it in nature so it also differentiates us from them).
Finally, know that you can spank your woman in other positions than doggy style (for example when she is on you), but that this remains my preferred position because a doggy without spanking is like a rap without a dirty word.
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!
Claude Truong-Ngoc / Wikimedia Commons – cc-by-sa-3.0
How to seduce with voice ?
In situations of stress, we usually feel our voice changing.
Compare your voice in situations of stress and your voice on waking in the morning. Your voice on waking is generally more serious, relaxed, rested… slower. It approaches what should be your natural voice!
The secret of a natural voice does not lie in the way you work your voice. We are not in a singing context where it is necessary to position your voice at a certain level. We are in a totally different context and all the advice that can be given to you will not replace the one I am going to give you: the secret of the tone of the natural voice is in your state of congruence and relaxation.
You know perfectly when you speak with your natural tone of voice, you feel this perfect harmony between what you are and what you are showing. The tone of your natural voice requires no effort to speak, it is a relaxing, clear, fluid tone of voice. In general, when you are comfortable, you speak even quite slowly.
A shy person, on the contrary, tends to contract. The result: a voice that releases a lot of restraint, a lack of projection, a lack of confidence. A person with something to hide, would tend to over-play, to listen to his voice, to over-articulate, to seek perfection in his voice… this is not at all what we want !
Here is a little exercise to get your natural tone of voice:
1) Take a sentence and say it in different ways.
2) Relax, breathe deeply and say 10 times more and more slowly: « The God of the Game is with me ». You find at the last rehearsal something that can approach your natural tone of voice.
3) Memorize this tone and speak this way whenever you can, especially in the usual situations of stress (such as when approaching a woman).
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.
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”.
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!
A lot of the rules of seduction are identical in closed environments (high school/university) and in open environments (street/clubs). However, there are big differences, such as the fact that in a closed environment, the emphasis is on personal development and a magnetic attitude, whereas in an open environment, the emphasis is on pure and hard pickup!
In this article, I will tell you what happens in the naturist village of Le Cap d’Agde… and I will also tell you a libertine night I spent there.
You must know that spanking has a literary dimension: it is found in literature for men and women throughout the ages. From the Confessions of Jean-Jacques Rousseau to Fifty Shades of Gray…
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March 7th 2016,
February 29th 2016,