Author: Fabrice Julien PUA

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!

I fucked a blond surfer

February 10th 2016,

I sent the last chance message (see Secrets for seducing on the Internet) to a few girls on Tinder, just to test if it would work as well as on Adopte. And… it worked!

One of the girls who had ignored me so far, FINALLY replied “The truth is that I have suffered as a result of my separation or I am suffering, it depends on the days and I stupidly believed that Tinder would change my mind but after a few dates, I did not want to continue. Well, I do not like the principle frankly, even though I met some interesting people.”

What I told her (with all the tact that characterizes me): “It’s not my fault if you only fell on losers 🙂
– That’s not what I said;) they were interesting people, but I was tired of the principle
– Good and you’re going to try it one more time or not?
– Well a priori if I’m speaking to you, it is not to no longer answer you (even if you could say that it would just be one more time… sorry for that by the way)
– Do not worry, most of the chicks have a fingerache after answering Tinder once or twice so I do not blame you. I would be delighted to give you faith in our sex.”

I re-attacked directly by asking for her FB. Well yeah, I was not going to stay on Tinder when I knew she was connecting every 36th of the month.

Direct game as a reopen: “Maybe it will be easier to seduce you here :)” She replied “actually it will”. So she accepted the frame that we were flirting. We then chatted the whole evening: that’s when I learned that she was living with two rats, just before falling asleep by watching the season 2 of True Detective.

Since there was feeling, we decided to meet up last night, in a neutral place (it’s not my thing but we should always beat the iron while it is hot). So I went to have a drink with a girl in town…

She made me discover an English pub next to Bellecour. We did not talk about sex much on the spot. Seriously, I “got to know her”. Around 10:30 pm, I said, “What do you wanna do?
– I do not know.
– Come on, come on, you’ll decide on the road.” She told me she had back pain, and wanted a massage. The difference between PRETEXT and EXCUSE was discussed. I did not say I would do that. I said “we’ll see.”

We took the subway, then she made an observation “if I wanted to go home I would go down there…” but she did not. So we ended up at my place. Once in the place to be, she told me “I do not know how to start.” It made me smile, that non-aggressive shyness. I took her in my arms then I started troking her clit with the index finger. I understood why she had hesitated to come back with me when she apologized for not being freshly shaved “sorry usually it’s better kept than that”: yet it was nice, there were regrowth, but hey, I saw worse in my career!

At first, she told me I was pressing her too hard on the clitoris, that I should just touching it. After a while, I could finally press a little more without hurting her. Usually, it is the opposite with chicks, but well. So I licked her then. She enjoyed after a quarter of an hour then thanked me for that. I asked her how she wanted to make love, she just replied “I love everything”. I heard “I know nothing”. It was the image of the whole session of sex: she took no initiative and was passive from A to Z. The kisses were timid too, yet she is my age, fuck. I hardly felt her little tongue when we kissed and she did not dare sucking me.

Well, she had few experiences, I guess. But she is kinda hot otherwise, although short: pretty tits and not bad ass. Besides, she told me she likes doggy style, so I put her on all fours directly after her orgasm and fucked her kinda selfishly. I admired her thin waist and herass of blonde surfer during sex. Must say that she has traveled a lot and surfed in a lot of places from Sanary, to Australia, and the States. She comes from Cannes but now lives in Lyon for work.

Physically, she makes me think a little about the body painting girl. That’s probably why I had a crush on her, and I left my place to face this cold polar and went having a drink in a bar just for fucking her.

Finally, she told me that the other guys she had fucked since the end of her last serious relationship were all weird: either they did not get hard or they did not ejaculate. She found it very frustrating. And the worst is that after about a month and a half of a sexfriend relationship, they all told her they wanted a “couple.” That of course made her flee (she comes out of two relationships of several years so I understand…)

After, I gave her a massage and she fell asleep: it was cute! We went to bed at more than one o’clock in the morning. It’s hard, because this morning I had to go to work, like every day: tax period and everything. I am progressing quite technically, I have made assessments on my own. Fortunately, my co-worker told me that we don’t give a shit about these balance sheets: we do what we can, I train, he does not let himself be exploited and if the boss is not happy, he can hire enough employees to do the job in good conditions. We will not spoil our health so that this asshole gets rich a tour expense. Then, with my experience of a tax period, I plan to change my boss, go to a place with real means and be better paid. Before, I fucked chicks to get some experience… now I fuck my boss to get some experience.

Last thing, I spend more and more time with the teacher (my darling of the moment) and it’s very cool (we do couple things and I like that, fuck). But then, the Russian has recontacted her and she is going to fuck her all by herself. She wants to be solo to take revenge for the time when I let her leave in order to fuck the russian girl alone. But actually, it turns me on! Besides, I had told her that if it was with a girl, I tolerated that she would sleep elsewhere. I take the bets they will call me so that I fuck them after having had fun together. But unluckily for them, this WE my parents are coming and stay until my birthday. On the other hand, what better than an orgy for Valentine’s Day? I’m stuck somewhere between jealousy and hard cock.

May the God of the Game be with us!

February 1st 2016,

It was a bit hard as a weekend. It still taps in my head while I’m supposed to work in my office. Everything turns, I feel so weak… but it was worth it, well, I guess.

Friday in the day, we had a good fight with The Teacher : she made me a big crisis of jealousy to have sexual exclusivity. Crisis that forced me to reframe her by saying that if she wanted me, for now it was like that and if not we would stop seeing each other. All of a sudden, she changed her mind and confessed to me her love. “I do not want to be in love with you, you’re going to hurt me… but it’s too late… by the way, do you wanna come to the restaurant tonight with my friends and me?
– I do not know.
– Why ?
– I do not want you to make me a crisis.
– Promise, I just need to see you, that’s all, no scandal, we start from scratch.”

It’s the damn fucking tax period right nowt at work. So, I worked like an egg Friday until 7pm but the restaurant was at 8pm so I went right after. I did not rest for one second. In addition, her best friend had gastrointestinal (she also vomited on her shoes after eating) so I’m afraid I don’t wanna be sick now!

Then, after eating, we had a date with The Russian in a bar for a drink around 11pm. Except that she joined us at the Bellecour metro stop because she lives not far then we asked her if it would not be simpler to have a drink at her house. She was not against this idea. Except that she was sad: she had only a half bottle of whiskey for the night (she’s perhaps the only Russian in the world who does not like vodka). She led us to the Monoprix and went straight into the right department: it shows that she is a regular. Unfortunately or fortunately, they were not selling alcohol after 10pm. So we just took the soft: I paid a coca (1€68), it is not very expensive for a threesome!

I was quite surprised that she brought us home so easily after the scandal she did the last time to do not come home directly. Well, I sent her a few messages all week to tell her that I had a serious desire to fuck her (which is true): it had turned her on and her logic had to go through the window. Arrived in her appartment : it was obvious that she had made efforts to clean it up, a little bit like me when a girl comes. But there were still lots of clothes, dust sheep and Colombian worn condoms under the bed. But I did only notice that at the end of the night.

She’s a fan of sharks. She has two stuffed, with their mouths open and a tongue that goes over, so I was frenchkissing them by looking at her as a pervert. Strangely, she did not want to kiss her stuffed animals. She put a little distance between her and The Teacher and me. She even went to the window to smoke while I was on the bed with the teacher. She sat on the ledge to be able to lengthen her feet on the bed, against mine. She drank 4 or 5 whiskey-coca, while I was having trouble finishing mine (but I wanted to be polite) and that Prof was drunk after one. The Russian remained normal after her 5 glasses, she explained to us she is drinking alcohol since she is 6 years old.

I was caressing her with my feet but she was shy. She still responded to my caresses by caresses of the big toe, as when we made the date all three together, a few weeks ago: we had passed the test of the caress of the hands… that’s why I was surprised that she did not come to my place the first time. This test is almost infallible. I caressed a little the teacher who was getting her hot and suggested to me “undress a little, you must be warm with your sweater”. I then was just wearing a t-shirt for the example. We challenged the Russian to open my Efficiency belt but it did not happen and she went back to this fucking window. I assumed that it was apprehension and stress that blocked her so I put down the ramp of the teacher and I looked at the Russian “what is that?
– shoulder.”

Then, I went up “the neck”, “the lips”… It interested her because at the same time I was giving her a lesson, I stroked the teacher with the fingertips. The Russian approached, tempted, she finally came on the bed: I took her index finger and put it in the mouth of the teacher…  “mouth”. It was beginning to become sensual.

I removed the dress of The Teacher. I took the hand of the Russian to slip it on the breasts of the teacher. She liked it. We went down, slowly, caressing and kissing the belly of the teacher. I showed the Russian where the clitoris of the teacher was. I showed her how to caress it circularly. Then I took her finger and taught her how to finger: what to do inside, where is the G-spot, and so on. She was a good and a hot student.

I fingered the teacher, she caressed it, sometimes we swapped roles. Our heads came closer, stronger of this complicity. We started kissing. It was really nice. With and without the tongue, while warming the teacher.

I briefly withdrew from the triumvirate to pee (not easy with a hard cock) and when I came back, the two girls were kissing. They seemed to enjoy eating female mouths.

I then put myself behind the teacher, sandwiching her, and we all kissed, sometimes even all together. The room was full of sexual energy. We rubbed the Russian, her breasts and everything. She was in underwear too. I was the last one dressed at that time so she asked me to close the curtains.

I don’t know how or why but after I was in underwear, I laid down on the bed and the Russian came on me. My hand naturally slipped into her panties. With the teacher we began to caress, fingering her. She came up very hard. It lasted a while.

After that, she was high and told us “I almost came”. For the first time in her life. I asked her if she had ever climbed so high in her life “once, maybe.”

She laid down to recover as I took off the bra of the teacher who completely undressed the Russian to position herself between her thighs. She started licking the Russian who was lying on her back. As the teacher was in position doggy style, I fingered and caressed her. She came once. The Russian did not succeed, however, so she called me to the rescue: she was aching with fingers. We cooperated: I fingered and she licked. The Ruskov rose very high but could not let it go.

She begged us to stop. So we took a break. Then we started again, and she enjoyed like crazy, she insulted us in Russian and everything. If she lost her French and could speak only in Russian, it was frankly a good sign. The thing is that she tightened her thighs, made pelvic movements and everything and so she moved back towards the edge of the bed, she even ended up on the arms with her head in a vacuum. Not obvious to come with all the muscles contracted like that but we did not give up.

The teacher invited her to relax, told her to let everything go, to surrender: she was accompanying her to orgasm. I do not know if the Russian ended up really orgasming but she told us never having climbed that high in her whole life. They then came around me, kissing, warming me, shaking me. We made the Russian dolls. Then, the teacher took the lead of the Russian and put it on my cock by saying “do you want to suck it? ”

She pumped me super well and I confess I was really excited by the situation. The Tsar was me at that time. I came in ten minutes. I said to her “I will come in your mouth if you continue
– Yes yes “. I had her permission and she swallowed everything. After that, the teacher was pouting a little, because usually when she sucks me… I last super long. She was a little pissed off. But frankly it was the context that put me in that state of mind and both girls contributed to my excitement. Maybe, even a goat could have sucked me and I would have ejaculated anyway.

After that, we hugged all together. The Russian was KO. Then, all of a sudden, the teacher wanted to go home, just like the last time during the threesome with the estate agent. She said « stay a little if you want, I’ll walk, I need some fresh air ». On the one hand, I felt guilty about letting her go on her own, on the other hand it was a bit of a whim, and on the third side (if there was one) I really wanted to fuck the Russian . I was already hard again. I confess that I was a little selfish and that I thought with my dick because I stayed.

The Russian accompanied the teacher to the door and then came back to me, kissed me, climbed on me and rubbed. Then she sank over me and said nothing. I admired her mermaid tattooed on the thigh during the back and forth, it was very sexy. Everything was very firm so it was nice. And then, I must say, that she had made me fantasize.

We fucked a bit like that, and I do not know too much if I ejaculated without pleasure or if I lost my erection but I became soft and impossible to get hard again. I was surely stressed by the teacher’s sudden departure. And then there was fatigue, it was almost 4am after a hard week of labor.

The teacher told me to have forgotten her necklace… so we looked for it and it was there that I could see the mess under the bed (the one I spoke to you at the beginning of the text). I lifted the quilt to look under: there was clothes and underwear and everything. It made me smile. It reminded me of someone!

I’ve talked a bit with Russian. She told me that this threesome with a girl was one of the best things she’s done in her life. She is now afraid to love more girls than men! I asked whether she was taking the pill or not to have no children. She called me crazy to have ejaculated in her. I let her believe that was the case even though I’m not sure. I hope that it excited me like crazy, the fact that she made me wait 3 weeks and I seriously imagined her naked, but hey. How did I last 5 minutes when I usually last at least half an hour…

In short, I convinced her to take the pill of the next day after explaining to her what it is. I did not want to visit my children in Russia. She did it but was convinced that it would be bad for her health. She said she would never want to see me again after that. In short, I told her that I will keep a good memory of her anyway. It was shared. I took her in the arms to say goodbye. And farewell.

I am now scared to have a Russian STD (I played Russian roulette there): I have the cock on fire and she has a reputation of whore in her college, according to my friend who had talked to me about her.

After that I brought back her jewel to the teacher I found in the midst of a crisis of anguish, nerves. I spun her a Lexomil. But before she calmed down, I was entitled a lot of insults and I had to admit to her that I took the Russian without a condom. So she does not want to fuck me without a condom before I did a test… that is to say in one month. It will be long but I understand.

The next day, she absolutely wanted me to fuck again and again. Until 5pm. I missed the pool, and I went home, shattered without eating. At 9pm, the seminar “the kings of the field” began with almost all the guys of the lair (about 12 people).

It lasted until 5am. Everything was turning, I had dizziness and everything but I held on. I had energy, drawn from the threesome. As much feminine energy for one man, it feeds.

The thing is, I could not do the shopping or the housework with all that. Yesterday I went to eat at the restaurant at noon with the teacher and we fucked after : she made me a lake of cyprine in front of Ghost, sucked me in my elevator and we fucked in the missionar0 positiony because she wanted “that I make love to her” for once. By looking at her in the eyes and everything.

The teacher told me that she usually took “pigeon” guys because she was afraid of her feelings. But that there she fell on a real male (even if I have the flaws that go with it), not a submissive one, and that she loves it as much as it terrifies her. It made me great pleasure, this analysis!

Here I am at work : I did not sleep enough, I’ve not eaten (I have nothing in my fridge) and I woke up in a total mess… but at least I am officially decorated with the legion of honor of the international threesome.

Sweet Kisses from Russia … Signed: James Bande.

May the God of the Game be with you!

On 28 January 2016,

“I felt a great disturbance in the Force.” I felt a tremendous disturbance in the force during this month of January and I suffered… but it looks over. For proof, last night, I did something that I thought never succeed! I really need to tell you.

I sent the last chance message (long version) to a girl who flaked me twice. The first time, under the pretext of having to go to get vaccinated, the second time, by not answering a few hours before the date. So I made fun of her by saying that online dating would never work for her and that she would never orgasm like a little crazy if she always acted like this. Her answer :

She: “No, it doesn’t work much for me.. But it’s my fault. I do not answer, I refuse the likes, I do not give my number/my fb etc. It’s selfish and not friendly. I know.”

Me: “Why did you not come to my place ? Twice ?” (18 January at 3 pm)
“When a question is interesting you do not answer it?” (19 January at 9am)

She: “The first time I was busy. The second time I do not know.. I did not really feel like it, apprehension etc.” [mea culpa: looks like the excuse of the vaccine was true mdr and I point out to you the fact that when they apprehend they often rationalize thinking that it is because they do not want but it’s most of the time not the case.]

Me: “Afraid of enjoying too much?”

She said, “No. Let’s just say that I don’t like being a hole among the others. Without offense either for you or for the girls.”

Me: “Huuu no, I never considered a girl like a hole. Get out of your comfort zone a little and you’ll see that it’s only good, nothing you’re afraid of, lol »

She: “No, but I’ve had ephemeral relationships ^^
But there I do not know, there is no spontaneity, improvisation, surprise, etc.”

Me: “Well, I’ll tell you otherwise if you prefer, the interest is in tension when we’ll talk by knowing that we will sleep together a few minutes after, and then in the quality of the orgasms that I will give you.”

She: “Well… humility is not your thing”

Me: “I do not need a moral lesson, I need you to get out of your comfort zone so as not to miss a cool thing… I want to have sex with you, that’s why I insist but I’m not needy nor sex-starved, you know. On the other hand I would need you to be reliable you see. If I give you a third chance, can you do it?”

She: “Well then let’s find a day when I’m available.”

After that, I made fun of her by saying that she would probably stress and invent a shitty excuse to get cold feet and flake. So, on D-day, to subtly see if she was going to come (otherwise I would have worked (unpaid) overtime, I sent her “are you in shape this afternoon?
– Yes Yes ; ) »

Spectacular turn of events ! She really came. I did not think so. Women will always surprise me…

She told me that she knew my blog because she had been looking for “diary of a call girl” on Google and had fallen my first diary of a french pua. Then she saw me again on Adopte one year later and recognized me. She said she loved this article: Is sexual prizing the key to her …?

She is a little girl taller than me, cute, sexy, studying Russian. She likes saying “niet” instead of “no”. She often goes to Russia, besides, she travels a lot, even alone. Her dad is also a certified public accountant, what a coincidence. And he has a holiday home in Aix, second coincidence.

I met her directly after work so I was still in a suit when she arrived, and it intimidated her: she wanted to know how old I was “26 and you?
– 18, but you look like 30 with your suit
– ah?
– yeah, I am seriously intimidated and you have a lot of experience… with an 18 year old guy I would know what to do but not with you…”

We spoke a little to make her feel comfortable, then I stroked her and everything. It’s a chick who usually never puts on a bra but I asked her to put one so that it’s more fun to undress her. And she did it for me… cool! I asked her if she had met many guys online : 2 before me… but she only slept with one because the other had 10kg more than on his pictures.

She was entitled to a formal fingering, then to a pussy-licking. She had two orgasms with the cunnilingus. “I had never felt this with preliminaries, ahlalala.” Then, to thank me she blowed me from A to Z. She is doing well, this little one, she even swallowed my offspring. So, I licked her again, time to reload and… third orgasm. It was awesome considering that I have 4 mouth ulcers on the lower lip (I think I’ve licked too much this weekend).

Then I took her doggy style (her favorite position): me standing in front of the bed, she, on all fours on. I had to fuck her for an hour like that, seriously. I could not finish despite the fact that I saw her ass in close-up. I was too tired, I think. She came two or three more times in this position. She clung to the sheets, bit them, and so on. Then we quietly ended up with a missionary, because I was sweating a lot : it was calmer like that. There, this face-to-face with my kinky eyes in her naughty eyes made me enjoy. Finally, phew! My heart needed half an hour to calm down after this sex marathon.

It was already over 10pm, knowing she arrived at 6 :30pm. It was her mother who taught us by calling her to bawl her out because she had not yet come back home (she had told her she was going to a friend she knew after classes). Seriously, we did not see the time pass. When we live a temporal distortion like that, it’s really nice.

When she left, I fell asleep directly! Well, I just went to piss before but I regretted it because it burned. Fortunately, this morning, it’s getting better.

What else ? I’m still chatting the Russian for the threesome “Are you curious to know what’s under my shirt and jeans?
– Sometimes I think about that, I admit
– Do you just want to see or do you sometimes imagine touching me?
– Noooon I will not answer you)))
– Is it still in your plans to meet up with me?
– Yep 🙂 but I’m stressed and I want to get drunk: D »

Thank you, God of the game!