Author: Fabrice Julien PUA

December 12th 2015,

I am suffering from a a throat infection for a few days. It’s really a shit, I have a broken voice and mucus… it’s not very sexy !!! But that did not prevent me from fucking.

Yesterday night, I was exhausted. But a chick who had flaked me last week was available to see me. In fact, she had not really flaked me last week: she wanted us to meet up, yes, but in a bar on La place des Terreaux before going to my place. But, I was not in a mood for going out because it was cold outside so I stayed in my bed sleeping and told her we would see each other another day… without really believing it.

This time she came directly to my house. She is pretty, brunette with blue eyes, light skin, tall (170cm/55kg). It’s my type, at least, physically.

The discussion was not very fluid at the beginning of the date. First of all, because I was out of order after my day at work. And also because she’s quite disturbing: she talks very slowly like a hippie. She asks a lot of questions like a little girl. She is curious about everything and searches everywhere. She does not like to be contradicted, but I do not like to let people say bullshit, so sometimes, I gave my point of view and it did not please her. She was depressive when she was young, so she is now a follower of the present moment and all this philosophy (we read more or less the same books), and she watches a lot of TedX on Youtube. In short, she thinks in a different way from the crowd, and that, I appreciate. But she smokes and drinks alcohol too… so it’s not awesome. Anecdote: she told me she was so drunk once, that she kicked a guy out of her house to be able to vomit quietly.

We began by drinking a glass of rosé, everything was fine. Then two, OK, why not ? Then we played card and alcohol games like “Captain Blum drinks X times”. I was kinda drunk after, it had been a long time that I had not drunk a half bottle of wine on my own. I guess the fact that McBoules succeeded in being so drunk that he has fallen asleep while a beautiful Russian was giving a blowjob, has awakened in me old habits.

The conversation became much more fluid from then on. Must say that I made an effort to find a subject that she liked : drawing. She is an artist, which justifies the fact that she is high. She is 26, is an interior designer and draftsman. So I proposed to her to draw Leo (my stuffed leopard that hits all the girls who come to my house). After having had the portrait drawn, he threw himself on her and kissed her with his dirty muzzle. Still no reaction from the girl, neither good nor bad.

Then we put on music. I think she has not too bad taste: she likes old French songs, English romantic songs and rap. When we sat on the bed to make a playlist, I began to fiddle. She was stoic… or rather, she was passive. She behaved like if I did not have my hand in her bra, for example. It was funny but when I was taking too much initiatives, she grabbed my hand and put it back on her pretty flat stomach, over her top, casually.

At one point, she told me bluntly, “I do not know yet if I want to sleep with you.” I do not know if it was a test to disconcert me or what… but if that was it, it worked. But I did not let anything appear and continued my little game. I was hard.

She finally took off her shoes to sit cross-legged on my bed. I kissed her in the neck. She let me do. Then she said, “I need a little more wine.” She took one more drink. I kissed her again in the neck, then on the mouth. She finally gave me her lips, but nothing more… So I gave up and no longer took care of her for a few minutes (it’s a freeze-out, I put her in the fridge!)

It was at this moment that she proposed we lie down and hug. I checked the clock, it was 2am: she had no more subway to go back, so I said OK. We were both dressed at that moment. She put her hand under my sweater, on my pecs, and said “You smell good, you”. It was the first time she took an initiative!

Then, she fell asleep for a moment in this non-sexual position. True story. I was frustrated so I got up to strategically eat a banana. The movement awakened her. So I proposed her to sleep at my place: she said yes. Then, I went to piss and when I came back, she was in underwear (red). So I undressed too, I just kept my boxer on and lied down next to her. Or rather behind her because she turned back on me. After her breasts, I fiddled with her little pussy over her panties. Still no reaction, except that it smelled like cyprine, so… I came in with my fingers. There, she began to really get wet, I fingered her harder. She finally turned to me, kissed me open mouth with the tongue, took off my underwear and jerked me.

We stayed like that a long time, masturbating each other, then I went down between her thighs and licked her because I did not want to ejaculate too fast (the situation excited me a lot). She has liked that I take care of her pleasure, her legs trembled and everything. To thank me, she made me rock on my back and sucked for my pleasure.

It lasted maybe 5 or 10 minutes, sometimes fast, sometimes slowly. Frankly, I wanted to come on her tonsils, to repaint her… but fuck I really wanted to penetrate her too! She interrupted, “Do you have condoms?” I stretched on her to catch some behind my bed but the bed collapsed (it’s a sofa/bed not very stable that collapses from time to time). We fell brutally : emotional lift!

In short, I put on a condom, and fucked her on the rickety bed. Only once, in missionary position. The worst thing is that I did not last very long… but I enjoyed all the same. She too, I hope. Having raised the sexual tension before, doubting whether I was going to fuck her or not, alcohol also maybe played a role… in short, all that gave me a strong electric shock throughout the body at the moment of the ejaculation !

We fell asleep in a cuddly position. My warrior was finally resting, with the sensation of accomplished duty. This morning, she did not want to have sex (by opening the shutters she said “Hello world, you are pretty, I must take advantage of my life”… I swear, she is kinda crazy). But I was hard again, so while she was drinking her coffee, I jerked myself in front of her by fiddling with her breasts (after asking her for permission). First time I was doing this, it was funny.

News

Bad news, I learned that another of my friends was assaulted by 5 riff-raffs in Aix last night. He went to the hospital too, it reminds me of bad memories. He’s the one who came to Lyon one or two month ago… I swear, our country is going crazy!

Otherwise, know that yesterday, at work, I ended up angry. There’s the niece of the boss, the one who so much behaves like she was the boss that we wonder if they do not sleep together, who has pissed me off too much. In fact, she has worn out over the long term. She spies on everything that has been done, has succeeded in getting the secretary with whom I liked to flirt quit because she was always making derogatory remarks to her, gives orders and everything, like an hysterical girl. The other guys in the office are submissive, they let her do because they want to avoid the conflict with her. But not me, I never obey her injunctions. Then she harasses me more. She screams sharply, screams my name for me to answer the phone and speaks to me like a 6 year old moron while I am more graduate than her.

Frankly, she is behaving like this while she is nothing, it’s a shame! She thinks she uses her charm on the men of the office but, frankly, they all hate her. The others play the hypocrites in front of her and snicker from behind but I cannot. I’m too transparent.

So that you have an idea of the character: this is the kind that does not say hello normally in the morning (to anyone except the boss) and royally ignores the girls. She is also racist, she likes only the Algerian guys. In her eyes if you are not Algerian, you are a shit (so I am a shit). And she is very proud of pissing everybody off for a SMIC!

Finally, she is very intrusive, wants to control everything, makes inappropriate remarks like “Yet ?!” when someone leaves at 6:15pm while we are supposed to finish at 6:00 pm. She spies on me when she hears me typing on the keyboard, she asks me “Are you writing a book?”. Then, the next day, I found my things moved on my desk so she stayed later than me to spy on my Internet history and everything. When I look at my phone, right away I hear “Don’t you have work Fabrice?”

The thing is that she is not irreproachable, far from it: she always arrives at 9:30 in the morning (instead of 8:30) and 2:45 in the afternoon (instead of 2:00 pm): she told until recently to the boss that is was hard to park. So he rented a parking lot next to the office but since… she is still late. Her work is full of mistakes too, but hey, that’s not the real problem. If she was nice, we would not care correcting her!

Yesterday, to help them out in the absence of the secretary, I went to La Poste (with the mail). But when I came back, she found I had been away for too long (20 minutes) and found it wise to say “I almost called the police where were you?” There, I saw it red, she had already pissed me off all the afternoon by asking me to carry cartons for her as if I owed something to her (« I will not do the job of a man all the same ») and by asking me three times to close the door of the toilets after someone had shit while I was at the limit of the breakdown.

In short, I explained to her more or less courteously (rather less) that I am not secretary, that she can also go to La Poste if she is not happy, that her behavior is inappropriate and that she abuses. “I ABUSE ???” she replied. “YES SO CALM DOWN RIGHT NOW” and I slammed the door of my office quite violently, which made her startled. She continued to speak on her own, to rage in her corner… my colleague was laughing out loud.

Moreover, this morning after sex, I sent a text to my colleague to say “I tried to be a pig last night”. I must tell you this anecdote: in a club, when he was young, he picked a bimbo up. Or rather, he went to her house. But before deciding if she let him go in her bed or not, she asked him “Do you know how to try to be a pig?” He said yes while he did not know what she was referring to (he was sex-starved). And once at home, naked, she asked him to try to be a pig by making a sign to tell him to lick her pussy.

Between her past as a fucker and the fact that this guy shows me on his laptop videos that are funny like the one of a chick who trained her dog to licked her pussy : we have laugh all the time. It is his presence that helps me to hold in this shitty office, to tell you everything, there is always a good atmosphere in our office.

Finally, know that I always hang out with The Teacher. It is true that she is hot, that we get along well and that we have good sex together. But she happens to be REALLY bitchy sometimes, fuck… (especially by texts when she is on her period). So, it prevents me from crushing TOTALLY on her, although I feel that she has a crush too.

May the God of the Game show me the way.

December 10th 2015,

17 days since I did not F-Close : 408 hours without tasting a new woman. Imagine my anguish during 24480 long minutes… 1 468 800 fucking frustrating seconds!

How is it possible ? Since the threesome, I have been flaked a lot. Seriously, 7 or 8 times so I was really pissed off. Last weekend, my parents visited me, so I have been able to plan a perfect schedule for when I would be alone. I had planned to fuck a new one on Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Sunday and next Monday. But the one of Tuesday replied that she had a Christmas meal with her roommate instead of our date under the shower. The one of yesterday was going to get vaccinated because she had an appointment with the doctor at the last minute. Fuck off !

Anyway, right now, I’m very stressed every day, I do not even know exactly why. My job, the chicks I frequent that suffocate me, my parents who yell at each other a lot, the fact there’s no holiday on the horizon… A lot of possible reasons.

I chattered and succeeded in bringing the one that was planned next Monday in place of the one of yesterday, to fill the void. What is done is no longer said to be done, and I set myself the goal of fucking 4 new chicks in December so it was time to start.

Who is the girl of last night? She’s called Clara and impressed me. She even intimidated me, to tell you the truth. I was even stressed yesterday, before welcoming her to fuck her. I will tell you the how of the why.

First of all, she is a 25 year old tall blonde with curly hair who sent me a message very well written. It fucking turned me on!

« The young guy who poses in front of a Sex Instructor panel and who tries his luck despite having read “30 years and more only” on my profile but who already knows that I will accept because despite the fact that on my profile it is very succinct whereas on yours is extrapolated, we say exactly the same thing.
Very well, I will play the game even if the sweet arrogance that emanates from your lines made me smile.
I’m not like the girls you describe. That said, your nice speech must work with average women. Mister even takes the virginity of yound girls, so generous!
I am a single woman, a libertine assumed, a submissive slut, I have more simultaneous lovers than there are days in the week, more sex-tapes than Kim K, more fantasies sullied before 25 years than the majority of women at the end of their lives.
I slept with every kind of men and women, sometimes without knowing their name, sometimes without even seeing them, sometimes before saying a word. I did things that I would not even confess to my best friend and that taught me more about myself and others than any other experience. I like to talk about sex, to discuss my fantasies, to imagine a date one thousand times in my head before, by masturbating in my bed. Tell me your best anecdotes, I have two or three ones that will please you, no doubt about that.
Do not misunderstand me, I am not desperate or neurotic, I love sex and I choose my lovers carefully. I respect myself more than I respect anyone else. And as a proof of respect for myself, when I want to have sex, I have sex. I am a big girl, I live alone, I have a high qualification level, I speak 3 languages, I have a job that pays well, many friends with whom I do not fuck and a social life that leaves me just enough time to smoke joints in my bath. I do not care about social pressure and I never regret anything.
You want to give me an orgasm? Perfect. But I will come to your place.
Finally, here is a quote from a misunderstood author who moved me a lot: “a kiss and a heart for you if you are nice <3”
Peace »

So I told her some of my anecdotes, and asked for hers.

“Mine are very varied too, and sometimes involve a more or less attentive audience. Like in this Berlin club where I fucked on a bed in the middle of the dancefloor, livecams that sometimes gathered several thousands of peeping Tom, showers of the swingers club… (beautiful memories…)
A man offered me as a gift to his girlfriend for Valentine’s Day this year, it was so cute he even had the right to taste the gift too.
Another one made me come with his feet in a jacuzzi under the rain.
I fucked in lots of places like the lift of the Cordeliers car park (think of me the next time you’re in), a shisha bar in the Vieux-Lyon, a children’s park on the hills of La Croix Rousse , The Chartreux garden, on the billiard table in an Irish pub on Saint Jean street, etc.
I even managed to have quick sex with the bellman in the hotel where I was working… in the room of a guest who had just get out.
And many other sexual and cerebral adventures that are sometimes so awesome that I find it hard to believe that it was I who did this.
So much the better if my words have made you hard, it will be even better when I will be on my knees in front of you with my lips around your cock and you will not know if it is better to keep your eyes open to watch my ass or to close them to enjoy the sensation of the bottom of my throat enclosing your penis.”

I then asked for some developments.

“Livecam : you can do what you want in front of the webcam, I always did it by fucking with someone, so it becomes a live sextape, we can even read the comments of the spectators while we have sex, imagine how awesome it is.
For Valentine’s Day, it’s a man I met on Adopteunmec who told me about his beautiful Emma, his favorite lover, who wanted to discover the pleasures of female flesh. We only met once, despite he asked for more after, I wanted it to stay a unique moment, it was nice. I will send you a photo he has taken if you want (obviously you want).
At the hotel I was welcoming visitors, it was a 5* palace with a very upscale clientele, often full of celebrities. I had 10min of pause and not one more, so I caught the key of a customer who had just gone away without knowing for how long. We had sex standing up against the wall of his suite that cost €1000 a night. It was unthinkable to make a 3some, and if the customer had seen us having sex in his room, I think the hotel manager would have fired and murdered me. But it’s a great memory.
I will be delighted to taste your magic fingers, nothing more delicious than feeling two fingers (or three) sinking into me while a tongue plays with my clit… It’s like a Kinder Surprise, we know that it is good but it surprises us every time.
I do not know from how many participants we call it an orgy but in any case yes, I like it (gang-bang parties @ The Sun every Wednesday by the way…)
I was in a serious relationship during the last few months (a moment of misguidance, I do not know why) so I had no opportunity to do it for a while but I had some memorable evenings in thoses clubs. At the beginning of the year, especially a hardcore foursome where I went to meet a couple and one of their friends who discovered the practice, and another I had imagined the scenario with one of my very creative lovers who wanted his 38-year-old girl to stop being so tight-ass by making her watch me getting fucked by two men at the same time.”

So I gave her my email address so she sent me the photos and we began to exchange kinky pictures. Me pictures taken a few months ago when I had a correct body and she sent naked pictures. I even got one taken directly from her bath! Another legendary message she wrote to me:

“I’ve never taken any virginity and I do not plan to start now, if it’s to get bored with a guy who does not know what to do with his 10 fingers and needs a map to find my pussy, no thanks, I am not a scout who must do something good!
On the other hand I like very much to behave in a very kinky way when I feel that the guy is a little shy or tight-ass, I like to scream very hard and ask him to come on my face!”

She really was my anti-flake joker, that one. If she, she flaked me, then it was really the end of the beans or some kind of Cyprinian curse. I would say to myself that there was an embargo on the females and that I was going to finish gay!

I was waiting for her at 9:30pm. I left a post-it on the door « I’m waiting for you, naked under my quilt, find me! » And I had left the door open.

She arrived, a very hot tall blonde (1m75 / 55kg), sexy. My joke made her laugh when she found me dressed in the dim light. Standing, one in front of the other, she kissed me directly, I kissed her back. I put my fingers against her pussy a little too dry for my taste. It was better after a few minutes until she slipped at my feet and taught me a lesson: she sucks divinely well. I could not describe. I just wanted to finish, to enjoy in her mouth, but since she had found my blog, this damn pussy, I had my reputation (as an awesome pussy licker) to defend.

So I licked/fingered her and she came. She even has become red. My honor was safe. Then she got on all fours and begged me to fuck her in that position (doggy style). I looked for my condoms but my mother did the housework when she came and put them away… in any case not were I usually put them (under the bed). Fuck, I seemed stupid. Well, then, I did not resist long: her ass is really not bad, so I took it. I did not lasted too long either because I was very excited by the half finished blowjob. I stayed hard in her a few minutes before coming, just enough for her to come a second time.

Then she went to the toilet and left. She lives in a bad area so did not want to come back too late. That’s what she said. And then, she did not feel very comfortable after the act, I think, the conversation was not awesome, she really showed off and I’m not too much into it… I would say that’s rather why she left because I was not very comfortable either, and our kisses were not really compatible. Or maybe it was something else, maybe she’s married or has a kid waiting for her… or whatever… I’m not going to torture myself for an hour about her.

In 45 minutes, this case was closed. Not like her pussy! I had never seen that! Before leaving, she told me that Clara was not her real first name but that it looked like it. The mentalist that I am ended up guessing! Phew, I like to know who I’m penetrating, I’m not a glory-hole! And you, have you guessed?

Last anecdote: she told me she has taken a picture at her workplace, in her garter belts, on the chair of her boss. That gives me ideas…

Well, may the God of the Game be with us!

What is love in reality? The word “love” often refers to a strong and positive feeling, so it is commonly opposed to hatred, indifference, neutrality or even apathy. It is one of those nominalisations that everybody employs and under which everybody puts what he wants; Two people can talk about love, can say “I love you” without this word is necessarily covering the same reality for both. But in general there is an anchor with the words “I love you” which produces a strong reaction (some jump for joy, others run away, others buy stuff…)

In all its various forms (affection, sexual desire, attachment, commitment, conjugal love, filial, paternal, maternal love, love of God, charity, love of other people, etc.), it pushes those who feel it to seek physical, spiritual or even imaginary proximity with the object of that love; It acts as a major factor in social relations and occupies a central place in human psychology, which also makes love one of the most common themes in art.

The question that I am going to try to answer today is complicated: is love a social construction or is it inherent in human nature to fall in love?

The famous moralist of the seventeenth century, La Rochefoucault thinks, “There are people who would never have been in love if they had never heard of love.” According to him, therefore, love is not a universal human tendency. I think if we’re in love, we know we’re, that’s all. So if we ask ourselves so much, we probably are not.

But why would love be a social construction?

In L’Amour et L’Occident, Denis de Rougemont, speaks of the conception of True Love in our society and tells us that it is a European invention dating from the Middle Ages. Who does not know the myth of Tristan and Yseut? Love, born of the philter erroneously poured out by a servant, would be a dangerous force for the social order.

But then, why should society have mythified Love?

The culture that idealizes Love creates a whole economy of affection. According to this culture, Love is what gives meaning to our lives, it is a mine, an emotional treasure. Love becomes something dreamed and desired to excess. When you do not have it, you absolutely want it! Or, at least, you want to have something that symbolizes it…

But at the same time, the definition of Love is so touchy, so demanding… that it is difficult to meet and to keep it. Everything must be perfect (the Prince Charming), we must enter into the mental schemes for Love (the exclusive couple). Now, all these conditions are so restrictive, they make us so demanding beings that the possibilities of living emotional exchanges become very rare. This is how affective assets become luxury goods. They are given an aura, a shine, a value that is completely disproportionate. This engenders schizophrenic individuals, who build an ardent desire for Love at the same time that they build a definition too demanding. Torn beings who make themselves dependent on an ideal at the same time that they make it inaccessible.

Paradoxically, it is often those who are the most lacking in affection, who are the most insecure, that integrate the dominant myths and behaviors of affective capitalism because their lack of experience does not allow them to step back, to understand that these myths of Love are precisely myths. We all are delighted by love stories, we love the idea of a sincere and eternal love, but the reality is often more disgusting than that.

And in other eras, in other cultures?

If the writings and correspondences allow us to grasp what was the family, social, friendly, and sexual life of the Greeks and Romans, it is more difficult to know what about love during this period of time, in Antiquity! Perhaps in those days, the love sentiment as we hear it today did not really exist…

Marriage was above all a social act which served above all to guarantee a patrimony and to secure a legitimate descent, without naturally excluding attachment and affection. If the wife had absolutely no right to be unfaithful to her husband (in theory she risked death), her husband had the freedom to have relations with other women, provided that they were not married or of inferior social status (slaves, prostitutes, concubines). But among the high-born Romans, as in the Western nobility and aristocracy, morals were often freer than moral theory for the use of the people. Still today, surely that the stars in Paris make orgies between them.

Moreover, I have found no information about the conception of love among the few tribes that have not been contaminated by our culture, such as the Amazon tribes. Maybe because it’s too complicated to talk about it with them.

As for the animals, they can feel love or at least feelings (for example, science has shown that the dog who watches his master secretes the same hormones as a child who looks at his mother). But that does not mean that they can fall in love with the way we hear it, nor the opposite.

Love nevertheless exists

I am not totally negative, however, because there is rarely smoke without fire. I think Love exists, yes, but probably not the mediated, magical, idealized version that we use on TV, in advertisements, in songs, movies, novels, and so on.

On the other hand, I believe in romantic love, which can begin with love passion: it is then a subjective experience that is involuntary, difficult to control and transient. It is characterized by obsessive thoughts and intense attention to another individual idealized. This idealization, produced by what is sometimes called the “pink glasses” effect, is often accompanied by intense possessiveness. All this was accompanied, of course, by a state of great euphoria. The new couples then exalt their new relationship, claiming it is special. And that is how the myth is perpetuated.

I also believe that love is an experience in which we are only the victims of a biochemical cocktail more powerful than GHB and of which one can wake up with a hangover.

I know, on the other hand, that many people fall into the trap of what I call pseudo-love: between lost people, one can cling disproportionately to one another like an oyster to its rock. That is to say that one so much wants to be in a couple that he or she persuades himself or herself that it is love. Or, we do not think we can find someone else as well as this person if we lose her, then we convince ourselves that it is love. Not to mention the fact that two people rarely love each other in the same way, or for the same reasons… even if the same type of neurosis can bring two hearts together (some narcissists just like their reflection in the eyes of the other one). So, I’m suspicious of those people who get excited for someone they’ve just met (some just see themselves twice five minutes then decide it is their soul mate) and those who multiply relationships by declaring themselves in love each time. It may actually be a love at the first sight as they claim, but the probability is low, especially when they regularly change partner and reproduce the same pattern. Would not it rather be their fear of being alone that would be momentarily relieved?

Finally, I do not forget that every day thousands of people make the promise of loving each other until death separates them… and virtually no one keeps their word.

Can we have a relationship without love?

The interest of a relationship seems to me to be in complicity, friendship, attachment, desire and complementarity between individuals… not in a pseudo-dilution of two protagonists leading to a loss of their singularity, their personality. Although this is also a myth; Each one believes himself to be unique, whereas most are so common and what they take for their thought is mostly the result of a conditioning they are not even aware of!

This will be frightening to some but a healthy couple is based, in my opinion, on the recognition of two freedoms. I would say that without freedom, no consent, no valid commitment, no true love… rather a role that society imposes on us while making us believe that the idea comes from us.

To finish, I would say that we must distinguish between romantic love, sexual desire and attachment. In nature, while desire allowed individuals to initiate seduction behavior with several partners, romantic love motivated them to concentrate on one partner, saving time and energy for the benefit of a possible progeny. This progeny, the ultimate goal of sexual desire and romantic love, then benefited from the third system, the attachment that is created between parents, in order to grow in a stable environment with the resources necessary for a good development. (That’s why some think that love only lasts a time… and it is often true, then it’s important to see if friendship takes over). Schopenhauer, moreover, has said that love is a cunning of Nature which causes man to reproduce himself.

In conclusion, I would say that YES: one can have a relationship without love. Just as one can be passionate at first and then stay together because attached. I do not think we should look for Love at all costs to find it, I would even say that this quest does not make people happy and pushes people into the arms of other people who are not for them. I advise you to wait more than 3 months before being involved “in a serious relationship” (and to do not let it go to your head) because, the couple, it is the new myth of love! We consume more in couple, I have found it out. It’s good for merchants of all kinds, but advisors are not payers, and especially not when you feel pain after a break up. After the person proves by her behavior that she is up to it, you can consider moving in together or whatever. This way, no crazy woman nor any sexfriend full of STD will be able to cross your sentimental barriers and reach your heart… because, the problem then, even if one is no longer “in love” but worse, attached, is that the separation would hurt. Even if we know that it is for the best, it is still painful for someone normally constituted.

I’ve made a threesome with my two sexfriends

On 29 November 2015,

I had sent a message just for fun to the blonde cutie I had fucked last Sunday “have you already kissed a girl?
– yes, a friend, to turn a boy on, why?
– and did you like it? I have a girlfriend in the same position
– it was just for fun in fact! Does she ask questions about her own sexuality?
– no, she asks no questions, but she would like to kiss you, in front of me
– send me her photo 🙂
– [send pictures]
– I’m thinking about it”

For almost a week, she thought about it, she told me stuff like “it would turn you on ?so it’s up to you to convince me, I never did that before
– she neither, but she thirsts for new experiences!
– I’m sceptical
– OK! Friday ?
– I have something planned this day, I’ll see if I can postpone :)”

The Teacher was the second piece of the puzzle. But in fact: she started a diet sold by one of the coaches of her gym, a shitty thing. A miracle potion: supposedly you dilute it in water and you eat only this shit during one week and you lose weight fast. She felt very bad from Wednesday, she became a real pain in the ass, kinda depressive… and there, on Friday, she nearly canceled at the last moment. But she came anyway. I was really afraid to jump from the threesome to the onesome: it would have been an intensive review of the five table that I already know by heart.

I greeted her in my suit because I did not have time to change. In fact, I had an interview for another job just before, so I kept my suit on, hoping to get them wet. The blonde joined us 20 minutes later, she was late, but it’s not important. I had bought wine but they both wanted a glass of water. We talked a bit but I was nervous, I admit, I said a lot of shit: I would have deserved to be slapped. The sexual tension was palpable but it was still unspoken. So, at one point, I took the hand of one, the hand of the other, no resistance : compliance tests validated!

I then proposed a strip – card game. We played a version “take off some clothes when you lose”. At the end of the game, the most dressed was the blonde in underwear, the teacher had only her shorty and me my underwear. We then played another card game but with wages this time. We noted the wages on a paper with a number… and when we won, we randomly chose a number and a person.

So I had to masturbate in front of the girls, twice, for a minute. That excited them, these naughty girls. We also had wages like “you are an object we can do what we want with you” and it fell on the two chicks, one after the other. I pushed them a bit to kiss… I fingered them and then I took the hand of a girl to put it in the wet pussy of the other. I also lost my underpants in these little games. We also kissed all together. At one point, a pledge got out of control and it really started, it went really wild. What was foreseeable and expected, I will not be hypocrite.

I licked one while the other sucked me and was fingered by the another one, and so on. I gave an orgasm to the blonde by licking/fingering her (she was covered by an electric shock she tried to hide it was fun) then I locked the teacher up while the blonde was concentrating to lick the first pussy of her life and, by force of determination, she made the brunette come (she is a hard to enjoy, this teacher).

They also gave me handjobs and blowjobs. I was a little bit the king of the world with my 2 HBs for my pleasure.

At the end, the teacher isolated herself from the group and started pouting. Too bad, I wanted to come on her tits. The blonde finished me and, at the moment of my orgasm, I called her « Marion » and it made her laugh that I said a wrong name… I was really knocked out. After having enjoyed, my ears began to whistle! It was really strong! When they left, the blonde kissed me on the mouth and the brunette avoided me. I did not understand.

Once at home, she sent me “it was the last time we saw each other”. I had a little dug: in fact she had persuaded herself that the blonde was hotter and more gifted than her in bed (the effects of her shitty regime, I guess). I was watching We Are Your Friends at this moment and I said to myself that the actress still had a duck face duck but she is still very sexual and I would fuck her with great pleasure!

So, I had to comfort the teacher. So first, I convinced her to eat normally, and then she came to my house and we spent the afternoon together yesterday. We fucked, sucked, licked, and so on. She again orgasmed then we watched L’année prochaine and I thought that a threesome with the actresses of this film would have been awesome!

I also sent a message to the blonde, she was enthusiastic, she, on the other hand, “it was good, I did not think I could like it, especially with another girl …;)” In fact the teacher has already been in a relationship with a chick a few years ago, so she already had notions of female anatomy… but not the blonde. She did it very well. She said she found the brunette “superbly made”. It’s really weird that the teacher got crazy like this…

In the evening, the teacher left me alone at my place and I was emptied. I have nevertheless found motivation to go out, I do not know how, with this polar weather, with this fatigue. I did not even want to fuck another girl, seriously, I had enough, but I wanted to see my friends! I was also thinking about Virginie, saying to myself that she is still downright less a pain in the ass than the teacher.

Two notable things during the night : Chromosome Y became a man. He fucked a girl into the toilet of an Australian bar. A perfect example of fast seduction, I am very proud of it! All these coaching efforts for such a beautiful result in only two months, fuck I am happy! She was a girl from Montpellier, so she was able to let herself go with impunity! I am also proud of the Nice Giant who currently keeps the same speed of 1FC/month whereas before he was almost virgin. As for McBoules (the Roselmack look-alike), he certainly has results recently, but the most impressive is that he developed an impressive sexual presence, nothing to do with early September, when he did not get anything. The second funny thing is that I asked for a glass of water at the bar and then put the ice cubes on the head of a set of girls and shouted “snow is in the air!” So I validated my asshole status, I did not do so for a while!

I saw, in this same bar, the girl who had flaked me last week and who never answered any of my 3 texts after. I told her “hi chick, how are you?
– I’m fine”, she answered, avoiding my eyes and turning her head away. So ridiculous, these chicks! It makes me laugh, those chicks that do happen to my ankle but talk to me in a condescending way while I just made a threesome with two sex-bombs.

Seriously, the more I understand chicks and the more I want to tell them “it’s ridiculous what you do stop playing the princess I know very well what is hidden behind and why you do that” but I do not have the patience to explain to them why they do wrong shit. In short, they do not assume anything, are totally conditioned, waste their life, and so on.

All this is manifested in their incoherent behavior which does not make them happy but which makes them proud of being frustrated. They do not really see where is their interest in fact… I think especially of those stupid chicks who sometimes ask me “there are some chicks falling into your trap?” Seriously, what trap ?! The babes rarely enjoy as much as when they fuck with me. If this is a trap… I swear, it would be discouraging… besides, I am getting a little discouraged recently. Still 14 FC and I will maybe stop everything!

I hope that the Christmas NPU truce will make me feel better, I would like to find my modjo, the last time I lost it I found it in the bottom of a glass of beer but as I do not drink alcohol anymore, it is not easy… I sometimes prefer to stay in my warm home, getting hotties a bit more clever than average who want my cock delivered, rather going out.

May the God of the Game do not put it in my ass!

I had sex with an estate agent

November 23th 2015,

Thursday, while I was serenely busy sending “hi, wanna fuck?” to a chick who had written in her Adopte description “no sex friends”… I received a notification telling me that a girl allowed me to talk to her. No messages. Profile without picture. I thought “one more stupid chick who did not upload any picture and who hopes that I answer but who would not answer to the profile of a man without picture”.

After a while, I still decided to write something very direct « no photo, beauty? » I do not give a fuck that’s all. If she is not happy too bad for her. Not giving a fuck is an art.

She replied that she did not want to upload any picture on the dating site in order to do not be recognized. Understand: she is an estate agent and would not want her clients to see her on the site. “No photo, no message, empty profile: you will have to make concessions if you want my services”. She sent me two pictures in the wake (dressed). She is actually kinda hot, and is 25 years old.

She added a not fake warning to her photos: “The photo date from 2014 but I have not really changed since that day… If you want to know my measurements, I am short 1m57 exactly but you know what I am blond, I have green eyes, 50kg, 49kg on the good days, I have no big tits but a 85B… standard… on the other hand, it “seems” that my butt is pleasant, even if it remains subjective…” I had asked nothing at all, me, and I got this, LOL !

I congratulated her « you know how to sell yourself anyway, I appreciate. Did a boy ever tell you no? » She did not answer for a while so I fed with a pretty provocative stuff « if you do not answer we will not go far 😉
– Sorry, I’m on horseback, one of my favorite activities… I liked your description that I read until the end, I found myself on many things… Particularly on the fact that we have only one life, people spend their time complicating everything while things are simple, it is enough to just know what you want and to start with not lying to yourself… If it does not bother you here’s my phone number, I’d rather like to talk on my phone than on my computer… » No, no, it does not bother me.

First text message : « Do you prefer to come and evaluate my apartment or have a visit? » She opted for the visit. “I’ll show it to you then, and I’ll finish with the bed.” I also slipped to her that I would gladly use her as a mount to see if she rides well or if all these years of training were useless. She replied “I will show you how well I ride on horseback”. Okay, Jolly Jumper!

I ended up inviting her on Sunday, so yesterday, for a tea and a nap. She was stressed and told me she did not know how to dress. I replied “do it simple! I will wear something easy to remove, come on, I’m waiting for my tea “.

She came, we drank and then I proposed to take a nap. She was dressed well, classy and everything… besides, she began to lie on the bed keeping her clothes. I asked her if she wanted to sleep in this outfit, she said “of course not
– You undress yourself or I undress you?
– as you wish. » So I undressed her and did the same on me.

We lied down under the duvet and we started to touch each other. It was pretty sexy as a situation. I fingered her/caressed and she shook me. I was actually staring at her breasts and ass, all three very firm. Then I took off her little shorty and went down to lick her. Her flat, muscular stomach and navel piercing motivated me. She enjoyed, first orgasm. She turned me over and sucked me. Very good blowjob. But I did not let her finish. I took the lead and I licked her again. Second orgasm. She sucked me and I came into her mouth. She’s half swallowed. We made a little hug… then I put her up on my mouth and I licked her but she burned her hand on the radiator against which she was stuck, I had not seen it. She lied down next to me and wanted to show me how she rides well. I like when they keep their promises.

She only had long relationships before me so had never fucked with a condom. It is very funny. So I was ridden and she enjoyed, AGAIN. Then she asked for a break because she could not take it anymore. She was trembling everywhere. Then missionary and hard doggy style. Then cuddle, chatting, showering together, chatting again and she’s gone. She had registered on Adopte last Monday… so in three days, she had found me. It’s so easy, for chicks, to have sex! Finally, she’s a nice company, she looks smart and likes animals so good for her.

Once at her place, I received « I came back well, I spent a very good afternoon, very good NAP
– thanks, me too ! I am now in my bed without the little blonde! It may be more relaxing.
– it will be much more relaxing for sure, no more temptation 🙂 »

This morning I woke up with aches everywhere and a broken glass at the foot of my bed. I think I was quite restless that night. The anguish, I think, because I had an anxiety attack during my breakfast. It had been a long time since I had not such a thing but it’s been a few days since I felt not very well so it’s not so surprizing, and then with the anxiogenic (because of the attacks) ambient climate… Since I started by a bleeding nose last Wednesday, then I had a Conjunctivitis for three days, then big stomach ache and finally I broke a second tooth.

Otherwise, more positive: Saturday evening, little pick up session with the LAIR. Nothing crazy, I still picked up a little blonde and I think she wanted to come and fuck at my place. Indeed, I talked to her about a 5 to 7 in the early morning and she asked me where I lived and she said she lived next door. I even have her address. She gave me her number so that we find ourselves at the end of the party and that we may come together because with my friends we went to another bar.

Except that I did not hear her message on time nor her call. I even went back to the first bar to see if she was still there… but no. Disappointment ! I sent her a message last night but she did not answer yet so I think she got cold feet in the meantime. She also had a lousy girlfriend so it surely influenced her.

Yet I think it was not much of a lie, or at least she was a little tempted, because when she asked my age, I said “listen, you will not use this as a pretext for not having orgasms tonight
– don’t worry” or she asked me “what are you looking for as a relationship?
– it’s a non-question, I do not overthink and I see where it leads
– me too.”

Last anecdote about Tinder: a girl warmed me for 3 days like “I want to suck you and everything” then when we had to meet up “sorry I went to the cinema”. Finally, she confessed to me that she got cold feet because she was a virgin and wanted to “have a lot of fun virtually before”. The idea did not seduce me even though she was hot. I’m sick and tired of the unwilling girls who do not assume anything and that make me waste my time while they could enjoy like crazy chicks !

Last anecdote about Adopte: I had a 38 year old women who had put 26 as an age. And she wants only tall men! She asked my size twenty times and I finally told her to go to Hell. Understand, she is 1m60 and so I eat her on her head… why pissing me off with my size? Is she complexed or what? In addition, it was she who had approached me first and told me that she was interested in the sex instructor I am. I’m sick and tired of those who reject their complexes on others (age and size, in her case).

To finish: I have got fat, +6 kg in total since I am in Lyon. So I got into the diet yesterday. I have no choice! The teacher is so hot that next to her I am complexed… Besides, I now fuck her without a condom. Life is too short for bothering with this shit!

So, may the God of the Game be with us!

November 16th 2015,

This morning I had a hard time getting up: I spit mucus like the thirsty of cyprin dragon that I am. It must be said that the weekend was agitated… and cold. In addition, with the LAIR of Lyon, we have the annoying habit of hanging out in the street around 4 o’clock in the morning.

Retrospective :

*Friday night, France beat Germany at football. It’s really that something was wrong. Afterwards, I saw the story of the terrorists attacks in Paris on TV, so I realized that something was really wrong. No, seriously, it sucks. It sucks, yes, but not to the point of putting a temporary profile picture with a blue-white-red filter on Facebook. Why do I think it’s shit to do this like all the sheep? Because it is a TEMPORARY picture of profile, precisely. That means what it means. In a few moments people will have forgotten and will vote again for a shitty president to whom I will reproach lies, a demagogic speech intended to sleep the sheep, the fact that he will talk to us like we’re dumbs, that he will have formed a government of fuckers, and to show a fake goodness when he hates us in fact.

*Saturday, the Pick-up podcast with Snipe is online (you can listen to it on Youtube). Then, in the evening, we went out at the Fuckland (the name is a fake) in a club in Lyon. THIS WAS EMPTY! People were afraid, people did not want to party, people made the terrorists win. But I do not think these suckers will attack again right away while everyone is on the alert. That would be stupid! In a few weeks, they will strike again when the flock returns to sleep. Pathetic trick: poor dudes used the excuse of the attacks to stop us from approachings. I was with black and Arab friends and there was a scandal because they found them “threatening in the current climate so they do not have to approach chicks in front of the club, blablabla”.

SHUT UP ! CAN YOU SEE MY FAT FINGER IN YOUR ASS, SUCKER ?

Well, I still kissed two chicks. In fact, there were balloons in this party and, with the Nice Giant we were next to a penguin floating in the air, only held by a thread. A girls came and asked us to give her the ball. The nice giant proposed her to kiss the penguin on the mouth (or rather on the beak). She did it: playful !!! Then he proposed her to kiss him, she said “it does not work like that” but he moved towards her and they kissed. She was hot, I was jealous.

They then tried to unleashed the ball but could not. I told her I would do it if she kissed me too. She said “no I’ve already kissed your buddy, wait, I’ll find a girlfriend.” So I kissed the friend. I plucked the thread that held the ball by forcing like a nag and the hottie smacked me. Understand who can, it was surely her instinct “sex-resource exchange” that turned her on! In short, we do not care.

The medal of the best opener of the evening returns to the nice giant: “I have already kissed 10 chicks tonight, would you like to be the 11th? LOL. It was a fake, of course… but it was funny. Well, the girl, it did not make her laugh… she even repeated it to the bouncer, outrageous. What made the scene even more comical.

I did not do much more at the party. And that’s a problem. In Aix, by going out regularly I still had 1 or 2 FC per month from NPU on average. There, in 2 months and a half in Lyon, I only got 1 fucklose in night… and some kisses. Sometimes I really was close to the FC, like when we brought the two sisters home, but no.

So, where does the problem come from? I think I fuck too much online. So I play the economy when I go out, I do not have the fangs. Or I developed an allergy to the cyprine of the bitches (those chicks are legion in these clubs).

*Sunday, Tinder date with a girl. I opened her and said, “We’re lucky! We said we like each other.” She accepted my frame. We chatted and then I warmed her with erotic texts. She also wrote some naughty things to me. And we agreed to a first appointment in the shower. We had said we’d take a shower together by undressing each other but we would not touch each other until the shower was over. Concept that I found fucking exciting! But I didn’t know if she would assume or get cold feet like 90% of the babes?

Well, she assumed! I went at her place at about 6pm yesterday. She had created a nice atmosphere with candles and everything. We spoke a few minutes, she devoured me with eyes. I liked her : tall enough, hot, pretty. We went to the shower and almost followed the plan.

I admired her beautiful underwear that put her wildly in value: they made me harder than a young high school girl determined to celebrate her degree. Except that once she was naked she could not handle it anymore and kissed me everywhere trying to jerk me by any means: she could not resist sexual tension. So, I fingered her + caressed her before the shower. For a long time… And she came. It was so good.

We finally took the shower: I knelt like a submissive boy before her and re-licked her. She re-enjoyed! Then she knelt before me and sucked me. But not until the end. She finally wanted to go to her room because otherwise who says hot water says huge bill.

Preliminaries again on her bed, me, I was still loaded. She came again then I penetrated her for 5 minutes (maybe less) and I had a good orgasm. I almost even overtook the hood. She asked for a time-out. She was all red, it was too hot. Me too, by the way!

She cooked me pasta, but while she was cooking she caught me and made me make a super-sporty position on the table in her kitchen. She was sitting on the edge of the table, me standing in front of her with a good angle of attack. She spread her legs well and stood backward with the strength of her arms. The penetration was crazy. She was soaked. I screwed her like crazy! And we enjoyed TOGETHER! It was beautiful, it was cute!

We ate (the pasta was overcooked) and then her roommate came home and I got out! She wanted me to go down the stairs while her friend was taking the elevator with a friend  : like with the shrink, we do not meet each other. She had to be afraid that I would fuck her too (or that it ends with a foursome).

In any case, she had her dose, final score: 4 orgasms. She even asked for a ceasefire at the end so I have broken her. She told me that I was the oldest guy she’d banged… she must be understood, she’s a little nurse of 20 years. She’s still young! She has a delicious ass, really cute breasts, a flat belly, beautiful hair that smell good, a very soft pussy and a mouth… I do not even talk about her mouth! I also have like her very original name. A clue : it’s the name of an island.

*I give you news of my project of orgy with the teacher: the couple that she had found to have sex with her got cold feet. The guy wanted two chicks for himself, but did not want to share his own girl. His girl wanted me and the teacher… but he does not care. I even suggested that women fuck together and that I do not touch his chick, just mine, and he said “it has no interest then.” Sucker, that his girl enjoys, he does not care… what a fucking selfish. After he said “sorry, but I’m not used to do not be the most open-minded in a conversation” … LOL! What a shit! It’s crazy because people often tend to think they are open-minded when they are not.

The teacher had also found a single woman for our threesome. But after having warmed us on FaceBook for two evenings, she told us that she had dropped out of Tinder because she was subitly not looking for “sex without string attached”. Ridiculous, especially that I saw her with my personal account on Tinder the day after she told us that. The chicks generally prefer to lie than to admit that they get cold feet… ahlala, appearances.

In short, I’ll have to search into my network to do it, this fucking threesome! I really want to make the teacher happy… I think I like her a little too much.

May the God of the Game be with me!

November 12th 2015,

I’m getting tired of being even more tired when I do not work than when I do work. And yet, when I’m working, I’m already at the end of my rope. Finally, my morale is going a little better since I have understood that I can easily find another firm at least as well as my current one.

Otherwise, back to seduction: yesterday afternoon, I received the visit of a naughty chick from Adopte. An 18-year-old, totally crazy. She is in a literacy preparation class in a boarding school, so she has few opportunities to get fucked. Yesterday was a public holiday, so we took advantage of it.

It was she who contacted me on Adopte and everything… then… all of a sudden, no more answer for several days. But I did not leave her in her comfort zone, I confronted her. I asked her to assume if she did not want to see me instead of just not answering. She was uncertain until the last minute.

I put a little pressure on her to decide: I told her that it is important to get out of her comfort zone to move forward in her life and everything (by the way, this is true). She was fucking stressed at the thought of having sex with a stranger, that’s why she did not answer anymore, actually. In addition, she did not sleep with many guys in her life (but she also banged two chicks which shows a kind of open-mindedness).

She is very insecure even if she is cute, and she has emotional problems… you see the kind of crazy chick ! I had to really reassure her (I alternated pressure and comfort) and she came anyway. We talked a little before fucking, of course. Especially she was so stressed that she spoke a lot and was a bit nasty. She did taunt me. As if unconsciously, she wanted to prevent my cock from entering her pussy… as if she wanted to spoil everything, when she really wanted to have sex with me, she told me. But I did not let myself be trapped.

Once in the bed, I had never seen anything like it before. I licked her pussy : she approached orgasm, but really (kind of hyper contracted sex and spasms, very wet like a tsunami, legs that tremble, etc…) until then everything was fine but, all of a sudde, she got up and began to cry. Yes, to cry.

I consoled her and we talked a little more. Then she undressed me and I fucked her. At that time, she detached from her body like NO EXPRESSION during the fuck. Seriously. I still selfishly finished. I think I felt during this fuck what a guy feels when he bangs a prostitute. She told me she loved it physically but emotionally, it’s with another guy that she’s in love blahblahblah. I don’t fucking care, if she comes to me it’s not to play the starfish, right?

It pisses me off to have to deal with such crazy persons. When you’re in such a situation, you’re enjoying the moment, whether you’re in love with another guy or not. Seriously, it’s useless to feel guilty, especially since the guy in question is not her boyfriend. Or at least enjoy and feel guilty after, otherwise it’s really not worth it. It’s just common sense. The chicks really have a gift to waste life when it comes to sex…

She is very stressed in her life, she has quite a lot of anxiety problems and everything. So, I confirm what I already said: all the girls are not good to fuck! In fact, I do not care, I do not regret. I know what I am worth when it comes to sex but a guy with a somewhat fragile confidence, there, she can break him. Serious, you fuck her and she looks elsewhere, what a lack of respect!

The funny thing (because yes there is still one) is that I was her first “old” man. I am 8 years older than her. Mouhahaha!

Other thing : I had told you that I had registered The Teacher on Tinder to find a girl for a threesome. Well, instead, she found a couple looking for a second girlfriend. A couple that really is trying for a long time to find someone.

She asked me if it would bother me if she would go there without me because the guy of the girl does not want to share her… but he wants play the pimp with 2 girls who would take care of him. Now, it is his girlfriend who is at the initiative of everything and is bisexual… Who does he think he is, seriously ?! The guy apparently worried that I would be a threat to him, about his bitch.

Me, it pisses me off that a guy has a chance of picking up the bet when it was me who made the Tinder profile of The Teacher and who opened his girl on the app. By the way, the other girl literally has LOVED my opener!

Understand that he did nothing to deserve that, this dude. It’s his girl who takes care of everything and he, he will would the jackpot? While my teacher does not find it handsome? She would tolerate it, just to fuck with her girlfriend… and I would be left out? Inadmissible! Knowing that she introduced me as her boyfriend, I think it’s a lack of respect to plot like that.

Especially since the other girl is a sex-bomb too! So, frankly, here… the only fact she thought to fuck her without me, it pisses me off. I can not stop her and she does not have to tell me, of course. I realize that my reaction is not rational but it’s like that and that’s it.

It’s as if I was looking for another guy to fuck The Teacher and I come across a guy in a couple looking for a second guy to realize his girlfriend’s fantasy. And it would be the other chick who would have our two cocks while I would leave the Prof aside. Seriously, I find it disrespectful to think so. Very selfish!

Frankly: either they fuck without the guys, or we make a foursome together… but here I feel downright sidelined and I do not like that at all. I also told her and she understood my position (not sexual). She told me she will not do it without me. Can I believe her?

Serious, it’s a sensitive topic, the orgies. It can quickly get fucked up. You have to be very careful what you do and what you say! I speak seriously, there, bros!

Well, we’ll talk to them on FaceBook, we’ll create a conversation all together. We’ll see what happens! Anyway the sex-bomb of the other has seen my profile and she finds me cute, so it’s cool.

May the God of the Game be with us!