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!