Author: Fabrice Julien PUA

19th March 2013,

I should be sleeping to be in shape for the work tomorrow but I absolutely have to tell you three short stories. We are going to speak about inner game, instant kiss close and girl who cries.

After the WE during which the girl from Toulon made me shiver as much as if I had Parkinson and during which Marie showed her butt to a motorist, I was afraid that my internship seems to me insipid and boring. In fact, the first week was cool but exhausting. Seriously : I go back to home after 6 pm with only one desire it is sleeping.. I only fucked a sex friend last week (Precious Stone). I thus waited impatiently for the WE …

Friday evening, totally exhausted, I said to myself that if I did not move, I would regret it. Thus, night out with Arnaud and Padawan, we acted like gay people. It was funny, I told the girls “olala but lookat the DJ he is sooo cute” and “ahlala but you if I was heterosexual I would do you what you want” and other “we live all three together, we are soon going to adopt”. A two meter high girl was there (I’m not exaggerating) who believed in me and who was completely in, she took my FB to become “my best friend” except that she probably hallucinated by reading all the girls’ messages on my wall. Something else: a silly bitch treated me “gay loser who doesn’t dance” and a guy told me “don’t talk to my girl, the girls like that it is for the real men”. Poor France…

Well, second part of night, in a club, I tested an opener “you are hot you” without much success. In the best case, I had a “thank you” otherwise ” you on the other hand you are ugly ” and fingers confusedly. The girls who allow to say to a boy that he is ugly and everything, in particular without having even looked at him while he just compliments her in fact, are really bitches who do not realize damages they could make on a guy who would have a fragile inner game. Because it is about inner game that I want to speak now … Indeed, on Saturday I chatted with the girl of ice cubes, who asked me to piss off a girl on FB then I did it because I was at a loose end. It rather quickly went down the drain … “How are you, love ?
– But you have a problem in your head you? By what right do you call me my heart? I don’t know you you owe me some respect! Did you think that I was your buddy or what.
[ I didn’t answer because I was occupied and on Sunday morning and I had that]
– Well then there are some things which you should know: physically you are not attractive at all, I would even say that you are ugly. But also I believe that you a little forgot all about your place, and you see your place with me, it is to have the minimum of respect, maybe that your approach works with other girls (woe are they I would say, they do not have a lot of dignity). Thus to return to what you are, you are an idiot full of himself (without any visible reasons), you are certainly a guy who is going to miss his life, what makes me most pity it is that you hide yourself behind a computer because you know that in the real world nothing can be done the girls reject you. You post on Facebook to feel powerful, but what you don’t know it is that any girl with a minimum of dignity would refuse your cock. Now that things are clear small miserable man you do not deserve to have a girl like me, I would not want to brag, but I deserve certainly a level above yours whether it is physically or mentally. It would be time for you to grow up in your head and you will realize that the respect is the basis of anything especially when we do not know someone. Thus now I ask you to close your mouth and to stay at your place with me, IE I do not talk to the animals of the farm. Best Regards, fuck off.
– Hello love! Then first of all I was anxious to thank you for having taken time to answer me. I wanted to remind you certain points: the only respect that you deserve it is a facial. You are certainly hot but you have done nothing for that, thank your parents. You are certainly rich but you did nothing for that: dad’s girl you allow to patronize guys who succeed in the finance thanks to their work. Do not hold it against me if I do not take into account your attack on my physical appearance which reveals a sacred lot of frustration and superficiality. I think that you should have your ass destroyed you would feel better my heart. I also think that you have the hatred bicause you think that I am going to post you on FB but for it still you would have to be funny. Then even if I was ugly I don’t care because girls like you I eat them for breakfast : I have already screwed girls more sexy than you (well also less attractive I grant you that but they had something in the lemon and wrote in a drinkable style with fewer spelling mistakes). About dignity, I let you judge: I am a devotee practicing of sodomy. Indeed I would not want that you brag neither and I would not want that you lose an opportunity to lecture me (I see that you take so much pleasure there like if I did you a cunnilingus). I always had things in common with the girls who thus lecture me roughly you excite me bb. Last point concerning your notion of the respect : if by “animal of the farm”, you talk about a pig, then yes I am one. If you want that I close my mouth so that you can open yours and welcome my cock, I answer “OK but only if you swallow”. Best Regards, a big kiss on the mouth.”

With this, she shut up and blocked me. Seriously, poor nasty small bourgeois whore who allows to try to cause damage by pleasure. Even if all that she said was true, why saying it? And why ignite like that? Well, I believe that I reached a sacred level of confidence in me because I couldn’t care less about this kind of reflections. And that it is satisfactory indeed, I just have to think again about some awesome women I fucked and among girls who run after me to get that she is the one who is wrong. Fucking shit. You take yourself for a princess but you are only a moralizer for pussies! As for myself, sometimes I catch wondering if it is really my life or if I am dreaming, then… I’m not planning to question myself soon.

Small explanation now: why did the girl of ice cubes ask me to piss off this girl? Because apparently she is on the waiters of the club, and thus on the guy with a head of teddy bear. What lets me think that the girl of the ice cubes does not tolerate that we turn around him, she is thus a little in love with him. Small disappointment : I asked to Arnaud to support myself and to help me pissing her off, he said yes, he saw her pictures and found her pretty then he said ” finally no “. Like if he had a chance to screw her seriously. Small pathetic cock.

Well, otherwise, I tried a routine the same Saturday afternoon (in parallel) : “readyfor the poke party?
– What do you mean by poke party? Because according to what that is, yeah I’m in
– Ah and you are ready for what type of poke party you? Me it is very innocent
– Mdrr ba to meet you
– Haha rather direct but that pleases me. You lived in aix too?
– Mdrr it is more practical to be direct. Not far yeah. And for you what is a poke party?
– Yeah I always found that sexy the girls who take initiatives. So, this evening you come to Aix? Bah for me the poke party is to send pokes, some messages, to see you and to kiss you without the tongue
– Ah so much the better then. Yeah that’s it. Why you would want that we see each other in the evening? It’s OK for me indeed this kind of poke party in any case. Ahah and well I hope that you will be up to your reputation.
– Well, yes if you come in town or what I would like. Okay ben there I lost a bet I cannot kiss with the tongue
– Mdrr but at the basis I am not a girl who takes initiatives that well has to be the first time I am like that ^^. Ba in this case yes I can manage to go into town this evening. Mdrr it is not very grave that.
– Mdrr ah well it is the pokes which make you this effect ^^? In this case yeah that would be a good idea. Lol well so much the better if you prefer but I can kiss you on the neck and quite everywhere no problem! What did you plan this evening?
– Mdrr I don’t know, but at the basis I am a shy person me. Ba that’s OK then I would be on Aix this evening. Mdrr that goes ba we shall see that this evening. Ba I had nothing planned
– Lol bah with me you reveal another facet of your personality half angel and half devil. Yes don’t worry nobody ever complained
– Yeah mdrr but in the truth I promises nothing. Mdrr well ba then I should not complain either
– Lol bah I shall know well how to corrupt you but it will be our secret. It’s lucky!
– We shall see that we just met and we already have small secrets between us.”

In brief, we made an appointment at about 9 pm, small text before joining her “I’m leaving home I kiss you” answer “I kiss you too” so by seeing her I had to kiss her to say hello. She looked a little surprised: it was funny for unknowns and we spent a nice evening in a bar together except that Padawan joined us, he so to speak imposed, he was a little bit boring and scared her off. I see her again on Saturday normally, she wrote me on her way back “I want to be desired a little”. Otherwise, I made the same routine to other girls: having no sandwich in the morning I have three numbers among which two potential sex friends + her. So class. Thus, I am certainly going to screw Margaux, Charlotte and Lola. I do not put the other conversations because it was grosso-modo the same thing.

Well, otherwise at work and everything… There are two-three pretty collaborators that I would stuff more gladly than the printer but well. I great behave well over there, you would see that, unrecognizable. I believe that I have a kind of double personality … Even if I got on with the cute secretary (who is going be laid off soon moreover) and some girls who make some labor law… at the moment no way to introduce me in them even if it would be very nice during the breaks.

Otherwise, this evening I saw again the married woman of December 2012. OK, it was nice (a little less than the last time all the same) but she was a little bit sticky, always to give me kisses and everything and to tell me “I am going to miss you”. We fucked at my place and everything and I fell asleep one hour (normal I am constantly tired) then I walked her back to her hotel. By leaving, I returned and I saw her crying. That hurt me in the heart, so I guess that I have one…

May the God of the Game be with her !

10th March 2013,

It has been a while since I did not write. Don’t ask me why, I don’t know, nevertheless I have things that need to be told … Then I am going to sum up these last fifteen days in order chronological.

The Thursday after my birthday, Pauline came to my place. Remember, she is the girl I decided to make wait 10 dates before showing her my dear penis … Well, it was the number 7 there and I have fingered her on my bed so I had difficulty not taking more initiatives. I was strained as a nutcase but she is rather the kind of girl who is passive, a fucking passive starfish then it helped me holding on my positions. I like very much well the chicks who show me their excitement by jumping on me and by licking me everywhere. Well, that arrives not often but it is beautiful, dreaming … As a result, she went back to her home with great difficulty at about 3 am and I masturbated. It is sad, right? These lousy principles? I pity the girls who impose it themselves every time…

The last WE, night out “Harlem Shake” with the captain, Arnaud and Hafid. We had taken our water gun then we shot the floozy girls in the club. Some danced like naughty girls and waddled and everything and suddently BAM in the mouth. Some believed that it was some beer, so one almost made a shampoo in the washbasin. We retested a “crash and burn” with the captain, but nothing : it didn’t work. If somebody knows the parameters which can determine the success of this kind of operation, thank you for communicating them to me. Like : free club or not, it changes anything? The hour of attack also certainly, the type of place etc., everything was different this time … Otherwise, I approached all the same two girls who did not let me leave anymore: “you  are so cute, we want a picture with you.
– Thanks you. ” Seriously, what the fuck, it is really the first time that someone tell me that. Arnaud took a picture.” But we cannot kiss you, we have boyfriends “. They added me on FB and I negotiate to fuck them (or only one at least) in the common showers of the university hall where they live.

Otherwise, there is a guy who, when I tried to pick up Beautiful Name, came  bullshiting me “let her go, you are ugly and not fun”. Well, he clearly wanted to fuck her and everything but this shit is waiter in the club in question, the club where there is a lot of Erasmus. He even blocked me with the page FB of the club, if it is not sad, being so stupid. Let me clarify the things for you : he never did anything with Beautiful Name, he is just a big frustrated jealous person dressed like a ridiculous hipster… In brief, we saw him again and the captain shot him with his water gun. This asshole came trying to be alpha male there, he was received with a “WHATDAFUCK?” from the captain and his accent from Marseille and so he came back apologizing at least 3 times. Too good, this captain. That is called charisma, I guess. Bah, I have to say, he is brilliant this guy, he approaches girls on Couchsurfing and tries to find a naughty girl who will make him sleep with her in Aix being thought of as a Canadian in journey while he actually lives here … Awesome !

End of the night, we have switched to another club to join a girl with whom I had to have a bath which suggested me going to my place in order to (I quote) “play to the Monopoly”. Except that the last time, when we had met her, she was dressed well and everything and now I dunno, I saw her and I didn’t want anymore. So, I preferred to go back to my place to sleep rather than screwing for screwing … I said that my cousin had felt sick and had vomited to do not hurt her.

The week, I spent it in the papers because I am going to work in the finance since Monday then here we are, my life is going to take a new rhythm and will certainly be healthier. Unless I continue to cook Tatin pies in the rum with my roommate at around 4 o’clock. Needs that I talk to you about my new roommate: he is a sort of hippy night mechanic, who smokes weed 3 times a day, who drinks heavily all the time strange things and who eats only sandwiches full of mayonnaise. He is apparently an ex-dealer who waits that his trial takes place and has weapons in his room so: he does everything to be unnoticed even if he has fines for drink-driving and of course no licences anymore. Otherwise, he is very open-minded: everything seems to flow on him, I like him even if he turns on the music full tilt till 5 hours of the matt and even  if thus the neighbors pull a bad face to me in the morning. It is all the same a sacred misfit, well, me too after all even if in fact he is maybe even a dangerous madman! That I know nothing about it, we have had no subject of quarrel yet.

On Thursday, party “Adopte” in town with the Coach. I found Marie there, remember the FR of my birthday « I am in full negotiation with Marie to go in her car (which was not baptized yet) stop in a dark corner and have a drink 🙂 ». She is adorable this chick, she a little reminds me of an elf with her face. But I was irritated because she had flaked last WE by saying that she finally had to go to Nice then did not give any news during 3-4 days. I believed that it was dead for me but she excited me excessively then I re-feeded the conversation by the routine “how would we seduce if we could not speak? ” And BAM she answered me… and followed an innocent “are you coming this evening to the Adopt party?
– Yes, are you going to adopt me?
– Yes:)” as a result, here we were, we flirted during a long hour but I didn’t make the first step, I just  caressed her (the back, the hips, the legs) she got closer moved closer and closer and when the tension was in its paroxysm, we found ourselves lips against lips but it happened alone… I didn’t have the impression to give the order to my brain to kiss her nor anything. We just kissed each other passionately, we even danced on the tables of the bar and she took my shirt off because there was a group next to us who was fun and did the same thing… We did not have sex because she began early the next day. Last message: ” then, I reserve you my evening of Saturday?
– I suppose. ” Rendez-vous on Saturday evening, for a night-stroll in her car.

On Friday, the cutie from Toulon came back to my place. I have called Padawan and the captain: hang out in a bar, mussel gathering, we returned to my house with a group for an improvised party. They were girls, artists of Les beaux arts or I do not know what. One I knew btw, we had met in a nightclub and I had slept with one of her delicious friends months ago. Me, I already had my sandwich with a first name of the 20s then I didn’t dug too much the question. Padawan said to her this legendary sentence “I dunno if it is because you are young or whatever but you really have a sexual thing.” Well, it is true that she is h*t… When they left, the chick from Toulon did not want to go out again, we then went to my room and she kissed me. We warmed more and more, her body is really thin, it is excessively exciting and she became my big buddy. Has no notion of property nor anything there even if she puts messages like that on my wall FB « I remind, friendly, that I smash the face, I defuse her race, to every girl licking too much your cock (which belongs to ME). So bb ♥. » Furthermore, she made me a hickey: welcome to adolescence. Then, I undressed her but her river poured red apparently so she gave me a blowjob in string. She swallowed, I travelled, I adored. She confessed that she swallowed only three guys in her life “I don’t swallow whoever: the guy with whom I am in love, the one who forced me and you.” Cool, I don’t believe everything girls say but that pleases all the same, it flatters the ego. To me, the blowjob is the most important. I even prefer to finish in the mouth of the girl bicause I have more pleasure than when I screw like Woody Woodpecker !

On Saturday, Marie picked me up by car. I expected that she cancels, that she flakes me and everything but absolutely nothing. We settled comfortably in a sort of way or a street or I do not know what. It was not enlightened. I can tell you that we quickly disappeared in the vapor like the Black Pearl sinking into the fog. We drank two shots of tequila on the back seat “I don’t like tequila” she said “but I am going to drink it all the same”. Phew, she was thus full of willingness. We spoke, I kissed her, she rose on me, we tipped over the seat, we got naked. She was very wild and took initiatives : she scratched, bit, rubbed, hummed, her breath accelerated … I wonder if two cats which kiss hum? Well, I admit, it is a stupid reflection.

In brief, we then passed in the back, she sucked me and it was really good. Very good rhythm, very good appetizer. The congratulations of the jury. I have fingered her “I want that you take me RIGHT NOW”. Then here we were, we contorted in the back then she rose on me “I didn’t tell you everything …
– Tell me.
– I have cardiac problems, I can die by making love there because everything accelerates.
– OK”. We ended our business then she explained that she will be operated in two months and everything to have a pacemaker and everything and that this is why she lets her hair grow to hide the future scar… I suggested her to do it again but she asked me for a respite, for her heart and everything. OK, after all even if it shall be a beautiful death, I have not the desire to kill somebody. She has sucked me again, and we did again then we spoke till 1 am in the morning. She told me that she has already crossed Marseille naked under a mac for a guy, that she has already driven naked by night to join a lover and other cool things. It is her frenzy to do things like that… I hope that she is going to become one of my partners of game because she is funny and a little bit strange. Rather strange to be sexy, she has a mystic and geek side in the look! I asked her if she wanted a doggy style “next time: I want to see you again. Well, I drive you back?
– You do not want to return me in 20 minutes by chance ?
– No no no no. When I say no more than three times, it means yes.
– Ah well.” And we did it again. For the anecdote, the next day she saw the guy whom she had met in my birthday: he came from Avignon just to screw her if I understood well.

End of the night in a club, I found the girl of the street-fucking and her friends and I had a date with Pauline the working girl for a 8th date in a club. Except that I didn’t find her and I could not contact her : I accidentally put some Vigor on my telephone and it then soaked into the tequila in the car. Ugh. I am thus not contactable now, that risks to damage my sexual life! Otherwise, anecdote: I said “get naked” to one of the friends of the girl of the street-fucking and she answered me “let’s go you first” then I opened my shirt and my pants. She laughed. I told her “it’s your turn, at least show me your tits”. Then here we were, she pushed aside her top. I was surprised. Well, nothing more: she is married. Last anecdote: as soon as a guy who they did not like approached them, they came dancing against me. Seriously, I looked like a fucking pimp with his 3 cuties … So class ! Arnaud was in the club too, I told him for Marie and asked him to do not repeat it to her ex who is additionally his best buddy: the first thing which he did was to tell him. :/

I came home completely done, my computer overheats every twenty minutes, impossible to lead a correct pick up on FB, I have no fresh plan and my telephone is dead. Fucking week. Besides, I am under stress for my job on Monday.

Let’s cross our fingers. May the God of the Game be with you !

28th February 2013,

It snowed on Sexe-en-Provence, on this February 23rd. Big flakes of cyprine. It even so much fell that I began to receive mass of cancellations for my party. Some due to the bad weather there (“I am stuck in my fucking village I cannot come “), some due to the fact there that it is girls thus we can never rely on them (“I know that I had said yes and even confirmed yesterday but finally we are tired then we will watch movie instead it is so much better…
– It is me who am sorry for you, after all, you are going to miss an awesome party”) and I also underwent cancellations because most of the guys are bad with the girls (“yeah I had invited girls and everything but at the last moment they do not come because [insert here diverse lousy explanations] then I come with guys instead”). Seriously, guys, even The Greek who is one of the worse guys of the Earth in his relationships with the opposite sex (he even has no phone) came with a chick for the ratio, and you nothing… Shame on you !

NB: I even received a “my mother didn’t give me money so I cannot come” lol

I didn’t lose courage for that because my two targets were very motivated: Charlotte and Marie. Two girls freshly poked and facebookly worked so that they suck me in the black room (the bathroom). My fault: in my haste, I had forgotten to remove the bulb then it was not really a black-room but rather a fuck-room (my new roommate had generously lent a mattress moreover will need that I speak to you about him because he is such a fucking phenomenon). All the same, I had done well to try to pick up these two girls: one came with 3 other hotties for the ratio and the other who works at Monoprix gave me a lot of bottles of alcohol free of charge. Seriously, the party cost me only 30€ thanks to her.

I had invited people at 6 pm (and had promised them a crepe batter to motivate them to come early), but I am a big asshole then I came back from shopping at about 6:30 pm (procrastination when you hold us). Hafid was already there, he came with a lot of accessories of parties, and Le Gothique my buddy-photographer-official-of-the-party who waited. The guests began to arrive at about 7 pm: just the time for us to prepare the apartment and for me to suit up. Hafid, as for him, got dressed like Gros Minet. The pancakes were hot, and certain girls too.

As a result, we began to eat (I have soaked my tie inside), I made obscene signs, fired with my pistol with balls on the first one who said a word and launched a playlist of rewarding movies on my computer. In fact, I had prepared it so that it broadcasts the good word :
1) Young People Fucking (7pm-8:30pm)
2) X project (8:30pm-10pm)
3) Daredorm
4) College Fuck Fest
5) College Rules
Three last ones are a little bit funny amateur and student porns which take place in apartments. I hoped sincerely that they would give ideas to some chicks and that was the case (I shall return there later).

Finally here we were, from 7 pm till 8:30 pm it was little “soft party”, nothing very nasty, approximately 20 people, then everything suddenly accelerated: a group of hotties came in my threshold: Charlotte and her friends. Then other girls, and guys (my ratio was done but had sexy bitches there all the same). The temperature shot up with the games of alcohol (in particular a miniature basketball there and when you fail sending the small ball inside, you drink one tequila (bim bam bang)).

First thing Very Bad Trip : at about 9 pm, we rang, everybody told me “Come to see, an old woman is there.
– Fuck already the neighbors who are going to piss off me?! ” And no, it was grandma Lucienne. I had put a word in the mailboxes of the building by inviting the residents to be polite and a sort of participant in the student and workers’ protest movement of May 1968 very cool in her head came. Extraordinary. It was HER, the mascot of the party : no dwarf in the oven but an adorable grandma who relived her youth. Unfortunately, my neighbors are not all cool : at about 10 pm I received a call ” idiot what is this mess, we shall talk again of it, it won’t be as easy as that “. It was the first one of a long series of annoy, and at one moment the cat disappeared and we looked for it everywhere (it was terrorized under a bed). At this moment, the coach asked me “how are you Cyprine? “; the captain: “fuck there is really people who call you Cyprine? “.

I thus began to do not feel really comfortable, then when the Coach announced me “the DJ of the NRJ Music Awards There is coming” I said to myself “noooooooooon I will die, I have to start looking for a new apartment” but, finally, it was funny to have him at home. It was really VBT that he comes mixing at my place, I didn’t believe it when we had spoken about it fast made the day before but here we were.

Around 11 pm, Marie and the DJ arrived, we switched off the lights and the party really started. It is at this moment (of course) that Le Gothique the photographer tidied up his device, bad timing, too bad!!! But I understand him: he did not want to take the risk to break it and then anyway it is not so grave. The main part will stay in our memoirs and in this text.

Midnight: the naughty girls swayed hips, the guys drooled. I remember having settled on the couch with the rum in the honey of my roommate, alone. That it is the technique of the sofa: you sit down and expect to see who will make the effort to approach you. Marie came to speak to me, then I handcuffed her and we danced stuck squeezed. Face to face, she goes down great low this girl, and I had wandering hands. Then I turned her and caught as when we choke somebody from behind. That excited me to feel her buttocks against my hips and her hair perfuming my nose … I was king of the world until a silly bitch vomits on her. The floozy in question is a girl that a buddy (we shall call him the mytho) immediately tryied to screw in the B-Room. Fuck of alcoholic then ethylic comas, I guess, because they stayed there 2 hours (even I, I do not fuck for such a long time) Update : in fact he did not even got hard. Marie went to clean herself while turning me on with just her glance I smelt that she wanted to play, then I tried nothing just to make rise the pressure. Then, at a moment, one called me in a room and I left. Afterward, Marie was all the time approached except that when I passed in front of her, she left her pretenders and returned towards me (WHO IS THE BOSS HERE ?!). At a given moment, her ex tried to kiss her then she presented her cheek by means of a dodge of great distinction then perceived me and came towards your servant “So, you fall again into your old faults?
– I don’t want to go out with a guy, on the other hand I will not say no to a good lover.
– Is it an advance or a proposal?
– Who said that I spoke about you?
– Touché.”

I left because girls offered me presents: boxes of condoms, sextoys, shirts, tea, a sculptured potato, a megaphone and others. I decided to change, removed my suit and put on my T-shirt “I <3 Cyprine”. The girl of the Street-Fucking began to kiss me in the corridor in front of Marie and the Breton. The Breton, it is the girl of our group of friends in whom I put all the time small beatings and who repeats me indefatigably “what a jerk, I will never sleep with you” but who had promised me “during your birthday, you can drink some champagne on my breasts”. I informed her and asked her if it always OK this story, and she answered “yes”. I was surprised but I like when girls keep their promises. The mytho always occupied the bathroom so I asked to sturdy buddies to kick him out.

I fetched the bottle of champagne that the Coach had lovingly offered me and that I had hidden, then went to find the Breton. She removed her top, I removed mine. “You are not obliged to undress, you know …
– I know but it is so that you feel more at ease.
– But you know that there will be nothing more, you are just going to drink some champagne and I go out ” she did not spontaneously remove her bra, so I have took it off. I didn’t directly put it on her tits, first of all on the bottom of the neck and I licked by going back up up to her ears. I still overturned and began again until I felt her breath accelerating. We put the mattress in the bathtub and she lengthened … I put myself on her to lick her breasts and I began to make comings and goings against her loins “Stop, it’s enough”. I said “OK” I put back my T-shirt and pretended to block me she told me “wait”. There, I kissed her, I caressed her against the wall and my hand went into her jeans. I put her a finger then caressed her clit. She was boiling. I opened her pants to better finger her before trying ” Do you want to have sex?
– Yeah go go for it, have you got condoms?
– Always.” You know, we had just offered me three whole boxes. As a result, we just copulated in missionary in my bathtub bicause to lick her or to suck me “it is too intimate” that she said. Charlotte entered the bathroom while I got ready to go out “have you a hairdryer?
– yes, wait, it is for what?
– A jerk fired me some vodka above with a water gun”. Ah OK. Then here we were, she dried her hair and I fiddled with them (in front of the Breton, balek). ” Well I am going to leave you.
– You do not bother us.
– I am going to leave you all the same.” Then here we were, I was with Chacha, caressing her hair: we spoke to say nothing and even if she did not withdraw when I approached, she sent no active IDI. So I didn’t kiss her and was blocked. Needs not to mess around, that is not enough being hot, also needs to make an effort there.

Marie sat on a buddy of me: I cannot be jealous, I do not absolutely know how long I was absent. I was not happy of course, but I sat in front of them and she avoided kissing him when I was there. What a politeness from her… Also, everybody asked me what happened and I said nothing. Everybody suspected: them, her, me. But I said to myself that by not admitting my crime, I opted for the strategy of the discreet guy, and that could make tilt the balance in my favor for a possible heterosexual report with Marie. Then we were there, her on Vincent’s knees and I with the girl of the Street-Fucking on my knees. We then went to speak in the room and as soon as Vincent did not look I put her a small spanking: she did not say protest and played the game, the perfect submission …

I met a girl who wore a mask of Nicolas Sarkozy, I kissed her unguardedly. I don’t know who it was then that doesn’t matter (and that risks to remain a mystery). Eloïse brought down her telephone in crappers by going to the toilet and I lost mine by wanting to help her. She tried to kiss me, I evaded her, (too much filled she didn’t smelt good) and she said “we are friends, right ?” You are too much intoxicated, girl. At the moment, I believe that a space-cake circulated but I didn’t taste it.

At about 2 am, I told to everybody to go out, that we met in the club. The Breton went to the bathroom and made a sign to tell me to come. I have taken her doggy style against the wall and it was the first time of my life that I heard (I even believed to dream) ” stop, stop, I am going to have an orgasm.
– Well… then?
– I don’t want to have an orgasm with you, it is too intimate”. Then, the condom fell ” it doesn’t matter continue without.
– Ah no no no, I don’t know where you dragged. “I made a squalid thing, I resumed the condom and have put it back in her vagina then we continued in missionary in the bathtub (it is not something I would do sober). Suddenly, the door waltzed, the Captain entered and photographed me at the heart of the action. I shall publish certainly on my FB (a little censored all the same) when I shall have finished my job with Pauline (the girl who takes me for an angel with whom I decided to wait for 10 dates) and that the bellows will have a little fallen again. She is so VBT this photo.

So here we were, I noticed with dismay the mess that it was in the staircase. The girl of the street fucking, the coach and the captain made every effort to make people leave but my neighbor in pajamas prevented everybody from going out because he had called the cops. My party had turned in a disturbance of the peace at night and this band of sheeps waited wisely for the punishment… it was necessary to reframe them “Oh, seriously, do not miss to him some respect but leave. And you, you have never been a young person whom you piss us off ? OK, it is once a year and it is finished then go back in your bed”. As a result, the cops had nothing more to notice because my roommate and I had prepared our defense “yeah, it has been three days since we didn’t go out and we drink heavily, we were only both of us.”

In brief, in the club, the girl of the street-fucking put hooks to me above (I have already fucked with her thus that didn’t matters. But Morgane came to speak to me “you dance with me?
– I am empty” (by showing her my glass). I had not desire to complicate things by gaming her there, it was 3 am but I had the impression that it was 5 am. Morgane, didn’t stopped touching me, coming to speak to me, and now she added me on Fb and gave me her number directly “I don’t like FB, send a short SMS”. Too many IOI kill the IOI (I don’t give you all the details).

I stayed with the girl of the street fucking and we spoke, while I watched the captain kissing a 35-year-old woman by approaching her as follows “you like men with a moustache? “. Beautiful. She is really top the girl of the street fucking, because while we ate French fries in front of the club, Pauline the working girl passed in the street then I asked her “hey there is a girl with whom I sleep, does it bothers you if I say hello ?
– No go for it” so I kissed Pauline in front of her and everything and she did not say a word. To reward her, we went to my place and had sex. Then, the next day, she almost cleaned everything (finally we helped her but that lasted something like 5 hours). We rocked 200 balloons through the window, it was magnificent. We erased tags in the apartment, it sucks. We noticed thefts. In brief, everybody lived this evening in his way, I think. It was my version of it but I certainly forgot full of things VBT. Having said that, I arrive every year at the same conclusion there: to appreciate completely a party, needs to do not be too much involved (responsibility, organization, etc.) – in this case, I was too stressed. Then, when someone colored me hair in yellow, it was the pompom and I went off the rails. Btw, needs that I tell you the party of last year and the year before.

To conclude: it was a successful party even if that could have been 10 times better: I know that the coach fucked, I know that Yannick fucked, I know that Valentine and Marina fucked (with them then necessarily), I know that I fucked the Breton and the girl of the street-fucking, I know that the mytho (almost) fucked, I know the other girl (almost) fucked, I know that Eloïse fucked with a handsome buddy of the coach and I forget others certainly. Marie and Charlotte made nothing on the other hand, Marie came back home directly after the party (tired) and Charlotte was in the club with us. It will be for another time, I hope. I am yet in negotiation with Marie to go in her car (which was not baptized yet) stop in a dark corner and… have a drink:)

May the God of the Game be with you !

22th February 2013,

Yesterday’s night can be divided in two phases. Both parts more mythical the one than the other. I am going to tell you everything in order chronological.

I ) Date with Pauline (the blonde from Adopte) to eat together. I brought her in a burger bar just to see if she is a snob or if she just looks like a haughty girl. In my opinion, she is the kind of working  girl who sucks without undoing her bun and keeping her glasses. That makes me a lot of effect. To the restaurant, she seemed comfortable: it was cool, the discussion derived slowly and she suggested herself coming “to see my cat”. OK, if it wasn’t obvious, she wanted to come to my place. But, during a previous date, she had challenged me ” I shall not come to your place before the 10th date.
– Ah well, it’s OK for me because I never sleep before the 11th date.
– You will not can wait.
– Bah if you say that, it is that you don’t know me well.
– I could do what I want, you will resist?
– Yeah.” Then here we are, it is a challenge for me… Spending at least 10 dates before sleeping with her: it will establish a psychic connection and I will see if sex is better when we enjoy a deep relation. As a result, once at home, I turned her on and everything and the Coach of Marseille rang at the door so I decided to kick her out.

 

II ) The Coach is my buddy who is a coach in seduction in Marseille (I met him in the medical party of December (I have already spoken about him several times (fuck needs that I stop putting brackets in the brackets (that becomes difficult to follow)))). It was nice nights then here we are, we became so to speak “occasional wingmen”.

Yesterday evening, I had duly won places for the “Champagne Showers” (in fact I got on with the guy who works in the club : the buddy of the girl of ice cubes then I made 15 000 invitations on his FB event and he gave me free entries) in one of the clubs the best the esteemed in the city center. Then here we are, I was on the guest-list and it is so class. The thing is that the club is rather small and, without lying had there at least 600 people. It was highly full (one hour to put his jacket in the changing room it’s boring) …

The Coach had a T-shirt “I <3 doggy style” then I was jealous but he promised me that for my birthday of Saturday, he would give me one ” I <3 cyprine “. Phew.

I chose to invite the Coach because he is the only guy about whom I knew that he would follow me in the frenzy which I had planned. There are others certainly who would have assumed what I proposed to him but I was not 100%sure that they would not flinch. The idea: a crash&burn. The principle: we attack groups of girls by telling them not more but not less than “would you like to kiss me?” In brief, we forget all about the phase of attraction and comfort and we use the confidence conveyed by the pushy attitude to have our way. Our best trump cards : maintain the eye contact, the touch, and the formulation of the question. Many people answered us “no I have a boyfriend ” then we changed at a given moment we tested “are you single = > YES (ladder of yes) = > would you like to kiss me?”. But well that filled up me because it was too much complicated and then I said to myself that I had  no desire to kiss only single women.

We had difficulty starting because we were pushed aside in all directions, by children moreover. I didn’t drink so I was deprived of superpowers … I even missed an IA. An IA is what I call an invitation to the approach : in this particular case, a girl whispered something in the ear of her friend and she returned, agreed then the first one came dancing against me. So : she asked for confirmation to her friend to know if I was cute enough for her because she liked me. I did nothing. She was correct… Shame on me.

I believe that we had to really begin to play at around 2 o’clock (the club was full and the spirits began to warm up. At the beginning, I began because I did not feel the Coach convinced by my idea.

1) A group of 3 passed in front of me and I asked the first one “no”, I asked the second: she looked at me like if she did not understand (she couldn’t believe her eared) then threw herself on my mouth like if she had not eaten for 6 months (nevertheless she was not ugly : tall blonde, thin with a head of doll but a little bit stupid face because of drugs needs to say it). She kissed me everywhere in the neck and on the trunk and bent, I even believed that she was going to suck me on the dancefloor. That was VBT. I left her after 10 minutes of pleasure (because it was all the same pleasant). On the other hand, we did not see her again in the club, she probably got banged in a car or against the fountain behind the club. I didn’t care: I played to a very funny game.

2) I have kissed another one but impossible to remember her. Nevertheless I force my memory now, no offend for her. What I remember is just that the score was 2-1 when we positioned in the main corridor. (Moreover, Coach, when you will read that, if you can share  your memories concerning her, it would be very cool, and I shall re-post behind. Kiss kiss.)

3) In the corridor, we put ourselves in ambush: like that we could ask every girl who passed. In brief, thanks to the stopping-off place: we did not even need to move and ewes had just thrown themselves into the mouth of wolves. At the moment one not bad rose to the bait. I asked her and she told me “go for it”: a short-term kiss then she passed.

4) The girl of ice cubes (cf. in January) passed there: kiss express, I didn’t even finish my sentence. And by the way, she has me re-added me on FB this morning, thus it is cool and she is cute (a lot of boy would break a leg to be kissed by a girl like her but I feel something is wrong with her… but it’s cool to play with her all the same).

5) Her best friend, brown hair, not tall not short, accompanied her and she convinced  her “go ahead you can kiss him too”. Friendship is beautiful.

6) At one moment, a chick came and told me “if you help me to find my friend, I kiss you”. I do not like these little games then I said yes but I did not move. She left on her way then returned and there I handcuffed her by surprise. Yes I had a walk with a pair of handcuffs in plastics “you stay with me.
– (laughing) OK.
– you wanted to negotiate with a gangster then assume now, normally it is: half before the delivery, half later.
– OK.
– thus we kissed without the tongue before and with later.” Smack like young people of schoolboy. I found her friend, her ex came bullshiting me and we almost fought. I sat her free just in time before he punched me. Seriously I don’t care about this girl, so they solve their problems between them, I am not a therapist for couples who broke up. Poor France!

7) As a result, her friend who we looked for, a tall one : I asked her “just to be sure” and she rushed on me. The girl of the handcuffs came back (she had apparently got rid of her pot of glue) and threw to me “too bad for you, I do not give second chances”. I don’t care, darling.

8) I arrived at the table of the organizer of the evening (which was a success): the a little bit fat waiter with a head of teddy bear. There was his buddy, the girl of the ice cubes (FDG) and other one of his female friends. They kissed each other (three of them), the principle is cool, they explained to me (we do it because we consider were are of the same family). Moreover, the waiter has also smacked me, well, it was funny in the party and everything then he is nice this guy.
– FDG: are you part of the family or not?
– Cyprineman: when we are of the same family, we bath together, no?
– FDG: Yes.
– Cyprineman: Then yes.” Thus we kissed with 4 mouths.

9) I also kissed a beurette [A young Frenchwoman of north-African origins] (pretty) who danced with her friend. The groups of two are my favourites.

10 and 11) Next to the bar I fell on two 17-year-old high school student SO FRESH : thin, attractive with blue eyes and all the fuss. In fact it was a group of three but I have just kissed two of them. One quickly but the other one stuck me: ” how old are you, what’s your name, etc.”. In brief, an interrogation according to the rule book and I don’t like that then I answered some shit. She told me “wait I am going to order a drink” and I left as soon as she had turned the back.

At this moment, (at about 4 am) we had approached more or less all the girls in the club, except the VIP area. We tried to go there 2-3 times but no way. In any case, it is knackered the VIP area, the very fresh girls go there like they want and we are refused because we have hairs in the snout but not full money pockets, it is a shame. I want to rebel against the system. Then as a result, we attacked them by side, we turned around the VIP area and we spoke to the girls who were against the windows of edges. Like if we besieged a castle-fort.

12) One put us in competition : she asked us to turn around to see our backs and butts, and to dance. I don’t like dancing then I told her that I would not do everything she wants, that she had only mouth and nothing in the string and everything, and that I had no time to lose. As a consequence, she asked for more explanations: we have lied as usual, we told her that “the one who will lose has to do a striptease on Saturday” then she gave me a lot of advice to win lol. Then, she pushed her tongue in my mouth and gave me a kiss of great distinction. This girl was apparently older than us, I would say 27 or 28 years. Then, I can make a mistake but… I already doggystyled some thirty-year old women, and they excite me, thus I want to believe it. The most mature women, fresh young girls and the chicks of our age: I believe that they all have something which excites me.

Then here we are, we have kissed 17 girls together. We didn’t make of doubles, even if we have a doubt on one but apparently the account is good. I think that we had approached hundred girls so approximately 20 % of success with this technique. We kissed 10 % of the club (more by counting only the fresh girls). Good job, bro.

We took some mythical rakes also. A lot of simple “no”. Some “no thank you but it is nice to ask”. One ran after me in the club telling me “but are cute you know but I can’t :(“. Two gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then needs to say that we were going to ask it to the same girls thus “no + neither” and others “no + you even less”. Girls who felt that you give them a little power and who feel like the masters of the world. IE floozies not funny who want to hurt too confident guys. Sometimes we approached circles, we asked them and we crossed and we continued. The girls were laughing out loud. Also “no, it would be too easy!
– Bah for you too it would be too easy.” We had a lot a lot of “I have a boyfriend” others “you have already asked me” and even one “you have already asked me three times”. Seriously I realize that I have a shameful memory. I can remember the street and the number where lives the girl of the ice cubes while she told it to me only once but not at all the things maybe more vital like going to school, feeding the cat or paying my invoices. Alors, I guess, some thought we were joking.

Then here we are, I made out with 12 but I can count only 11 because the girl of ice cubes (who moreover redid me the thing with the ice cubes) was already checked. Next stage: a blowjob, I lick her pussy, and a hard doggy style of 30 minutes virgin bitches like her deserve.

At the end, we approached a last girl together. She did not want to kiss because she “had already kissed a guy tonight and that would stand out badly (like if everybody was eying her)” then she asked us why she should kiss us “I do not kiss without reason” then without consulting the other one we murmured to her ear at the same time “because people say I am a good kisser”. I believe that we are a little bit connected, finally it was beautiful lol. I left by grumbling that she was not funny and the Coach continued to try to pick her up, he took her number. Well done, bro, even if I doubt that you will screw her according to her state of mind of shit full of principles submitted to the social pressure.

When I told the party to Padawan, he told me that 12 it was not a lot all the same that I would have been able to do better. He really has to go out more often because he doesn’t realize I think how the field is difficult (not a real club in this fucking city, little places, 70% of men, etc.) and then the fucking mentality submitted to the social pressure of those people who go out to be seen rather than to have fun. In other words, Aix, it is really hard as a field, especially when you have no cash. But it is cool to train here, that really makes you become good.

 

III ) Otherwise, it’s done, I found an internship. Just a step from at my place moreover, in the Allées Provençales in one of the biggest French groups of chartered accountancy. I am going to work for the boss who has a partnership with the implementation of the metropolis of Aix-Marseille and I am going to make full of relations, to have certainly a good grade at my UE7 because the mission which they proposed to me is original and important. We promised me bonuses and summer job. I am satisfied, very relieved especially. On the other hand,  it sucks, my boss called me just now with a hidden number and I answered by saying “Ouaiyeee”. Seriously : I thought it was Hafid who wanted to go out. Big silence then… he laughed. Phew.

Who could think that a guy like me who likes very much bukkakes, who thinks that DSK was right to fuck a chambermaid and who has a lack of respect for everything which breathes (except cats) could find such a good job? I am going to try not to arrive too much late in the morning, because I don’t like justifying myself (“ouaiiiiis had traffic jams on foot”), I hope that I shall not work on Saturdays, that the secretaries (who are fresh and young, seriously, it is not Raymonde from Carrouf, it is rather Paris Hilton) practice the blowjob during the hours of break. In return, I promises to leave their intact bun and to do not come on their glasses. There will be also, I hope, a head of Turkish to take care of and a distributor of vodka in the hall. I know that in the United States, we can sometimes come working in flip-flops then because it is soon the return of beautiful hot weather in the daytime I would like to put myself barefoot on my desk. I dunno how to formulate my request. Then here we are, I took my time but at least I found an internship where the distributor do not proposes only coffee and bottles of water and moreover, the policy on the sexual harassment is not very strict. Because I am Cyprineman (and I am proud of it, that’s the worst thing).

May the God of the Game be with you !

18th February 2013,

Very Bad Trip night yesterday. This is for living such crazy adventures that I am a player, I guess… Flashback !

Everything started with a battle of pokes on FB during several weeks, then this chick who smells sex sent me « we send poke all life long or we meet ? ». She sent her phone number, then we talked about more sexual things. She has a strong personality, her eyes can open your « fly » and especially she sends me naked photos of her for a week. Well, needs to say that I a little pushed her but she was not against. I negotiated her coming in my humble bachelor pad on Saturday, to celebrate with dignity my birthday. I had not warned her that there would be only she and I.

By arriving at about 9 pm (First real meeting) she said « My father told me: my daughter have fun! But do not leave any proof. » I wondered if she was going to kill me later or whatever but well … I’m just a man, the call of the pussy is powerful and she began to serve the téquila (she took me by the feelings). We made shooters in cups except that mine was twice as big as her. Salt, lemon… one, two, three.

Then I switched off the light and the computer crashed. We were suddenly plunged into the darkness. She made me shooters like in projects X by asking me to lick her neck, to put some salt there and to lick her then to drink the shot and come taking the lemon in her mouth. Kissclose. She did the same on me.

Then, she did not stop making me drink shots so that my tongue came on her… in particular on the stomach and everything. I was not necessarily against so I did it. I drank 7 or 8 in one hour and she had drink only something like 3 or 4. She swindled me, I felt it but well I didn’t care. I was excited, I started to undress. I didn’t controlled myself anymore, I was an animal, I became more and more sexual…

I have not too much memories from this moment, I know that I wrote messages to the captain with a lot of spelling mistakes. « You did no screw her yet?
Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn » or something like this… I saw fuzzy there, everything turned. My vision became strange, like moved towards the right. She led me in my bedroom, and gave me a handjob while everything turned. Then, I fucked her. I remained a moment lengthened on the bed then I pretended to go drinking water to the faucet and I took advantage of it to vomit discreetly. A long time since last time I did. « Done : I fucked her and I vomited.
– Fucking wreck » sent me the captain. It was approximately midnight.

She refused to suck my dick by pleading that it was necessary to keep new ideas for the next week. Cool except that I do not plan to fuck her again: I have two or three fresh targets in my party and I hate blackmail thus I am going to punish her. If she had sucked me like a queen, in this case, yes, we would probably have done it again!

I lengthened on the bed one moment, then she started another handjob and I fucked her again. I got up to really fetch to drink and I didn’t understand what happened: it was already 5 am. We had slept well but frankly I had got nothing. I had a message missed from Pauline the posh working girl who had sent me her good night and who moreover was hurt today that I did not answer to her. And Beautiful Name wished me happy birthday at midnight sharp I believe. Any hope is not thus lost with her even if I have the cock on fire then at the moment I don’t care.

Text messages with the captain :
« Some news ?
– I am drnuk With a girl Who want to keep shirt
– What ?
– H am totrtly hgkh
– You are high ?
– yse Yes H will destrnoy hre
– Not sure
– Promise I will vomite ifit contuene
– You did not fuck her yet ?
– Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
– Lol ok I think it will take a while (23pm22)
– I just banged her and vomited (00am06)
– Lol you’re a wreck
– Lol I will vomite again
– She is hot ? (00am11)
– Yes (05am05) »

She slept at my place and we fucked again this morning. That crazy psycho wanted to finish the tequila for breakfast, I refused (1/8 of the bottle). She is really crazy, a furious Italian mixed with a Corsican or I do not know what. Her father looks rich, I know that they own several buildings in Aix. In brief, she contacted me again in the afternoon, thus she had probably appreciate the sex. Her little pussy was comfortable by the way, really wet, even if I thought at times of other girls by taking her. It is human… Or it is the alcohol.

The bottle line is that she got me drunk to be sure to enjoy my dick. She probably had not enough confidence to have sex with a stranger without alcohol in the blood. Not good for her.

May the God of the Game be with you !

17th February 2013,

I just blow into town because I am very busy tonight. OK, so, concerning Beautiful Name I sent « In fact, I want to kiss you again and again and again so your Friendly Relationship, you can forget it. Her answer « Ah… ». Now, I freeze her out, she pissed me off. I let her the time to think. We will see if she is smart.

Well, this afternoon, I decided to go out and walk during one hour because I was tired, don’t wanna spend the day in front of the computer, and I had an idea : what if I contacted Pauline the blond working girl, my Adopte date of yesterday ? I sent « Are you waiting that I send the first post-date message ? » Getting some fresh air gives good ideas. We talked and she said she was in town. Another drink, we discussed and we even got that we were in class together during 1 year but she had a boyfriend. I probably noticed her but… nothing more. In brief, we talked about gender relations, we made fun of each other, she is always ready for a laugh and quick to respond and our body languages synchronized. I caressed her feet under the table like the day before and it looked like she didn’t mind.

On our way, passage in front of my apartment whereas she returned to her car. I was walking fast without saying goodbye to her and she came to me. She was waiting something so I said « handshake ? » She said yes and I kept her hand in mine whereas I came closer and kissed her… she moved back a little but not too much: I smacked her and then she kissed me back. After these two kisses, silence and I said « embarrassing, right ?
– No, it’s OK. » She left with the smile and I admired her butt.

So that’s crazy, even if they drop-dead want to kiss, they feel better with making a little resistance. Is it a way to test the confidence of the guy ? Did I forced her and was wrong ? Or, they are simply complicated and no needs to try too much to understand them ? I vote for the answer A. I had to kiss her, what would I have looked like otherwise? Who does not kiss at the second date is a gay man, at the third is a lost cause.

End of the date : 9:30 pm, perfect timing because I have a girl of FB, I have never seen her but she sends me naked  pictures (in all the positions) she said she will come visiting me and drink shots of tequila (and probably fuck). So here I am, waiting for her : Plans like that, I never know if it smells good or not … I will tell you tomorrow if it was an « epic fail » or an « epic win ».

In any case, Pauline made me feel happy. I like her and, I guess we can say she is my cutie birthday present (the one of the naked pics worth it too). And I have to say, Beautiful Name and Marie my Open Relationship pissed me off so I have to bang someone.

Marie, my ex-lovely darling, wanted to talk this afternoon. It’s true that I promised her we will meet without fucking, but I can’t be everywhere. Now, she is hurt and sent me a « I hate you ». It’s OKAY, I am immunized.

Kiss, family. May the God of the Game be with you !

16th February 2013,

It is a little the shit for me now because I have three good nights to tell … I am not up to date in my diary then I am going to try to resume everything in order chronological to forget nothing (I have not a good memory).

Tuesday, February 12th : A bar and a student association had organized a speed-dating at about 9:30 pm on the occasion of the Valentine’s Day.  Seriously, it was very funny, some PUA buddies were there: the Coach of Marseille and one of his friend who also game, Hafid and the president of the Student Union of the faculty of literature. A girl I know well, this president, because I have poked her and since that day she enjoys my texts on Facebook. Then, we got on every time we crossed in the parties. So, I have not the desire to screw her but she is very nice and enjoys an important social position, it is thus a relation after which I look (in my way). And no, I do not poke only girls whom I want to fuck : I do it fast and I sort out then among those who answer.

The decoration: 20 girls sat behind tables, the boys changing tables at every echo of bell. Except for the players I know, the other guys made me the impression to be a beautiful band of losers. Big geeks asexual and desperate as it teems with it on the forums of seduction. I enjoyed moreover pissing off the one who turned clockwise, behind me. At a given moment I even stuck a chewing gum on the chair by leaving. To return to the subject: the problem is that the private meetings did not last for a long time, seriously  : not even three minutes. Otherwise, I am rather proud to have avoided all the boring questions (what do you do for a living ? etc.).

In the order: the president of the BDE, a Chinese Brazilian (no matter the age, the race or the social rank of the target, the game always works) Then I was entitled to a brochette of three girls who I had poked but who had ignored me by taking me I quote “for a psychopath who poke all Aix”. Except that I had realized it: when you approach a lot you do not remember who you approached but the girls remember you especially if you are scandalous … Finally in brief the first one was cold with me then I was cold with her (lex talionis)… The second was very nice, without joking, she even poked me again the next day … With the third I installed a frame of authority “we are going to play a game : we avoid pronouncing the word poke”, that passed well. I was then entitled to 2 or 3 foreigners, Brazilians and German … There is moreover one that I convinced to come to my party of the 23. I fell at a given moment on the lean but cute girl whom Hafid had kiss last Friday but I had not recognized her over the moment (the Coach of Marseille screwed her later thanks to this student Speed-Dating). Then sausages galore and I ended with a beauty who I had also poked : apparently we had exchanged messages but I had no memory of it, needs to say that I do it automatically and that I copy a lot otherwise I don’t get out of it… I placed all the same two or three cult line like saying “Well, this tonight, I am opened to any proposals”. At the end, I lost the paper on which I had noted the FB I had taken, well, I left a note on the wall of the event « nice night »… this way they can find me if they want orgasms.

Then, the evening really started. A completely crazy chick named Pauline came to talk to me: are you Cyprineman (that’s my name on FB) ? She had recognized me from my texts and everything and she had even my “spotted” registered on her phone because that had made her have a good laugh. It is a little that the beginning of the celebrity I guess …

Bonsoir à toi mon amour, (I do not translate because it is a poem)
Fille non levrettée à ce jour,
Je rejoins la longue liste non-virile des mecs pédés,
Lâches et mous qui publient sur Spotted afin de te bourrer.
Toi, ma petite chérie avec ta mèche coiffée au foutre,
Je t’ai traitée de pute parce que faut que je te poutre,
Mon rôle d’homme je n’assume pas, je me cache comme une petite fiotte afin de t’écrire ceci :
Je kiffe ton cul, tes seins et ta bouche de suceuse. J’suis pas une tafiole au fond, youpi!
Mais ça tu le sais déjà… c’est pas la peine que je joue au poète de mes couilles,
Alors au lieu d’écrire un texte de poète refoulé qui cache sa nouille,
J’espère que tous les mecs qui ont posté sur cette page mourront puceaux,
Et que la prochaine génération de mecs retrouvera ses burnes. Oh!
J’vais retrouver ma dignité en allant aux putes,
Signé : un poète sodomite (un crétin efféminé) qui veut que tu joues de sa flûte!

An easy shot will you tell me? Except that this Crazy Pauline and her Red-haired friend kissed 2 or 3 other guys in the evening thus not so easy … At a given moment, a game : two people Boy / girls had a card and you have to find who has the same card. She told me “if you find the same than I, I kiss you”. I did not really look for because to tell the truth, my real target of the evening just turned up with her best friend, as hot as her btw.

Beautiful Name is a girl I like, just my kind in fact, tall brunette with green eyes and baby’s head. Nice cutie who I have poked and then we talk a lot on FB and then text msg and everything and we agreed to meet this evening, in this bar. Her best friend admitted to me that Beautiful Name dreaded our meeting … Then I played the guy who also dreaded, but by remaining teasing and sexual without too much! Subtle, me ? Never.

In brief, good evening, no kiss but I returned with Crazy Pauline (the crazy who is a fan of my « spotted »). We walked in the street and everything and then she did not stop giving me kisses on the cheek with her purple lipstick, I had even a big track which she photographed. At the moment I turned and I stole her a smack, for sport … I do not count it I did it just for the frenzy.

To finish, Hafid slept at my home. Needs to explain: Hafid ages badly, he becomes more and more crazy. At the moment, he rents a studio for 400€ to his landlord and later he sells it to travelers for 39€ per night. A good margin of monthly 200€ happens while keeping the apartment for some evenings. The rest of the time, he squats at too stupid too good budd, at his parents or in his car. There for example, he was obliged to sleep with me because his room was rented. I should ask a % on his trick, fuck, I am not an hostel. Especially that I am soon going to have a new roommate (the other one left to Australia, lucky guy). Well, Hafid fell asleep while I chated with Crazy Pauline on FB (because she added me by going back home = big Indicator of Interest).

Thus, I told you that I am soon going to have a new roommate (next week) who has a cat. I hope that he will not prevent me from fucking nor that he will not be too much shocked by my birthday party.

Wednesday, 13 : Awakening by Pauline of the day before, who discovered that we are almost neighbors. I let her come because she had promised to bring me a chocolate croissant. She is crazy, a real electric cell who says bullshit and run everywhere … but she pleased me: she woke Hafid by jumping on him. In brief, we flirted by SMS during a good moment and she returned me another friend of hers, Lolotte, enough fresh also and funny.  I kicked them out at around midday because I had to go to the dentist for a descaling. It is true, it is important to have beautiful white teeth to kiss Beautiful Name.

The evening of Wednesday, I spent it watching the Nouvelle Star replay because there is an Asian a little typified girl who looks like my ex, so I have the impression to have fucked her, and that creates links.

On Thursday, 14: date fixed in club with Beautiful Name. I told her by text message that the one who does not kiss in the 1st date is a gentleman but the one who does not kiss to the second, is a fag. She enough agreed with this idea then I asked her if we could consider this evening as a second date and she said yes. That smelt good thus.

In the afternoon I went shopping with Hafid for our birthday. We approached a girl in Plan de Campagne who looks rather happy to come to our birthday with 2 or 3 friends. I bought handcuffs in toy and I remember having attached her to our car. It was funny.

We made a before at Crazy Pauline, with Hafid and the Captain. I emptied a wine bottle and Lolotte was too kind and fun, she ceaselessly gave me to drink and everything and to eat. In return, I handcuffed her to the coffee table. We all moved in the club, masks party, had also the group of Germans there of the last week. In brief, I lost rather quickly everybody (and my handcuffs) in the club and I stayed with the captain who played the role of the mute. He likes those challenges: kissing girls by giving himself a handicap. At a given moment I confided him to a chick by asking her ” guard my cousin autistic 5 minutes please for example by dancing with him” and they kissed. Other anecdote: a girl threw herself on him by bawling ” YOU ARE ON ADOPTE YOUUUUU “. During this time I looked for my girl Beautiful Name sweetheart.

The girl Beautiful Name made me a thing not Catholic during the evening. At the beginning she was kind like kisses in the neck on the cheek and everything and then BAM she disappeared with her group of buddies and did not calculate me any more during a good hour… The captain bet me 10€ that I would not kiss her. Then what have I done? Beh, I tried to pick up other girls and there she came, telling me “yes, what is it blah blah blah “. In brief, the ant is not unselfish ! Then I lied saying that I already knew the girls in question, saying that they were friends of mine and everything and I took aside her to try to kiss her … and there she put me a miserable STOP “not in the club”. So I thought either of an excuse of shit to put myself a kind rake or whether there was eel under rock with another guy who she liked also present then I told her « beh let’s go out outside then (because going out inside it is difficult)” she was kind enough, we went out and everything, and there in the street we isolated and MAGIC she was allowed to kiss… then later, in the club, she re-kissed me it is just baffling then I asked her why and everything she told me « Beh for a first kiss in a club it doesn’t mean anything » ! At the time I thought that I had not signed for a doggy style and a kiss on the forehead but for a girl who wanted a couple. We decided to return at about 4 am with the captain because he worked the next day. I left without saying goodbye and she ran to me later to kiss me.

By going out I contacted another girl who I poke and who gave me her number and everything but every time I do not honor dates (I stood her up twice). There, when I went to buy my presale for the party in the bar she recognized me and came to speak to me. I noticed enthusiastically that she was sexy, I believed that she was not top according to her photos. Exchange of text messages later in the night :

« MOI : I was stone.
ELLE : stone of what ?
MOI : like elsewhere lol
ELLE ::p are your high ?! lol
MOI : a little bit. C U later if you want. Time I come back in my body.
ELLE : hahaha ok no soucy (I am just a little drunk me) :p
MOI : lucky you
ELLE : no needs to be obvious because I handle the changing rooms
MOI : lol come to the M***al
ELLE : no I have to stay until my bar closes but you can come you
MOI : yeah I will visite you
ELLE : ok I didn’t moved :p
MOI : I hope you didn’t plan to sleep early
ELLE : oh no if I have to I can’t not sleep of the night 😉
MOI : Well you know we sleep better in my bathroom
ELLE : yeah but your bed is maybe more comfortable
MOI : So you will negotiate it at 4am J
ELLe : haha ok
MOI : hahaha would it be better to let you sleep with your friend who snores ?
ELLE : none of my friends snore :p
MOI : lol don’t kill our Valentine’s excuse
ELLE : a no no I don’t kill it no worry :p
ELLE : btw 4am isn’t it late ? Meet me at à « club where I have been refused once since I am hurt » I will tell you when we are there
MOI : OKAY bb
ELLE : ok so I was there I don’t know why you didn’t come so I took a cab and sleep with my friend, good night c u soon !!! » She motivates me no more than that, I dunno there is not really a connection it can’t be explained, I hesitate to tell her that I moved in the North Pole.

In brief, the Valentine’s Day of the last year was more a success all the same. I shall tell you that another time.

Friday, 15 : date with a girl of Adopte in the afternoon (blond Pauline kind of working girl style). We caressed our feet in the bar at the end, we stayed something like 2 or 3h… She liked very much well me : I read it in the eyes and the physical language. I didn’t kiss her because she was distant at the time of saying goodbye and I retained certain lessons. Sometimes is better not to be thought of as a dead man of hunger, especially with thoses girls’ a little bit serious. Who « goes piano goes lontano » My slogan of the moment. And I believe that it is not so stupid with some. Needs that I qualify my game.

In the evening, I saw things really knackered. The evening was rotten, we returned to the club where there were the Swedish last week but nothing. It was boring to die except that there was 2-3 funny things all the same. I opened a girl by asking her “did you fart?” She was foreign and understood nothing … She absolutely wanted that I explain to her and everything she spoke to two-three cms of my face … instead of kissing her I told her that I was gay. I dunno why, I read it in The Game, I wanted to test. Bah, it was knackered but I leave at least with the pride to have made 30min of discussion to a not too bad girl by approaching her like that (who dares win).

Other news : I was released by one of my sexfriends, my preferred moreover, Marie who studies medicine. That broke my heart, to tell you everything. I quote « I am really sorry to answer only now. But it is because I thought for a long time about the answer which I was going to give you. I wondered what at the bottom of me I really wanted, and I believe that I would prefer that we remain just friends. You did absolutely nothing bad, and know that I really adored all the moments we shared, I felt very good with you but … Certain things there blocked me a little, and then I see good that it is not top for you to do with all my constraints of time, work … I am not very available. Once again I appreciate you a lot thus that would have pleased me to see you this weekend to discuss.. But I fear that if I spend the night with you I less feel at ease than usual and that does not take place as you would want it … It is my fault I know. And also my mother would not have appreciated I think that I do not see her on Friday knowing that on Saturdays she leaves with her friend for two weeks in Thailand and the fact that I have my periods… Know that it would hurt me that you never want to talk to me anymore because of that, if you want we can always meet to talk, if you do not want I shall understand. OK so, excuse me. » I had balls. I translate her message “It gets on my nerves that you do not want an official couple, now I found another guy who is then willing I prefer to give up everything with you and try with him because even if it is less good and even if I do not really know him, it is socially better admitted. In two weeks I shall not be with him anymore but well I am going to waste everything because of this FUCKING social pressure.”

Then, I fucked Precious Stone without condom, to let off steam. I abuse I feel dirty. In fact, I had difficulty in being hard, not eaten of the day and lack of excitement. Then she sucked me and there it came but here is to maintain it were needed at least good sensations then I gave in to the appeal of the vaginal abyss. Well, what reassures me it is that she told me « If you have something I kill you. I made the tests and I have not fuck since. Olalala what did I do?!” She felt very guilty and everything. Reassuring. Well, that tempts me to lay off all my sex friends and to start again in 0 with the empty testicles.

Small exchange with Crazy Pauline on FB, after the masks night :
– You kiss who you want no need to make me a report eh sir
– Well I admit . I kissed Lolotte then
– Good
– I guessed she liked me
– You guessed well
– well me too I like her a little but well I thought that she preferred my cousin (we tell to everybody that the Captain is my cousin and we wait that the fiction joins the reality)
– it’s OK you won’t complain ?!
– complaining about what?
– having kissed her
– lol . nope I was kidding . I didn’t kiss her , I lost her in the club . but now I know what I wanted to know

Saturday, 16 : the day before my birthday, I guess that I have just had my present early and it is ironic.

Beautiful Name : Hola how do you perceive the fact that we kissed each other on Thursday?
Moi : blablabla I cloud the issue. And you ?
Beau Prénom : I didn’t regret what happened on Thursday evening but I admit that I do not feel to be in a relationship with someone today for some reasons blablabla. I just look for friends.
Moi : okay I don’t wanna put you under pressure blablabla. I sexualize and tease her and tell her that she if don’t wanna kiss me anymore she just have to tell it.

Roughly : I screwed up, but I do not know how … Nor why. She maybe had the buyer’s remorse : she left happy and in one WE  with her parents she writes me some shit like that. That dreams up too much these small animals: why complicating what is simple ? The life is short even if we live in an overprotected society, we can die whenever or have some big annoy, then when there is a good moment to live, it is necessary to live it. It is in the movies of shit of romanticism that it makes a beautiful story when it is complicated and when we frustrate ourselves. But the life is not a movie MOTHERFUCKER. In brief, because of her state of mind, I believe that it is dead for me …

May the God of the Game be with us !

11th February 2013,

Well. Yesterday, poeple have obliged me to drink… again. I swear you, that becomes a habit, and a bad one. Late, arrival at the Breton’s at about 10:30 pm: we persuaded her that the captain is my cousin and she dared to comment « Ah it is him who took the good genes then ». I was in another world around midnight and I think of having acquired alcoholic’s great powers because I have been teleported in one of my favourite bars by the city center. Good !

Answered present Hafid and the captain. I saw Chacha at a table not far: Chacha it is a girl on whom I broke my teeth in December. I had kissed her and everything, then had warmed her at my place but she preferred to leave meanly rather than having orgasms. A last-minute Resistance that I had seen coming, and that I did not know how to handle… and finally a lose-lose scenario. Big deal.

In brief, I saw again her, and having practically had no contact since this story (except for dates which she had meanly flaked at the last moment) I invited her to come drinking with us. She was with a friend not that cute who is here to make her feel more pretty thus I shall not talk longer about the subject. All this to say that it moved me to see her again like that, so cold and distant after the connection and passion we had. With her small air which seemed to say ” you will never have me, you will even never know if I am a good in bed or a starfish “. I also vaguely remember having seen the Coach of Marseille and having treated a girl of “diary unicorn”. The mysteries of the drink… Well, balek, at around 2 o’clock we abandoned them and we went to the same club as the day before : The captain, no here the night before, really wanted to approach Swedish.

Unfortunately, no Swedish on the menu last night but we tasted two German instead. One to whom I had already spoken yesterday who had a tall friend and cuter friend than her. Well, two blond cuties. In brief, the short girl already liked me the day before but the tall one was not interested in Hafid, then all this played against us. Except that this time, the captain knew how to catch her attention. They spoke a moment then the captain came to me “One thousand scubbles, she doesn’t stop talking about her boyfriend.
– But you want her or not ?
Yeah, she is OK (the captain is strangely very demanding for a guy who did not have sex since August… He probably tries to justify his abstinence by superior aspiration but it is bullshits)» Then I came to his girl and told her “You know french kiss?
– What (said with a very cute accent)?
– You know frenchkiss?
– Yes (said with a very cute accent)” and I pushed her on the Captain. They looked in the eyes a few seconds and kiss kiss. I made the dance of the victory around them!!! Then, I turned mine on in a dark corner. I dunno what I have with the foreigners but I like them. They always make me a lot of effect even if I rarely arrive to something with them!

From this moment, the evening became totally BNS (big nonsense). I swear, I saw not Catholics things :
– I saw Youyou, the fat guy of yesterday, taking two or three rakes by the same girl but always trying again then complaining that it does not work! He wanted that I compromise with him, the coward I meanly gave him up pleading to have to practise a cleaning oral according to the rule book. I have to take care of the relations between France and Germany.
– Hafid cleaned himself the nose and took out two very yucky pieces. I also saw the Captain making faces, imitating Führer in front of the German and everything. He is very funny this guy. A girl had looked at me in the eyes and diverted her trajectory until striking me supposedly casually … “Approach invitation” will you say, except that I laughed. She took it badly. Seriously, I’m fed up of their girls’ manners who do not assume they want to fuck. I don’t see why I would make efforts while they content with being totally passive.
– At the moment, I dunno why, the Breton stuck me to the wall. In fact, she was up against the wall and I back to her and we spoke to each other by turning the head. Except that at the moment I too much turned to tell her I-don’t-know-which-unhealthy-thing in the ear and she kissed me. I saw nothing coming, but I was drunk then I have kissed her back and I ran away by pretending to complain. It was nevertheless not so unpleasant but… quite legendary scene.
– I also explained to my German that we had to drink a tea naked at my home with her friend and the captain but it was not possible. In brief, not grave, they say that they will come to my birthday the 23. Having said that, I hope to fuck mine in the meantime (2 weeks it’s more than enough).
– In the kind funny scene, the Breton proposed her mouth towards Mytho, a buddy of Hafid (he adores making friend-friend with misfits) and she approached like to kiss him but she turned away at the last moment. I laughed. Really needs that I speak about Mytho because I have not did it yet (I just saw him 2 or 3 times in my life)… In fact, his girl is a model in Paris, from a rich family but we have never seen her, and she has not Facebook. His brother is the dealer of Orelsan, and so he knows him personally, but are no photos. Moreover he knows a lot of celebrities (but has no photos), lived a lot of adventures (but no photos), all the girls try to pick him up but he does not want of them, they are not well enough for him (but they do not remember him). And more…
– Then, we went to the smoking corner. We saw there the Breton approaching a guy. I sat on her knees and the captain next to her. And we splendidly screwed her luck: I licked her the arm by going in the neck up to her ear in front of the eyes of the guy, stunned. She said nothing. I then kissed her tits whereas the captain took them in his hands (through her T-shirt all the same). I dunno, the guy did not understand anything, and that amused us. Then we made fun of her and everything. It was funny. Hafid immortalized the scene.

The club closed. A waitress said “si vous auriez l’obligeance de sortir”. Not one not two that the captain answered “aviez”. He approached her and it was funny. She tried to justify herself and everything but no way, you don’t know how to speak, girl. It is moreover certainly why you are 25-year-old waitress. They make me laugh these idiots, people try to pick them up all night long so they feel powerful but seriously… The waitresses and the waiters, it is the same thing, passed certain age that is not glorious.

We also saw guys trying heavily to steal our girls. By leaving I put a hand in the bottom to the Breton and she touched my cock (through my pants).  We went out and she was approached by a ugly blond. English, I believe : “you return with me?” Told with an accent of shit in front of the club. “Yes”. She left with him… I did not believe it. Then, 5mn later realized her mistake and called us for help. We are too nice, we saved her.

I forget certainly things because of alcohol (I several times remember having said “fuck it’s a pity I will not remember it tomorrow”) but well. The main part is here. Kiss.

May the God of the Game be with you.