Category: Diary of a French PUA

November 10th 2013,

Yesterday night, it was rather cool, I did a technical game. IE I transformed a not interested girl in interested girl. We are obliged to do like that now, anyway, because there are few feminine resources here. Clubs are tiny and the ratios M/W clearly in our disadvantage.

End of the training at about 7 pm on the rhythm of “banana way“. I settled comfortably on my bed to read Astérix chez les pictes (for the birthday of my brother, I bought him the last Astérix, and I wanted to read it before offering it to him). As a result, I hadn’t slept and I was exhausted when Padawan came picking me up at about 11 pm. We a little warmed by jabbering very hot Ukrainian girls who tried to pick me up on their social network VK (we also watched their photos: they are almost all naked on at least two or three photos: there is no fucking chaste censorship over there… awesome). It is in this state of mind between envy of fucking hotties and disappointment in front of a French fauna of mediocre quality that we went hunting.

Little walk in the street of the bars, there was more people than these last two days. It is cool. The ratio was not brilliant all the same but… we said to ourselves that there would be maybe something to do! We have met Hafid who was going to join a girl to fuck her in a hotel while he has a flat. Well, I do not any more try to understand him for a long time, he always does weird things.

Like good PUA, we refuse to pay whatever, so we went to a small club which entry is free before 1 am. It was empty: we settled comfortably in an armchair until people come. One hour later, the atmosphere began to warm. Well, it was still a shitty ratio but at least there were a lot of people. And so was born Fabricio Juliano. The famous Spanish from Mexico City, downright shamelessness and possessing no tact, who has the boiling warm blood and who speaks to all the girls because “it is this way that we party in my country”. “You don’t know the true fiesta en Francia.” A great deal of energy was necessary to play this character, but at the same time it is a pleasure to interpret him, I shall do it again…

The first one I approached, a beautiful Dutch girl, was not really interested. But I am stubborn. She used two or three shitty excuses like “I do not know if I like you” or “there are friends here who like me then I do not want to hurt them” or ” there is a guy here that I like then I don’t want to kiss you in front of him”. I told her that “you are guapa I like you mucho”, and “look at mis ojos” : and so I subjected her with the glance while making rise the sexual tension (besides penetrating into her with the mirror of my soul, my hands fiddled with her body.) The one who refused my kisses five minutes earlier kissed me now on her own. And then we continued to speak a little before I left with a wonderful “well, one last kiss for the road.” Kiss again.

Padawan, this kind of Apollon, was approached among others by a Corsican girl. But she was not cute, then he refused her (in fact he told her that he was an American who understand nothing in order to do not dance with her). A girl who didn’t deserve us, as an alpha, we refame her to encourage her to make efforts. I like this state of mind, it is the one every alpha guy should try to reach, instead of acting like people dead of hunger. For my part, I have made fun of her by telling her that she was an hypocrite, a not sexual girl, etc. In other words, Fabricio Juliano was a pain in the ass… but he wasn’t wrong. A girl said to me “it is you who poke all my friends on FB? You are going to stop now!!!
– I do lo que quiro and go fuck tu madre.” I did absolutely not remember her but well she did remember me, it is funny. Nothing else interesting in her life ?

Before leaving, I asked my Dutch girl “I leave the fiesta, do you want to come over ? ” She said no. I was sure but I did it to be really sure (no regret). She opened big eyes like if I was an extraterrestrial, while I just did what every guy with testicles should do. She gave me her Facebook “you know if we meet again it is cool if not no problema”. I planned to create a Spanish Facebook for my character but that is going to be complicated to manage and so will piss me off quickly. As a result, I am going to add her with my French FB, we shall see how she will react (she is probably not going to assume and even to don’t accept me).

And so we had a lot of fun. We did laugh a lot. Fabricio Juliano allowed me to openly criticize the French and their fucking sexual life and to say it to them in face to face. They did not even deny. In brief, the spirit of Barney lived in us.

By going out, Padawan said to the Corsican “in fact we are both French”. She opened big eyes… I said “goodbye” without accent. It killed her.

This morning I received a mail from the girl who flaked me on Wednesday. She apologized (the worst excuse of the world “I was in Aix but my telephone had low battery and I had not your exact address”) and wants a second chance. What game is playing that silly bitch ? No way.

Good bye, los amigos. May the God of the Game be with you !

November 9th 2013,

Monday. On Monday, I had my last oral for my diploma. During my presentation, the jury went through my report, then they improvised shitty questions on the 3-4 first pages (the document has more than 100 pages) before concluding by “that looks very complex, this work, we really have a doubt, we do not know if it is really you who did it”. Here is how an incompetent jury which did not read the report (while it is its JOB) for which you worked hard during several months is going to make you fail. And it is true within one hour, because they are idiots. How to continue to have some respect for the Department of Education in France after that ? Needs to specify here that it was a study on the new tax system in the metropolis Aix-Marseille which concludes that it is necessary to reorganize the region to make it more competitive, and that the MEDEF contacted me via my internship supervisor to use this document in the discussions at the senate. They even made me meet some experts to polish it up… Then, yeah, I am more or less sure that it deserved 15/20. As a result, I didn’t appreciate being dealt as a child who would have copied his work from Wikipedia and to whom we speak as to a moron. Either it was a political operation led by anti-metropolises (the vice-chancellorship and the city hall of Aix), or the examiners were simply released by the subject, or I am paranoid and completely stupid but I do not realize it. In three cases, I will be fucked, I can feel it. In brief, with the recent aggression, that makes a little bit too much and my morale comes down in my socks.

Tuesday. On Tuesday, I was so much irritated by Monday that I didn’t move from my parents. I just started a new ebook project about the body language.

Wednesday. On Wednesday, I finally left the family cocoon in which I camped during more than a month for my revisions. Come back in Aix : DATE planned at home between 6 and 7pm with a girl from Adopte who I allegedly had to screw. As a result: at 8 pm, still nobody there. At the time of today, she sent me neither message of excuse nor anything while she is connected on FB… I deduct that it is the law of the series. At the moment, I really have no luck, I only fall on negative people. Well, when the guy waits for the girl at his home and when he can attend to his activities, I don’t see the interest to stand him up to piss him off… or then she simply chicken out at the idea of being taken wildly ?! This kind of girl is totally useless, I have already granted her more time than she deserves, let’s not speak about it anymore. Well, I was very tired and all this lousy stories screwed my modjo a little. Then I went in my bed and slept during 14 hours.

Thursday. On Thursday, big day. First of all, Hafid turned unexpectedly up at home. We went to the faculty of literature: I approached 7-8 girls by telling them, grosso-modo, that they interested me and I suggested them going in a date. Because I did not fall on a single willing girl, I answered them all “you do not know what you miss”. It was not a question of ego, just that I was irritated by the succession of the failures. Why have I to go to a great deal of trouble “to deserve the right” to give some pleasure to a girl (especially that sometimes, needs to speak sincerely, I sell myself off) ?! Fuck this fucking logic.

Padawan then convinced me to go to the taekwondo at about 8 pm with him. His club is tremendously cool, people are awesome (not one single big idiot), the sport is nice and really made me force… I think that I am going to join because I really need to let off steam at the moment. On the other hand, later, we went to the sauna and the little of energy which I had fell again.

Hard luck, I had to go out with Hafid. Yet, for me, making a false plan is unthinkable, even if I am done… so we went out. And there, it was the drama. For the first time since almost 2 months, I confronted with the poverty of the hunting ground in Aix. Almost nobody in streets, bars were full with 90 % of alcoholic guys who made circles around the rare (fat) girls to prevent the others from speaking to them (when I think of these guys, I always have in mind the image of monkeys which defend their female by taping on the breast). I have the impression that the level of the field falls in a continuous way for one year (or then it is me who is not any more in sync with the alcoholics). Really a disaster.

At about 2 am, we have tried to pick up an English girl, Hafid took her FB. Then we returned and, on the road, I sent a text to Marie (my open relation of last winter). I told her something like “are you in town? I go back home, if you want, come with me otherwise I don’t know what better you are going to do tonight”. She came at about 2:45 am. We made love directly, like before. The link between us always exists, it made me feel something. On the other hand, she enlarged, then she only wanted to fuck chastely in the black. But it is MY Marie to tell the truth, I don’t care about all that (3 months I wanted to screw her again! Especially that she did not stop texting me “OK but we shall go have a drink eh, later we shall see, I don’t come so easily at your place” (incomprehensible) and there with just a little bit of alcohol in the blood she finally assumes to do what she in fact wanted to do too!) I was not taking doggy style a model, but a girl with whom there was a strong sexual complicity. On the other hand, I had a little idealized her in time, I realize it. But the fact that this fucking connection still exists, it is fascinating !

Friday. On Friday, DATE at noon with Virginie. We ate, we made love on the couch. My old neighbor came to tap in my door while I was ejaculating. I don’t know what she wanted, I didn’t open. I cursed her instead. Then, we watched The King Lion 3… then, I have banged her again and I almost fell asleep so much I felt good terms with this darling in my arms. Quite slender (99 pound for 5ft4), fine-looking with breasts and very firm buttocks, green eyes, good face and everything. Paradise.

The evening, I met the brother of the girl of the bodypainting. The streap-teaser who gives seminars about sex in Ukraine, who sometimes play into porns and who makes street shows in France. He was proud to tell to me that what I like very much about her sister, it is the values he inculcated her (to like sex, to assume it intelligently and to fuck in a good way). He showed me a great deal of things, in particular his RUSSIAN FB (VK), and proved me that it is the girls who try to pick up the men over there (moreover French are popular there). According to him, the Ukrainians are hopeless with the girls… they do not approach: they get drunk until they have the courage to speak with a girl, it is poignant. A very interesting meeting, this Morbak. He says that in the Eastern countries, the women have a real feminine energy (they act like hotties and assume) and the hetero men have a male energy (do not act like pussies). On the other hand, in France, he says that the guys tend to display more and more feminine energy (the mass is less and less virile) and the women more and more male energy… what makes that it creates a confusion and a climate of conflict (it is also the case in the countries where the culture is close to ours like in the United States) which does not exist everywhere else (EG in the countries of the North like Sweden or in the East like in Ukraine or in Russia or in certain Asian countries). It is what makes me say that they have probably a good laugh over there when they read how the average guy that I am works hard in France to fuck on average 2/3 girls per month (for example in Australia, it is not rare that a guy is honked by girls). We then went out to practice SPU. He saw all the fucking attitudes with which I am daily confronted. He told me “Aix it is some mud, if you walk in the mud, do not be surprised if you to have the dirty feet”. Roughly: we are in a country where the girls have a mentality of shit (conditioning). Otherwise, he is very close to Alain Soral (I do not think that they go into orgies together all the same) seen that he goes alongside with him and he told me that according to Soral it is going to fart in France, a little bit like in Greece, certainly before 10 years. Moreover, Alain converted, it seems, his money into gold and hid it in Florida. I have no desire to go into political debates in the sauce Egalité&Réconciliation here, but it is true that I would like that we find back the Love and the pride to be French as our grandparents had when they went to the war. Who would go fighting for France now? Seriously, it is a country full of injustice, disparities, it looks like it is just a set of communities which look to the others with animosity. In brief, we approached about ten girls in a club, we fell of course on our silly bitches’ lot, some nice girls also, and on guys who tried to piss us off “little shit, go away from there, do not speak to them, it is ours”. Waste of the humanity (remember the monkeys about which I spoke just now). Morbak was bewildered to see that… nevertheless it’s common practice in my reality. We met Arnaud, the guy who had stopped speaking to me and told some shit about me just because I screwed a girl who did not want him. Arnaud came to apologize personally, I took him in my arms and forgave his bullshit: I prefer giving love even if it is sometimes against instinctive. Arnaud told me that in Romania, he screwed 6 girls in 6 months then I a little observed him to see if he had improved his Game but no… It is the field over there and the status that confers the fact of being French which helped him. Good for him, eh, it is just that I really wonder why we get bored in France to display so much energy for girls not that hot and tiresome (I really wonder why French still have this reputation of good lovers). Especially that, the best genes (bigger, stronger, more resistant according to objective data) are in the North and in the East. In the club, I was entitled to some big whores like the one to whom I spoke and who answered me, quite proud, “why are you talking to me? didn’t you wash your ass ? ” She came back talking to me later, still being a pain in the neck “you did wash your ass is, it done now?” This girl was far from hot, and she was so aggressive, some people will see a test there but it is the male energy about which Morbak The Traveler spoke… it is true that it is far from feminine or sexy, acting like that. We eventually found all the same two correct girls, we jabbered them, we took their FB and we suggested them coming home with us, but they did not want. Predictable: too bad for them. Before going out, a jerk put a nudge unintentionally in my nose already broken by the aggression, I still have a rough time. Well. On our way back, Morbak The Wise told me “you don’t drink alcohol anymore, you eat bio, you started the practice of a martial art… but that is not enough so that you have good energies. There, you exchange flows with any sorts of unhealthy unknowns who are absolutely not worth it at all and that empties your reserves. Game is interesting for the fact that you break your own ego but remain confident. It is interesting also to see that you answer with the smile even to the worst silly bitches. You are on the right way of your own self-fulfillment, which passes by unconditional love but you still need to improve yourself”. Well, I don’t want to be recruited in anything which can prevent me from being objective but I can recognize the value of these words. Sincerely, he is interesting this nomadic patriot, a little bit megalomaniac and authoritarian but cool. He organizes orgies almost everywhere in the world: once again, the libertines who share hot girls have probably a good laugh when they see the misery of the “normal” guys. What reassured me, it is that his dream life and his job (sex teacher) for Russian girls, he had it thanks to the bluff and to the nerve: one day, he decided that he was rather good in the bed and started to charge girls to teach them how to suck… all of this in front of his wife who is a libertine Russian too. Another world for me, but that reminded me that everything is possible, in certain contexts… especially that he is alpha but not able to approach girls in the street alone for example. Roughly, what I mean to say is that getting involved in orgies with 10 sublime blondes, it is possible, and not only in our craziest dreams. Just like it is possible even in France to fuck hot women while having understood nothing to the fairer sex (soccer players, celebrities, waiters in clubs, etc.)… it is thus necessary to linger over the chap to see the value, to do not judge hastily, it is also necessary to look at the value of the girls which those guys fuck and not only the number. The degree of the possible just depends on the context. He told me that, in Goa, country of the hippies, it’s common practice that normal guys fuck awesome girls. But that even in countries like Sweden/Brazil/Ukraine/Russia, it is possible to bang hotties easily, because rules are not the same. And because it is less easy for the girls, they need to move their ass more to seduce and thus are hotter. Really needs to be naïve to don’t understand that if Mystery&co bring their students in these countries in The Game it is because it is easier for an American even “average” to have results and thus their customers really have the impression to have improved. Well, in our country, we maintain the faith that they are poor and dangerous countries while he seems to say that not at all (and his statements are the same than those of other people I know), that it is here that it is a little the Third World in fact but that the media condition us to be afraid (to avoid that French people rebel too much). I’m not saying that it’s hell, I just say that it is maybe not as well as media would want to persuade us… and that in a lot of places, it is certainly better that what media would want to persuade us. I do not know any more what to think. In brief, for now I am in France, thus I play according to these rules but it is good to have another vision like that from time to time. I just remember his last words “to have the same sexual life in France that I have in Russia, it would be necessary to me to display 1000 times more efforts, and still I am not sure to succeed”. At this moment, I was thinking “but if it was the girls who were the most sexually frustrated and not the guys, then maybe the insecurity would decrease because they are less stupid than us from the point of view of the violence and males have all the same an instinct of polygamist thus we could satisfy more women and even all and so everybody would maybe see the life through rose-colored glasses.” Suddenly, the door slammed : by returning, my roommate told me that a bastard had assaulted her next to the bus station to steal her phone.

The conclusion is that Aix became a shitty field. It is small, thus very limited for the SPU (you always meet the same people) and the clubs especially where the entry is less than 10€ are really bad. Less than 10 girls for more than 90 guys in the clubs. I just exaggerate a little. Then yeah, there are girls in the city, but they do not go out any more in the night. I have the impression that what also plays it is that our generation knew neither the hunger, nor the war nor anything. Most of people did not thus understand that it is necessary to enjoy life, to do not waste time for things without interest because it can stop at any time… and it is true simply because most were never confronted with death. Well, there I have my wintry modjo reduction, like I had before summer. I do not really want any more, I don’t feel the NEED nor the ENVY. In a week I will feel better, I hope, but while waiting… I am going to wait that the storm passes.

I hope that this text will have purged me and will have raised the bad eye which I had on me… While waiting to make a fresh start, may the God of the Game be with us all, we need it !

October 26th 2013,

Hello friends, I am going to tell you how a very good night turned to the nightmare. And when I say “nightmare”, it is not a word I use thoughtlessly.

1) On Thursday evening, DATE with a girl of Adopte at her home. It was a rather hilarious interaction. In fact, I contacted her hastily on Sunday, 13, I have taken her number after a rather wonderful conversation.
– She offers you the possibility of discussing with her. Do not hesitate to send her a message to try to land in her basket !
– hello Caro ! Ah I am satisfied that you confirm me! Well I would have liked that you send the first message but nobody is perfect…
– And would not my first message be this one? Attractive master’s degree of the conditional, I recognize it to you
– First sentence correct, in addition you flatter me, I am willing to continue to speak with you 😀
On the other hand, it is forbidden to ask for hings like in a questionnaire: where do you come from, do you like carrots, etc.
– But I preferred to know if you like carrots, it can be a means of pressure if it is not the case, I heard that “for the rabbit, the carrot is the worst embodiment of the evil “. What do you think about it?
– I think that I am maybe a rabbit because carrots give me not catholic ideas.
– Being religious, my ideas are clear as can be. But not with carrots, I give them to you, yes, really.
– If I come to your place it will be so that you cook me something with carrots not to make l love. Do you want to chat on Facebook, it shall be nicer.
– It was absolutely not my intention and if I want to say something in this sense, I have a vocabulary which will allow me to do so haha. Regrettably, no Facebook for me. Twitter? But the messages will not go faster than here.
– I will be disconnected at 6 pm , love!!! (I have a free account) please send a first original message and I shall answer you 06********
She did not answer my messages for a few days. Then wrote me just like that last Sunday (the 20). We a little discussed by SMS. I was then inspired I suggested her making her a massage with the light of candles, I am so romantic ! She said OK, that we could meet on Friday evening. Except that not, I was busy thus I negotiated on Thursday evening. She wanted that we go out to have a drink, I said no. She wanted that we see each other rather at my place then, I said “no at yours”. All the indicators in the green, she sent me a message at 8 am in the morning Thursday so that I have her address. I smelt the motivated girl, really, nevertheless I don’t like counting my chickens before they are hatched. I thus turned up at her home at about 8:30 pm in the doorway : a kiss in the neck, I took the hand, she squeezed it and kept her. I asked if I had to take off my shoes, she said yes, I asked if I had to take off my other clothes, she said “not now”. After 10 minutes I was fingering her, after 15minutes she started sucking me. I pretended to get a foothold like never, I encouraged her. It was good all the same. Later I screwed her on the sofa bed. I wonder if she really wanted a massage in fact, héhéhé. In brief, the small banker in tailor, bobbed hairstyle, the authoritarian face (the kind of almost-thirty-year old who deserves her dose of do), it is checked. Having been blocked at my parent’s to study since the end of September, I will thus not finish Virgin of October.

2) Champagne Showers in a club with Padawan as a wingman. We spent a very good night. One of the organizers who likes what I write made us dupe the line, had 20 bimbos there who grumbled in the square meter. We stayed a long moment with a group of girls (it was not some caviar but they were not too bad, big liqueur brandies and were hungry). We approached them with an awesome “do you take some pleasure tonight?
– yes 😀
– do you want more ?
– heu I don’t know heu
– did you brush your teeth ?
– yes
– me too ! we kiss ?” And there I found myself with a dead woman of hunger who made every effort to clean me the inter-dental space with her tongue. Padawan close by connected her friend but that did not work. I say to the tall bitch endowed with a hallucinating low neck (the one that I was kissing) “tell me, do you wants to make a threesome at my place with my buddy?
– what ?! I can have both of you ?! Ah yesssssssss. (On the tone of : it is the deal of the century!!!)” Then, she started kissing Padawan… and me, I took care of her friend. I did again the “did you brush your teeth” line (I will copyright it) and, ho god, it worked. We warmed well them both then thanks to the sexual energy, Padawan eventually kissed also the second chick. Thus here we were, we were next to the bar and we fiddled with them, and we were exchanging them and everything. We thus logically negotiated a foursome. One was really hot, the second I felt her feverish but she would have followed because I suggested licking her during 20 minutes. A real bargain for her! In brief, their third friend turned up with a guy, and she passionately kissed her two friends. As a consequence, I tried a magnificent “me too PLEASE” thus she turned to me, maintained my eye contact, I supported her EC… She looked down the first one. I endured more sexual tension than her, she submitted, kissclose. We little eat each other’s mouth, it was nice. It was the only one in my size moreover, the two others were giants. But well, she left with her guy who got nothing. Fuxelife. In brief, at the moment they wanted to go to the toilet, I asked if we could screw them in the crappers and they said no. I asked for the color of their underwear: they revealed them to us but did not want to show us their tits then we let them leave because we wanted to put them “in the refrigerator” a little so they realize the luck they almost had. In any case, we said to ourselves that we were later going to see them again. Meanwhile, Padawan approached a brown girl with beautiful blue eyes, tall and thin. That happened very fast, he approached with “kiss my buddy.
– No he is ugly. It is rather you that would interest me.
– so kiss me.
– No it is you the man, it belongs to you to kiss the first one.” Thus OK, I learnt that I was ugly. Besides, she added that I hurt her so much I was ugly. The big deal : I set much worse in the mouth and next to that I screwed chicks twice better than her. I live it in a good way, this kind of remark slides on me as a penis would slide in the vagina of a woman fountain. I am a kind of “Chuck Bass the sexual” and Padawan is rather like “Nate the handsome guy” : it is not the same kind of charm, that’s it. But it was the silly bitch in any case, who is frustrated and disturbed : which girl would say that about the buddy of a guy whom she has just met ? Well, I left them together and went to speak to the DJ. Then, I wasted my time with a girl who was a headache to me, she wanted me to give her fags and did not let me alone. I don’t like the hazy and then well, I had already fucked tonight, and I had a foursome feverish but solid threesome on the light. The thing is that the bitch (the one who had bit tits and low neck next to her nipples) has probably seen Padawan kissing the blue-eyes girl because she left… I was disappointed, but well, with Pada we shall destroy a girl together or then we shall destroy 2 girls at the same time and we exchange them. It’s said! At the end, Padawan wanted to take the number of his silly bitch but she answered “do you want to have sex?
– No I sleep at a friend’s this evening
– Then give me your number.
– I don’t give my number so easily.
– Then you are very stupid, go away, I don’t like not the pussies who take themselves for princesses.” Well… I have to say that Padawan improved his Game, it is really notable and this is just the beginning 😉

3) By returning around 4 o’clock, Padawan walked me back and we settled comfortably on the pavement in front of my house. We sat quiet to debrief the evening. At the end of quarter of an hour, we saw a guy who approached us by running. Because a lot of people asked us fags and everything, we didn’t pay more attention than that and especially we were not enough wary seen that it is all the same a busy main avenue and that there is some light. When he arrived at my level, he gave me a big kick of sole in the head by surprise, I broke the window behind then Padawan who looked somewhere else believed that it was an irritated guy who had just put a kick in the window. I received another kick in the head before understanding what was happening and shouting “Padawan”. There, he got up and engaged in combat with this bastard who persecuted me. One ugly man, tall and fine, the skin matte Arabic or Indian type and long hair, a sweet dirties on the back. I also got up, completely sounded and a big guy, like half-european half-Arabic, even taller than the first one, skin head approached me. I didn’t know what he wanted at first sight and I was sounded: he put me a punch in nose directly. I began to piss the blood, I saw my own blood spattering and flowing like water but fuxelife, I finally put myself in position of fight and I said “but we don’t know you, we never did anything to you.
– no need to know you”. I managed to adorn a punch, I know it because this morning I have a great pain in the thumb. Meanwhile, Padawan dominated well the lean, I guess that he destroyed his jaw. The thing is that this drug-addict had eyes wide open, and did not feel pain: he got up every time and Pada eventually hurt in the wrist due to knocking him. Padawan then attacked the big one, he put him on the ground and I was able to get free. He would have been able to crush his mouth against the ground but he was kind. Maybe too much because these sons of bitches deserved that we cure them of the desire to assault people but needs to know that in France if you defend yourself and that you really hurt the guy, he can lodge a complaint against you and you are annoyed (the law says that the answer must be proportioned, in the practice it is the one who makes most damages who is wrong). I took out my keys and went towards to my door, I thought that he followed me except that in fact it was the cocaine addict with long hair. Padawan spoke with two other Arabic who had stayed behind (they filmed the scene for YouTube) and who advised “run away, they are high, they do that to have fun”. Then Padawan sprinted, whereas the big one got up and the 4 began running after him. He crossed fortunately rather quickly a police patrol “Sir, it is necessary to dress again, it is forbidden to walk topless.
– I would like to but I have been assaulted and they destroyed my t-shirt.” Then here we were, the dog unit tried to find them but unsuccessfully. Fire brigades came to find us and we spent 4 hours in the emergencies of the hospital for exams. So : He has the broken wrist and scratches on the face. I have the broken nose, two beautiful black eyes under eyes, a sprain in the thumb and they gunned down my Jules shirt . Then, we spent 3 hours (without lying) to the commissionership. The cops knew very well who were these guys, it was not the first time they assaulted people, but they cannot arrest them because no flagrante delicto (but that did not prevent them from treating me like if I was the aggressor while talking to me curtly and by looking for the slightest small details of my story which could contradict themselves). The thing is that usually, this group of 4 leaves their victims KO on the ground and robs them. Then we can say that we went out well there especially that last week beat up a pregnant woman. Three things there I don’t want to imagine :
– If they had a weapon (knife or gun), it is sure that we stayed there. I read in their eyes that they had no limit.
– If they had knocked out Padawan by surprise at the beginning instead of me, I would not have been able to defend him as well as he did for me. I am not black belt.
– If the two who were too cowardly to fight had also come, in 4 against 2 we had no chance… They were not drunk or high, they were maybe their dealers.
– If they had not attacked US but rather the group of girls who arrived later in the street, they would have finished raped on the pavement.
Then here we are, on one side we can be really competent in the communication, the psychology, the influence. It is useful and I have already defused quite a lot of conflicts like that. I already had to give knocks but it was totally different: once in box a guy wanted to assault me and because he was drunk he fell alone when I touched him and another time in the street we were 4 against 4 and I had just put my knee in a guy, my buddies had taken care of the others! But there, it was a totally random aggression, it was the jungle, and I paid it. No logic if it is not the law of the strongest. Thus here we are, needs to develop also our bodies. Thanks to Pada I have a quite healthy lifestyle, I even built muscle, I think that this is why I so well handled the knocks: Seriousness I took 4 or 5 knocks in the face and I felt nothing, I remained lucid and I tried to find a solution so that we get out of it (here is a good reason for not drinking). Well, needs to become aware that it is a question of survival to create muscle and to know how to fight. Certainly, I have a buddy coach in seduction who had a group of servicemen: the guys were animals but in front of the women, they were pussies. Except that I think that even in seduction it can play, the girl can smell when she is really safe with a guy. It is maybe what I need to work on the most. The cop who took our testimony exposed us her point of view and I share it with you because it is interesting “all these stupid people who say that you should not stigmatize, it is really the ones to who nothing happened. On Sunday, one of our colleagues was stabbed in the eye up to the brain, he died while he just proceeded to an identity check. No one speaks about it, but about the <poor> Leonarda everybody speak about it eh. ” The morality is: learn how to fight, build muscle, have a food which will maintain you in shape: we do not know neither when nor where nor who can try to kill you nor why. It is just a question of survival from now with this too overliberal government, and still I don’t live in Marseille but in a renowned soft city. Then, needs not to fall in ” ah well it is top dangerous I don’t go out from now”, it would be to let them win. Just needs to be careful and ready if necessary to have a talent in front of these leeches who live only to annoy the others and who will not even be worried by the justice. Fucking country… and those who are not conscious of that are idiots. The reality is that it is not the country of Care Bears and those who will just affect you to pass the time will not be guys integrated into the society, who have a job, etc.. It will be resentful people who just hate you because you because you have a good job or because you are well-dressed or, or because of your ethnic origins, etc. You try to integrate them and to give them money and everything to give you good consciousness, but they hate you and at the first opportunity they will stab you in the back to rape your wife. Just be aware. Besides it had been one moment since I said to myself that in the evening, there were not so many girls than before and that they were much more wary. The field became really difficult here… and we cannot blame the chicks: they do not feel safe with all the news we can read in newspapers… and all the hidden facts. I cannot stop not living the scene in my head. It’s like if it was not real except that today I have one fucking headache which reminds me that, no, it was not nightmare but the reality. Some people advised me to move because this crazy people know where I live. I don’t really know what to think of it. So, we have to go back to the hospital in order to pay a colossal sum in exchange for three bandages and some radios. In brief, only annoy in perspectives. I feel the hatred. I want to punch someone or something. Or that Virginie comes and gives me a hug !!! What reassures me it is that even the mentalist is powerless when people become violent, he calls his sturdy buddies.

But I am going to try to transform my hatred into a positive thing, and from next week onwards I am going to practice tae kwon do with Padawan. That does not appear to me to be any more an option, because I don’t want to live by ignoring the reality. Finally, that was an electric shock for me which will make me move forward in my life. Fucking the girls, knowing which values we look for, it is good… But it is finally only a stage of the personal fulfillment towards better lifestyle one. Maybe not even the most important. And it is really THAT which is important: the lifestyle. In “to survive and reproduce” there is “to survive” and it is better to chose to “live good”.

Hope you will get my message. May the God of the Game make us open the eyes !

PS: don’t tell meI am racist because I said that they were Arabic (one of my best buddies is called Hafid). It is just a fact. If that had been idiots of riffraff typified European or African or slanting eyes, I would have said so all the same.

September 21st 2013,

On Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday : It is in my boxer shorts in Mickey’s effigy and with a vile beard of 15 days that I revise my exams of accounting. I am strangely very put under stress and obsessed by the accounts of debit and credit. The lack of sex also begins to be CRUELLY felt, because stuck at my parents, I did not screw since the girl of the bodypainting. I even dream about it at night, then I sleep badly and I am unbearable. I pity my circle of acquaintances.

On Friday: yesterday thus, I sent a message to Virginie. I told her that I wanted her. Answer ” I have just gone to the osteopath and he told me no effort during 48 hours thus it is not possible”. My heart skipped a beat. By way of outlet, I sent to all the girls that I fucked and whose number I kept “do you have you a friend who needs to be filled?”

They have all, without exception, taken advantage of this shout of the heart to rub salt in the wound and patronize me. It is crazy, ho, as soon as you show a little of weakness, they try to stuff you instead of helping you. So I caught up the thing with a sincere text but which restores the order in the Universe “I want to fuck an unknown, to make her live the moment of her life, but I have no time to go out to pick up because I study for my exams”.

The good side of the business it is that I so established again the contact with Marie (my open relation of February) and she is OK tp go back to bed with me from time to time. So cool. That tempted me to shake me then I watched Tony Parker crushing the team of Spain. The second good news, I also managed to convince Virginie to come all the same (because the missionary is not considered as a physical effort by Dr Cyprine and she rather looked all right). An feverish “all right” thus, certainly because she was put under stress.

On Saturday morning: I received “euh I learnt a not excellent news this morning and I have complicated things in this connection with my mother. So I am not very motivated for this afternoon =/
– Okay ! I don’t want to oblige you to tell me about it if you don’t want to! Just tell me if you cancel or not
– So much the better because I have no desire to speak to you about it. Euh well I dunno, I don’t want to kill the mood.
– Kill the mood ? What do you mean ?
– Well, we can’t say that I am in a very good mood.
– OKAY, I see. Well that’s up to you to tell me if you think that it is better to change to you the ideas or to stay at your home…
– Hem, seen like that… I am going to try to motivate myself but I promise you nothing.
– I thus have not the impression that you really want it…
– It’s complicated =/
– I know it’s complicated. The problem with your mother on one side. Well yesterday you wanted to cancel because of the osteopath. I suppose that you have 1000 questions in your mind but isn’t it simpler to come and see by yourself ? Acting has never created real regrets, not acting yes, on the other hand. I need to know to get organized in the afternoon… 🙂
– It is more the Not Excellent News which put me in a bad mood than my mother. OK. I am going to write and I think that I will feel better later. Long live to the introspection!
– Okay tell me then
– No no, I planned to keep you waiting, that seems obvious =P
– Lol =p Well I am going to organize like if you were coming then because I think that it is the most intelligent thing to do in this situation:)
– One thing’s for sure, you master rather well the art of the persuasion rhetoric. Especially about the contain of the message.
– I don’t try to. It is just that it seems to me to be the good decision. Otherwise every time we will plan to see each other you will have a dose of stress which will make you doubt. But the introspection will tell it to you as well as me… I am sure =)
– Nope in this case that is not at all about stress. Ah well I will tell you that. Sometimes that helps and sometimes not. Suspense!
– Yes
– Well writing did not solve my problem – at the same time it is logical – but I feel a little better.
– That’s fine! and in addition we are going to try to change your ideas:) see you later then

Two little words about this TEXTING-GAME: we apply the same rules by message than during a communication IRL. Namely: we use the same smiley(s) than her to create report. We show some detachment and we make her understand that we are a busy man. We oblige her to go in the rear and to assume if she really wants to cancel and we don’t let her force us into error. Important : never admit that we use processes of influence. Otherwise, I think that she was very put under stress and dreaded sleeping with me thus she was tempted to use any excuse to cancel. Certainly to test my motivation too. Why I accepted her whims? The reward was simply worth it there. If she comes, we are going to do naughty things. If the only reward was a coffee or a meal, I would simply have answered “too bad” to her first message. But I like this girl. Thin, cute, blue eyes, VIRGIN, respectful and motivated. A little bit strange that she chose me but she certainly wanted a confident guy who knows a minimum of things more rather than a fag half virgin like she sees a lot of it in her faculty of literature. Two virgins together, what an horror after 16.

She arrived at about 2 pm as expected. I then started to warm her in the lounge. Then cunnilingus in my bedroom. I asked her if she preferred to rise on me and to put it herself or if I put it to her, she told me to do it. Everything went well, she did not have pain and even took some pleasure during her first time. In fact, I had probably broke her hymen last time, I think that is why she had no pain today. Later we recovered from this effort by watching The Lion King 2. In the middle of the movie, I caressed her again then almost led her to the orgasm. I have taken her again, her small quite firm body excites me as much as the body of the cutie from Toulon (or even more). I really want to see her again regularly and to make of her one of my sources of affection. As would say Aurélien, it is “with the blood of a virgin” that I wrote these “devilish verses”.

Cherry on the cake, when she left, I photographed her.

Like Nico would say “for me it was a shitty week, so imagine what I think about yours”.

NB: I had sent her my long monologue about the dating sites in July.

September 27th 2013,

Virginia had her first orgasm !

May the God of the Game be with you !

September 13th 2013,

I have almost been flaked by little Virginie but she eventually came to see me. The poor girl was put under stress, it was necessary to reassure her. I do not really realize anymore how much it is difficult for a beginner to go out of her comfort zone to make love with an unknown. It is way easier to stay at home reading a book… but it is impossible to have the satisfaction of having moved on in her life otherwise. Not doing what we really want to do at the bottom of us while we could very well, I call this “weakness.” She wasn’t weak.

The etymology of the first name Virginie is something like “pure/virgin”. I had kissed her in front of The Lion King last week, we had undressed and I had licked her. She thus came watching the end of the movie, and getting a massage. I have undressed her again (she is still hot) and approached her of the orgasm… Then I suggested making love, and thus making her lose her virginity. Her answer : “I really want you but I can’t”. She took advantage of it to tell me that she was on her period. Cold shower. But I do not give up so easily.

After many discussions, she told me that I could take off her tampon. Bad luck, when I wanted to catch it, it broke inside. I thus left for expedition to find it then I took it off. A little bit gory, I have never had to do that before, but we laughed at it.

I asked her if she wanted me to put a condom. Answer: “it is better”. Obviously it is better, I even wonder why I ask the question. Then, I approached her vagina, I don’t really know if I penetrated her or not, ” it hurts too much, stop, I don’t want any more”.

I tried to tell her to shake me or to suck me or whatever but nothing to do. “It is the 3rd time of the week that I feel guilty : Two guys told me that they were in love with me but because I am not polygamous I rejected them, and you tell me that I frustrate you… sorry”.

The subject is the following one: did I penetrate her ? Am I a not delicate person ? On the other hand, I do not really know what different I shall have been able to do ? Besides, she arrived at 3 pm and left at 5 pm for her buses : we had a problem of time.

Fortunately, she said that we would see again each other next week, if I was OK. I think of making her jump on me so that she put it inside of her alone.

Then yeah, we could wonder if it is not a waste of time, getting bored with these problems of virginity, and so why not just nexting her ?

Yes but no. It is without taking into account the human dimension. First of all, because it is necessary go 2 minutes in her skin : if for once that she makes a step towards the guys, I rejected her, that would have been able to traumatize her. And don’t forget that it is an honor to be chosen to be the first one. Then, I have no problem with making efforts if the other person does the same, I just don’t want to be the only one. Finally, because I feel a strong connection with her. I want to say, she attracts me physically she is cute and everything. But there is something more… First of all, she has an enormous IQ and good emotional sensibility too, thus she is a superior intelligence and I like that. Then, she is really mature for her age in spite of her sexual inexperience : I have the impression to speak with somebody of my age or more (that it is because she reads a lot and because her parents separated and work a lot so it is her who takes care of her family). To finish, she is a pearl of purity: she does not drink, does not smoke, does not take the pill, she eats healthy and not too much (I think she is going to LOVE sex to compensate if you want my opinion), she has problems but remains positive and reads my blog. In brief, she is a very good genetic environment for possible genes of Cyprineman Junior! Roughly, I admit that I like her very much, she has something special in my eyes, I’m not saying that everybody would like her but for me she is very good, in addition she doesn’t look like against an “open relation” and all this frightens me a little! Me in the other hand, I do not risk to wimp out for once that I find a girl I really like (even if we seem to be two opposite (libertine/virgin) we are alike on quite a lot of points!) Time will tell…

May the God of the Game be with us !

September 9th 2013,

On Wednesday evening, because I had no fresh plan, I connected on Facebook, the hopeful heart. I commented on the new profile picture of a girl of my age I have in my friend list for something like 4 or 5 years. I had picked her up on Badoo ages ago and we spoke to each other once a year, by saying that “yeah, we should meet, I tell you when I am free”. For 3 or 4 months, I guess a renewed interest: she regularly comments on articles which I posts and agrees that doggy style is awesome.

On the photo in question, she was photoshoped : a strip of painting around the eyes then I wrote an innocent “yeah we should do a session of bodypainting”. This opening gave rise to a discussion by private message and a daring date, on Sunday, yesterday at 3 pm.

I went to buy some bodysuit-paint for the occasion: I thus waited a return on investment. For her part, she came with a cover and brushes. I had no idea what I was going to do to her until I see her, but I was not disappointed. Scrap of a woman, she is hardly more than 5ft25 but cute and sexy. Her long brown hair and a little curled like a wild girl which fell on her very suntanned skin reminded me a lioness. I thus decided that she would be my feline. When I announced it to her, this idea pleased her, I believe that she even mewed at this moment. That inspired me a lot : very sexy!!!

Once in my room, we a spoke little (around 30 minutes) and we agreed that it would be better to reflect stark naked. We play rock-paper-scissor to decide who will be the first to undress, it made me hard because I lost. She then removed her clothes one by one and I admit that I enjoyed my life. This is exactly why I game : A stomach so flat than I guessed her abs, firm tits perfect for my hands and a butt quite sexy.

I learnt a little more about her, she is from a family of people freed sexually. Her brother is a street stripper, she spends her summers in le cap d’Agde and goes regularly to libertine clubs : she is a very good investment. We discussed to know if in partner-swapping clubs it is seduction or not, “undoubtedly” according to her. Other interesting thing, she does not kiss easily “I certainly sucked more guys than I kissed. Some people tell me : fuck you have just given a blow job to me and you don’t want to kiss me?!”. Something else about which we spoke, she made an internet profile of cute guy and tried to pick up girls… Conclusion: she is in total agreement with my article on the subject: it is really very difficult to get out even if we are good looking, because most of the girls are shy, afraid and only here to boast. Of course, they will not admit it and some will not even do it consciously.

While I got down to make of her my work of art, I always touched her in a pseudo-innocent way to make rise the sexual tension. The result was really not bad, I made her black tasks, some red around the mouth like if she had just devoured a poor gazelle, and finally a big fluorescent yellow mark on the right buttock (the signature of the master), for fun.

For her part, she made of me a blue robot, my brain was connected with my sex by electric cords. When she painted around my sex, she said “I have never been so close to a sex without sucking it”. I said nothing, tried nothing, did nothing to break this sacred tension. Moreover, we should always get naked for an Internet date: the current passes so well then, it is something way more honest.

After the session of painting, she wanted to take photos (of me, her, us). She wants to put it on her blog then I had to hide my sex with a hat. I had fun making it hold thanks to my powerful phallus, but fuck at the end of 4 hours, my dick fell a little… so the hat fell too. She said, “I am going to help you a little” kneeled down and sucked me during 1 minute. It was so good after all this expectation! We put back in place the hat and made the famous photos then “I am sorry for just now”, she kneeled down again and finished the work. I have to admit that she knows her business, she swallowed me by saying “very good taste”. Flattering !

After that awesome moment, I lengthened and licked her up to the orgasm. She suckedme again, this time seated on a stool, then our respective paintings mixed in a carnal embrace (me on her, me under her and standing doggy style). She likes the balance of power, very good, me too.

When we went out of our bubble : 9:30 pm!!! It is incredible how the afternoon had passed fast. Really interesting temporal phenomenon of distortion. On the other hand, I didn’t work, and I felt guilty, I have to lock myself all this week to catch up and make a success of my final exam which will take place at the end of October.

In the evening, she suggested paying me a pizza if she could stay the night. What a deal. We had a walk in town to get some fresh air, we spoke a lot… she compared the street pick up with the street art because she sings with the guitar and improvise things. Then we returned, she has sucked me again and I have licked her again. This girl knows so well how to play and gives so much that I want to give to her a lot too in return. This morning in the awakening, we have done it in 3 or 4 positions. Balance sheet : she came 6 times and me 4. It is way better with girls who feel sexually at ease and know their body.

On the other hand, I am afraid of having shocked my new roommate. Oh, she needs to become used to it, eh. That one is not going to piss me off. It is necessary to say that I miss my ex-roommate a little but fuck he is in the nick for drug trafficking.

It was awesome, I really want to see her again ! May the God of the Game be with you !

PS : as I write this FR, she has just sent me a mp3 that she recorded for me without I asked her anything. What an artist! In brief what she says in this song it is that she was fucked well and that inspired her! Coming from a girl who has a lot of experience like her, I appreciate all the more the compliment!!!

Vidéo : http://youtu.be/WYpc5H8kXlk

PS 2: I wrote some times ago that the girl “lambda” could not appreciate the confidence as an attractive quality. In fact, what I meant to say is that she can be attracted for example, many girls are attracted by Chuck Bass. But because he is inaccessible… if they had him in front of them, many would chicken out : social pressure, stress, feeling uncomfortable with her body, has blockings, is intimidated, is afraid of not being good enough in bed, etc. And they would throw this frustration to his face! That’s the truth ! Of course, it does not necessarily mean that all the girls would like him, but among the girls who would like him, he could fuck not all of them. Taking the plunge would need notch, except that, few people have it. This is the concept of the “comfort zone”.

Colonel Cyprine to the report,
September 7th 2013,

It is with the dick still hard that I write you this FR. I think that I kissed thanks to the karma (or to the King Lion). I explain to you. I was at my parent’s this morning to study better my exams when, around 7 o’clock, I heard a big BANG and a distant voice “help, help”. A guy had just crashed in the crossroads in front of the house and he was stuck in his car. I got up and saw some smoke to the window then I called fire brigades… they asked me a lot of questions and treated me like if I was a guy who had just that to do in his life to indicate wounded persons who do not exist. There are probably a lot of idiots outside who enjoy making them jokes, it is dismaying. Then, I ran through the road to see the guy and speak to him, he was a little bit conscious but I didn’t dare to touch him. Anyway, it is necessary not to, I think I heard that. In brief, they deigned to send a car of patrol who then called a bigger one. They cut the car and took him out by the roof. I like believing that I a little saved the life of this guy. Especially that, among my neighbors, I was the only one to move, to call… later, some people came watching, but fuck it was necessary to act quickly. That really moved me all this then I came back to Aix. In brief, I a little regild my karma which needed it at the moment, and it is maybe why I met a girl I liked very much. The story now.

I re-did my profile AUM at the beginning of the week and I spoke with Virginia on Adopt, then texts and we agreed on a date to watch THE KING LION together. God knows how we came there to speak about that, but I was in shape and the hour was late then I pushed the vice until asking her if it would not be better to watch it in underwears. She said yes, and she added that many things are better in underwears with this heat.

She had a birthday before and she came at 5:45 pm knowing that she had to take the bus at 7:15 pm : last delay to return at her home. Hard, but well, I accepted the crenel, knowing that it’s better than nothing. At set time, in front of my intercom, a very thin brunette extremely flat stomach with a tiny ass and great legs and boobs as I like it. Really good rank from the back, cute face with green eyes. In brief, I enjoyed my time, knowing that she had not FB… I had taken a risk.

I drank a tea and her a hot chocolate then direction my bedroom for the movie. I told her “so, you undress or not ?
– as you want.
– ok, so yes.” She laughed. In front of the film, I took her hand, she said nothing. I touched her boobs, she said nothing. I ventured into her breeches. I have licked her, she liked it. I put a finger into her, that was OK but two that hurt her . Weird, it was quite squeezed, it made me hard. She was passive, she let me do, but that’s it.

I tried to remove her bra but she said to me “no I am not ready for that, we cannot do it.
– why ?
– I didn’t imagine my first time like that.
– do you want me ?
– Yes, I would have difficulty in lying in this position”. Punchline !!! So, I kissed her softly, I went down on her again. I removed my boxer so she shakes me or whatever but no way she didn’t want to touch it. As a result, I licked+fingered her, certainly the first time of her life at the age of 19, she said to me that she would like to become a little more debauched and that she liked it very much. My sex penetrated into her slightly through her shorty but nothing more to do. Having said that, bodies like that, I want it every day. I have just walked her back in the bus. I don’t know if I hastened her too much or not…

It would be not really ethical to take her virginity and to kick her out of my life but if I see her regularly and if I teach her things (intensive sexual training) ? Her concern by leaving, it was what she was going to say to her friends, friends who had formally forbidden her to see me… and she met another guy on Adopte who would like to go farther with her. Yeah, I take shortcuts when I can. But there, it was quits or doubles. It worked so much the better, I roasted the line.

In her bus, she wrote me that she had liked the sensations of what I did to her. That pleased me as far as I also liked her. We shall do better next time ! There is all the same something weird : that girl knew very well what I was going to do by coming, and she blocks. Except for this schyzo side, she is charming. Well, needs that I go masturbating to recover from it. I am frustrated. But I forgive her because she made big efforts also from her part!

May the God of the Game be with us !

September 6th 2013,

I would have liked beginning by speaking to you about the war in Syria but it is true that it has nothing to do here. Then I am rather going to tell you the party of yesterday.

11pm, departure with HAFID for a MEDICAL party. The first one of the year, I heard that it is necessary to do not miss that, we will see. Needs to know that we praised a lot to me the virtues of these evenings, because I am not at all a medical student. The club was full, all the presales were sold, we could not come in without. Fortunately, I have buddies I knew through the Game, who are student in surgery, who had bought us some. 10€ for an evening of debauchery, that is worth it… in theory. The theme was the beach, I had a green polo which I would never have thought of wearing one day to go to a nightclub and a straw hat.

I approached some girls by asking them “do you wanna play with me?” or “are you a good kisser?” But I fell only on silly bitches “yes I am a good kisser but YOU will never taste it”. No prob, you should never loose courage. The wheel of Fortune is always turning.

After establishment of an eye contact, I went to speak to a brunette. I kissed her in 1 minute on the dancefloor but I didn’t try to have more, certainly because I was not in a good momentum, then I simply left. I found myself in a line with a girl who came on me, propelled by I don’t know which girl in underwear. “Are you hetero?
– Yes.” And SHE kissed me. Classic intro will you say. The thing is that in addition I moved on with “did you make love today ?
– no.
– Do you want to ?
– oh yes”. So I took her by the hand and said “we go in my car ?
– if you want”.

Except that it was just 2am and except that at the exit the bouncers tried to make me fail “IT IS ONLY DEFINITIVE EXIT”. She wanted to stay with her friends but “you don’t leave without me, okay ?” (that’s what she said). During this time I was on vacation in the club, I saw Hafid approaching a fine-looking four-eyes and kissing her. Well done. I saw one of the surgeons kissing a girl and a cockblock (ugly friend) stuck them then with the other surgeon we caught her and we kicked her ass with losses and crash. It was funny.

At around 3 o’clock, I found my almost sex friend. “We go now and come back later.
– No I am still going to stay a little.
– C’mon, it is the adventure, this is the way we make memories…
– OK I am going to warn a friend then wait for me here “.

We walked 10 minutes to join my car, she didn’t stop asking me what is my first name and what I do for a living “Do I ask you so many questions me? I shall tell it to you later. At the moment I realize your fantasy of the unknown, you will thank me later…
– I don’t usually do it.
– I know, me neither.”

I destroyed her in missionary and not very practical doggy style because the ceiling of my cyprinemobile is rather low. Hafid who had returned to the car was waiting outside… He told me that the car was full of vapor and moved. He probably saw my ass in close-up in the window, so classy. Then I took her FB for fun and I got dressed again in the street. The good news is that I put the condom YEAHHHH.

Return at our home. This morning, alarm clock at 1 pm, the rain knocked on the window and I opened, because I adore when it is wet.

May the God of the Game be with you !

August 18th 2013,

Sometimes you’re sit on the Cours Mirabeau with friends and sometimes tourists walk past you. Then sometimes, this group speaking English gives a look, and you don’t really know why nor how but you get up and you go there, unguardedly… Just like an obvious fact. Sometimes one of the foreigners is a tall blonde with blue eyes with a body just taken from Gossip Girl that leaves you speechless… Girls like that really exist in the real life ?! But you succeed in articulating some words and, in the course of the discussion, you find some common points (like the practice of the dickslap (just kidding)). She tells you that she is unfortunately going to go back to her country where people wear kilts the next day and that thus, it would be useless that she gives you her number.

Sometimes, you return towards your buddies and they are laughing at you (it is just that they would have liked having the balls to try their luck but did not dare then they pretend to be over that while they masturbate every night… so sad). For your part, you do not consider what has just taken place as a rake… seriously, too much ego is useless. Especially that, dramatic turn of events: the girl comes back to you, taps you on the shoulder and explains that, finally, you can see again each other again at the end of the summer because she is going to come back two weeks in Aix. Nice. The girl maybe wanted to see if you were going to be a needy guy who was going to annoy her or if you are a guy comfortable with himself who agreed to respect her decision whatever it is. But you do not really believe in it over the moment: you know that the promises of most people have no value.

What a surprise when, some times later, she calls you.  A hottie who is not begged, it is remarkable. Remark, it is not the girls comfortable with themselves who are the most difficult… I have the impression that The Game was created to make a sorting and allow us to seduce this kind of girls. Indeed, it teaches us to become more confident and everything but it is not the girls with problems who can appreciate to feel this kind of energy. It frightens them, intimidates them, makes them jealous, etc.

Date in a bar, at 10 pm. She is tanned, white dressed. Her low neck reveals you a breast like we only see it in movies and her tunic presents you two magnificent rounded legs. She acts more and more tactile, like if you had weeks to be caught up. Sometimes, nights promise to be hot… Then, you move in a club and your mouth is wildly assaulted by a bagpiper. Your jeans becomes suddenly too small for you, like if you had been operated to enlarge your penis. She drinks and dances, getting closer more and more. She arrives little by little at the ethylic point of no return. She makes funny comments “you have an angel’s face but you are the devil in fact”. She asks you to walk her back at her home. You walk straight ahead and support her in the street so much she is drunk, but are proud of you all the same to return a world-class beauty. She opens the door, and once at home…

I insist on this fact : she removes HERSELF her tunic, so finding herself in underwear. It is just when you unfasten her bra that she opens your jeans and kneels down spontaneously. Damned, what a blowjob ! The excitement due to her beauty makes it one of the best of your life. She suckes but doesn’t want to fuck, so, you go back home by realizing that your sperm cells are going to take the plane soon… When two badgers call out to you and take you out of your trance to piss you off “it was you the guy who was with the too hot blonde in the club, right?
– Yep.
– Fuck she was too hot. What did you do with her ? Did you destroy her fucking ass ?
– Just walked her home. That’s it.
– Ah OK I said to myself well that she was too hot for you. Can you give us her address? We will fuck her, we are not gays !
– But… she is not French ?
– No prob. I give language courses. »
You give a false address to these two bad-mannered jerks, by giving them a condescending smile. You did well: it is the only thing they deserved.

To return to Alicia, she will never answer your SMS post-blowjob… and when you will add her on FB, your attempt will find only a single echo « I am too much ashamed. I was so drunk. » I preferred her when she was shameless… End of story, one more who does not assume, nevertheless the embarrassment was only in her head!

The morality it is: dare, that leads to everything. Then that allows to make one crowned reserve of memories for your old days …

May the God of the Game be with you !

August 11th 2013,

In the middle of July, Saturday evening. The coach of Marseille had invited us in a night on the beach. I was with Clémentine, a girl with whom I sleep from time to time then I didn’t tried to pick up too much. Well, had a small photographer, an ex of the Coach who was cool. The kind of not complicated girl who can look a little bit stupid because she speaks a lot and very quickly and everything but in fact she is not stupid, and it is restful a girl who cackles because at least you do not need to make a lot of efforts to feed the conversation.

In brief, I a little forgot all about her over the moment but I noticed signs of interest: when she sat down next to me, her legs touched mine and the contact did not upset her. Otherwise, I suggested her fighting with me in the mud in string, then well, she showed me her string. The small photographer was maybe attracted thanks to the phenomenon of preselection (Clémentine : what is good with Clémentine it is that it is not the kind to be jealous nor to be a pain in the neck… I think that she has the same philosophy of life as me), or then she wanted to piss off her ex (I guess that they stayed a few months together).

I let her wait until Monday noon when I sent her a message on FB. “What about this driving license?
– It is in 4 days”. I knew it but well, it was necessary to start the conversation. “How did you find me and why ?
– You suspect it.
– Yes”. After, she told me that I looked like a dead man of hunger with Clémentine, and Clem as well, and that it was obvious that we were going to fuck ; I answered “so what ? It is just nature!” She agreed with that. We spoke a lot, I sent her extracts of my book saying that the girls should have more fun, and saying that the guys should not judge them as whores. The illusion of purity and the problem of the puritanical whore haunt too much people. The society formats us. She admitted to me that I was so right, that she thought like me, and that it was a test to see if I was one of these poor guys. “Are you a psychologist or something?” she tried to guess.

As a result, we agreed to take a midnight swim when she would return of the summer camp. She left the following WE having taken her driving test and I still went on my internship. During 15 days of summer camp, we sent quite a lot of messages, she is nice, I didn’t make a lot of effort it was so to speak all the time HER who did feed the conversation. She still tested me by speaking about other guys who tried to pick her up, those whom she wanted to suck the cock. I encouraged her to do so, and she liked it. To reward her and because she is a photographer I got her in touch all the same with the model of July. Who knows, this partnership could be beneficial to both of them… At the moment, she photographs only her friends who do not really look like models, needs to say it.

The day of our midnight swim arrived. At 7:30 pm, I sent a message “still good?
– … (no answer)
– ok well I understand if you changed your mind, good night.
– hello, yeah it is good for me, here is my address and my number, come picking me up plz.” Well, I avoided the flake. But I didn’t leave for 30 minutes on the road without having guarantees.

On the sand, the feet at the cool, we lengthened on two towels, which did not stop getting closer. She talked a lot… from time to time, she said that I didn’t speak a lot then I aligned three sentences and she started talking again. I rose on her, to make her a massage, she removed her top spontaneously but did not let me touch her too cute tits nor her buttocks. One fucking hour of caresses and kisses everywhere except on the mouth to tame her then she told me that the water was too cold while we should rather go in a dark corner of the beach where nobody was.

She was very hot when I entered a finger into her. I like this kind of girls, very expressive “oh yes go on do not stop”. I would have been able to fuck her there just like that but had a guy there who looked for some gold with his metal detector and who turned all around us, then guys who went for a pee in the sand not far then well I was not able to. We went in my car, she led me near a monastery or I do not know what, on a parking which dominated Martigues. This girl has a hot body, small breasts not flat and a small convex bottom. I licked her then fucked her on the back seat, it was nice. When she came, she was shaken by incredible cramps, it was funny. She admitted to me being allergic to the latex, nevertheless we put a condom… Then, apart if she inverted them and gave me a special without I notice it such a conjurer, I understand nothing in her story of allergy.

She came against me during half an hour after the sexual intercourse, our two bodies recovered from the effort. Whereas I, I looked at this monastery by beginning to freak out of if there were ghosts or something… well, her, she quietly fell asleep. I woke her up and returned her at her home. A kiss and go to bed.

I returned, the wind in the window arranged my hair, with the head up galvanized by the sense of accomplishment.

I didn’t do it because the Coach had tried to fuck a girl on my bed during a party, but because I liked this girl all the same. Finally one who understood everything. The other side of the coin it is that I had pain in the cock. Finally that allowed me to put back the ball to the center with the Coach also because he had a little pissed me off lately. Like : I invited him to sleep at my home several times, invited to my birthday, made him go for free in two Champagne Showers, etc. and he had never invited me anywhere except once “Yeah nursing party next week that is going to be too good I call you if I go there and we go together?!
– OK good.” 10 days later “there is nursing party soon, right ?
– ah sorry I went with another buddy it was goooood!
– Ah”. So when he talked about a party on the beach, I harassed him. Finally here we are, a few days later he apparently knew that I had seen her but he did not know if I had screwed her, he came to tell me “yeah buddy I hope that you know that I would never screw a girl with whom were you before… I have values !
– Why ? A girl only belongs to herself.” In brief, he says that but he contacted all the same on FB quite a lot of princesses of my friends’ list thus that a little irritated me this bad faith.

I find these summer evenings very poetic. May the God of the Game be with you !

PS: otherwise, a funny anecdote… I forgot my session FB opened at a buddy. He connected, was been thought of as me, tried to pick up a girl, got invited at her home to screw her then he went there while she waited for me. Obviously, she said no. Needs to stop thinking that I fuck only easy girls, eh. It is because I make them feel comfortable and because I understand them blockings (in particular the social pressure) that I have good results.