Category: Diary of a French PUA

Le 20 mai 2016,

May 20, 2016,

It has been a bit difficult for me lately. I was really lost (except between the thighs of my darling).

1 / First of all, at work, it’s hard. Very difficult ! I do not feel very comfortable in my new office and the pace of work is very difficult to follow.

 

I do it all: accounting, pay, social, statutory audit, etc. It’s very formative, but hey, I’m not sure I’m determined enough to do consulting in the firm and chartered-accountant to endure another three years of training like this. Seriously, I am rarely at home before 8h-8h30pm. So it really makes long days, but the pay is good. In these times when I do not know what the Labour Law (said law “Bel Khonrie”) reserves us, I wonder if it would really be an idea to shoot me in the foot by resigning. But I think about it all the same.

Well, my colleagues are nice, at least in appearance. One of the bosses is cool and a mature guy explains a lot of things, staying modest. But, on the other hand, there are many assholes in this office. A thirty-year-old, for example, explains things to me but makes me feel that I am inferior to him (he is probably complexed because he only has a HNC). A young associate accountant has a slap head: every time he speaks to me, I feel like he is making fun of me, I want to hurt him but I hold back because he is associated . I have the impression that the guys believe proving their manhood by playing big dicks who have a big mouth. They also stare at girls’ ass ostentatiously.

A collaborator is fat but allows herself to talk about guys (including me) as objects and criticize physics. She makes remarks that make me a little uncomfortable, yet I’m not a tight ass. It’s just rude and inappropriate.

I miss my former office colleague. Besides, I had news from him, he is still unemployed but very happy to have left his job. He is resting a little. He reassured me by telling me that in all the accounting firms where he was, it was that hard.

In addition, I take the post of a girl who resigned but they all loved because she was 3 years and was cute. What pisses me off the most, in fact, I think it’s the remarks I heard at the beginning, from the customers, “the new is less sexy than the former one” or « you are not wearing any skirt, that’s not a good point ». Fucking assholes !

And then, there are these meals in the restaurant all the time with the customers and the associates, where they take aperitifs and digestifs, and wine… and where they call me “pussy” because I do not drink alcohol any more. Ahlala, if they knew what I did in my sex life, they would not talk to me like this and respect me more. What I do not like either, it is their speeches a little scornful, a bit racist. They take everybody for idiots while, in my opinion, there is love to give for everyone. In short, it’s a somewhat pretentious atmosphere, and I can not be myself there, so I remain discreet.

In fact, in front, they pretend to be very nice but I talked a little with everyone in private and they criticize each other in the back. For example, there is one who has a HNC but who tells anyone who wants to hear that he has the same level as the accountants through his 7 years of experience. So he wanted to go into status frame but the partners refused so now he wants to leave and criticize people from behind. Behind the golden aspect of the cage, we must not forget that there are bars. Even if they seem nice when they bring croissants, cigarettes and coffee in the morning, they piss me off because I want to lose weight. We are definitely not on the same wavelength.

There are some remarks that did not go well from the bosses. I had to take stock, they told me it was simple and everything, it would take 10 minutes: I had work for three days. So they were like I was slow and that disappointed them… then when they wanted to look at the file more closely, they realized that it was not so easy. Otherwise, one morning (one time) I arrived around 9:15 instead of 9 am because of a bus that passed with 10 minutes late. The partner who was there has a nervous breakdown and told me “you have to get your fingers out of your ass, Fabrice.” But the next day we had a meeting with a client and he was 45 minutes late but did not apologize. So basically, because he pays me, he can talk to me like a shit ?!

These are the reasons why I do not know if I will stay. I respect myself. Of course it’s better than my old firm and it’s mostly better paid. I do a lot more things and the files are more interesting and prestigious so I will have a better level thanks to this experience. But still, something is wrong… Do I have to work to live or live to work? Is it the price to pay to make money later, giving them three years of my life like that? In addition, if I did not have my girl (or if she dumps me), I do not see when I would flirt or fuck: I do not do much other things than my job. I am tired all the time. I have the stress of all deadlines (VAT before the 21st of the month, the DSN before the 15th, payrolls at the end of the month, etc.) But on the other hand, I do not want to be a loser without work either.

2 / Then I noticed something weird on Facebook. In fact, as I told you last time, with The Teacher we have created a common profile on Tinder for orgies. For this, we registered from a phony email address and we did not put pictures of our faces or our names, just our first names. Basically, there was nothing that could normally connect us to our true identities or our real Facebook accounts but…

But despite this, the cursed social network makes us plenty of suggestions from friends who are not insignificant. These are people we have in our contacts (she or me), people we had in our contacts (such as exs) and people we met in life without ever adding us or talking to us on Facebook. This is where it becomes super creepy.

We have not joined any group of libertinage and yet Facebook suggests us as a friend a guy we have spoken a long time in the club libertine. Facebook also offers my acupuncturist, which I did not even note the last name. There are my sweetheart’s co-workers and also some girls from Aix I kissed in some parties and whom I never got in touch with.

Maybe these people searched me on Facebook and that’s how Zucky made the connection between us? But frankly, I’m moderately convinced, it would surprise me, especially for my acupuncturist. I really feel like being spied on. Maybe via geolocation? What is the next step ? Do we still have a bit of control and freedom in our lives?

3 / Finally, we went as a couple to a libertine foam party. When we arrived at the club, we started to fuck directly. In fact, our challenge was to fuck in every room of this giant sauna, which is by the way the biggest in Europe.

For starters, I got sucked in the glory hole, this famous hole in which you put your tail by not knowing which girl is blowing you on the other side of the wall (or even if it’s a girl… just kidding). I watching a cute exhibitionist sucking a guy who could not get hard because I was watched (poor guy). I also saw a blonde in her forties get fucked by eight guys in a row (gang bang). She was not exceptionally beautiful, but not ugly either, so I admit that it excited me a bit.

In short, we achieved in our bet and my darling enjoyed like crazy. She could not handle it anymore. She had powerful orgasms like never before in her life for several hours. Guys watched me fucking with crazy eyes, as if I was the Terminator of the cock. It was a pleasure.

And then, the club has finally dumped the foam in the largest room: we were find, dancing all naked in the hot foam. It made odd sensations but pleasant. I ended up fucking there, standing doggy style, with people nearby who were quietly boozing at the bar. It was a mess. Some were watching us with a smile. It was a really surreal but nice atmosphere.

It was really a good night. Besides, there were some nice asses (two or three), but most of the girls were a little too fat for my taste. Or too old. I feel very good with my girlfriend, in fact, so I do not see girls the same way. I see them with a spectator’s eye, not with a hunter’s eye.

My girl gives me a lot of fun and we try really cool stuff so I also love the life of a couple and do not feel too much need for pick up. However, she still makes some unwarranted nerve crises from time to time but I now know how to calm her so she begins to learn how to handle them.

By the way, at the end of next week, we have a date with a hot girl met on Tinder for a threesome. So far, they have all flaked at the last moment. But we continue to connect to our Tinder account because we come across some sacred phenomena and we find it funny: a dyke who has never touched a guy proposed me to fuck her without my girlfriend (I refuse anyone who wants to fuck me without my girlfriend now), a fat ugly girl begged us to fuck her, a weird woman with piercings everywhere spoke to us like virgins because we did not want to hurt her in bed with a whip and pegs (she says we’re too young and soft for her), etc.

May the God of the Game be with you!

April 12th 2016,

Hi guys,

Long time I have not published but you will understand WHY in three stages. Today, I will tell you:
1) that I housed a friend and his girlfriend at home;
2) why I do not want to see the girl of the SPU again;
3) that I went for the first time in a libertine club.

Part 1: The friend who made a sextape at home with my webcam and my sextoys

A friend of Lyon’s lair got knocked out by his roommate (he was paying « under the table ») when he invited his girlfriend to join him for the Easter weekend. This friend is quite tortured because he hesitates to go to living in Brussels with this Polish… but, on the other hand, he met her after only a month of game and he knows he could have much better if he was moving his ass. The worst thing is that he himself says that she is physically “average” (face and body) !

So, they were two in the street. I therefore offered to lodge them since I left on Friday evening in Aix at my parents’ home for the Easter weekend. We forcibly spent deux days together (from Thursday to Friday evening) and then I left my apartment for a few days. During our co-location, I found her shitty and impolite. For example, when we ate together: she came out of the table and put herself on the bed with her cell phone. When she talked, she had really fixed ideas: for example she told us that her ex (man) sucked the cock of a friend from time to time. Then I told him that he was a bit homosexual but she told me that “AH NOT AT ALL THEY WERE JUST FRIENDS !
– Ok !”

And then, they do not have much to say to each other: she makes the bitch half the time, can not stand teasing, and so on. She smokes when he hates it, drinks a lot of alcohol and does not play sports while he is a sportsman… She requires him to take medicines because she finds that he snores and she pisses him for a lot of other shitty stuff. For his part, he is not all white: he is manic and has no tact… For example, he loves to repeat in front of people, what he was told in private. For example, in front of her “You, Fabrice, told me the other day that she and I would not stay long together in Brussels and that she would be a pain in my ass!
– heuuuuuuuuuuuu … yeah … well you are not looking like the ideal couple!”

In fact, everyone tells them not to make this bullshit, but it does not matter. Part of the problem is that my buddy has no real results since he “is” with her. And the other part of the problem is that she is with him because she wanted a couple and was looking for someone rather than because they are really made to be together. Basically, she said “I want to be a couple”… and as she met him at that time, imposed that frame on him. He, wanted sex so he accepted. And now, I do not know if it is by guilt or self-sabotage but since that day, he does not do anything on the field. However, he is motivated to go out… but the problem is that once on the field, he does not try anything (if he is pushed into the ass, he says that it is because he is stressed that he is petrified but if you do not push him, he does not do better). And the worst thing is that at the end of the evening, he gets annoyed because he is angry that he did not try any move.

For me, he will be blocked as long as he is with her! But, to break up and impose what one wants (to make choices as opposed to let oneself carry and hope that it is done on its own), one must learn to assume his balls !!!

Another anecdote: he had a job offer at 40k€ in Lyon that would have allowed him to stay (knowing that he has less diploma and experience than I who makes only 20k €) but he refused by saying to the recruiter that he would “have the impression of bragging” at that price. Knowing that he was taken and everything, and that at this moment he does not earns more than 30k €, he only found this shit to say: for me it is unconsciousness. If it is not self-sabotage to go to Belgium with this girl… And again, if he was really sure of his choice : but he is really bad, he hesitates, and so on. When one is really in love, one knows it, I guess!

Finally, when I came back from my weekend in the south, he told me that they had fucked a lot and that they had a lot of fights too… And that they had used my sextoys and made a sextape with my webcam. It really annoyed me : frankly you help someone and he does shit with your stuff like that… no manners! Anyway, he had nevertheless thoroughly cleaned my studio and everything. So let’s forget it!

There, at the last news, he finally decided to go to Belgium because his bitch has already signed a lease (she forces him a little more). I hope i twill be a good adventure for him… but his girlfriend’s attitude reminds me of Virginie’s, just before it starts declining between us.

Part 2: the girl from the street was starting to get too attached but my heart was already taken

I saw again the sex-bomb met in street pick-up at the end of March. It is a pity that I can not put pictures of some of my girlfriends here because it would be worth it (but it would be a big ethical problem)! So that you get an idea, she looks a bit like Marylou, the one to whom I dedicated my Diary of a French PUA 1. Moreover, for the anecdote, I learned that Marylou is today married with the guy with whom she was already at the time she sucked me.

So, on a Friday night, the SPU girl proposed to come back to my place around 10pm. I said “no it’s too late” because I was just recovering from a kind of flu. She outbid “then at 8:30 pm, I cancel the meal with my girlfriends for you”! I found this wow! When she arrived, she had brought a gift for me and everything. The girl had gone a bit in needy mode just because I fucked her well once. She even said prefering sex with me than Easter chocolate! That means a lot to me !!

We had a good evening: I made her come three or four times. She decided to suck me but I did not feel anything, it was not awesome, too bad! She also tried to get fucked without a condom but I resisted the temptation. On the other hand, she still smokes a lot between orgasms… In fact, she excites me because she is very beautiful but that’s all: she does not match me more than that! That said, I’m still flattered and surprised that a hot, beautiful and rich (she comes from the chic district of Lyon, goes out in expensive clubs and everything) become mad about a guy who picked her up in the street and can consider that it becomes serious with…

I took her back to the last metro and she said “I hope we see each other soon”: I did not assume to say no. I just did not answer. Since then, I do not answer her texts. It’s bad, I know, but hey… I do not want her to become attached and disappointed. I prefer to play the asshole so that she has no regrets! For me, as far as I am concerned, my heart is already taken. Fabrice found his Fabricette : The Teacher!

If I have not published for a while it’s mainly because I spend my weekends and most nights of the week in autarky with my darling. I do not know what happens to me. I thought I’d have a hard time stopping FuckClose… but it’s OK, in fact, the detox. On the few evenings when we’re not together, we call, I’ve never done that before. I think of her often. She makes me laugh, usually it was that me who made laugh the girls but she is really nice and funny.

I do not remember having felt that one day for a girl. So, yeah, it corresponds to the symptoms of love as described in the literature. But fuck! I struggled with all my strength, I kept fucking elsewhere for several months. Now I think I will surrender and take advantage of this chance. In fact, I wanted to make sure it was the big love, because I know you can quickly get your head up and be disappointed. It makes me very frightened and she too by the way!

I’m not 100% sure : maybe we’ll have an argument in a while and break up. But, at least, I’ve lived through this. It will make me one more experience in my career. Even if it is a different experience. That said, for now, I am projecting with The Teacher to the point of talking about having children together in a few years.

I believe that before her I was incapable of falling in love. I mean that I felt affection for babes but that was never like that! And above all, never to the point of thinking of stopping the field for them! For example, the other day there was a girl from Adopte who called me back for a date, and I answer “noooooooooooo”: I would have destroyed her ass in another space-time but I resisted.

I wonder if it’s up to the girl in herself that I cracked? It must be said that she is a bomb: 1m60, 45kg, 90D, we see her small abs on her belly and she squats. Intellectually, she is super interesting and open-minded. She takes care of me (will this attitude last?) For example, the other day I hurt my back: she took an appointment with the doctor for me and made me a massage in the evening and everything… She has a nice face too, she is well typed Italian. She has many important qualities in my eyes: she does not smoke, does not drug, her mother has not become fat, etc. Or is it up to me? The fact that I grow old, that I live alone in Lyon, that I move on in my life, and so on. In short, I do not want to idealize her too quickly : she is rather anxious for example!

Attention, there are some stuff that make me wonder: the other day she called me names (it’s almost normal that a woman be bitchy from time to time, right?) So far the relationship was a cloudless blue sky but there first problem. She sulked all night before finally, the next day noon, empty her bag. I do not like the capricious like that… In fact, I would have made an awkward remark suggesting that she was not good enough for me and she was afraid I would leave her (overinterpretation). Apart from that, overall, we pull each other up for now. So, am I afraid of losing her too? Yes. Especially if she starts changing her attitude now that she considers me more acquired.

Well, if it does not work, so be it! At least I would have lived something else than pure game on the field with new pussies all the time. And if it works, well, so much the better, because the goal of my personal development, initially, was still to be with a smart hottie. I have experienced many disillusions and betrayals along the way, but hey… she does not have to pay for the mistakes of others. I want to trust her but if she does it upside down, then it’s over! I believe that I would live a simple life of debauchery like Hank Moody and then that’s all…

Part 3: a fuck in front of people in a libertine club and in live on a site

To spice up our antics and to leave our comfort zone, we decided to test the most famous libertine club in Lyon, with The teacher. In fact, who says libertine club, does not necessarily say “swinger club”. There are a lot of other types of libertinage!

Since it is a common fantasy for us, we decided to go there just to recognize the place. Last Friday night, it was €44 for a couple. We were both stressed on the way, a bit like for our first club!

When we arrived, a nice guy gave us towels and condoms. He has somewhat tested our knowledge of the environment, our experience and our values ​​by questioning us casually. We took a staircase and found ourselves in the locker room. There, we undressed and we put our belongings in a locker.

Then we visited the club, on three floors. On the ground floor there is a bar, a sauna, a hammam, a room with sun loungers and a large Jacuzzi. On the first floor, there are rooms with large mattresses. You can close the doors or not. There are also rooms with windows so that other people can watch us. In the basement, there are rooms with accessories to attach those who want to be.

Disappointment ! It was, it seems, a “without” evening: there were few people. Like 4/5 chicks for several tens of guys. The other women were rather old and not too hot. Moreover, we quickly found ourselves encircled by a dozen of men.

In the jacuzzi, some were jerking themselves by watching at Le Prof. Others came to sit beside us to chat, with the cock in the air. They stroked her breasts a little and tried to touch her but she said no. So they respected. I did not say anything to spoil her pleasure or look needy but it should not be the same logic in this environment. It should be done when it pleases both, not if it pleases one and the other can endure. I was sad a little. Almost all came talking to me to propose a trio with my girlfriend. I did not understand if they were bi or if they just wanted to fuck my wife and ask me for permission as if she was a merchandise. Some tried to make salacious proposals when I had my back turned but she had an exemplary attitude.

I do not blame them, as lonely men, they paid €72 the entrance so I understand that they remain hungry if they do not fuck. On the other hand, for this price, they could have taken a good training of seduction and go in club libertine with girls.

So we were all naked in the hot water talking and then we decided to go fucking just the two of us. We told the guys we would take a room with a window so they could watch us. In the room, we started kissing against the wall but there were holes in the wall and some put their cocks inside. So, we went to the bottom of the room on the big mattress: I fingered her (1 orgasm) then licked her (2 orgasms). After, she sucked me in a lying position. That’s where three guys managed to get into the room (I had apparently not closed the door). They were asked to go out and all but no! And they closed the door to prevent other people from coming in with us!

The others grumbled outside, they wanted to come too and everything. It looked like sex-starving people, it was super-oppressive. There was also a woman in the lot, a sort of Peruvian, who said, “Can I go home? I am a girl !” But hey, we did not see her face or anything so we said no. The three guys lay down beside us and stared at us.

Certainly, it was rather respectful as environment: they called us by our first names and everything. Nobody judges anything, but hey. They tried to touch my girl, she said no, so they respected for 5 seconds but it did not stop them from insisting, going back to the charge… there is even one who, failing to touch, had fun blowing on heer clito at 10cm distance.

At the moment when she took a doggy position, they all got on their knees before us, cock in hand, like soldiers at attention. And they masturbated, one asked “Can I come on your breasts?
– no”. So they enjoyed on the mattress and walked in it.

Finally, it was 3am and a great dressed bouncer came to tell us that the club was closing. We did not see the time pass. She sucked me and I finished quickly in her mouth. We got dressed but we did not have time to wash (there were showers everywhere). Too bad because it was very hot in the club, we were sweating quite a lot!

We left and I was a little bit sad, to tell you everything. Seeing that she was the princess and all that. They all complimented her and when they spoke to me it was only to compliment me on the breasts, beauty or ass of my girl. She told me that this is exactly what she felt when we made threesomes with girls who were not really bisexual. So, according to her, it was only the return of the stick… <3 (love is less than three).

If I understood correctly, we have to go for the couple, mousse or youth parties. There, it was an empty evening, because of the school holidays. It was full of sex-starving people who took advantage of the fact that this was our first time to abuse a little… But we will go back there in better conditions to make a real opinion. I hope to see a little sexy babes too (so to rinse my eye).

Currently, the plan is to find a true bisexual girl to have fun all as much. This idea restores my morale because this adventure certainly made me aware of my chance to have her but also made me want to fuck others to re-prove myself, to reassure me.

So we signed up on a libertine site. Above, many sex-starving men and couples have contacted us, but the babes alone are rude and do not respond in general. So bad ! So we tested the “live” function. In fact, the concept is that we can fuck in front of our webcam and that people online watch us and comment.

On returning from the club, she was like a crazy girl. The good news is that we did not stop fucking during the weekend! And once, we did it in front of the camera. We had over 500 people watching and encouraging us.

On the other hand, like at the club: they were almost all on her, except for a few gays and two or three chicks. They said she is superb and everything but for me, nothing at all !!! Really, I feel like I have no value in these conditions. Finally, I exaggerate, some have nevertheless greeted my performance… But hey, the thing is that, before, it was she who was fighting to have me and there I saw these experiences of libertinage as if she was the price in the relationship and I the lucky to have her…

Finally, we fucked for more than an hour like that, it was very exciting, I had an awesome orgasm and she had 3 or 4 extraordinary too. We must be a little exhibitionist, in fact!

At the libertine club, there was nevertheless a very pleasant feeling of non-judgment, all this seemed very natural for everyone. Afterwards, when we came out and we found ourselves place potting in front of the normal bars, it was weirdy. As if we had emerged from a little bubble… We spoke with a libertine guy from the club on the way back, he explained to us having started with his girlfriend of the moment but since that day he has difficulty to find a girlfriend because it scares people in general as soon as he talks about the libertine world.

For the anecdote: the following Saturday evening, we went in a normal bar. We found it a lot less healthy. We found girls who were receptive to the idea of ​​making a threesome but were very strong to feel guilty or to be afraid of the judgment of others so none went to the end of the process. They disappeared in the bar after saying that they were interested… Out of nowhere, there’s even one who said that she found me “not my type but OK”: I found it disrespectful, fuck! Why are girls going to judge us like that? Me, when a lousy one speaks to me, I make sure not to hurt her if I’m not interested… but the lambda chicks are apparently much more cruel than the lambda guys.

Other news : next Monday I’ll start my new job. And I hold on without Zoloft. So, my life is improving, I think… I also lost some weight, I will continue like that! And finally, I did a STD test and I have nothing! Cool !!!

May the God of the Game be with you!

April 2nd 2016,

I am living the last days of my subscription on Adopteaguy, which I decided not to renew…

Yesterday (Friday afternoon), it was already the weekend in my head at work so I went for a ride on Adopte. It was on this occasion that I started talking with Florence: “Florence offers you the opportunity to talk with her. Do not hesitate to send her a message to try to land in her basket!
– I have the impression that our professions are quite similar [On our profiles: I “penguin hunter”, she “trainer of flea circus”].
– Yes, we seem to be in the animal-man!” But you’re hunting, I’m training, it’s another state of mind ^^
– I’m hunting and after I’m training
– I do not let myself be trained so easily! But I can let myself be hunted, if the hunter suits me…
– You would also like to be trained for once
– Maybe ! I am up for new experiences!
– So there is a lot to try you’ll forget about fleas
– I hope you do not have any flea!
– if I had you would have come with me in the shower anyway
– What if I’m hydrophobic?
– If you’re hydrophobic we do not do anything because I do not like the girls who do not wash
– Shit… But how do you think I do to practice my job, must have something to do!
– I think I prefer the hypothesis of the shower together. Are you hydrophobic?
– Not at all ^^ I like water! I am a hot water fish
– I can tell you, it’s going to get hot.
– I had understood that! Just for the minute a little more serious, I read in your novel-description – that I appreciated by the way – that you seek “just to start meetings without headaches, placed under the sign of the” adventure and fun… “. That’s good, me too! We may be able to get along with it ^^
– you should visit me in the early evening, I’ve got to go to the gym after work
– Why not ! It depends on where I am in my job, I have a lot to do. I talk to you in the end of the afternoon to tell you where I am and if it is feasible. Sweat well!
– Okay ! I will be back home a little before 7 pm
– I think I’ve worked hard for today. So I could meet you at the end of the day… Can you make me want to come?
– Yes . Where do you live ? You already want to come
– I do not live in Lyon, but it’s not a problem.
– OK girl. Do you want to take your shower with me then?
– I’ve already taken one. But maybe I’ll take another one with you later But let’s be clear, I can tell you no at any time. Would you respect that?
– LOL OK. Park in the bir hakeim
– Okay. I can be there within 45 minutes I guess, that’s good for you?
– Yes, if you want to take a shower
– Why ? It’s too early ?
– No because you come to my house and I want to shower
– Take your shower then ^^
– No it’s less exciting. So are you getting cold feet or are you coming?
– I am coming ! Why, do you have someone else on hold?
– no LOL
– I arrive around 7 pm in the square.
– Ok I live next door
– I am in the square.”

After only a few hours of discussion, I had in front of me a pretty little blonde with green eyes who is climbing and who lives in Vienna. She is 27 years old, which is also my age. We drank tea at home and we talked. She is a school teacher, just like my accomplice (for whom I am leaving Adopte).

She was tense “this is the first time I do this, it’s crazy to go to a guy I do not know”. After an hour of conversation, I offered to go taking this famous shower together. She said she wanted to, but did not know if she could. “I’ll help you”: I took her by the hand to screw her in the bathroom. There, I undressed her and she undressed me. She kissed me and finally, panic attack… SUDDEN DEATH OF GAME! There was nothing more to do, she dressed like a rocket and left like a fury. To retain her, I told her about the concept of “comfort zone” and everything, but it had no effect: she said she would think about it and disappeared!

Well, I do not care, I at least could kiss her, caress her little breasts and her nice ass. After she left, I masturbated and I watched a movie. I slept well !

Today (Saturday), I met a 42-year-old MILF. I was talking to her for several days on Adopte so it was urgent to conclude because my subscription ends soon.

“Hello
– Hello beautiful
– Ah it’s always nice to take compliments !!
– Good for you I liked your phrase “the essential is the quality of the moment”
– Yes yes but it can be confusing, some think I am for the one night stands… what does not make me dream much
– the important thing is thathe it is not a bad lover
– Yes…
– And so if you sent me a message is that you would like to meet me then?
– Yes you are intriguing with your 20 pages that I started to read but that I did not finish you know !!
– So do you prefer to come to my house or me to come to your house? It gives you time to finish reading tonight
– No for a first date I prefer an appointment outside. If you meet women who invite you to her home without knowing you then go! it must be very rare
– Of course there are plenty of women who come to me It’s a limiting belief so that it’s up to you to see if you want to have a drink here
– If you really want to meet me you will make “effort” to have a drink outdoors, if not, too bad for you
– If you want me to make you orgasm you’ll make the effort to come to my house tonight
– At least, it’s clear!!! You are very confident and you will make me derogate from my principles you. But not tonight is not the right time of the cycle…
– No problem we can meet up week then? Yes, but having principles is not necessarily the best thing for your own pleasure
– Yes but find myself between 4 walls with someone I do not know, who knows maybe a psychopath like there is a lot on this site, I do not know if I will take the step
– In life, do you always imagine the worst?
– No no but as you saw I’m not 20 years old, I have a bit of experience, and it happened twice I tell myself “luckily I’m not in his home” !!!
– Yeah but never did you think this guy could have offered me a night out of time I could have enjoyed without judgment but I regret not having dared?
– Yes probably
– So next week you come
– This weekend are you there, Saturday afternoon?
– Yes.
– Don’t you want to go down at least the time I see you anyway before going up with you ??”

At the appointed hour she was there, in front of my door. A very classy woman, a beautiful brunette with Maghrebian origin, well preserved. With green eyes on a dull skin, the charm does not age. I went looking for her downstairs and she went up without any resistance.

We talked for about an hour. She told me “at my age, I have no time to wait”. She also told me that she found it very flattering that a young person of my age took an interest in her and that she hoped to take advantage of it because she did not like the guys of her age at all. She prefers vigor!

I took care of her, she sucked me and fucked too. I finished her on all fours. She told me it was the first time she had sex with a guy after only 1 hour of conversation.

When she left, she was broken and asked me if I was always taking so good care of the women’s bodies. It’s very flattering…

Concerning my relationship with The Teacher, I think the “very serious” begins now. Well, I know that a relationship that works is a fairly delicate balance… so I do not know if our relationship can work without I pick women up on my side… the future will tell! I have to throw myself into the big bath and try to find out.

May the God of the Game be with us…

March 31th 2016,

I am no longer as scandalous as I used to be. Because of my work, my depression and the fact that I no longer drink alcohol, I have become “soft”… Some will say that it is a good thing, others that I get old. I do not know, it’s just the way it is. Nevertheless, I did a rather crazy thing last night.

I had picked up a chick on Adopte last week. After a few messages, she warned me she’s deaf. In fact, she was born like that because of a genetic disease (shitty mutation of a fucking gene). I had never slept with a handicapped person before and she was still cute, so I opened my mind and continued to seduce her.

Last night, she came to my house, we drank a tea, she sucked me like a hungry and we fucked doggy style standing against my desk. As she was small and light, I even took her in rather acrobatic positions. Finally, she asked me to squirt her face and said she loves it. It was nice: I put sperm in her hair too, just like in There’s Something About Mary.

Once we finished our business, we ate pasta together and that’s when she confessed to me that I’m only the third guy she had sex with in her whole life… but she precised that she loves sex. She revealed that she masturbates regularly.

Because of her disability, I had a hard time understanding what she was saying, and she could not understand me, but it was a rewarding experience. Her level of self-confidence was close to zero, I hope that having tested my cock will help her. I tried to be very positive, understanding, I insisted that she is sexy and that she should take advantage of life (many guys would be delighted to kiss a pretty girl like her… despite her deafness).

Finally, all this to say that even if you are handicapped, you can meet people and have fun.

I was thinking about stopping my diary because I thought all my meetings were all alike (and it’s a bit true) but this little slut showed me that I was wrong then I will continue a little.

Moreover, as if to encourage me to continue my fables of modern womanizer : I had this evening a date with a 27 year old girl who had approached me on Adopteaguy.

This is a pretty damn rider working at Starbucks. We shared a glass of red wine and the discussion was very interesting. This chick has a great frame of mind. She loves sex and assumes it. She hates the girls who play the princesses. She admits that sometimes she fucks a guy just to fuck a guy because she wants sex (but she needs to like him a minimum).

She explained to me how she selects the guys on Adopte: people who have no conversations and do not assume their intentions (or who are afraid of an enterprising chick) piss her off so she grants a great importance to description. She claims I’m the first she met on this site… is this the truth or did she just want to flatter my ego to make sure I fuck her?

She tried Once as well… but the guys she met did not want to fuck right away (they were playing their little girl who wants to know each other better before considering anything) so she left.

The majority of the naughty encounters that she does is apparently in the parties. She also realizes that a chick a little cute can easily have fun with almost the guys she wants (anyway even a girl just a bit pretty can easily fuck very hot guys by playing the enterprising slut). She thinks she would be wrong to deprive herself, and I think so too. Her father gave her the following advice: “my daughter, enjoy life, you do not care about the opinion of the others.” She also testifies that most of her friends who play “the saints” girls in front of the guys are actually as naughty as she is (they are just more hypocritical). I had already noticed that, but her speech confirms it.

According to her, we men, are big naive who believe more and more in the charming princess. I also noticed that. Some even prefer to remain in the illusion rather than open their eyes.

We talked about the friendzone too. She confirmed that “yes, there are categories: if a guy is a buddy, I do not plan to sleep with him at all”. After talking almost an hour, we kissed each other. That’s when she warned me that she hated the pussy-licking because it makes her feel bad when one touches her clit. Then she became very wild. She undressed, put me naked rather violently before kneeling in front of me and sucking me. She pumped me in a very powerful way, shaking very fast and squeezing me hard. She also made sucking movements on my cock: I had not often experimented with this method. On the other hand, she absolutely did not want me to guide her head with my hand.

Seeing her playing the domineering bitch like that transcended me. We intertwined, we played to tackle the other against the other, it was horny. Fortunately, moreover, she had less physical strength than me. At one point, I pressed her against my window and fingered her as she tried to turn around to jerk me. Then I took her doggy standing, plated on my table. Her little pussy was tight. She gave the rhythm by moving her ass even if she was in a submissive position… it was she who was fucking me. I was very excited and she was screaming like crazy so I orgasmed in a few minutes.

During this respite, we went to bed, warmed up and she rode. Then I resumed doggy-style until her orgasm… and she asked me to stop because she was not wet anymore after coming. “It’s a shame, don’t you see this beautiful erection?” I told her… so she sucked me again until I came. She was very exciting, both in attitude and physically speaking.

Then we hugged a little, she got dressed and went back to her place. Now I want to bang a pro porn actress… but I do not know where to find her. It would also be an awesome field report…!

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

The feminist just wanted some soft sex

March 29th 2016 (approximate date because I had not taken notes after these two fucks),

On Tinder, I had approached an 18-year-old brunette who was doing the splits on her profile picture (I detail this because it immediately turned me on) : « Oh a young woman , do you like older guys? » She replied, “I love it! My ex was 26 years old so now it would be weird to go back with someone my age. And you, do you like the younger ones?
– Yes… even if they are little experienced, I teach them.
– Ah, you have so much to teach?
– It seems.
– Pretentious! This becomes interesting…”

As a result, we agreed to meet up yesterday around 6:30 pm and we discussed the rain and the weather in the meantime (that’s how I learned that she had known only one man in her life). Except that, on the eve of the date, she wrote me something that pissed me off “I saw your Facebook page by accident : I do not like your way of thinking, it looks like a performance for you…
– No, it’s not a performance, sex is a good time between 2 people. I am a simple person. I do not want to put pressure on you or anything, it must remain relaxation. I’m always the one with whom you spoke yesterday before you saw my site, you know, I did not turn into a monster, there’s no manipulation or anything that threatens your anonymity.
– I do not know… you give advice, you boast about what you do, etc. I’m just trying to have a good time. I’m sorry, I know it’s going to annoy you but I’m really blocking since I saw your site.
– So much the worse… it is true that it is a bad idea to come to a guy you know that he has experience in bed and that he will not judge you. What are you afraid of, seriously ? I have no illness or anything and I am honest with you. In fact, it may be an excuse to get cold feet, but in that case, it’s not like that you will enjoy life and learn sex. In fact, you might have wanted me to lie to you?
– But, in fact, I do not want to learn, I do not consider it as a science but as a feeling between two people. I’m not looking for an excuse, it’s just that I do not feel like it…
– From my point of view, you are 100% wrong, but you are still young, you have to learn to think for yourself to see where your interest is.
– We do not have the same point of view, that’s all. There is not necessarily one that is better than the other.
– Well… you talk about exact science stories and all this stuff while I talked about it nowhere so I guess you did not understand or you do not want to understand.
– Perhaps I did not quite understand your way of thinking then… but what I see is that you speak in terms of” method “,” techniques “and” number of conquests “whereas I speaks in terms of feeling.
– It shows that you have not read anything. I speak in terms of personal development to become more seductive and understand the chicks. There’s no manipulation in there. As for the number of conquests, I am obliged to speak of it to be credible but I no longer count…
– You’re not trying to be good with someone, you’re just trying to be with someone, anyone, as much as possible… That’s what I understood and I do not like.
– I do not take anyone, no, I need to be seduced ! Do not pretend that you have read my blog because it shows that you have not understood the concept. Afterwards, if you prefer getting a headache and everything rather than enjoying, it’s your choice and I find it stupid… but I cannot help. We cannot help people against their will. It’s up to you to see where your interest is!
– I am afraid of regretting this it if I meet you. I think you missed your chance, too bad.

– Lol, stop talking as if it was on-sided. Well, I’m not going to kneel for you. A+, my deer!”

I do not know what made her change her mind, but this morning I received « And how would you make me come without kneeling for me ? 😉 » So I landed in her small student’s room, sat on her bed and we discussed a few minutes. Then she took my hand, we kissed, undressed and I licked her until the orgasm. After, I took her doggy style and I could see that her pussy was more than wet. She told me I was really a good lover, that it was too good and that her ex did not fuck her like that. She even pointed out that it was even the first time she was taken so well.

Under my eyes, she even recommended me to one of her friends who, like her, wants to discover sex “He’s a great leg.
– yeah but I do not want to go after you, my friend…”

Here ! I hope this story has allowed you to see how to reassure a girl who is afraid of womanizers. Moreover, we observe in this conversation that the girl wants to enjoy like crazy but that her stupid principles prevent her from living her life to the fullest and to do what she really wants. It’s so sad ! Finally, the response of her friend makes me laugh: she believes that she can afford to be choosy and select on stupid criteria… as if there were plethora of sexperts in Lyon! It personally does not bother me to fuck a girl who also slept with one of my friends. In short, it was a typical reply from a half-virgin woman, that!

But be careful, the story is not over. Around 8 pm, I ran to the train to go back home and I barely had time to shower : a girl was already knocking at my door.

My second date of the day was a medical student. On her Tinder photo, she was wearing a surgeon’s mask, so I approached her as follows: “Nice mask.
– Thank you. Unfortunately, I could not keep it.
– So much the better. It will be more convenient to kiss you.”

This chick was claiming to be a feminist and totally liberated. She said she was not afraid to go to a boy and fuck him on the first date because she has a black belt in karate (so she was sure she could defend herself if needed). You will understand, fucking her was not difficult. Fucking her well, however, was more: I was very tired after a day of work (I prefer not to talk about it) and the first pussy!

Post-coitus, we discussed and the girl talked about stuff like “Equal post, a woman earns less than a man, do you find it normal?
– No…”

Then she said with considerable assertiveness that women were always harassed in the street. So I asked her if it was her case and she replied “No, but many tell it on the Internet.
– OK…”

Well, I know that I will not see her again because she looks weird. Plus, sex wasn’t awesome : she absolutely did not want to be submitted : so no doggy or blowjob… all this to be thought of a liberated woman!

May the God of the Game be with you!

March 22th 2016,

News:

Last week, I shut down 1 girl on Tinder and 2 on Adopte! I am quite proud of myself. These three chicks wanted to come to my house and fuck me (not all at the same time)… I was kinda interested, but at the last moment I want to sleep, play sports or stay quiet. I behave a little like a little girl now.

I want something else now… First of all, I have less desire to fuck chicks just for fucking chicks. So my contenders must be hot but also motivate me by their discussion and all this crap (I do not want to make more effort than they do). Then, I want to devote more time to my darling, The Teacher. She fills me and takes a lot of sexual energy, and she deserves me to be more serious because she truly believes in me. Finally, I want to take more care of me (rest, sport, food). It is therefore with great pride that I announce that I have canceled my subscription on Adopte! And I’m going to make a symbolic gesture before being faithful (I can’t stop everything all at once).

Job :

Yesterday, I ate with my future employers. They came to my neighborhood so I did not lose too much time at noon and invited me to a great restaurant. They told me about the insurance they had, what I was going to do exactly as work (there will be displacements) and the modalities of the beginning of my DEC/CAC contract.

They look funny but a bit special though, both of them. One told me how he had counted a libertine club and the other told me when a client made a claustrophobic attack because he was working in an office without a window before (like me, currently). They concluded by saying that as one spends a lot of time in the office, it is important to have a pleasant living environment. I 100% agree what they told me especially after I spent a frozen morning because the boiler is down in my current office. The less fun thing is that one of them mimed an intellectual masturbation as if he had a huge cock right in front of the waitress: I laughed out of politeness but it made him very ridiculous the space of an instant! In short, it cannot be worse and I cannot wait to stop hearing the voice of my shitty boss asking all day and to everyone “what issue are you working on ?!”

Test of Happn:

The other day, when we went to SPU, I was swept away by the whirlwind of my desire for novelties and I installed Happn “find who you meet” in the stride. The idea of ​​this app is to put the users in relation as soon as they intersect within a radius of 250 meters. It is a free French application that tells you when, where and how often you have met a chick. Then you can choose the little heart to try to get in touch or ignore it if she is ugly. If the chick also clicks on the little heart, there is “crush” and you can talk to each other.

For ten days, I pressed all hearts but I was put in contact with only 5 or 6 chicks. And among them, only two really caught my attention: the others were either not very hot, either their conversation was boring, or they wanted a couple at all costs (three things that were unacceptable to me).

My first choice was a little doctor of 26 years. We talked a lot and it was nice… until she asked me “What are you looking for as a relationship?”. I told the truth and it did not please her too much but we agreed to go and have a drink in town and then go home if we liked each other. But, on D-Day, she canceled by saying “I’m not looking for the same thing as you, eventually.” I tried to argue and she replied “I already have enough to satisfy myself in bed, I look for serious, me now.” So I asked her why I would agree to make several dates with her and to wait wisely for her because she wants something serious with me, while another is fucking her (but has the right because she does not want something serious with him). She did not know how to answer me and blocked me.

My other correct crush was a little English girl of 21 years, cute, emigrated to France for a few years and lives on a ranch where there are 11 horses. I also got the fucking question “What are you looking for here?
– I seek nothing and I will see what I find and you?
– if you want nothing you can find nothing ^ ^ I want to meet, have fun and see what to do after ;)”

I was pleasantly surprised by her honesty. From there, I offered to meet up with her. She asked me where. I replied “home” and she came (she said she was lazy to go drinking in town before). It went very quickly and mostly all alone between us. Yesterday evening, just arrived, she said “I put my alarm clock for tomorrow morning” (fuck, it was only 8:45pm and she was already thinking the next day). That’s when I understood that she was going to get in for the night. I did not really like the idea because we did not talk too much about it. But never mind ! Then we compared our apps: she was told that we crossed over to Jean Macé and I was told over Part-Dieu. Find the mistake ! It is not very reliable, this thing, I guess…

Well, if not, we fucked after a few minutes. I was trying to do some discussion but she really ONLY wanted that I fuck her. She kissed me and threw me on the bed and then ordered me “take everything away.” She rushed on me like a crazy in violent mode and then wanted to sit on a chair, that I stand in front of her and that I nicely fuck her in this position. It was pretty exciting! It must be said that she is very muscular: she has the salient abs (due to the horse apparently). She only came once, but I did not want to start over or take anymore care of her. Then she went to bed and fell asleep. It was only 10:30 pm. This morning, when she went to her internship, she woke me up at 6:50am !!! Fucking free whore bitch! In short, I will not see her again because:
– there was quite a lot of grass all the same, but I’m not a goat;
– I do not like that one stays with me when she totally could return at her place at 10 pm;
– She did not suck my dick.

The girl from the street:

News of my little bomb picked up in SPU: since I fucked her, she writes me a lot of texts. And when I do not answer fast enough, I receive “…” She told me that she really wants me to fuck her again and wonders what I would like her to do to me. Or “how chicks reveal their slutty side once you had sex”. Well, next WE it’s Easter, so I go back down to Aix but the next week I would gladly fuck her again. Her ass gave me a very good memory.

To finish: still no news of my fucking brother. Fuck off!

See you, friends!

March 20th 2016,

What’s new lately? Many things.

First of all, I resigned from my shitty job because I found better paid one… and the coolest thing about it is that my boss became crazy when I told him (he probably thought that I was going to be his slave for 3 years). Then, I reframed my fucking brother. Finally, I did an SPU session with buddies during which I took a number. Did I sleep with the girl afterwards, like a boss? The answer in this post.

1/ My resignation in the face

At first I had formally written my letter of resignation and prepared the letter I had given the secretary for her to post from the office. Except that because my former boss is a control maniac, he saw that I had written a letter to the attention of his office… so he decided to open it to see what it was.

BOUM, my letter of resignation in the face… Oh damn! He landed in my office like a fury. He accused me of trying to send a personal mail with his money. I simply answered “no it’s professional”. I also had made an appointment with him with the secretary to explain the reasons for my departure but he was in a hurry and red with anger so I went straight to his office.

I told him that I had heard him speaking in a bad way of me, which he denied formally… while I was not bluffing. I told him that I had found a job paid 700 € more per month, for a number of files divided by two and with a practice of auditing. All that in a class environment with even a window in my office, some toilet paper and light in the toilet.

All he found to answer me is that it is not polite to leave in full tax period. “No, end of April is the end of the tax period”. He had put an abusive clause in my contract of employment saying that one does not have the right to resign between December and April and he thought that he was going to fool me. Then, about the notification, he told me it was two months before quiting the job, but I looked at the collective agreement and it’s only one month because he never gave me the status of an executive. I put it in his ass! Finally, he tried to make me commit myself to finish all my files before leaving. “So you promise to finish all the files before you leave?
– No, I’ll do what I can.” And that’s true, I have a certain professional conscience so I will do what I can but I do not want to be me like my colleague who came back to work for 0€ just because the asshole made him give his word to finish his balance sheets before leaving and getting paid.

In short, he also tried to make me feel guilty by saying I owed him a lot because I was not worth anything when I arrived in his office. Then he told me that I did not deserve such a salary and that they would never keep me. But the salary in question is just the average for an accountant. He wanted to know where I was going but I said no. He was fucking annoyed !!! Like a chick who’d just been dumped, he said “I will have no problem finding someone to replace you. Good luck !”

I felt a bit guilty after this event… and in the evening at home, I suffered from huge crisis of anxiety (I could not stand and even in my bed everything turned as if I was drunk). But I analyzed it as such and I fell asleep quite serenely. When I talked to my shrink, he told me that there was progress since I had not thought directly of death. He is quite pleased with the work and started the process to stop my SSRI medication (I’m happy because I think they probably are not for nothing in the fact that I am getting fat).

I was thinking a bit after that. Like if I was really an incompetent egoist. But a few days later, on my way to the pharmacy, I realized that I did not even have health coverage. While it is obligatorily paid 50% by the employer and 50% levied on the employee’s wage slip since January 1, 2016. I asked why and I was told “you did not request it”. I looked at the legislation and all employees must have it by default unless the employee signed an exemption. Really, some people think everybody is stupid! So I’m leaving without any regret at all.

2/ My brother is an asshole

Since my father keeps telling me about my brother, telling me that he is suffering because of my brother and that it makes him sick: I decided to send to my brother a letter to reframe this asshole. Why a mail? Because he no longer answered the phone and forbade any visit to his family. Well, the first version was really full of insults so I sent it to my parents for their opinion and they soften it. I only repeat in this letter the facts and put the guy face his contradictions. Then I tell him what I think of his fat wife and his shitty attitude towards those who have raised him. I did not even do it for him to read it, I did it for me, to relieve myself.

3/ Street Pick-Up

Last week, I was visited by my mom. Then, on Saturday afternoon, she left. So I went to SPU to change my mind. This is the first session I did in Lyon: I had never found the time/motivation since I arrived in September but one of my padawans has fucked a girl lately so it inspired me !!!

It was as if the God of the Game said to me “you have to go picking up in the street, to silence all the jealous asshole who say to reassure themselves that you are only able to do online dating. ” This is wrong, of course, since I have more than 50% of my FC coming from the Internet but I have also fucked a lot in NPU and Social Circle in Aix and I count a few FC from the street too .

We made groups of two with my friends and I was approaching with the Alsatian dude. After an hour, we saw a group of two cute girls. My opener “we crossed the street to come talking to you”. A fairly normal discussion ensued. Except that my target thought I was 32 years old but I am only 27. Otherwise, she works for getting an accountant diploma so she liked that I tell her that I am practicing public accounting. She gave me her number to “talk about it.”

All week we wrote between 1 and 3 text per day. Nothing extraordinary, just fairly basic discussion, without too much sexualization. And we agreed to meet again last night. She is in Saint-Etienne all week for her studies and does not come back to Lyon until the weekend, that’s why it was so long! We met on the metro downstairs but she wanted to have a drink in town to get to know each other. There is only one bar in the neighborhood and in addition, they closed at 8pm, these losers almost screwed me up. So we walked to Saxe-Gambetta to drink a glass of wine and piss it in the wake.

Then she told me she was hungry. She must have thought that I was going to pay her the restaurant, the naughty girl !!! So I suggested that I bring her to my place to cook some pasta. She was OK. It must be said that I made a lot of fun about it during the week because every time I asked her what she was eating she said “tomato pasta”. When we arrived at my house, we played cards, a lot of different games, and we ate these famous pasta (with vegetables anyway). So far nothing extraordinary.

Except that at around 11 pm she told me she wanted to leave soon. Sitting next to her, I started caressing her back, her thigh. Her reaction: I saw her turn her back, moving away, and so on. So I got up to stand behind her and kiss her neck. She dodged. I turned her in front of me (the chairs are swiveled ones in my living room) and we kissed timidly.

She made me a nasty Last Minute Resistance like “I do not want to deviate from my principles, stop touching me. “ I dug and she told me “I want but I’m not a girl like that so we’ll meet up again next week to go further”. I tried to show her the debility of her reasoning, but she was blocking. “Carpe Diem ! If you have two orgasms next week when we meet again, it’s cool. But tonight we are going to be two to be frustrated (win-win scenario) while you could have two orgasms tonight too! And the freedom of the woman in all that ?!” In fact, next week, I go down to the south to visit my parents so I could not fuck her.

As a result, I went on the offensive. I stroked her and everything and blocked her against me. I passed my hand on her breasts, on her pussy, and so on. It drove her crazy. At one point I wanted to go under her panties and she screamed. Even scolded. “Oulah,” I said to myself. Am I going too far? I do not want to be considered a rapist or anything like that. I then left her a little quiet while the time of the last metro approached. But that’s when she said “You really got it all right.” I asked her to develop her thoughts and she confessed to me that she was excited but that she would mind giving up. I interpreted it as her unconscious mind asking me to continue so that she could overcome her blockage. “I never did anything the first night and I can respect myself thanks to it so leave me alone… yes I want you but we will do it in one week”. For fun, I began to describe the orgasms I wanted to give her, the pussy-licking I wanted to make her, how her legs would be going to shake and everything.

I managed to make the discussion last and to captivate her until the time of the last metro passed (I said yes to everything, that she could leave when it wanted but in fact I was still holding her quite firmly). Then I pressed her against the bed without really holding her… so she could run away if she wanted to. I put again my hand in her thong (persistence) and caressed her clit. She came after a few minutes. She told me it had been a long time since she had done anything. So I put in my other hand and began to finger her. She wanted to smoke a post-orgasm cigarette and think.

Afterwards, she told me to be warm so I took her sweater off her. She less wanted to be prayed from there: I put off her jeans and she opened mine. I have not talked about it yet but she is really hot this girl (in two words she is like I like them that is to say thin with boobs). 1m63, 42kg, blonde with big tits and a nice face. Her ass is not bad too, not too wide. Dressed class, she is a bit haughty because her parents live in Massena, the most bourgeois district of Lyon. Her only real fault is that she smokes a lot !!! Well and her anecdote is that she has a sister and two brothers who were adopted because her parents could not have children. But one day, she was born anyway. She is a kind of miracle of nature!

Well, truce of romanticism, let’s get back to sex. I caught that she had not depilated her pussy (there was some slight regrowth). She said she had done it on purpose to be sure not to sleep with me the first night. I laughed !!! She wanted the light to be turned off. I said “OK”. And then, we discovered a common love for doggy style. She re-enjoyed in spoon. Then afterwards, I fingered her in four-legged position and she came again. “You are making me dream.”

I fucked her for my own pleasure after that and I had a powerful orgasm. She smoked (no joke) and we did it again. She climbed up on me and was about to make me penetrate her without a condom because she was caught up in her enthusiasm but I insisted on putting one and we switched into a hardcore missionary this time (4th orgasm). She has been ecstatic about the fact that I hold for a long time. Then she concluded “I do not regret at all, you took very good care of me”. After she complimented me “how can you be so perfect?
– oh I’m far from perfect. “

She told me what she had thought of me during my approach “you looked serious with your glasses and when you approached me, I did not think you could be such a good lover.
– Well then, why did you agree to see me again?
– To meet new people. » Women’s logic. The only one who believed that we were going to sleep together finally, it was me… and that was enough.

I took her back to her taxi: she had no money but I was lazy to walk her back to Massena, especially since I would have to go home alone so I gave her 10€ for her troubleshoot. Anyway, it was her birthday this weekend so it will be my gift for her (plus the orgasms).

When she got home, she sent me a little text to thank me for insisting and telling me she’d be thinking about it all week. In short, she did something crazy for her birthday. She asked me to keep for myself that she had deviated from her principles “but we have no friends in common …
– yes, but in 4 years we may find ourselves in the world of work because I want to be a chartered-accountant too.
– Bah, I will place you ;)”

I was excited at about 3am because I succeeded (two hours of SPU in Lyon and 1 FC… who says better? Actually I think the different fields come together once we have taken the number so the experience in one pays in the other because the beginner’s luck has its limits anyway). To calm myself down, I watched Le cercle des poètes disparus. I fell asleep after 45 minutes (although it was interesting). That night, I dreamed that the Lair of Lyon played football with a potato and that I scored a goal. Metaphor ?

May the God of the Game be with us for the continuation of this adventure that is called life!

PS: The day before yesterday I went with the Prof to her graduation ceremony to get her own class. And I fucked her in room 215 of the university. To the students who will be there in the future, you will think of me.

March 7th 2016,

This year, there were 29 days in February so I used this bonus day which is not supposed to exist to do a little introspection (which does not mean that I pushed a camera in my ass). I had begun writing my text, that I finished today. Then I’ll tell you how I fucked a brunette who blushed easily.

1/ The introspection

I have thought a lot about my decline in NPU results (less F-closes) in Lyon. I deliberately set aside the fact that this is the fiscal period at the office so I’m very tired.

I sincerely believe that it is due to my aggression of two years ago: I still feel this post-traumatic stress and it is true that it is difficult to pick-up in a simple way when you are stressed for reasons that surpass yourself, when you have dizziness and everything on the field. So, when I go out, the simple fact of going out is already a victory for me: I’m proud of beating my agoraphobia.

Then, I have less desire to pervert the girls here in Lyon than when I was in Aix since I already did the experiments I wanted to do on the field (except the swingers club). So I need new ideas to feel a desire to test them on chicks.

And finally, I do not care because I can fuck a lot of girls online. So it is really the recreation with my friends, that I help my best on the field (and sometimes I leave so they stay with the girls). Anyway, the more pressure I put on myself to get results, the less I think I will succeed.

Otherwise, I’m still disrupted. My dreams speak a lot about death. Either I have to kill someone in my sleep, or they try to kill me. Or one of my relatives dies. They also talk about my studies, for example: “I was told that I did not get my diploma and I have to go back at school”. Or “in fact, I’m not a graduate and I have to go back to university because there’s an exam I’ve forgotten to go to and I’ve just noticed it.” Another variant: I break my neck in a staircase and I get up very stressed. It must be revealing of my deep anxieties all the same… but anyway, I wake up almost every night with tachycardia. It does not help to rest properly!

My brother is still an asshole. But besides, it’s a fucking coward who has no gratitude for those who have raised him. My father “got” the right to go see his grandson 1h every month. How? By shouting my brother violently on the phone. Permitting this visit was a tricky trap: when I got there, my brother’s wife forbade him to take pictures of the baby, a real asshole. Then they started insulting him. They are really crazy. So I began to write a “letter to my brother”, not to make him react (it will surely upset him) but for me, to relieve myself.

I had a job interview last Tuesday. Because, at my office, it it’s a mess, as you already know. I will be better paid, there will be better clients, I will practice audit, etc. I am waiting for my promise to hire to resign.

I fucked so much this weekend with The Teacher that I nearly canceled my date last night as I canceled the one of Saturday afternoon with a lawyer (I actually fell asleep). I have no real desire to pick up at the moment, so I will slow down.

2/ The brunette who blushes

It all started with a message received on Adopte on February 9 (almost one month ago fuck) :
” 20 minutes.
The time I needed to read your profile.
3 smiles.
1 nervous laughter.
1 “fuck, who is this guy”
5 minutes of red cheeks
10 minutes to know if I will write to you or not.
I feel that I will need a phase of introspection before coming to your place. But I already know that I do not want to let you disappear like that.
By the way, I specify in case that I love to make love and that I have no problem walking around in Eve’s outfit and in an enlightened apartment.
I have no conclusion. You killed me. Good night.”

I looked at her profile. She just meets the 10kg rule but does not do sport. I answered because she has a pretty face and I have enjoyed her writing :
“Two hours.
The time I needed to answer.
Time to get up, to go to work, to finish what I did not finish yesterday and here I am on my computer!
You are good if you have read everything in 10 minutes only.
I looked at your pictures, I find you pretty, you look sexy.
So, Eve’s outfit, why not, but for touching each other we will see later (or not)
A date like this would seem very sincere.
I am as much seduced by the personality of a girl as by her physique, and you seem to have both.
You will say that I killed you after a few orgasms.
Good night.”

Then we talked tacitly: “I am curious to know if you talk as much about sex as you write.
– Well, then come to my house and find out.
– Today…?
– No lol but why not tomorrow?
– I have no free night before Sunday 10 pm (or 11 pm).
– Do not worry we’ll see the next week then :)”

Then, she made the interaction last : a stay in Berlin for a week, a week with her parents during the holidays and then I guess she hesitated between flaking or not… I must say that I was hardcore with her: “I will try not to increase the number on the counter with a guy that is not up to it… Besides, if we end up meeting, why do you want this to happen absolutely at your place ? It is a mode of operation engraved in the rock?
– No, we can go to your place if you prefer.
– Neutral location not possible? Would you feel like wasting your time?
– Clearly.
– It has the merit of being clear. I have a small list of questions to ask you and I refrain from asking you now so I can get the general picture in person, including non-verbal communication. And if I could stop feeling like a virgin when I talk to you I’d feel better and it would be good for you.”

So she finally came last night. We talked a lot around a glass of the cider she brought (I appreciated her politeness). She blushed a lot as soon as I began to talk about sex. So I talked about less sensitive topics like her marketing studies (I was sincerely interested in it) before going back to the subject of sex. For the anecdote, she could not formulate her preferred position so she drew it on an envelope. I laughed: she likes everything from behind (doggy style and sodomy) as long as she can masturbate at the same time.

About online seduction: she went on 5 dates, slept with 3 including another Fabrice after three dates (including one at the opera and one at the restaurant). She also met a younger guy who came directly to her place and fucked her while she did not like him, just because she was sex-starved. And finally, another with whom she went to have a drink before going to his place. She confessed to me that she had very few orgasms in her life (except masturbating).

When I saw her blushing because we were talking about sex, I teased her about it and then asked how she would react if I undressed… right now. She said she did not know. So I took my dick out, in front of her. To see what could happen. She did not know what to do. I asked her how she found my cock “I do not know it is a just dick… (skeptical face)… well, I confess, I’m excited and I want to suck it.

So, I let her touch it and then I fingered her against the wall before licking her on my bed. First orgasm. She sucked me to thank me. Then I licked her again and… second orgasm. Then I fucked her doggy style while she touched her own pussy… third orgasm. Finally, I quickly finished on all fours.

She had firm breasts, a lot of charm and nice eyes. But in all that, I must confess that what turns me on the most is novelty. The discovery of a new body even if it is a little less hot than the one of my girlfriend makes me get it hard… it’s serious!

She lay in front of me on the bed to recover from her emotions, her head turned. She did not felt anything anymore when she left and suggested that we meet again but I am not very OK because although she is not ugly and sent me a text message on her way home to tell me that she was wet still all along the way, The Teacher would feel too betrayed. This morning by provocation, I sent “did you think to my cock tonight?
– it even was my first thought on waking!”

Otherwise, a little while ago, a little bitch on Adopte asked me “does it works your description on chicks? Some really read it until the end, is it not too long? Do you find some desperate women?” Pff, no comment. I found it almost as ridiculous as when I trolled an unfuckable chick on Tinder “hello little slut, wanna fuck?” and that she replied “no, no, I’m not a girl like that, let’s go to the restaurant first”.

May the God of the Game be with us!

February 29th 2016,

A lot of things have happened in my life lately. It took me a few days to realize that, the race for sexual performance is over. I have reached my goal so I want to take more care of myself, find a better job, eat healthier and lose weight (because I am getting fat), sleep more, workout (because the pool does not have the same effect on me… I do not feel as “manly” after a swimming session as after a bodybuilding session).

At the office, my colleague the Sultan is gone (he was the one with whom I had a lot of fun). It pissed me off a little bit but I’m happy for him so I do not blame him. How could I btw ? I will tell you this story because it is edifying: he is 50 years old, bac+8, 6 years of experience in this shitty cabinet but is paid €1500 per month. Knowing that elsewhere, an equivalent position would be paid at least €3000. Where does this money go? In the pockets of the boss, of course… this fucker who boasts of going to Dubai while we are working like fanatics!

Why has my colleague all these years been exploited? I have observed him a lot and I think he was conditioned to think he is a shit. He was constantly denigrated, belittled, humiliated by my boss. It’s a very nice guy, Sultan, who brought me enormously on both a human and a professional level so I hate the idea that he can be treated like that. For me, what he has undergone is almost like moral harassment, but it is a common practice in accounting firms. The boss does the same to me, so I do not feel too strong and I do not want to leave “it’s good but it was easy”, “you are improving but you are doing it for you” or “it’s correct but…” and there it will find a subtlety that a normal chartered accountant would not take into account.

In short, the deal between them was that my boss had to sign the conventional breakup of Sultan in February and then that he comes to work on the black market until the end of the fiscal period. (Do not be fooled, rapping the Pole Emploi off is a common practice in this firm. It’s an awful lot for an accountant, someone who normally has to respect the law!)

But then, at the moment of signing his breakup, he whistled him like an old dog (like he always does) and then told him “for the balance of any account, we will arrange.” Basically, he owes him more than €4000 for a week and refuses to pay him the hours made on the black market for two months. My colleague showed me his bank account is €3500 in the red for years, so he really counted on it. There was a big lack of respect and consideration so my friend no longer comes to the office. Sultan is waiting to see if he will receive the money due to him at the time of pay, or if he will have to sue him and send the labor inspection. Which would be good for everyone here, by the way.

As a result, my colleague will not come back. He decided it and he is right. I’m selfishly sad but I know it’s better for him. That’s why I worked on my resume, strong with my new experience (I took what I had to take here) and I’m going to leave. The goal is to move quickly to a firm that normally treats its employees.

Friday night, I spent the evening thinking about the rest of my life. Accountancy is certainly “prestigious”… but in fact, I think I would prefer to earn my living on the Internet and go living near the sea, relaxed. With a bisexual woman, who would only cheat on me with women and with whom we would make threesome from time to time to spice up our routine. She would also be a great mom for my little Cyprinechildren.

Saturday night, I had to see a beautiful blonde met on Adopte. Except that I was tired (really… I amost fell asleep at 10pm) and that The Teacher proposed to meet up. I am quite proud of having canceled my near-insured F-Close to go and give a hug to my darling. We spent the night together and half the day on Sunday. I want to give her a chance.

Meanwhile, the Nice Giant was fuckclosing a girl met on the street. I am very proud of my Padawan.

Last night, so on Sunday, I received the visit of this beautiful blonde I had to see the day before. The poor one thought I was a soft cock that had got cold feet. Indeed, on Saturday night, she wanted to see me in a bar for prudence but I said no. So she proposed to meet at the metro and I said “lazy” then she said “OK I can come directly to your place” and that’s where I said “no I’m too tired”. I really played the princess !!! In fact, I now enjoy to drive them crazy since I reached my goal and I have a cool girlfriend : I play only for pleasure now (by envy and not by need) and it is liberating! !!

So, I said no to her and went sleepind with my chick. But I still did not want to treat her so badly, since I had liked her pen on Adopt. Indeed, she had written me nice things… selected excerpts:

– “You are a UFO … 🙂 but I noticed that you could quite easily become UFO on this site. For example, I am often told this because I respond cordially and say “goodbye” to people with whom I feel no feeling, without leaving them in a silence. In the end, people ask very little! A little respect and that seems unusual to them.”

– « I could defend my profile, for example, because I felt referred to in this paragraph: “If in your profile I see things like “no sexfriends bastards” or “under 1m80 go away” know that I do not like this shitty mentality so you will not interest me.”… there is indeed on my profile a sentence like that. (But not really, I do not see the concern to prefer men who do not risk to be belittled because of my size, it happens too often!) But no, I will finish by choosing a simple simple approach. By asking you one thing. Take me 🙂 »

– « You are indeed that head on which I bugged at the turn of the road, and this text that spoke to me much this evening. I am of libertine confession, so no, your text is neither shocking nor displaced, although a bit long for what it summarizes 😉 It titillated my curiosity, but not only! »

– “For the libertine clubs, I’m beginning, but let’s say, it’s been a while since I put a name on this state of mind, so no I’m not yet a real libertine. The few incursions I made made me realize that I would have to arm myself morally before being up to it. There is everything there, and some are a bit oppressive: the attribute “woman alone” makes me a piece of meat in a lion’s den.”

– “In spite of everything I would take a drink first. Photos are one thing, feeling is another and for me it is important. I guess it’s the same for you anyway, is not it? (^^ no need to answer yes to make me happy, it would make make me laugh if you said “no me I do not care as long as I can score” ;-))

She was really nice and patient, so to reward her, yesterday I made a concession and went to pick her up on the subway. We talked around a glass of wine at my house. She told me that she had already gone to a swinger club in Lyon and how it was happening there. There are seemingly parties for “young people” which are nice and where there are quite a lot of people. There are mostly couples, but also nymphomaniac chicks who fuck a lot of guys like if the man was a tool and guys alone who hunt with their hard dick in the hand.

People walk there naked and this is the norm, so no one is shocked. Then, when we meet people with whom we want to fuck, we can go in closed rooms, rooms where people can watch, or even dirty rooms with accessories. It appears that it is a very respectful environment, where people are not pains in the ass : when they are told no, they leave. Frankly, at the next young party I would like to go with The Teacher. Not to swing but to find a naughty girl to make a 3some or just to fuck in front of people.

Finally, it’s apparently downright different from the libertine dating sites where all guys are sex-starved. They pose almost all shirtless with a close-up dick “here is the photo of the members of the site”. There are few young and hot chicks, rather old or fat ones who take themselves for top models because they are solicited. It is a big scam, in my opinion, these sites. Girls are always the prize, and we are exploited like shit. Always the same story.

After a long moment of discussion, she surprised me “when will you kiss me with your beautiful face?
– Wait, I’ll finish my drink.
– Ah, I thought I scared you.
– Did you look at me?”

Then we got off. I removed my shoes and the difference in size was accentuated because they give me an advantage. She made a comment on it but did not care, basically. I licked her until the orgasm then she sucked (after asking me if I was sure to have no illness) and I finally fucked her very sexy ass on all fours with a condom she put on my dick. She told me I was fucking her hard and I took it for a compliment, in doubt.

She is pretty cool this chick, she looks like a Swedish so she is tall and blonde with light blue eyes. But in fact… she’s just Breton! Before leaving, she gave me eco-orgasmic condoms from her association because she is invested in ecology and they give ego-orgasm condoms because… apparently, in the lubricant of the normal condoms, there would be endocrine disruptors . Otherwise, she was an engineer but converted last year (she is 27 years) in osteopathy because it is her vocation. I find it courageous.

In short, it confirms me in the idea that I am a libertine in the mind… but I do not yet know if I am made for environment. Must see!

May the God of the Game be with us!