French Pick Up Artist

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.