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I love you now

I love you nowThis text is a bonus in my Diary of a French PUA 2

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Sometimes we make crazy things, we are very afraid but it’s still one of the best memories of our lives.

I encourage you to break this glass prison that is fear because it is behind fear that crazy experiments are located.

Sometimes some people will do for you, or will push you to do so, but it is rare, knowing that humans have a natural tendency to procrastination. Then do not always take the easy way out. Also know that more time is running, more people are anxious and afraid. I speak about French people in general. I am going to try to motivate you …

Remember though that: the one who does not make a step forward makes a step back.

That day, I was a bit bored so I went alone to the mall “Plan de Campagne” hoping I could find some new girls with who I could go out (because all my friends were sick or in a couple or pissed me off).

I wandered for a while in the shelves of different stores without finding the courage to approach. I was resigned to fail when I saw a pretty saleswoman who took her break who was open. There were no many people so we could talk easily, it was a good thing. Opener : you cannot look at me this way and not talk to me.

I made to her a lot of bad jokes and I teased her and everything. She said she worked a lot and I told her that too much work and no fun makes Jack a sad sire. She said I was the coolest customer of the day. “But I’m not a customer” actually. It was true because I had bought nothing. I asked her if she was damn bored all day long to see the bimbos and the riffraff who populate abundantly Marseille since Gaston Deferre buying things clearly over their waysin cash with the drug money.

She said yes, but one must earn some money and that jealousy and malicious gossip are useless. That the most mattering was that she leads her boat legally. So I said a “I love you now” for fun and to try something I read in The Game ; and she came in my game. I felt that I had tamed her in two seconds then I asked her to close her eyes “why, you’ll sting me something?
– Awww no, trust me, I’m in love with you, you know so trust me.“She was playful and understood my special humor so she did … and I kissed her. Well, it was not the coolest kiss in the universe because:
1) the situation was not very appropriate
2) I was psychologically ready to get slapped so I was a little defensive
3) I felt the eyes of the people around us in the “what the fuck?” mode (or I was paranoid).

“Do you often do stuff like that?
– Every time I fall in love.
– And do you often fall in love?
– Shut up.” I let her regain some composure and she told me cool stuff like “it is the most surprising thing that ever happened to me since I work here except when a customer has crapped in a radius and that the guard was showed us the video in a loop.” So I have promised to come back. I never did.

It’s so beautiful to break the everyday of people this way. If I could, I would do it as a job. But for that, would need that I earn enough money to live…

So buy my ebooks, babies.

#Fabrice Julien, author of indecent texts

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Oral orgasm while blowing

This text is a bonus in my Diary of a French PUA 2

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Read on a blog for girls: a quack coach teaches that women who want to seduce a man must cook good things. I laughed out loud when I realized that women do not understand men more than lambda men understand women.

Seriously, if you’re hungry, you go to the restaurant. But, to leave us a huge impression, a girl shouldgive us the best blowjob of our lives. We will then remember her until our last breath. If I am single and a chick lets me know she is good and is motivated to make me a demonstration : I run after her all night long… and if she is really good in addition : she shouldn’t worry, I will call her back the next day. Finally, I think that to better understand the gender relations, we should just accept our respective simplicity.Do not see that as a defect.

After this “appetizer,” I must tell you the incredible story that happened to me. Why was this girl different? She offered me via my blog something more than just a fuck, rather a sexually and very rewarding educational experience.

Indeed, she studied Tantrafor years and found a way to orgasm deeply in her mouth just by sucking cocks (which just goes to show that it is in the head all this, this is why some people manage to enjoy during the sleep). Moreover, her behaviour projected sex and orgasms. Girls like that, it is not common. Maybe just by eatingbananas, she can enjoy.

Between “scary” and “exciting,” my heart swung. But because I am a positive guy, I decided to focus on the exciting side of the case. If I summarize the concept, she offered me (the most naturally) to bring me into another dimension by playing with the muscles of her throat during an oral intercourse. I would have nothing else to do than lending my cock.

It was interesting me in the scientific sense of the word, like an explorer. As Christopher Columbus discovering America, I set sail for the unknown(s). I was going to explore the legendary world of Tantra. The one that makes so many people fantasize. Much ado about nothing or there are really crazy things in those old customs?

Rendez-vous halfway between our places, in a hotel.We created a link with a drink before she swallows me in the intimacy of her bedroom. Without this, transgressing sex magic does not affect me. I more need, I think, that it fits with the girl as a form of approval and mutual attraction than doing some stupid dry humping against her body. When it came to “sex”, she took matters in hand like a queen so I obeyed her as one obeysa nurse. It’s exciting as when they “take things in hand.” For me, sex is the man’s responsibility. However, reversing roles sometimes is enjoyable (and relaxing).

She lay on her back and leaned her head over the edge of the bed: funny but unorthodox technique. I had never seen such a thing.With her hands on my butt, it was her who hold the reins of this session. After a while I traveled. The euphoria invaded my body. I understood the meaning of life, why we are on Earth and everything (but I forgot in the meantime)… I was thinking of a super ugly Lama so I don’t come, quickly, to extend the session. My anxieties were veeeeeery away at that time. Shestarted moaning like if sheenjoyed it even more than me (and maybe she did).On the other hand, the return to reality was hard after that.

Her performance finished, she smoked a cigarette. I drank a caramel tea and offered her some BN. I like all the blowjobs but then frankly it was magical.

Maybe I could one day, me too, enjoy by making a cunnilingus (licking a pussy).

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Is it possible to stay one month without ejac ?

Is it possible to stay one month without ejac This text is a bonus in my Diary of a French PUA 2

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The game, if I can call it a game, was to do not ejaculate during one entire month. I was thinking I was going to succeed easy-peasy because at the momentI was in a slump, but when I took this fucking decision, I think I pissed off the whole universe because that is apparently not my mission in this world: I strangely received plenty of calls … including a lot of girls that I had stored in the folder “Mission aborted” for ages and who suddenly came back tempting me.Like if a higher power was telling me “you just had a really dumb idea so I will make you regret : they will all want to blow you …”

And, indeed, it was harder and harder every day. After one week, a simple kiss in a club was enough to make me hard all night. I tried to give orgasm to girlfriends who pressured me on the phone but fuck, it excited me too, what a torture! Anyway, they enjoyed, perhaps even more than usually because I focused on their pleasure and not at all on mine. I’ve licked a lot of pussies too without asking anything in return.

After fifteen days, I decided to have sex for good … but to firmly hold on. It was hard, very hard, if you know what I mean. As if I wanted to stop smoking when people are smoking a cigarette in front of me: you must have a strong motivation to succeed. Must say that it is a habit ingrained in me, satisfying my impulses … I admit that I have more or less jerked off on average once a day since I was born (with a girl or with my personal girlfriend ie my hand.) So here we are, I’m a kind of cum-addict and I wanted to wean myself.

At one point I had the idea to train myself to enjoy without ejaculating some great masters of Tantra like are able to do. I have not been able to orgasm, but I have not finished either … phew (I stopped just before) … So, this session of sex rather put me in shape me instead of tiring me. Once is not custom. So I repeated the experiment with others girls.

With that said, the fact that I did not finish in doggy style disrupted more than one “YOU DON’T WANT ME, HUH, WHAT’S WRONG ? WHY THEN ARE YOU FUCKING ME ASSHOLE !” Women are just too accustomed to the fact we ejaculate, they feel guilty or disgusting when it doesn’t happen.

I admit, I lost a lot of fuckfriends during this period. A real massacre: but I am very stubborn (it’s not my fault it’s in my DNA)! Must say that I gave back to my semen its sanctity, making it rare and it was not nothing. After twenty days, I did not even have pain in the balls anymore when sitting down. I could dominate me, control me, and stay away from girls. The hard part was probably behind me (no, I have not tried to get sodomized).

So I resumed my seduction activities on the well known social network that begins with Face and finish with Suckerberglapute. I talked to this girl, a cute brunette. We warmed each other, like before I started this little challenge. Understand, I have never met this chick though she lives in the same city than me … Because she talked a lot but did nothing in fact (like many cause it allows them to stay in their comfort zone while feeling desired), it remained a fantasy relationship (so much the better because that’s what I needed at that time).

She said “come for me on Skype and we’ll meet up.” I said “no”. I resisted a little and then I said OK after the 24th day. We did never meet up after that, she was just a biatch who had challenged herself :I won’t let me trap so easily again, besides “you deceive me once shame on you, you deceive me twice shame on me“. It’s the hormones that disrupted my judgment, I guess, fuck. Needs to precise that she had assets !!!

But I do not care, because I shared something sexual with her in a way… I saw her naked, and everything (on the webcam). Finally, it’s different, I know, but … Understand me, when I don’t fuck, I approach and when I don’t approach I imagine naughty things. The girls that I want and I cannot get in real life, I’ll fuck them in my head. You are now warned, ladies !!!

In some ways I am addicted and proud of it.

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Really a shitty idea

This text is a bonus in my Diary of a French PUA 2

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Do you know this nice little story written by Haruki Murakami?

Once upon a time a man and a woman made eye contact in the street and immediately felt something rare. They miraculously found the courage to speak to each other and spend very pleasant almost magical hours together. Everything was perfect except … they wanted to test the Destin, otherwise there would be no story.

So they thought that if they are really made for each other, Destiny that made them meet once will make them meet twice. They thus left each other with no way to get back in touch with the other, thinking that if they meet again by chance, then they will get married and live together for the rest of their days blah blahblah. Really a shitty idea, if you want my opinion,but well let’s say it’s cute.

So far, this is all very romantic … but reality catched up with them: they didn’t find each other again. Years went by and everyone took other lovers … They then met again in the street but unfortunately did not recognize. True story.

The morality is that love is hanging by a thread, you have to seize your chance. This is also on this premise that street pick up isbased : this girl will disappear forever in Aix’s streets unless you find the courage to speak to her, and then, maybe it will be the beginning of the story of awhile life (or even just one night which is already better than nothing when you know how life can be hard). Who knows ?

All that to say that I met THIS girl some time ago in a bar. It was truly symbiotic and reciprocal between us, we hardly could believe it, it was impressive. Much in common, troubling coincidences, etc.

That same night, we did not sleep together nor anything, saying to each other that if we met again, we put together in couple because it seemed to us too good to be true. Except that the city in which I live is not so big: so one day, we met again.

Except that when she saw me again, weeks later in a bar, well, you might say I had my tongue in the throat of another girl. “You’re really like the others …
– So will you forgive my behavior because I am a Man? Or did you expect I’m better than my peers?
– Both, I think. ”

The thing is that we slept together but it was crap. Well, it was not awesome from my point of view. She also slept elsewhere in the meantime : so they are always readyfor morality but the truth is men and women are equal. They’re maybe worse than us.

Indeed, she told me she had a boyfriend, but not with herone true love, and that it was better that way. Because even if we got along really well, she did not feel comfortable with another man the himin her bed. That perhaps simply afraid her after all, to get into something else.

Me too, actually.

I’ll call Hafid. Back on the field.For better or for worse. I prefer the worse, btw.

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Have you already acceded to an inaccessible girl?

This text is a bonus in my Diary of a French PUA 2

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Have you ever met an”inaccessible”girl? The kind of somewhat haughty princess because she knows she’s hot, the kind that guys seem to annoy because getting what she wants from them is too easy for her, the kind who makes no effort to be friendly. Alice falls into this category. She is tall, brunette with blue eyes, quite lovely breasts and legs … I don’t wanna talk about it :I do not want to be held responsible for a wave of depression over the south of France! A perfectly flat stomach, a natural and beautiful mouth and a skin of an incredible purity. The kind that when she enters a room, the guys shut up their mouths to better stare at her: it’s like those girls in magazines, except that she is not photoshopped, HER.

Hafid had met her by doing some SPU the university of letters and had invited us all to a late aperitif in one of my favorite bars in the old town. In the eyes of the sexbomb, I was just aninhabitnt of Aix like the others (neither tall enough nor handsome enough nor rich enough to seduce her with my passive assets only)… I really had to try to change that.

I tried to include her in the conversation because she played it distant with the group, and I confess that she looked not really interested by naughty boy I am (that’s an understatement): “if women are more attracted to power, money and social status so why would they rather sleep with Guillaume Canetthan with François Hollande?
– Because Hollande, he isfat and ugly. “shehad responded casually without further explore the issue. I should have guessed that… after all, she is too good to bother to think or to developher answer. My goal was just to move the discussion on her, so I seized the opportunity to start a private conversation with Alice. We talked a bit about her: she wants to be a model, 18 years old, new in town, in a relationship with a rich 26 years dude.

This kind of girl is described as “inaccessible” because she is not connected to reality, at least not to the reality of Mr. and Mrs. Everybody. A sort of wall separates her from the problems of ordinary people. Then, I must say she makes no effort to bridge the gap: no unnecessary smiles, do not feed the conversation, not much culture, btw. Only one asset : I have already bangedhot girls but there she is another level. Here it’s the kind that if you touch her you’re blessed by the gods. If I fuck her I will have the right to self-proclaim PUA me for life.

2:00 in the morning, Hafid and his girlfriend offered us an after in their loft. OK, I accepted and she did too (the other people present at the bar: we let them go home). Once in his den, Hafidou left me alone for a moment with his girlfriend and my target. I do not really know what happened to the girls I guess they were quite drunk because we quickly came to talk about three-persons-massage. So I introduced the famous synchronized massage by two people on one. My target had nothing against (must be said that the currentHafid’sgirlfriend is not totally straight). We started to work on my target with my friend’s girlfriend.

Litlle by little, we started pawing her breasts, licking her nipples, to undress more and more. Warning: this kind of bomb does not give she receives. Must say for her defense that she did not have much to do to be a quality partner, thanks to her perfect body. What challenges the theory of the Game …

I removed her soaked panties. Meanwhile, Hafid joined us. So here, we made a foursome in their now famous temple of debauchery inAix… Morality : it has good sides to live with a girlfriend when she’s a swinger. The partys skins at Hafid miss, by the way.

At the moment, I was there, penetrating this feminine perfection and I said to myself “fuck but I cannot believe it is she blind or what? How could it happen? “After beating, Alice has told us a” I had never done something like that …
– Ah, and then?
– That was cool. ” A more developed response from her would have surprised me.

In the end, the experience was average but we don’t care. It was at least one experience worthy of the name, and I’m still fucking hard when I think again about her naked. It turned me on to see her hands on my body, my tongue against her tongue, her mouth around my cock, her mane in my fist and her buttocks making back and forth against my pubis. It excited me less when it was up toHafid, haha!We had to make a foursome, plus they hadto drink several beers at the bar, we had to be two players and a bisexual to get there… to convince her to sleep with us.

NB : I have still not fucked Hafid’s girl. I don’t wanna risk our friendship even I suppose we’re over that. I respect you too much dude.

Besides, when a girl rejects me, I look back on some hotties with whom I had an intimacy (like her or Marylou, the Audrey Hepburn look-alike) and I say to myself “you do not know what you’ve just missed girl.” I do not even insult the killjoy in my head anymore, because I know my value then I do not care much, that’s it. Too bad for her.

And so much the better for the next one to whom I will devote my talent instead … <3

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Explosive mixture

two sisters in my bedThis text is a bonus in my Diary of a French PUA 2

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Two sisters in the same bed, mission impossible? Even for Tom Cruise? We will see…

The young hedonistic

All wet, Pauline (one of the sisters) goes out of the pool of her parents. If you want my opinion, they have a wealthy father who used his status to marry a hottie … Hottie who made two daughters models then divorced because he was never home, reaching a beautiful pension she enjoys in this very moment under the sun with a young gigolo. Results: two hotties a little bit weak in their head, more or less left to themselves trying to fill a void by adopting an extreme approach to sexuality to try to interest a little bit daddy (even in a negative way) … without success. Luckily, our paths crossed when she contacted me via my blogwith a so shitty opener that if it was you who used it the girls would not even look at you before sending you to Hell, so “who’s your daddy”?

My air was filled with a strong smell of chlorine when she suddenly glued to me. The more I spent my hands almosteverywhere on her naked shoulders, on her muscled stomach by her cardio and her hip of young woman, the more we wanted each other. I love girls like her who take advantage of their 20 years by intensely and freely living the moment. No judgment, just fun. It is also my creed. So I guided her to her room (not easy when you’re mouth to mouth, in addition she closed her eyes). I violently thrown her on the bed, and it made her laugh: but a teasing and female juvenile laugh tickled my ears as I went down to kiss her swimsuit bottom. She stayed lying down, staring at me as claiming for more … even if she already knew the outcome.

What did this pretty blonde expected from me, basically I do not know. Maybe she was looking for a form of acceptance? After all, I was in her eyes, her “beautiful favorite writer” (I quote) … Maybe she was trying to getmore mature? Why do chicks look for it while it’s just a trap made by adults to try to make us become one day as miserable than them? Maybe she was just libertine, and only wanted to give, take and enjoy. In any case, it was the same thing for me.Anyway, this is the kind of answers I’ll never get, unfortunately.

The former – nun

Alexandra sweating, arched and bit her lower lip. She was sexy and wild, what an explosive mixture… Well, it was really exciting to watch her. An explosive mixture that filled my test tube of mad scientist. That said, it took a while for the preliminary to warm her at this point so I was very proud. She is on meme, trembling a little. Totally clenched, she clung to the sheets, like if she was afraid of losing balance. Oh, I’m not a bull at the Feria de Nîmes (even if I’m a bull in bed) !!!

A cute little metro ticket conceal her nudity … she had not tamed yet. She asked me to be “soft” I guess it’s what a girl alwayswish for her first time (I cannot imagine a “fuck me hard, I’m a virgin“). She had pushed away all her various suitors because she saw in them bounty hunters like BobaFett seeking reward after screwing Princess Leia with his lightsaber (but my favorite character remains Chewbacca). Everything must be perfect, she should be able to think about it again on her death bed and say it was really perfect.I had to prove I was a good choice. THE GOOD CHOICE. It put on me a sigh of pressure, but it went well eventually. Must say, I begin to know how.

It is also an experience that marked me in terms of understanding: I remember she sought her own gaze in the mirror of her room when she made me get in her. It happened between her pussy and her mind, so I closed my eyes and I left them together, being only a man-object at that moment.

Which one to choose? Why should I choose?

Pauline slept with 32 guys: I was not much to her eyes, while I was the total sexual story of Alexandra. I should not break her heart … I should not propose a 3some with her sister. Damned, it tempts me! It is impossible anyway, she chose a guy with a conscience … Consciousness that ordered me to don’t spoil the reputation of men in her eyes (others will do that for me, I have no doubt about that but the first impression is important). Thus leaving the place ready for the next seducer who would cross herdestiny. And yes, we are supposed to be united, us as men. I say “supposed” because some make me ashamed and are not supportivein my back. In short, there is not only female solidarity that is fucked up, eh!

So, I did not really have a choice, this is the hedonistic nympho who suffered. But that night, as I fell asleep with her sister, Pauline fucked an ex … A dirty drug dealer, a big asshole, but I had nothing to say … She chose to punish me, punish her sister , punish her dad and punish herself. One stone four shots, plus I think he was stone (no I’m kidding). There’s nothing worse than a girl with a broken heart who seeks revenge. It’s going to fuck all-out in this room if she destroys the bed, but I do not want to be held responsible.

Take cover.

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The night will be long

This text is a bonus in my Diary of a French PUA 2

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Hafid will come over, he wants to go out to meet girls. Fortunately he is late because I am too. I’m still in boxer: not shaved for two weeks, recovering from my last night hangover by chowing down on beer (seriously, it works). I have to move my ass : go take a shower (alone this time I really try to wash myself), then spritz the One Million (a real girl trap this perfume) and finally suit up with a black shirt (when I don’t know what to wear I choose black).

Despite my laziness, I am ready before he arrived (this guy is always even later than those who are late). Frankly, if it was not for him, I would have stayed at home to watch a hot porn and send pokes on Facebook. But Hafidou is a real bro … for example, if my car breaks down, without hesitation I call HIM to come and help me (what I mean is that we are not just linked by our relationship with the girls unlike with many other guys). So, I cannot refuse him anything (or almost). “Dringdring“, he landed around midnight with an incredible energy. Damn, what drug did he took this bastard!

We go out in a pub. Smile. Input.. Chicks in every corner, they drink, laugh, throw glances right and left (they want to be approached). Each girl is unique and increasingly intoxicated by the smell of PacoRabanne that invades the room. Each contains endless possibilities of potential adventures if we can tell them what they want to hear … and more important to say it the right way (body language). It has always fascinated me to realize how we should not trust appearances, how the nerve pays and how everything is possible with the Human. Sometimes they look like the worst bitches on Earth but in fact they are super cool (and vice versa, I guess).

Two hot babes who do look like bitches (in their twenties) approach the bar. Gottago approaching either I’m gonna twiddle my thumbs all night long. Hesitation … I’m not warm. I feel the hand of Hafid in my lower back that firmly pushes me towards the duo. Oh, I hate when he does that, why doesn’t he go there him? On the other hand, it’s a great concept for shy guys who need a wingman. I’ll patenting the Hafidou’shand.

If I listened to Marx, I would dismiss the responsibility of my hesitations on society. If I listened to Freud, it would be on my parents. And if I listened astrology, it would be about the Universe. In reality, I think I am the only one responsible for my actions and therefore my results … so I gotta move my ass, no choice, I must go there. Because in fact I think we can only blame ourselves if we did not have the courage to live out, if we did not listen to our desires, if brief we have not exploited our full potential (which does not prevent certain and certain to find excuses to justify their inaction and feel better) … Fuck, I should have done studies of philosophy.

I absolutely do not remember how I approached those two chicks, I just remember them having said to them “It’s now we’re young”. This sentence has since become my slogan. I’m surprised they are still talking to us … but I guess that people are happy to talk with new people if approached properly and if we do not try to sell them something. Personally, the only thing I’m trying to sell is my body … and free of charge in addition, does it count? The conversation was then divided and I attacked the tall blonde (in my opinion 175cm + 10cm heels) while Hafid was negotiating an unhealthy doggy with the sexy brunette.

By talking with my Barbie, I learn she is pregnant. Not for logn, but … I still continue to flirt because I like the dark side. I do not think I’m Darth Vader or anything (although I have a beautiful pink lightsaber) but this is the most interesting in my opinion, that’s all. Indeed, all the adventures you can live in Aix at night involve the dark side of the Force. Angels sleep soundly for a long time at this hour … and paradoxically dream about the dark side. Because the more one tries to silence it, the more it gets stronger… And yeah, it attracts everyone, just like Megan Fox does. Personally, I sleep like a baby: my dreams are full of kisses, pancakes and giant teddy bear. The dark side, for me, it’s to represent temptation in the eyes of some chickens. But I do it for their owngood. For the love of women. Someone has to do the job!

The conversation becomes so exciting that the bar closes, but we did not see the time fly. It’s crazy, it also happens to me sometimes when I have sex I guess it’s normal. Just like last time we got home around 10pm with a princess: we did it twice and when she left … it was 2am. But “what the fuck”, where did the time fly? What did we do? Seriously, I would have realized it if I had banged during 4 hours … Even if we also talked a bit, warm-ups, preliminary & co … In short, sex is time consuming. Perhaps even more than Facebook … So you should think carefully before having sex (no I’m kidding it sucks to think in these moments).Well.

So, they wantsus to accompany them … So here we are with Hafid each one with a girl : arm in arm. We protect them fromvillains and sex-starved dudes … the truth is I arrive at the shoulders of mine (so it is her who protected me) but if she doesn’t care about seize, me neither. On the other hand, having sex with her, that would be wrong. But I never chicken out, so I wanted see where it would lead us. But damn, she is pregnant, fuck! I am not going to ejaculate on a fetus! So I abort the mission. Hafid still takethe number of his girl before leaving, then we escorte the blonde to her place. She gives me a kiss on the cheek, and it is good for me after all the Frenchkissesthat happened that night. A threesome with her, it would have been too much.

On returning, the screen light of my computer and the purring of the cat (and the purring of the computer) soothe me. Marie is connected on FB on her mobile, it is almost 4am, she goes back home after a party and she wants us to meet up. Understand, I work this chip for two weeks and now she wants to come over… The girls also have a brain, she knows what she has just signed for by proposing this after.
Legendary text message with : « btw do you have a sex toy you ?
– no it is broken
– ah that’s why you want to meet up so »
The night will be long. Think about me.

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Did I create a monster or a source of pleasure?

This text is a bonus in my Diary of a French PUA 2

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Both sitting cross-legged on the bed, side by side, she is waiting for my help to solve a problem… I give her management courses (very innocents) for two months, but she comes every lesson dangerously closer, brushes my thigh “by accident” and talks too slowly, looks at me in the eyes too long to be honest … she wants me, I guess!

I am not a gynecologist, but I can recognize the symptoms of desire: Dizzy, difficulty concentrating, blank stare, sweet voice, beginning of erection… I should not, but yet, I let myself be seduced. Why shouldn’t I ? It’s simple, from what I understood: she is a virgin and has never even kissed a boy because of her shyness … She refuses the advances of guys because she wants to choose for herself the one who would be worthy of being “the first one for life” (quote). I look at her and she is downright hot, but too young for me and this is my only student … I would not want to fuck up my business. And the truth is that I would prefer that she find someone who in the same situation than her to share her first kiss and her first orgasm “for life”.

I must go away from this place before reaching the point of no return. “Well, uh, I need to go brushing my cat’s teeth … Yes, see you next week.
– Do you want to come on Tuesday night instead? There will not be my parents, it will be quieter.
– Uh yeah, I’ll see. Finally I think that I have a party that night, but we will see.” Whew, one more minute and I would have fucked in her teenage bedroom with her mother nearby. Imagine she comes while I lick her daughter for the first time in her life … Fucking trauma for the child. AND FOR THE MOTHER! No, no, I have to erase these strange thoughts in my sick brain.

At the same time, it is a real future trap for guys, a kind of time bomb: long sweet legs that support a firm buttocks, flat stomach, slightly dark skin, blue almond eyes and long hair smelling good… I admit it’s enough for me to be bewitched them. And I confess that, from time to time before falling asleep … I slide one hand in my boxers with her in mind. Then I feel this wave of positive energy over me. Mesmerized by her pheromones accumulated during class, I feel absorbed in a whirlwind of pleasure mixed with repressed desire.

FUCK, I’m living in Aix. Okay, it’s not Paris, but I see every day very cool girls. They certainly do not want something else than sex as they have, for the most part, left school to hang out on the terrace during the day and get drunk in the evening. I could fantasize on any but no, I touch myself thinking of my little pupil of 16 years.

I know it’s in our male genes to be attracted to youth. Indeed, a team of American anthropologists said that a significant age difference in a relationship is an evolutionary advantage, which led to increase life expectancy. Basically, men are able to reproduce until the age of 70 years and sometimes more. However, past fifty … these ladies are deprived of their fertility by the arrival of menopause. Conclusion: if people want to continue to perpetuate their genes, they are forced to turn to younger sexual partners. For the authors, the fertility of older men is “a selective advantage allowing to fight against deleterious mutations autosomal”. In other words : the fact that men reproduce longer allows the human species as a whole to extend our life expectancy. The researchers also point out that in traditional societies, young women often have much older partners. All is very normal so I’m normal … Gooooo on the young girl! But with scruples, which changes everything.

On Tuesday evening, I find myself in front of her home and tells myself that I will just teach a class. A simple one. But in really I have come to see what will happen. I’m always curious to discover how the universe decided to organize things, and then I never chicken out it’s a matter of principle. But if it turns out it is the concrete opportunity to be her first time, I do not think I would take advantage. It’s not right… I’m just here because of curiosity and to earn money.

“We’re going in my room as usual? I have not tied up the living room, sorry …
– Yes, of course, no problem.” Damned, the spider has woven its web. A glance towards the door that moves away while I rush into the trap. She shows me her last exam, she had 11/20 … But I see blur, I cannot concentrate fuck, I do not actually give a shit about her exam. Her scent invades my nostrils and my heart accelerates in Woody Woodpecker mode. I capsizes like if I was in the Titanic. I should do something, but what? Mechanically, I spread a lock of her beautiful face: she is silent, turns her face to me and fixes me with her emerald eyes. I want her … so my mouth brushes hers then she suddenly catch me and put her tongue in my mouth after several soft kisses and all her sexual energy untapped. Kiki starts to feel cramped in my jeans.

I know it’s wrong, I just cross the solid line. I will lose 4 points on my license and be fined. I hide my discomfort … For a brief moment, I have the opportunity to run away but I did not seize it and would rather put my hands on her. She lies down: I remove my shoes and join her. No word, nothing, none of us wants to ruin everything … She hugs me against her, I undress her, I undress myself. With one hand, I unhooked her bra and then take one of her nipples in my mouth. I manage to forget who she is and imagine I’m trying to make love to any girl picked up in a club. I’m not saying it’s good or it’s bad, it’s just easier like that for me to do her some dirty things. To do her the things I would not dare to do otherwise to a so pure girl… She told me that’s how she wanted it to happen, anyway … I guess it was the goal then all’s well that ends well.

The following days I thought about her a lot, about what I had done. I phoned her and everything. We met up again a few times and then decided to stop the lessons. I did not fantasize about her anyway. Why ? No idea. Perhaps was I only attracted to her innocence. Perhaps I felt like shit when I maintained the eye contact with her mother …

The story should have ended there… In fact, she should never have started. But no ! One month later, I started to see her out by night. She began to go out in bars and clubs. With her, a different man each time. “Thanks,” she said to me sometimes. But what did I do for her? Did I create a sex machine? Do I have released a monster freed of her illusions?

A split second, I thought I had discovered a vocation of realizator of fantasies for myself. In fact, women who have not started or are not taking advantage of their sexuality, are everywhere. I see a lot in the street who did not dare leave their infidel husbands, on the beach so busy with their ungrateful kids or in seedy restaurants feeling sorry about breaks up ten years ago, etc.

All had their chance, one day, but all have not seized it. They were full of youth, humor, sensuality … in short, potential. Around them many suitors whom would eventually stifle that inner fire. Slowly or brutally, I could fuck some of them, one after another. Give them back some of their enthusiasm. I would not do that for me but especially for helping them. So that their inner self-esteem awakens, that these women understand that they have a long life that waits for them. I could be a super hero in the service of seduction of broken hearts.

That said, I quickly perceived the fault of my plan: it is not me who have seduced the kiddo… It was her who did all the work. Maybe it’s her, finally, who gave me back a part of my youth. “Thank you, bitch.“

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What’s going on in Yukon ?

On July 11th 2015,

I spent 4 interviews for a job, one in Paris and 3 in Lyon. I was accepted in two companies and I chose the one I liked most a priori.

Since my last post, I moved in the center of Lyon. Although my shrink said that anxious people have problems to dare to move, I think I’m stronger than that. Welcome to the state 69, it’s a figure that promises … It’s a beautiful city. The girls here all do bike so they have a nice ass. Seriously, I see a lot with beautiful legs. It’s exciting (however there are not only sex bombs there are also H-bombs). In the subway, there is affluence of pheromones. With this proximity between people, in my opinion, we should all have fire in the ass. We should be anesthetized, it drives crazy otherwise.

People here are much calmer, more sociable, more friendly, more open than in the South. There’s no comparison! How rude & excited & not punctual people in the south by comparison! And I also talk about traders and all … It’s another world! Compared to Paris, I do not even want to compare here it’s cool I feel way better than with this band of completely pretentious morons who believe they are the center of the world. I’m not anti-Parigots but the company where I spent my interview in Paris : they were fucking assholes. I left by slamming the door. And that fucker called me “Southern wanker”. All this because he saw on my resume that I worked on a beach near Saint Tropez.

In short, here in the 69, I started staying with my cousins from Lyon, a little outside the city. It was not very easy, I admit, but it was nice to welcome me. I had more than an hour of transport to go to work. I really had the shitty life “metro-work-sleep”. I pity the people who do that all their lives even if sometimes one does not have a choice.

To have fun a little bit, I used Tinder. I had a date the first week with a nurse. Not bad but a little chubby, the cutie … here they do not know olive oil, they put cream and butter everywhere. City of gastronomy foremost while I’m from the city of Kalashnikov! In addition they do not know the slang here “reum”, for example, my co-workers do not know.

In short, by text message, she told me she wanted to suck me but she was menstruating. So, we met in a bar. I thought it would be a long-term investment … but big mistake! I tried to kiss her neck, she stepped back. I did succeed finally but hey, it was weird. Hot in word, cold in face to face. She ended up confessing she had a boyfriend and that eventually she did not dare to cheat on him, blablabla.

So, I told her to contact me when they would have broken up (yeah because with such a mentality they will break up soon). I have attached a photo of me, topless. It’s a bit pretentious, but well. I do not like that they make me waste my time, I find it disrespectful, so I’m disrespectful in return. Especially that TIME is what I miss the most, after sex, at the moment. The thing is that I went back to my cousins at 22h after that date : I just had time to eat and go to sleep : rest … that’s what I miss the most right now.

Well, I’ve not lost everything eh since I still had a good time and found a nice bar on the banks of the Rhone. There’s lots of people out there doing aperitifs on the lawn beside the barges. It has a romantically sexual side. Seriously, population density is 10 times more than Aix. As soon as I regained full health (hopefully soon) I can make easy 4FC / month, I guess. For now, I’m not too much anxious here but I have already got fat of 2 kg. Must say that I eat anything I must change. Restaurant every day … I still have my post-traumatic stress too. Someone ran yesterday in the street behind me and my fist closed I turned back I almost slapped … when I saw it was a child I calmed down and I realized that I still had my trauma.

No more digressions. I seduced two other chicks on Tinder and I received pictures of their breasts and legs. Not yet their asses. But hey, it’s something. One is on holiday in Avignon. The other is gone spending time with her parents in Normandy. This is a big gap between the two! I hope they also do it in bed !!!

Last week (I had no time to write before for sorry), I went to a girl who is saleswoman at H & M. We discussed almost since I arrived in Lyon on Tinder. Then a blessed day, she sent offhand her number: I replied “do we speak in numbers now?
– It will be more convenient”. So by texts every day, I asked her what color were her underwear, and she answered, it was fun and sometimes she told me she was sleeping naked … it turned me on. Do not blame me, I’m a just a straight man! I sent her a photo of me topless to spend time and she said “yummy.” OMG! My love juice detector s’ panicked!

By texts, I sent her “it’s hard today at work and I’m not talking about my penis“; “I would have had a great desire to make love to you this morning before going to work“; “I am hard are you all wet?” ; “I have a pretty incredible erection at the moment it’s a shame to spoil it“; “If you laugh at my joke you’re half in bed
-haha haha ​​then I laugh twice so I’m fully in it.”

One day she told me she would get tested every six months because she loves sucking and swallowing. I replied that I love licking. She invited me to her house the following weekend. So she was not a small pussy cat who talk to guys to spend time then flakes because she is too scared to get a hit! The same evening the agreed day, I sent “I am here in 14 minutes to the address you gave me
– Very precise“Actually I arrived 45 minutes later… The route looked smaller on the plane..

It was a chance that I’m late, her gay roommate just left working in his haunted hotel. It seems he tells her things he sometimes sees at night and she is REALLY scared. I just had to comfort her after. Gays are our friends!

A beautiful blonde opened the door. Seriously, really not bad, the girl! She wanted to kiss me on the landing but I avoided her to increase the sexual tension. I gave her a kiss on the neck. We went to her room. There was a mouse. Seriously. What a crazy girl. It’s been already the second crazy girl in Lyon. Anyway, I was too hungry for sex. And she was hot then for what I had to do …

We kissed and everything : I started fingering her, she was too hot so she removed her top. I understand, you must know that it’s the dog days here, it is almost 40 ° C … in addition with pollution, we suffocate, it’s not easy … South for warmth that’s better, there’s a little bit of air at least!

I did the same with my shirt and then took off her panties (she opened the door in shirt/shorty to be sure I fuck her the naughty chick). I licked her a long time and she orgasmed. Then she said “me when I come it puts me KO“. She then sucked me (it was so good we can see that she has experience) and has lied down on the bed, turned back and fell asleep. I took a photo of her ass then I left. I’m not a bitch usually I don’t do stuff like that but then I found that it was rude to treat me this way. And I’d be happy to fuck her but well after all I prefer blowjobs so it’s OK … I’m satisfied. Then I too much needed to unload, it feels really good! It is frightening how I have no time between trips, job, fatigue, I keep swimming with great difficulty to squeeze it into my schedule, etc. It became urgent to organize otherwise there would be one less PUA on this planet!

On my way back, I really freaked out: I went through a neighborhood where there was only Arab outside and only guys. It was the evening of a day of Ramadan so they had to leave it go and get drunk. But they were not really aggressive, not like home. So it’s OK. Some were whistling chicks but because I have no pussy, I’m quiet on that side. I went home not too late so I could sleep to catch my sleep late.

Yesterday I sent her a text message asking if she had the result of her testing, but she did not answer the bitch. I have a right to know yet, right?

Otherwise, I found an apartment at 10 minutes from my office. I just moved there Thursday evening and I just received my box, that’s why I write you today. With my cousins, we were 5 on the same connection so it was a mess. I was doing the bare minimum. I did not even watch porn … 🙂

So I might be able to have a life outside work even if it will not be easy because I do almost 45h at work (not the numbers – it changes me who got up rarely before noon but well it’s how we will save the country, how we contribute, in short how we become a spread man who deserves his social rights) … I might be able to play sports and to pick up chicks the WE! I am anxious that my body gets used to this lifestyle. Here I’m still dealing with a lot of stuff like the bank and many other formalities!
I will also continue to pick up on the Internet because it works well. Anyway, it is statistical, Lyon is far bigger than Aix therefore there are a lot more of targets. In addition it is a different state of mind here, I’m not saying that there is no pain in the ass, but well. It is something else and as I reached saturation that makes me feel good to change my air. It makes me feel good to see other human beings like me, going out of my countryside is reassuring and make me face reality.

At work it’s going well. My colleagues are cool. Finally, most of them because there’s still two that my colleagues call “big bitches”. Me they have not done anything bad to me so I am waiting to see. A Viper (to whom I put my anaconda or my boa constrictor) and a “Fat”ma in tornado mode. The viper is quite sexy with her naughty glasses but according to the other members of the office she is a slut who refers everything to the boss. Anyway, it is Ramadan so I cannot even fuck her.

Anyway, I had said I would not do it at work. I do not mix cloths, underwear and strings. Meanwhile, I have fun with my colleagues (with some customers too : one called me and said “what’s going on in Yukon with my VAT?“) and I especially don’t want to mix the game in all that. This will be my secret garden. Shaved.

We can say that my seduction skills helped me to integrate myself at work and to have the apartment I wanted despite competition, etc. Communication / psychology helps for everything.

Here, what I like is that nobody knows my blog so I made a new FB account I’m trying to keep clean. And especially, the 3 assholes who spend their lives on my blog and harass me cannot find me like that. By the way, I put them a big fat finger in the ass. Or two fingers. They are bastards who enjoy signaling my FB account, sending me letters of threats (well, at Aix) demanding that I close my blog, etc. They send me texts like what I’m a goblin with a double chin etc. It runs in a loop, makes no sense, it is pure frustration. One of them is a fucking liar who tells me that he works in a group of traders that he has the best lawyers with him so I can not intent anything against him and he fucks Greek and earns € 15,000 per month … BUT OF COURSE! Such a bullshit … it’s a shame! When you really are a guy like that you not break the balls to the entiere world.

Finally here, I don’t know not many people on Lyon even though I made out with 5 or 6 chicks that moved here (before I install) and I have a good friend. I will try to meet guys who are in the game too, but I intend to avoid the needy or immature or people like that. Here I want to be more normal.

This week, Virginie will come. In fact, her parents are moving to Grenoble except they have not yet found a place. She therefore does not really know where to sleep during the end of July so I will be enjoy with my honey. In August, I will have three weeks of vacation so I plan to go back in Aix at least two weeks to see my cat and my dog ​​that I miss too (and go to the sea so that a girl in submarine mode sucks my salty cock by swallowing some iodine). For me, the game in Lyon will seriously begin in September. Meanwhile I will do it without excess.

Despite my depression, I still fucked thirty chicks this season. So, if you want to become a PUA in my style (everybody has his own style) here are all the products I have written to date:
– The (Inconvenient) Truth about gender relations
– Secrets for seducing on the Internet
– How to sublimate your body language
– More than 1 000 alpha sexy lines
– Diary of a French PUA
– The personnal development manual that will kick your ass
– My translations of Ross Jeffries and Cajun and Sinn
– For fun : Do not read me
– Erotic Novel: A story of cyprine
– Projects: Diary of a French PUA 2, a collection of my articles-advices 2015, a manual to make her orgasm like a god, an extension of seduction according to evolutionary psychology, a manual for inter-personal communication of sexuality, an ebook for women so that they can understand and differentiate an alpha guy from an asshole to seize or create good opportunities…

May the God of the Game and of the Labour be with us!