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4 dudes and 3 chicks undressed

On May 10, 2015,

There’s something like two weeks, I received a friendly email from a guy of Aix. A young dude, 20 years. He had a friendly face and I was in a good mood so I answered. He wanted to show me “Veecome” his website to organize parties in Aix in his apartment with strangers.

After, Jojo Hamster confessed that he and his buddy Titi (a guy from Nice with a quite gay look including an earring but hey it’s maybe fashion on the French) are members of ADS and read my blog for a long time and it would make them happy to meet me and pick up with me.

Good. So, just to please them, I organized a party on their website. I proposed an original concept: in the dark with card games where we would remove our clothes down until underwear (I had noting to lose I didn’t know this people). I thought that no girl would come and all the guys would click (and that I would cancel) … but no, it was actually fairly balanced as a ratio.

We went up to 7 chicks on the website but the day D all have flaked and we ended up 3 girls for 5 guys (including the girlfriend of the guy who contacted me – Jojo). Does it surprises you, you? Not me: they had one of the most memorable nights of their lives within range of cliques and they chikcen out huu sorry they did not come out of their comfort zone. It’s true that it’s better to watch Dancing with the stars on TV … pff … finally for those who think that I have a huge social circle with a lot of hotties, sorry to disappoint you : I do not necessarily always stay in touch with the girls, they are not always interested in this type of plan, etc. I said it and I repeat it: I sleep with normal girls, no nymphomaniacs or girls like that. And I am not a go-between to make you fuck easily my friends.

So, around 9:30pm, we decided to go picking up in the streets to find the two missing girls to have a balanced ratio. Nothing was found in the street, must say it was just me and one of the girls who approached. Jojo and Titi wanted to approach that night but in fact they did nothing, they chicken out! One of their friends, let’s call him Yellow Laughter because he looks like him (a French Youtuber) was trying a bit to approach too but well it was not enough. He is the kind of dude who always wears a suit … btw everyone is not Barney you should remain congruent with the context! In short, I must say that I went there as a soldier, “hi party strip – card game tonight do wanna join” The others wanted to lie in order to trap this girls but it’s better if they know what to expect, right? You don’t want to take them in a traitor way but rather in a doggy style way, right?

I also sent the invitation to every a little bit cute girls on my FB and I had 2 OK that turned into two flakes at the last moment. The others did not even answer, or were rude or patronized me and even insulted me. OK, people don’t know what’s good or what?! The worst it’s perhaps those who do not assume “not tonight I have another party
– Like if you’d come otherwise?
-. No, you know it
” FUCKING SOCIAL PRESSURE !!! At least I was able to sort my contacts. I also had jealous boyfriends who threatened me because ohlala I proposed a little daring party to their girlfriend, what a drama!

Anyway, fuxelife. One of the guys (one of their buddies) gave up and we ended 4M for 3W when we got back home around 11pm. At first, they wanted to play “Truth or Dare” but their Dares were really kind of crap you do pumps or you dance so I cropped everyone “What are those shitty Dares? At least we Frenchkiss or something?” One of two free girls looked at me in the eye and said “kiss me handsome” : general amazement. It was so unexpected. OK, so it was getting interesting. I drooled a little, I must say that I had drink 1L of tea so I had a very lubricated mouth.

The girl in question then came sitting beside me on the couch (probably attracted by my testosterone levels continually increasing in recent weeks) so I stroked her legs or back casually and when she made a remark like “what are you doing?” I answered either “I stroke your leg” or “fuck off” or “nothing baby
– Don’t call me baby / I’m not your baby
– OK baby
” And I kept doing it. I’m unpredictable and always at the limit of head slaps, it’s funny !!!

After that, the evening got a little more uninhibited. FINALLY !!! This chick was becoming increasingly hot. She kissed Titi. I’m not jealous me, every time there was a Dare, I told Yellow Laughter to kiss a girl in the neck or on the lips. I found him nice, I wanted to help him. I also wanted the girls to kiss together.

Then we played a strip – card game around 1am (the one in which all the cards are returned on the table and each player turns 2 in his/her turn and with the memory the goal is to manage to make pairs). There was a brunette with blue eyes and tanned skin (quite short, with no fat, not tiny tits and pretty lace) that I liked so she ended in underwear the first one. The other was a little more fat then she had complexes after. But it was not at all dramatic. So she didn’t want to remove her skirt. Rhalala prudish, why does she bullshit us while in fact she likes it !!!

Well fuxelife! I fingered her discreetly while two English (met on Tinder) I had invited rang downstairs. It was a little unexpected, I had no battery and it was 2am so I waited 30 minutes before going down and open to them shirtless. Yellow Laughter accompanied me in search of fresh meat, topless too. It did not really please these roast stuck then they have insulted us, I have not understand everything but I heard some “fuck yourself” in it. It kills me that these bitches do not even make the effort to insult me in French in France and do not want to comply with local customs (ie orgies in my house).

Well, so much the better in the end: the complexed told us that if we did not invite the English, she would remove her skirt. So I said that I had sent them to Hell and we ended up with 2 girls half naked. Titi had taken advantage of our absence to settle down with the girls and was kissing the complexed now who wanted my cock too so she always told me to come next to her, to give her my hand, etc. It was cool, we looked like procurers with our hens. CLASSY !!! To get busy I put my hand now ostensibly in the pants of the hottest of the two “but what are you doing?!
– What you want me to do
“and her friend outraged about to screw up everything “yeah he is too much of a dog in heat” I could have put her a slap but I wanted to put her some fingers instead so I said nothing, I turned her head and gave her a kiss… she at first timidly avoided before surrendering to my perverse charm. I went to sit next to her, the other started to pout a little, so I was able to rub her pussy.

After, the chicks have just won the game (no one will say we let them win) and Jojo’s girlfriend ordered me to undress. OK. No worries, I did expect this. After it was up to the girls to remove their bras saying it was not really fair play that we have only our pants and they still have two garments. We played a “Never have I ever” after that.

Well, I took a shitty excuse to go to my bedroom and I tapped my foot against the bed. It hurt me really badly so I shouted and I lay down on the bed. The one who was complexed joined me attracted by the smell attracted on my perched dick. I told her to lie down (without pressure to do not stress her) she said “no no but what is this trap?” then “ah but it’s true that we feel good on this bed“, stretching. There, because we were very relaxed, we kissed and I put my hand into her panties and I stroked/fingered and she was REALLY VERY wet. She could fill a rain gauge.

Yellow Laughter joined us while I licked her. He sat on the bed in his underwear and did nothing. She sent him to Hell, it was legendary. A bit naughty too. But he had less game, was less sexual, always refraining his moves.

The others said they’d leave us alone, some privacy in her intimacy, well. The thing is that I rather wanted fuck the brunette with blue eyes so as to choose I skulduggery “Titi he can come, him?
– Yes, him I’m OK
“. So I went to get him and I took the opportunity to take the most shy of the 2 by the hand. (She knew only one guy before me – it was a nice challenge) to warm her. I slammed the door and the shiest said “I’m just here to watch her.” I said “OK if you say so” and then I kissed her and I put my hand into her panties to caress her. Titi said “And me what do I do ? I don’t know what to do?” with a rather mythical stupid face (he is nice but his face was very drawn comic). I told him “kiss her dude.” It was obvious, right? Anyway they liked my tactless tact!.

Finally here, I licked the most feverish and she ended up naked like her friend. So, it was homogeneous. There it was OK for a 4 some. Then the door was violently opened, and Jojo and his girlfriend came in. It blocked a little mine, she wanted to stop everything especially that Yellow Laughter took this opportunity to come in again. The girls have rejected him again, poor dude. The couple it was OK if they got naked: they could stay. Especially since the girl was pretty hot and I wanted to see her naked, what excited me a little too was that she is also a member of the BDE (student affairs council) law university.

I licked my girl with two fingers in her pussy and I felt her contracting, she was about to come. It was probably a torture for her to be unable to enjoy. After, we fucked with condoms but it was so obvious she did not know what to do nor how. Then at one point I stroked the face and breasts of Jojo’s girl and I must say they are quite firm, it’s cool for him, even if his couple is in trouble. In addition, she is very nice.

Yellow Laughter cooked pastas in the kitchen during this time, we could hear the pots it was pretty disturbing. He also smoked 10 fags so much he was pissed off. And at the end of the evening he was found dying on the balcony. The poor is a virgin and wanted to lose his virginity like that. Too bad, he should be more enterprising than Titi to take his place! But then the others do not have too much experience either and have lied about their number of “conquest s” also. Jojo said 9 instead of 3 and YL 30 instead of 0. Titi said nothing. Chicks either except the shiest who said 4 instead of 1.

So now, Titi and Jojo have told me that they thought I was a charlatan but that at least they understood that what I tell on my blog is the truth. Since they call me “the legend“. It’s embarrassing. Jojo’s girlfriend said she was “skeptical” but was “pleasantly surprised” (she would be too if I fucked her – why not a threesome with her and Virginie) and Yellow Laugh told me “oh yeah since tonight at least I know that everything is possible now.” Cool, I’m officially their idol.

On the other hand, the other two chicks said they did not regret me but that we will not see again each other because they have “men in their lives.” Of course ! Basically, I a little shaken them, so prudes, it’s hard to go out of your comfort zone right. They will remember this evening as a vivid memory of their lives, but I become a monster, a leper, a guy to avoid. It’s unfair that rationalization and guilt they experience after sex! And that I also undergo so! It is inequitable and they liked it then what is the problem? It must stay a secret?

I tried to friendzone them to fuck their girlfriends and that’s how I discovered that: they do not really feel too good for me, but they are totally tight-ass and feel “dirty” or I don’t know what. A kind of buyer remorse but not really. It was not very clear, their arguments. One even said that I was a guy who thought only about sex and everything … they have not understood me at all or they are in denial. It’s hard, these girls who do not assume anything … Anyway, I’m used to being the asshole (although I’m a nice guy) but it’s annoying and disheartening when it’s too often! Because I contradict them and make them face their contradictions they say I harass them to my buddies while in fact they answer I would not feed the conversation alone. And of course the guys believe the girls or doubt because they want to fuck them (there’s always a hope). It’s easy !!! In short, I put a nuclear weapon in the hands of beginners (it was the kind to exclaim like animals when a girl undressed instead of encouraging her and making her feel comfortable by complimenting her). Yes, they will remember this 6some (although we did not really exchanged is it a 6some?) … But well… they’ll probably find reasons to say it was not thanks to me.

Band of ingrates!

After the shock they received, I even wait until the AFC will turn against me! Fortunately I do not care. I’m just happy to have lived that.

May the God of the Game put more 6somes on my way please!

PS = the highlight of the orgy is that Titi has such a big dick and such a powerful ejaculation he pierced the condoms (and the girl) !!! Video soon available on the site of Michel et Augustin Jacky et Michel (even if the two guys were not really hard all the time)! Ah yes other funny thing to finish the girl told “there are a looot of good fucks out there!!! Besides we have men we in our lives!!!” Thus it is a deviant to make love with several persons in the respect? More than to cheat on her guy? And there are a lot of good legs out there? Ah well, but it is not what I had heard until now… nevertheless with their inexperience, they are not what we could call references.

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The Anti-Seducers by Robert Greene

anti seducer
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I continue with The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene but then I stop because otherwise he could blame me for too much putting online excerpts of his book (even if it makes him some publicity). In short, all that to say that I a little recognized myself in the “vulgarian” and that it doesn’t suit me. I was not like that before but by losing a lot of social pressure, I  became TOO “I don’t give a shit of anything”. It’s funny but well. I must rectify. And you ?

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Seducers draw you in by the focused, individualized attention they pay to you. Anti-Seducers are the opposite: insecure, self-absorbed, and unable to grasp the psychology of another person, they literally repel. Anti-Seducers have no self-awareness, and never realize when they are pestering, imposing, talking too much. They lack the subtlety to create the promise of pleasure that seduction requires. Root out anti-seductive qualities in yourself, and recognize them in others—there is no pleasure or profit in dealing with the Anti-Seducer.

Typology of the Anti-Seducers

Anti-Seducers come in many shapes and kinds, but almost all of them share a single attribute, the source of their repellence: insecurity. We are all insecure, and we suffer for it. Yet we are able to surmount these feelings at times; a seductive engagement can bring us out of our usual selfabsorption, and to the degree that we seduce or are seduced, we feel charged and confident. Anti-Seducers, however, are insecure to such a degree that they cannot be drawn into the seductive process. Their needs, their anxieties, their self-consciousness close them off. They interpret the slightest ambiguity on your part as a slight to their ego; they see the merest hint of withdrawal as a betrayal, and are likely to complain bitterly about it.

It seems easy: Anti-Seducers repel, so be repelled—avoid them. Unfortunately, however, many Anti-Seducers cannot be detected as such at first glance. They are more subtle, and unless you are careful they will ensnare you in a most unsatisfying relationship. You must look for clues to their self-involvement and insecurity: perhaps they are ungenerous, or they argue with unusual tenacity, or are excessively judgmental. Perhaps they lavish you with undeserved praise, declaring their love before knowing anything about you. Or, most important, they pay no attention to details. Since they cannot see what makes you different, they cannot surprise you with nuanced attention.

It is critical to recognize anti-seductive qualities not only in others but also in ourselves. Almost all of us have one or two of the Anti-Seducer’s qualities latent in our character, and to the extent that we can consciously root them out, we become more seductive. A lack of generosity, for instance, need not signal an Anti-Seducer if it is a person’s only fault, but an ungenerous person is seldom truly attractive. Seduction implies opening yourself up, even if only for the purposes of deception; being unable to give by spending money usually means being unable to give in general. Stamp ungenerosity out. It is an impediment to power and a gross sin in seduction.

It is best to disengage from Anti-Seducers early on, before they sink their needy tentacles into you, so learn to read the signs. These are the main types.

The Brute. If seduction is a kind of ceremony or ritual, part of the pleasure is its duration—the time it takes, the waiting that increases anticipation. Brutes have no patience for such things; they are concerned only with their own pleasure, never with yours. To be patient is to show that you are thinking of the other person, which never fails to impress. Impatience has the opposite effect: assuming you are so interested in them you have no reason to wait, Brutes offend you with their egotism. Underneath that egotism, too, there is often a gnawing sense of inferiority, and if you spurn them or make them wait, they overreact. If you suspect you are dealing with a Brute, do a test—make that person wait. His or her response will tell you everything you need to know.

The Suffocator. Suffocators fall in love with you before you are even halfaware of their existence. The trait is deceptive—you might think they have found you overwhelming—but the fact is they suffer from an inner void, a deep well of need that cannot be filled. Never get involved with Suffocators; they are almost impossible to free yourself from without trauma. They cling to you until you are forced to pull back, whereupon they smother you with guilt. We tend to idealize a loved one, but love takes time to develop. Recognize Suffocators by how quickly they adore you. To be so admired may give a momentary boost to your ego, but deep inside you sense that their intense emotions are not related to anything you have done. Trust these instincts.

A subvariant of the Suffocator is the Doormat, a person who slavishly imitates you. Spot these types early on by seeing whether they are capable of having an idea of their own. An inability to disagree with you is a bad sign.

The Moralizer. Seduction is a game, and should be undertaken with a light heart. All is fair in love and seduction; morality never enters the picture. The character of the Moralizer, however, is rigid. These are people who follow fixed ideas and try to make you bend to their standards. They want to change you, to make you a better person, so they endlessly criticize and judge—that is their pleasure in life. In truth, their moral ideas stem from their own unhappiness, and mask their desire to dominate those around them. Their inability to adapt and to enjoy makes them easy to recognize; their mental rigidity may also be accompanied by a physical stiffness. It is hard not to take their criticisms personally so it is better to avoid their presence and their poisoned comments.

The Tightwad. Cheapness signals more than a problem with money. It is a sign of something constricted in a person’s character—something that keeps them from letting go or taking a risk. It is the most anti-seductive trait of all, and you cannot allow yourself to give in to it. Most tightwads do not realize they have a problem; they actually imagine that when they give someone some paltry crumb, they are being generous. Take a hard look at yourself—you are probably cheaper than you think. Try giving more freely of both your money and yourself and you will see the seductive potential in selective generosity. Of course you must keep your generosity under control. Giving too much can be a sign of desperation, as if you were trying to buy someone.

The Bumbler. Bumblers are self-conscious, and their self-consciousness heightens your own. At first you may think they are thinking about you, and so much so that it makes them awkward. In fact they are only thinking of themselves—worrying about how they look, or about the consequences for them of their attempt to seduce you. Their worry is usually contagious: soon you are worrying too, about yourself. Bumblers rarely reach the final stages of a seduction, but if they get that far, they bungle that too. In seduction, the key weapon is boldness, refusing the target the time to stop and think. Bumblers have no sense of timing. You might find it amusing to try to train or educate them, but if they are still Bumblers past a certain age, the case is probably hopeless—they are incapable of getting outside themselves.

The Windbag. The most effective seductions are driven by looks, indirect actions, physical lures. Words have a place, but too much talk will generally break the spell, heightening surface differences and weighing things down. People who talk a lot most often talk about themselves. They have never acquired that inner voice that wonders, Am I boring you? To be a Windbag is to have a deep-rooted selfishness. Never interrupt or argue with these types—that only fuels their windbaggery. At all costs learn to control your own tongue.

The Reactor. Reactors are far too sensitive, not to you but to their own egos. They comb your every word and action for signs of a slight to their vanity. If you strategically back off, as you sometimes must in seduction, they will brood and lash out at you. They are prone to whining and complaining, two very anti-seductive traits. Test them by telling a gentle joke or story at their expense: we should all be able to laugh at ourselves a little, but the Reactor cannot. You can read the resentment in their eyes. Erase any reactive qualities in your own character—they unconsciously repel people.

The Vulgarian. Vulgarians are inattentive to the details that are so important in seduction. You can see this in their personal appearance—their clothes are tasteless by any standard—and in their actions: they do not know that it is sometimes better to control oneself and refuse to give in to one’s impulses. Vulgarians will blab, saying anything in public. They have no sense of timing and are rarely in harmony with your tastes. Indiscretion is a sure sign of the Vulgarian (talking to others of your affair, for example); it may seem impulsive, but its real source is their radical selfishness, their inability to see themselves as others see them. More than just avoiding Vulgarians, you must make yourself their opposite—tact, style, and attention to detail are all basic requirements of a seducer.

Symbol: The Crab. In a harsh world, the crab survives by its hardened shell, by the threat of its pincers, and by burrowing into the sand. No one dares get too close. But the Crab cannot surprise its enemy and has little mobility. Its defensive strength is its supreme limitation.

Uses of Anti-Seduction

The best way to avoid entanglements with Anti-Seducers is to recognize them right away and give them a wide berth, but they often deceive us. Involvements with these types are painful, and are hard to disengage from, because the more emotional response you show, the more engaged you seem to be. Do not get angry—that may only encourage them or exacerbate their anti-seductive tendencies. Instead, act distant and indifferent, pay no attention to them, make them feel how little they matter to you. The best antidote to an Anti-Seducer is often to be anti-seductive yourself.

Cleopatra had a devastating effect on every man who crossed her path. Octavius—the future Emperor Augustus, and the man who would defeat and destroy Cleopatra’s lover Mark Antony—was well aware of her power, and defended himself against it by being always extremely amiable with her, courteous to the extreme, but never showing the slightest emotion, whether of interest or dislike. In other words, he treated her as if she were any other woman. Facing this front, she could not sink her hooks into him. Octavius made anti-seduction his defense against the most irresistible woman in history. Remember: seduction is a game of attention, of slowly filling the other person’s mind with your presence. Distance and inattention will create the opposite effect, and can be used as a tactic when the need arises.

Finally, if you really want to “anti-seduce,” simply feign the qualities listed at the beginning of the chapter. Nag; talk a lot, particularly about yourself; dress against the other person’s tastes; pay no attention to detail; suffocate, and so on. A word of warning: with the arguing type, the Windbag, never talk back too much. Words will only fan the flames. Adopt the Queen Victoria strategy: nod, seem to agree, then find an excuse to cut the conversation short. This is the only defense.

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Robert Greene’s Rake

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Today, it is not me who will give you a course of seduction, it is Robert Greene. In The art of seduction, he describes several profiles of seducers. Here is the one in which I recognized myself the most. I suggest you to read his book, by the way.

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A woman never quite feels desired and appreciate enough. She wants attention, but a man is too often distracted and unresponsive. The Rake is a great female fantasy figure—when he desires a woman, brief though that moment may be, he will go to the ends of the earth for her. He may be disloyal, dishonest, and amoral, but that only adds to his appeal. Unlike the normal, cautious male, the Rake is delightfully unrestrained, a slave to his love of women. There is the added lure of his reputation: so many women have succumbed to him, there has to be a reason. Words are a woman’s weakness, and the Rake is a master of seductive language. Stir a woman’s repressed longings by adapting the Rake’s mix of danger and pleasure.

Keys to the Character

At first it may seem strange that a man who is clearly dishonest, disloyal, and has no interest in marriage would have any appeal to a woman. But throughout all of history, and in all cultures, this type has had a fatal effect.

What the Rake offers is what society normally does not allow women: an affair of pure pleasure, an exciting brush with danger. A woman is often deeply oppressed by the role she is expected to play She is supposed to be the tender, civilizing force in society, and to want commitment and lifelong loyalty. But often her marriages and relationships give her not romance and devotion but routine and an endlessly distracted mate. It remains an abiding female fantasy to meet a man who gives totally of himself, who lives for her, even if only for a while.

This dark, repressed side of female desire found expression in the legend of Don Juan. At first the legend was a male fantasy: the adventurous knight who could have any woman he wanted. But in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, Don Juan slowly evolved from the masculine adventurer to a more feminized version: a man who lived only for women. This evolution came from women’s interest in the story, and was a result of their frustrated desires. Marriage for them was a form of indentured servitude; but Don Juan offered pleasure for its own sake, desire with no strings attached. For the time he crossed your path, you were all he thought about. His desire for you was so powerful that he gave you no time to think or to worry about the consequences. He would come in the night, give you an unforgettable moment, and then vanish. He might have conquered a thousand women before you, but that only made him more interesting; better to be abandoned than undesired by such a man.

The great seducers do not offer the mild pleasures that society condones. They touch a person’s unconscious, those repressed desires that cry out for liberation. Do not imagine that women are the tender creatures that some people would like them to be. Like men, they are deeply attracted to the forbidden, the dangerous, even the slightly evil. (Don Juan ends by going to hell, and the word “rake” comes from “rakehell,” a man who rakes the coals of hell; the devilish component, clearly, is an important part of the fantasy.) Always remember: if you are to play the Rake, you must convey a sense of risk and darkness, suggesting to your victim that she is participating in something rare and thrilling—a chance to play out her own rakish desires.

To play the Rake, the most obvious requirement is the ability to let yourself go, to draw a woman into the kind of purely sensual moment in which past and future lose meaning. You must be able to abandon yourself to the moment. (When the Rake Valmont—a character modeled after the Duke de Richelieu—in Laclos’ eighteenth-century novel Dangerous Liaisons writes letters that are obviously calculated to have a certain effect on his chosen victim, Madame de Tourvel, she sees right through them; but when his letters really do burn with passion, she begins to relent.) An added benefit of this quality is that it makes you seem unable to control yourself, a display of weakness that a woman enjoys. By abandoning yourself to the seduced, you make them feel that you exist for them alone—a feeling reflecting a truth, though a temporary one. Of the hundreds of women that Pablo Picasso, consummate rake, seduced over the years, most of them had the feeling that they were the only one he truly loved.

The Rake never worries about a woman’s resistance to him, or for that matter about any other obstacle in his path—a husband, a physical barrier. Resistance is only the spur to his desire, enflaming him all the more. When Picasso was seducing Françoise Gilot, in fact, he begged her to resist; he needed resistance to add to the thrill. In any case, an obstacle in your way gives you the opportunity to prove yourself, and the creativity you bring to matters of love. In the eleventh-century Japanese novel The Tale of Genji, by the court lady Murasaki Shikibu, the Rake Prince Niou is not disturbed by the sudden disappearance of Ukifune, the woman he loves. She has fled because although she is interested in the prince, she is in love with another man; but her absence allows the prince to go to extreme lengths to track her down. His sudden appearance to whisk her away to a house deep in the woods, and the gallantry he displays in doing so, overwhelm her. Remember: if no resistances or obstacles face you, you must create them. No seduction can proceed without them.

The Rake is an extreme personality. Impudent, sarcastic, and bitingly witty, he cares nothing for what anyone thinks. Paradoxically, this only makes him more seductive. In the courtlike atmosphere of studio-era Hollywood, when most of the actors behaved like dutiful sheep, the great Rake Errol Flynn stood out in his insolence. He defied the studio chiefs, engaged in the most extreme pranks, reveled in his reputation as Hollywood’s supreme seducer—all of which enhanced his popularity. The Rake needs a backdrop of convention—a stultified court, a humdrum marriage, a conservative culture—to shine, to be appreciated for the breath of fresh air he provides. Never worry about going too far: the Rake’s essence is that he goes further than anyone else.

When the Earl of Rochester, seventeenth-century England’s most notorious Rake and poet, abducted Elizabeth Malet, one of the most soughtafter young ladies of the court, he was duly punished. But lo and behold, a few years later young Elizabeth, though wooed by the most eligible bachelors in the country, chose Rochester to be her husband. In demonstrating his audacious desire, he made himself stand out from the crowd.

Related to the Rake’s extremism is the sense of danger, taboo, perhaps even the hint of cruelty about him. This was the appeal of another poet Rake, one of the greatest in history: Lord Byron. Byron disliked any kind of convention, and happily played this up. When he had an affair with his half sister, who bore a child by him, he made sure that all of England knew about it. He could be uncommonly cruel, as he was to his wife. But all of this only made him that much more desirable. Danger and taboo appeal to a repressed side in women, who are supposed to represent a civilizing, moralizing force in culture. Just as a man may fall victim to the Siren through his desire to be free of his sense of masculine responsibility, a woman may succumb to the Rake through her yearning to be free of the constraints of virtue and decency. Indeed it is often the most virtuous woman who falls most deeply in love with the Rake.

Among the Rake’s most seductive qualities is his ability to make women want to reform him. How many thought they would be the one to tame Lord Byron; how many of Picasso’s women thought they would finally be the one with whom he would spend the rest of his life. You must exploit this tendency to the fullest. When caught red-handed in rakishness, fall back on your weakness—your desire to change, and your inability to do so. With so many women at your feet, what can you do? You are the one who is the victim. You need help. Women will jump at this opportunity; they are uncommonly indulgent of the Rake, for he is such a pleasant, dashing figure. The desire to reform him disguises the true nature of their desire, the secret thrill they get from him. When President Bill Clinton was clearly caught out as a Rake, it was women who rushed to his defense, finding every possible excuse for him. The fact that the Rake is so devoted to women, in his own strange way, makes him lovable and seductive to them.

Finally, a Rake’s greatest asset is his reputation. Never downplay your bad name, or seem to apologize for it. Instead, embrace it, enhance it. It is what draws women to you. There are several things you must be known for: your irresistible attractiveness to women; your uncontrollable devotion to pleasure (this will make you seem weak, but also exciting to be around); your disdain for convention; a rebellious streak that makes you seem dangerous. This last element can be slightly hidden; on the surface, be polite and civil, while letting it be known that behind the scenes you are incorrigible. Duke de Richelieu made his conquests as public as possible, exciting other women’s competitive desire to join the club of the seduced. It was by reputation that Lord Byron attracted his willing victims. A woman may feel ambivalent about President Clinton’s reputation, but beneath that ambivalence is an underlying interest. Do not leave your reputation to chance or gossip; it is your life’s artwork, and you must craft it, hone it, and display it with the care of an artist.

Symbol: Fire.

The Rake burns with a desire that enflames the woman he is seducing. It is extreme, uncontrollable, and dangerous. The Rake may end in hell, but the flames surrounding him often make him seem that much more desirable to women.

Dangers

Like the Siren, the Rake faces the most danger from members of his own sex, who are far less indulgent than women are of his constant skirt chasing. In the old days, a Rake was often an aristocrat, and no matter how many people he offended or even killed, in the end he would go unpunished. Today, only stars and the very wealthy can play the Rake with impunity; the rest of us need to be careful.

Elvis Presley had been a shy young man. Attaining early stardom, and seeing the power it gave him over women, he went berserk, becoming a Rake almost overnight. Like many Rakes, Elvis had a predilection for women who were already taken. He found himself cornered by an angry husband or boyfriend on numerous occasions, and came away with a few cuts and bruises. This might seem to suggest that you should step lightly around husbands and boyfriends, especially early on in your career. But the charm of the Rake is that such dangers don’t matter to them. You cannot be a Rake by being fearful and prudent; the occasional pummeling is part of the game. Later on, in any case, at the height of Elvis’s fame, no husband would dare touch him.

The greater danger for the Rake comes not from the violently offended husband but from those insecure men who feel threatened by the Don Juan figure. Although they will not admit it, they envy the Rake’s life of pleasure, and like everyone envious, they will attack in hidden ways, often masking their persecutions as morality. The Rake may find his career endangered by such men (or by the occasional woman who is equally insecure, and who feels hurt because the Rake does not want her). There is little the Rake can do to avoid envy; if everyone was as successful in seduction, society would not function. So accept envy as a badge of honor. Don’t be naive, be aware. When attacked by a moralist persecutor, do not be taken in by their crusade; it is motivated by envy, pure and simple. You can blunt it by being less of a Rake, asking forgiveness, claiming to have reformed, but this will damage your reputation, making you seem less lovably rakish. In the end, it is better to suffer attacks with dignity and keep on seducing. Seduction is the source of your power; and you can always count on the infinite indulgence of women.

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My day good deed : I woke her up sexually

Ma bonne action du jour : Je l'ai réveillée sexuellement

May 8th 2015,

This week I’m in Tours with my grandmother. I must explain: I had a job interview in Paris and before going back I decided to visit her. It’s not very far.

So I told myself I was going to test Tinder in a new environment. It is no big deal.

On Monday I matched with a 32 years brunette who was with a horse and a hat on her photos. IRL she is a nurse but not naked under her blouse … (it was she who told me that but in underwear that’s fine too).

Opener “You also want to ride me and blow my obstacles?”
“It will be complicated: I do not make obstacle but on the other hand I train with spurs and whip.”.
“Lol. It is me who will train you, yeah!”
“You’re talking to a girl who trains horses over 500kg! I’m not sure that you have what it takes! Lol”
“Lol! You won’t be so cocky without your clothes !!”

A girl full of humor, then. Then she told me she thought I was “presumptuous” I replied that I was “ambitious” and “I like to give orgasms with my tongue.” She said that I had at least one quality. I had passed this fucking test…

She said that I was “a crazy dude” but “fun.” I replied “the best oral sex of your life within reach of click.” This is my new motto! Afterwards, she said she was not a big fan of oral sex, I answered that it is because most guys are bad and that I would show her how one licks pussies in the South.

So, she wanted to test me again, saying that the girls always said “it was great” just to please us and protect our ego and everything. I replied that I knew how to differentiate one who simulates and one who really enjoys her race.

I tried to get invited in her house but she repelled the assault “I will not invite a stranger directly at home!”
“I will not hurt you I promise! I’ll just make you feel good!”
“It was easy”
“Yes but it is nonetheless true!”

To punish her, I told her that I was not from Tours and that I stayed only four days. Just to put a little pressure on her! And I’m not talking about beer!

“You’re not even from Tours ! Ah bravo!”
“But I still can give you orgasms”
“And do you often give orgasms to chicks you don’t know?” I told her yes and that there’s nothing wrong with all of that.

I asked her if she always wore hats. She said “I do not wear it all the time”
“Clothes neither”
“Not at all the, but in your presence I think I’ll wear some!”
“That’s it, I want to kiss you. With tongue.”
“At least the first 5 minutes. Lol. Not with the tongue it’s gross”
“Ok for 5 minutes with underwear, then we let nature take its course.”
“You look charming in photographs but in real life we ​​are often disappointed !!”
“Often but fortunately not always “

After : she wanted to know everything about me, my passions, what I do in life, if I workout or not, etc. Because to get naked in front of me she needs to know a little bit me, it seems. “It is me who will put you naked to be exact.” Ok. “I write some funny stories, I go swimming three times a week and do enjoy giving orgasms to the girls I like, it boosts me.”

After she said “good night” and that I may be in her dreams. “And for a daydream tomorrow night?”
“We’ll see this! I like the unexpected!”
“I’m the unexpected.”

Message recovery the next day (Tuesday) “Today I still want to take off your bra.”
“It will be complicated, I have no bra.”
“Your panties instead”

Damn, I was so turned on! Too bad, that night, she had to go to a party with her friends. But I was entitled to another test for the road “why me, didn’t you find anyone else?”
“Haha funny this test. Because it is paradoxically easy to procrastinate rather than enjoy. Gone as you are, you’re going to wait Friday by postponing it would be stupid.”

Yesterday (Wednesday) SHE wrote the first message (it had perhaps made her think a little what I had sent her the day before) “So what are we doing tonight?”
“I give you an orgasm?”
“I cannot guarantee but we can go for a drink!”
“After if you like me, you invite me to your house?”
“Frankly we could go to your grandmother!
“Lol me I do not mind, it’s you and her.;)”
“It will depend on your tact. 9pm?”
“No I have not eaten yet. Is there a bar next to your place?”

There was nothing close and then it was getting late so I said “it seems very complicated all those round trips”
“You want to come over directly right?
“Yes”
“Lol !! I hope you’re a normal person! Otherwise it’s okay I have my whip.”
“Ok I bring cards if you want to play a strip – card game”
“Not bad! I am quite playful! Just a quick question, how tall are you?”
“Me too I am player! I’m 1m10 or 2m50 you’ll see! You should not put yourself under stress like that!”

So I came after making pancakes to my grandmother and for myself a good infusion of lime to relax. She was about 1m70, that’s why she asked my size: she did not want a short 1m60 guy without confidence inside her uterus. Pretty, not at all like her photos but nice … it’s just another type.

She opened a bottle of rosĂ© to disinhibit because it was “the first time” she was doing that. Yeah yeah! If that’s true it’s really sad for her. We played cards after 5 minutes of fluid conversation. I was the first naked. I let her win of course!;) She was quick to join me in my nudity anyway.

After the clothes, the one that lost could give a guarantee to another. At first she asked for a kiss on the neck … and then on the lips. Then a back massage during which I have pawed her breasts. Must say (in my defense) that she has nice tits very well proportioned. After, when I had won my turn, I took her hand and put it on my cock so she masturbates me. She said “I’m better with my mouth.” Okay. Persuasive. She asked me to sit on the couch, went on her knees and sucked me. She is a great swallower, I do not know why but it does not surprise me. I then licked her and she came as I had promised. I am a man of his word. I gave her some time to recover a little, she commented “OK yeah I have to admit it was really not bad.” Then she jumped on me by saying her ex got limp in that position but it’s her favourite. Then: missionary and lying down doggy (she had 7 cats).

After that we just discussed again, I took the opportunity to ask her first name. She told me that I was lucky to fall on a thirty nurse. Two factors affecting the openness, she said. She told me she had not fucked for months because she had an abortion, and said “thank you” because I woke her up sexually. I told her my anxiety attacks and the fact that I had been beaten in the heart by making love to her. I was scared but I knew it was probably just adrenaline or another damn hormone.

She wanted me to sleep with her, but I returned into the city center, so this morning my grandmother does not make me a scandal! Btw, it didn’t work.

Affectionate little message before going to bed: “I’ve trained you well with my whip I use for sex !!!;)”
“Wanker! You’re a small player I’m still dancing! And it happens often to me! Except that I’m half naked right now! Lol”

May the God of the Game give me a job in Tours and I fuck them all without exception (indeed, in four days I spoke with several girls … at least 3 I could fuck but I had to make a choice – or how the applicant takes the sexual power)!

All my advice to pick up on the Internet still available here.

Bye for now!

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Big up to Barney’s Naked Man

Image : How I Met Your Mother

The April 18, 2015,

I did not make a joke on April 1 this year. Not in the mood. No humor. Sorry.

Primo (yeah I am big-headed I speak Latin), I’m a bit pissed off there because I approached a small English Erasmus and I came up against a wall made in bad faith and broom in the ass.

The girl warmed me on Tinder for almost a week and then asked me “I’ll see you tonight?
– OK at what time and where ?” Guess what, that very night, silence … Accustomed to this kind of situation I zapped her telling myself she just freaked out like so many others before her. But three days later she contacted me and began to flirt again. She asked my FB … but then again no answer. I a little pressured her and she ended by admitting the reason of this sudden silence: she did not read but I am necessarily a motherfucker because I write about seduction ! Long live to myths and stereotypes ! Well, I negotiated the thing and we started afresh. She flirted for a few more days and then suddenly, while it became concrete again (we talked about a real date) she planted a knife in my back “stop harassing me”and blocked me. The word is strong anyway! “Harass!” For my part I consider that harassment is to insist when the girl said no. Insisting when she continues to flirt with me seems normal to me, on the contrary. My mistake here was to give her a second chance after her first flake. Apparently when you’re a fearful person, it’s for your whole life !!! I often see girls who are hot theoretically (normal) but who as soon as it becomes concrete succumb to their anxiety because it is easier and do not live an extraordinary thing (they watch TV instead) then they rationalize no matter how and often by blaming me! But I continue to stretch out my hand because some are recoverable (I do not take myself for a hero far from that it is just my point of view and my experience).

Deuxio (secondly), I saw a friend who helped me during my depression. I know this girl since high school but I had never seen her as a sexual girl. Why ? First of all, because I’ve known her at a time when she dressed like a bag (sorry) and had a little girl hair… so not very very sexy. Then she was the girlfriend of one of my friends … so ethically untouchable.

In the meantime, the friend in question has cheated on her many times during an Erasmus in Scotland, and she said still being in love blah. The usual emotional ride of a girl victim of the idea she has about love. It does not seem to me that she had another lover since him (1 year by the way) or she has not told me in any case (with chicks, everything is possible). In short, she said that sex was not interesting because she was still in love with him (easy excuse for not having to go out of her comfort zone). I told her to fuck a dude to turn the page.

Because she helped me overcome my depression and I now have thunder erections, I decided to play with her adrenaline rate a bit. I was determined to make her feel emotions. I invited her to eat with me, nothing crazy until there, we sometimes do so. Except that when she arrived, I told her “sorry I have not taken a shower yet take the computer while waiting for me there (on the bed) during two minutes.” I do not think it surprised her because I am a guy always like that. When I’m on time it’s that I am wrong!

So I actually went to take a shower but I came out with the towel around the waist and without any clothes. I lay down next to her on the bed. After a moment she dared to ask “what are you doing?
– I am hard look at it (it was true that this situation excited me a little)”

Make-or-break.

I began to caress her arm and then her neck her legs with my fingertips … at first, she bugged: she did not move. I kissed her neck and then went back up to her mouth and she gave me her cheek. I smiled, we talked a little, her objections were always the same, “he’s an asshole but I’m still in love with him, I prefer tall men you’re not really my type, etc.” I presented my views and told her it would strengthen our friendship (that’s right – it’s always better to me to have sex with my friends like that I won’t be jealous of the guys who bang her after me on the condition to do not become addicted to her IE to have other options). And then I’m maybe not her type, I can believe it : some find me cute, some average and some even ugly (which ones are right? probably all): It is her right. But I can in any case still offer a very good roll up!

In short, after many negotiations and a foot in the door (a kiss on the mouth), she let me lick her pussy. The strip was exquisite, I admit. I am accustomed to bang chicks without really knowing the after only a few hours or even minutes of discussions … I admit it’s not bad to desire for a while although it was moderate desire . It reminded me of my early Game when I was much more invested in my interactions. Sensations that were pleasant to find!

After oral sex, she implored to take her. It’s often like that! I did and then we ate. We went back to bed a little later in the afternoon and this time she sucked me and came really strongly. Amazing how chicks who look a bit tight-ass can reveal naughty in the privacy.

For me this adventure is similar to the “naked man” by master Barney Stinson. Well, big up and homage to him when he sodomized the goat in his bathroom (when he was not able to pick up a chick or transexual)!

Tertio, I saw Red pants again. We played a strip card game and I lost. I had to lick her until orgasm. Then we has sex into 3 or 4 positions. It made me happy to see her again. She is still very hot. The same evening she flooded with texts. I think when you fuck a girl in a good way you do not need to chase her after.

Quatro, with my shrink, we move on. That’s what I’m suffering from, according to him :

– Panic Attacks: sudden terror or intense discomfort arising out of circumstances involving a vital risk. It is manifested by symptoms such as: the fear of death – the fear of going crazy – fear of losing control of myself – feelings of unreality or depersonalization – the feeling/sensations of fainting – dizziness – palpitations – tremors, muscle twitching – throttling sensations – tinnitus – sweating – a white veil before the eyes – chills or hot flashes. At least 2% of the general population suffers from this disorder.

– Agoraphobia : anxiety of being in places or situations from which escaping might be difficult (or embarrassing) or in which escape may not be easy in case of panic attack. Situations characteristics: being alone outside; being in a crowd or a queue; on a bridge or in a subway. These situations are either avoided or endured with marked distress or well with the fear of having a panic attack or requiring the presence of a companion. Personally, it’s more into “queues”.

– Generalized Anxiety : chronic anxiety manifested by continuous and excessive worry in all basic activities of life. Daily (work, family, health, finance, etc.) is the source of intense torment and of constant tensions, anxieties insurmountable. The anxious person feels constantly overwhelmed by events. She imagines disaster scenarios that could occur to her or her relatives. Widespread anxiety often goes hand in hand with intolerance of uncertainty, emotionality, irritability, constant need to do well and be reassured. The most common symptoms experienced are fatigue (sometimes exhaustion), difficulty to concentrate, muscle tension, headaches, migraines, sleeping problems or digestion … At least 10% of the general population suffer from this disorder.

– State of post-traumatic stress: the subject was exposed to a traumatic event in which both of the following were present: 1) the person was confronted with an event during which his physical integrity or that of others could be threatened 2) the reaction of the subject to the event has involved intense fear, helplessness or horror. This disorder is a response to a situation of threatening incuding an exceptionally stressful event.

Another thing: the kind of shitty psychoanalyst I had seen before was implying that I was happy to be unhappy and I was happy to be in this situation (it’s easy to say this and makes people feel really guilty… we really wonder why we pay these people who are like graduated assholes). And besides, he said that I was unconsciously provoking my panic attacks to draw the attention of my mother and not having to go to work now that I graduated. What a bunch of crap! So I started looking for a job in Lyon or Paris (with a preference for Lyon : because city less stressful I think). And I have much less panic attacks and they are less powerful, I can handle them through breathing.

Quinto, I know that these last two adventures I have told are not really Internet-related (except that the first was booked on the net and there with my friend we talked a lot on FB ) but hey they are so exceptional that I was urged to tell them (too afraid of not living long enough to share it with you). Then for the telling of the story, in general, they are important nonetheless. Finally all that to tell you a thing I remembered recently, on day, my grandfather told me how he met my grandmother. He had a colleague at work and close friend who got married and he told him “I also want to get married now” … then the friend replied that his wife had a friend in a village of ArdĂšche who wanted to get married too. He gave her address and they began to write. Then they met up and it worked. What I mean by that is that it’s pretty close to contemporary Internet Dating and this is perhaps why I love it so much! I met my little Virginie on Adopt and we are very happy. In addition it is the only one I fuck without condoms! It is a very intimate and special relationship.

Finally, here we are, I spoke again about my grandfather: I really have let him go, otherwise I should not wonder why I have death in me.

May the God of the Game be with us!

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Application of Brad P’s method “10 minutes seduction”

March 28th 2015,

I finally tested this Fast Seduction technique that I learned in the seminar of Brad P (not Brad Pitt but an American PUA who took this pen name). Well, I had tested it before but let’s say that it is the first time it worked so well! I was sent to Hell several times in the past by trying this method but well I don’t care thus I persevered. And there, that worked thus I am very proud to share this adventure with you!!!

I put you back in the bath: I am under Zoloft (antidepressant) since a few weeks. At the beginning, it was very hard because I had read the list of the side effects and I provoked them all myself. At the beginning, just taking the pill provoked an anxiety attack (fear of poisoning – you know that I am the kind of dude who does not even take an aspirin when he has a headache). But, little by little, I began to feel better, I took only 2 or 3 quarters of Lexomil, the thorough treatment being enough… on the other hand I have to take it during at least 6 months. I returned to sport (swimming – 1km three time a week – racing breaststroke, crawl, back) even if I was persuaded at the beginning I would die during the effort. The simple advice of my shrink in Marseille: “live in mode carpe diem and accept the death”. I spend my time to sound myself because of all the strange symptoms I have, I am not still firmly convinced I have no disease, that’s the thing. Thus, seeing that I got better all the same (I still have sounds in the ear, cramps, irrational fears, dizzinesses and palpitation), my mother decided to accelerate the process and paid me a WE in a sort of SPA hotel with massages and everything so that I relax well. Yes, my mother has not only defects!

It is in this hotel that it happened. On Fridays, I admit, I just got on with some girls who worked there (like Dolteau would do). But on Saturday evening, seen that I cleared off on Sunday morning : I didn’t gave a damn of all this anymore then I risked everything (method of Brad P – 10 minutes seduction).

At the end of Saturday, I asked one of the masseuses with whom I had established all the same a good eye contact and with whom I had a discussion rather about sex (in a quite abstracted way until that moment I admit) “I really want to masturbate after that, could you recommend me a discreet place?”

I asked in a manly but not threatening way: there was all the same some sweetness in my voice. I wanted that she understands well that even if she did not help me to find a place, I was going to give a fuck somewhere anyway. She advised me ultra-clean toilet with a little smile… then I continued “you know that would make all the thing much more exciting if you came with me and watched?”. She had probably understood that for me the sex was just a hobby and that I would not judge her because she emitted some rhetoric objections but eventually came “I have never done that seriously it is crazy
– Me neither… but life is short and full of pain so let’s enjoy it”. I didn’t believe it! Sensation of irreality.

It is true that it smelt good in these toilet (that’s it the hotels dedicated to relaxation… in addition that probably changed her from the old men whom she usually sees). Thus I began to masturbate, and she was a little bit distant but I read in her eyes that she was excited ! Then I asked her if she wanted to give me a hand… and it turned into a blowjob. Well, first of all, she took it in her hand and everything then she kneeled down and gulped down it. Do not call me an asshole, at no time I forced this girl: only questions and suggestions. Her excitement came from my natural power of man’s body on her feminine body, that’s it, I speak about it very well in The inconvenient truth about gender relations. It overrode her logic.

She admitted to me that what turned her on was especially that I am a total unknown. That I am vulnerable in certain domains but so confident sexually speaking. And that she had a boyfriend but that in the bed it was a little bit the routine while I had offered her the possibility of realizing one of her fantasies: watching a guy jerking off… I was so confident over the moment that I dared to push the cork “that would be better to have a bed next time, no?
– yes, I admit. But I like to make standing love too.” Fuck, me too I love it so much !!!

Finally: I planned to take her in my room and to savor her all night long (what a romantic I am) but I was finally entitled to a standing doggy style in this very bathroom. She loved dirty talk. It was really too exciting, in addition she was far from ugly the scamp. I told her “that must be sooo good to be inside of you… I really want you right now like in a timeless bubble out of our lives…” I guess that it was the trigger. Well, that depends on girls: the important it is to be fixed quickly… either she says yes, or she says no and you move on (until the following one). You need to accept rejection as something that moves closer you to a “YES”. In any case, this is my philosophy of game. What I mean it is that if we base on the statistics and if we have let’s say 1 % of chances that it works, that does not mean that we are going to fail 99 times before succeeding, that means that on 100 tries, that is going to work on average once but maybe during one of the first tries. Then here we are, every failure, and God knows it can be violent (some were very offended by my request ie watching me masturbating) moves us closer to a “yes”. And that’s it to be a pick-up artist. Full stop. You will never fuck all the girls on Earth, you will never seduce them all, but you are rather intelligent to play on the statistics (and to increase your success rate thanks to certain things such as a mastering of your body language) and so achieve exploits that most of the guys find incredible. But that will require courage, just like catching the 151 pokemons, because you will sometimes take the rap and play along on your way: some, instead of appreciating the kind of guys you are (adventurer), will try to humble you!

Women have a power on us (just like we have on them but this is a taboo subject). And this kind of sexual exploits boosts me, so I think that the game can help me once again to beat my fears. Or at least to change my mind. I want to see again my buddies, it is already good… finally that those who did not go away during my depression. For example Hafid.

Well, next time I’ll try to ask girls if I can accompany them in toilet to watch them having a pee and I destroy their ass after in fact. (Yeah I am hot and totally disinhibited, it is maybe a side effect of Zoloft). I specify that I was kidding here, I find that a little bit glaucous to watch her have a pie.

Well other thing, a good news : Virginie started making me very good blowjobs and I showed her what 69 looks like, she loves that. As they say, all things come. I also lick her in all the positions (top, bottom, front, behind, under the shower, on the bed, standing, lied down, sat on a chair, in her university…)

In conclusion I would say that what interests me it is not so much to screw girls, I am not a mentally ill person, otherwise I would use always the same method again and again to have sex. But what interests me it is to try a lot of different things and to deeply understand women. Because I love them. I do not hate them, I do not want to take my revenge on them. I love them, that’s it, and I want to show it to them by giving them a lot of pleasure. And by making them good memories.

May the god of the Game be with you !

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How to make a threesome with two girls ?

Image : How I Met Your Mother

Many men are, like Barney, in search of Threeway Belt (belt awarded to the king of the threesome). But in practice, very few men have already made it or will make it one day. This article aims at making this statistics rise.

There are, according to me, 6 scenarios which can lead you to the 3some (or 4some, let’s be crazy, it is the same principle):

With a girl you know, you meet another woman.

A minimum level of trust between both of you is needed (or she totally doesn’t give a damn about you) because she can be afraid that you prefer sleeping with the other one. Jealousy should not have its place in this kind of relation, but it’s always a little bit here, especially with the beginners.

You can go hunting in a bar or on the Internet, so you can choose together and agree on your target.

That’s what happened to me in this adventure.

You meet two women independently and you bring them together for a threesome.

I advise you to have already slept with both girls separately before doing that (otherwise the novelty would make you invest more in the new one and the other one would be disappointed). Try to test the ground to see if they are bisexual or heterosexual-curious. Try to test the ground also to see if they have already made some plans with more than two persons and what they think of it. Roughly, try to see if they are opened to this kind of thing. And if not? Certain blockings are just unfounded fears and you could convince them to have a change of mind. Then (or before, to bring the subject), you can show to each girl some photos of the other one.

That’s what I did in this adventure.

If they are both opened, the less tight-ass could become your accomplice to corrupt the other one. Another strategy is to make the more tight-ass come at your home and to start by warming her then you invite the accomplice to join you one hour later when you are hot. To put her well in the mood, you can begin by licking the pussy of the girl who is really shy. So presented a fait accompli, she will have less time to be anxious and your success rate will increase. In a general way, do not too much let them think because when we think too much in this kind of situation, we do panic!On the other hand, they will be satisfied to have made the effort to go out of their comfort zone when it will be over. They will maybe even thank you! Some people think that the fantasies are not made to be realized, but it is stupid, I think, it is just the fear and the politically correct which is speaking there! Pay attention also on those who rationalize the next day and who are mad at you for making it happen but who are happy in fact (they just do not assume). Finally, another trap here: uncomfortable people can make awkward remarks or moves in this kind of moment and that can ruin everything. Thus, in the doubt, brief them and tell them to shut up.

With the same logic, you can make 4somes too, like in this story.

You meet two women who are friends and it turns into a threesome.

It is the most difficult. That happens most of the time with girls who like partying or with partner-swappers. Very rarely, the women agree on fucking a guy together, because of their respective inhibitions and of their fear of comparison. But they often speak about it “for fun”, don’t be naive, then it’s up to you to make it happen. One of the fears that I meet most of the time in this kind of situation, it is the fear of spoiling her friendship with the other girl. Many people would prefer to make it with an unknown. Why not?

You were ready to finish the night with a girl, then you pick up another one in fact.

The first one you have picked up has to be an adventuress, at ease with herself and open to girls. By a fortunate coincidence, they also have to be both depilated tonight… 😉

You have to learn how feel the possibilities so you can seize them when they present. You have to dare to ask the girls if they have already made with a girl and if they would be interested. This subject does not have to put you uncomfortable, many guys are afraid of it, but this is counterproductive. Open your range of possibilities!

If it happens, it will certainly be your responsibility to manage the logistics, to organize and to orchestrate the thing. You can suggest them having a drink at your home (the oldest excuse of the world) as a pretext to make the evening turn into what you expect. You can also propose a alcohol game or a game like a strip-poker. Note that the nights like strip-game-with-cards with just a little bit of alcohol so that they disinhibit and assume more easily to make what they really want to make at the bottom of them led me far: a plan with 6 persons with a 50% ratio M/W (not yet published on the blog this adventure)! There even was a couple which was skeptical at the beginning but which finally joined us into the bedroom. The games “truth or dare” or the massages can also make an evening go wild on the condition of daring, assuming and showing the example.

You have to create a funny vibe and not be in the judgment. They shouldn’t feel dirty, feel like whores neither garbage nor thinking for a single second you do not respect them. The most feverish can spoil everything, thus take particularly care of her. And do not forget condoms!

A girl tries to pick up another girl for you or proposes you a 3some with one of her friends.

Some people like making things themselves. Do not we say that you are never served as well as by yourself? They will go in the front line to approach girls to make a 3some and that will be much easier because a girl is less thought of as a sex-starved than a man. Watch out, your interlocutors have to take you seriously.

This is obviously the most comfortable for a man but that will happen only if you succeed in making your friends turn in mode inhibitions-free.

That also happens when you are in couple with a girl who wants to pepper things or who wants to prove things to herself. It’s up to you to see if you are ready to give it a try because you can lose her by clumsiness (sensitive ground)… indeed, how would you feel if your girl wanted to make a threesome with another guy?

You can join a group of partner-swappers.

Many are those who like that, whether it is in a regular way or occasionally. They meet on the Internet, in special clubs or in private parties.

If you want to become a partner-swappers you have to learn a little their philosophy of life and especially the respect (the hygiene too). But anyway, if you want to become a PUA, it is the same thing.

You must also and above all have something to offer. Even if you are very cute or if you are the king of the pussy licking, that is not enough: thus it is necessary for you to bring a women. One or several bisexual girls and you are king of the night. It is sad but it is like in clubs… they have more sexual value than us… boo boo. “Fucking country!” As Zlatan would say.

In any situation, the thing it is to recognize the possibility of making a threesome a long time before to be able to make germinate seeds in their head to develop subtly things in the right direction. Especially, do not be mad at yourself if you are curious to make this kind of experience (a lot of people will want to make you make feel guilty) but do not forget that those who have a little power like DSK have a lot of fun making orgies, it is for a good reason! It is fun, that’s it… maybe the Cro-Magnon man made some orgies in his cave with his buddies.

The threesomes, it is not only WWM, that also can be MMW.

It can be a fantasy for girls to have sex with two guys at the same time. You can use this to bang you girls who would not have slept with “just” you (the power of the fantasy of having two guys for herself). You can exchange as well sex friends with buddies but pay attention because sex can make things complicated with him after (jealousy and all this). It can change a relationship.

That’s what we did in this adventure and this one with my wingman.

The morality : be open-minded and the women around you will easily dare to be more open-minded.

Good luck in your quest for the Holy Grail!

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Too much vulgarities in this text

On 86th February 2015,

Before you read this, keep sharp objects away from you: I would like to spare my public collective suicide. I alternate, in what follows, navel gazing, vulgarity and poetry: it can make a chemical gangbang in your head and make you so much wanting to you would explode from the basis of your sex. The problem is that on one side, inspiration cannot be bought… but you have to make laugh this audience literally addicted & junkie to sex. There’s this fucking chronic which awaits me at a halt. She taunts me from afar like a dependent child who expects his small strawberry pots and is very greedy! A text on my blog is prepared with as much delicacy as a little whoopee.

So I write this after I warmed in company of young student who had just more than 30 years if we add them (with whom I spent a great evening despite what you’ll read spoke after I wanted to cram). Two girls with oriental charm. “It’s the dough I earn on my blog that interests you so much the chintok? And you want to stay how long this morning the niakouĂ©? Move your ass to leave because last night I needed you to empty my cock but this morning you are no longer useful to me because I have to write what is urgent so do not forget to pick up your panties Petit Bateau. And by the way thank you to the food before leaving bitches, if you could also go scrubbing the toilets and vacuum three dust grains showing off your ass and whistling the Marseillaise before entering your HLM it would be perfect.” One doesn’t say that love lasts three hours and then only if they are two? Well. They not only did not help me to write when I was begging for inspiration, but the more I listened them talking more I liked oysters.

With that said, I must admit, even by myself without being disturbed, I struggled to give birth without an epidural to this text because it is far from my usual writing universe. But my goal is to modernize the language while immersing mine in the one of a young reader: it’s not easy, fucking camel ass, I must go out of my comfort zone! Rereading, I also say to myself that even AmĂ©lie Nothomb could have done better by scribbling on a toilet paper (she is very modern but writes without modernism making her responsible for Amazon deforestation hop go to jail). I assume and I still sign the text at the end, taking care to dip my pen in my first drop of semen day. Otherwise, I know myself and I’ll wait until having JP Coffe haircut (long live capillary solidarity to the king of the pain in the ass dictation too) before publishing something else on my blog. And anyway, the result will never be worse than the marriage proposal Domenech. Go soccer players, call me a misogynist asshole and pretentious … it missed me too, band of illiterate !!! Big up to the mĂ©lanchonistes nerds!

I know that lately I wrote rather pessimistic articles. At the same time, it’s hard to resist stress attacks (a thought for African countries who do not know the freedom of expression – a world where nobody can say something stupid it is a world of morons) , the stolen photos, hackers tapping, the paranoid Jews (ie a handful of assholes that do not even read me take me for an anti-Semitic), the pressure of finance and moods of the housewife under fifty rods. But hey it’s part of life all this: there are ups and downs (bra and thong) in life. So I decided to take up (or lowers depends on your point of view) the level of my blog based on gender approximations easy jokes on the physics of our last two presidents (seriously these guys bang Carla Bruni and Julie Gayet I fantasize about them from the age of 15?) and racist provocations (the Arab countries have only anecdotal problems such as buying the PSG). I says it all: I’m a motherfucker in this article so let me go ahead of the foreskin! I do not want to have to finish my damn chronic justifying on everything! Fucking lobster!

Right now, I feel rather better, thanks to the presence of my dear Virginie (my friend, my lover, my love) and the lack of Padawan and metallers of my life (they put a great atmosphere by not coming).

I recently went out with guys met on a pickup forum. We will call one Frank Ribery because of the fact that he speaks French very well like a bad translation of Reverso. Small inferiority complex in front of him, however, on learning that he had a 230 cm long cock. We could call the other Marc Lavoine since his main seduction technique is to do his “regard rĂ©volver” I talk to a girl (an animal technique that would make jealous Leo Carpaccio Di). This is a somewhat perverse Kabyle who runs a grocery store and scratches his balls looking at his client’s eyes. I do not like peopke try to steal my targets so elegantly so I decided to install a digital code on Virginie’s pussy whose key would be the end of my rod (you never know it could excite her or why not a barbed wire up). Besides speaking of you, dear love Vivie, how long am I begging you on my knees knees to make you redo the breasts ???

Well, let’s go back to Game, who had to approach the first one? Fucking Breton uneducated ass, I was appointed by the cover surprise unanimously. I hope it will not be the same when we will play to determine who will have to Frenchkiss Luc Besson. Fucking ass of leopard not flared!

Well, I saw a chick. I went faster than Speedy Gonzales (only the oldest will understand the reference but small wanker knows that the future belongs to those who get up early): Gammon wind, tie askew, glasses fogged .. I as was like is my habit: funny and vulgar rash (talkative, narcissistic, neurotic) to impress my wingmen of the day and mix my saliva with the one of this naughty origin redhead (she had a passport to reside in France). I decided to pursue my advances until she gives way but hopefully the routine I usually use on silicone young sluts worked “you love big cocks? you should find yourself a guy who has one … random example: me. ”

After a moment her burning brow like a Berlusconi night began to sweat (IDI), she asked me “What is your passion?
– The guys of the PTT bar, Benzema and Jojo my hamster
– Go to castration
– I would not be equipped to make love to you in this case
– Okay [damn I had no more motivation to seek a joke because I was falling on the stairs of the blunder so I decided to play the card of the frankness]
– Go and put your ass in front of me in a bar, it’s not every day that you meet a boy so unbalanced. I swear I have not AIDS, I even cried with joy by dancing in the kitchen when I got my results
– OK well just because you’re funny. And it’s the last holidays after I leave Aix for an internship so I do not care
– OK but I beg you to stop right away to look at me this way I have the impression of being a chicken supreme with orange.
– I warn you right now I will not sleep with you
– You never know, everything is so fast nowadays with NICT”

I played footsie at the bar. By rubbing the right place. She did the same on me. This was my first orgasm in public … her first orgasm (to exorcise there’s nothing better). I asked the tramp who had settled in front of the bar to look down, this kind of twisted was watching us by jerking off (it was a Romanian plaintive begging with his eyes just like you right now dear reader) . She had given me hungry with all this: not a sandwich homegrown but a “falafelation”. A little bonus for her, she was a believer: those who still think that the Bible is not just for stalling a TV manufactured in North Korea by children.

My two wingmen (my comrades in the fight against feminism), these repressed fags were leaving by saying “if we stay we will end up like two gays watching you having sex.” I grabbed one by the collar of his tweed jacket that suits him so badly and I requested him to move his ass and to approach a girl. He crapped on it literally. Amid these AFC I felt like Patrick SĂ©bastien lost in a cultural show and singing “the tight little guy stuck at the bottom of this pussy” according to the principle antagonist comedy by Dany Boon … Leave if you are ready to cook pies I’ll put you in the face fucking losers! The beefier said “c’mon dude go on” but I did not want to inflict a beating last. And I thought these people were interested in football, they were almost frequentable, I am very disappointed …

So I took the girl by the hand, saying “just go to bed and take a shower before in the hope I see you going out of it before you dress up” and they went home too . She enjoyed rubbing against my tuft compressed by her suspender belt. She really liked my comic talent in bed. During the break, we watched a porn with Rocco who was licking his toes stretched range. Damn I’ll erase this passage rereading it makes me look like a big weird anyway. In short, she again suck on my little coquetry I showed her with pride. I then sodomized her with a steel gadget. We qualified our antics of a zest materialism ” your cock is a little tanned
– you haven’t the mark of the swinsuit. ”

Her brother phoned while we fucked and I took the phone because she was handcuffed. He asked what is abortion for a dissertation, I guess. I said “that’s what your parents regret not having done when there was still time.” I am a real motherfucker, I hope he did not want to cut his dick with his zapper television after that and even when it helped a bit. No seriously, to be forgiven I will offer him a useful gift: Prozac. She, the naughty redhead, has not liked me too trolling her brother this way knowing that she was herself to her 6th yoga exercise and 3rd Prozac of the day. She left with the eyes as keen as Doherty at the exit of a custody (I have much affection for him because he is a former drug addict brother to the notorious perversity). I said I was desperate to apologize even plunge my tongue in a titanium condom. Seriously, her wispy look might make me hard just by crossing it in the the tail of the ANPE. Beautiful and not even stupid: I was happy not to keep my miasma for me even if she has left a little abruptly.

After she left, I turned off the camera I left running to my room. This is the Youporn & Michel d’Aix en Provence. I returned picking up because it was not late and came across an ultra-naughty chick. When you picked up so cold woman you can do Pick-Up at the North Pole. I take my ticket? No seriously it made me disgusted.

Well I went to bed naked as a Chernobyl beach and I dreamed that I was eating with Franky Ribery. The guy of the forum, not the real footballer. He reminded me Padawan in the sense that he was a fan of organic food. I’d eat well with complete Quinoa rice, me, his shitty principles. So I was eating at a vegetarian restaurant in front of the other fag then he started kissing me, his little goat was able to thrill the parts of my body until that night completely unsuspected. He insisted licking my toes in a public place, too. What a strange and penetrating dream. It was a very stormy passion. It made me almost as excited as having my first homosexual experience with our national poet Eric Zemmour or take classes of handling crowds with Alain Pipeau Soral at an orgy with his 700 conquests. Know that I am really desperate to go on the show of a certain shortsighted homosexual and communist leader (in the world of showbiz after 10pm we do not order just sushis so I can try my luck). I should point out though that I am not more gay than Teddy Rhiner normally, I just do it for cash.

The next day when I walked into town, I saw an ex,(we share a past oral sex) rich suffering from an huge intellectual complex. The poor took good 20 kilos and as much of cocaine since the last time I saw her. We used to fuck in front of the DVD of Amelie Poulain with condoms YSL, while receiving Bordeaux intravenously. Contact violent wet body, our tongues connected … short preliminary bourgeois type before coitus tendency proletarian. After she fell asleep like a baby of 50 kilos for 1m65. Sometimes we fought then drank discord whiskey before welcoming the rise in us of the orgasmic reconciliation. With her bank account (or rather the one of her parents) we enjoyed complete freedom with all the consequences that it may lead: I should marry her (her or murder her father and marry her mother), I’would not have had to work in my life. But her pussy was wet with alcohol and after a cunnilingus I was still drunk. Too bad because I was feeling good in her frail arms of supermodel anorexic. I look like a homosexual when I write it a bit but it’s like that.

We all the same married in Vegas with this crazy who had not warned her parents we were leaving (it was Bonnie and Clyde but it saved us from a ritual damn religious marriage / divorce / carnage / suicide) . “Are you willing to take to your sexual partner in orgies for wife, miss XXXX?
– Yes
– You can make the exchange of XXL condom latex free
” (I wear a vigorous sex, 40cm a piece of choice you can confess you dream the night of my elegant penis little slut reader) I’m a guy very mobilized for the cause of big dicks, I even took actions in Durex. WHAT MY TEXT IS TOO MUCH ???! You do not like the hexagonal red white blue humor, Marine? Oh damn I love these police jokes.

In short my relationship with her had to remain secret (between her, me and her little sister who should not open the door nor mouth). Go do not throw me the stone … what at 5 year old you never wanted to suck something? Remember how you felt when your parents allowed you to take a hand in the cage of the zoo panda … well here is the same.

Having seen her again had moved me so I went to bed early with chamomile (also common syndrome among employees of La Poste but them it is rather when they work) like my grandmother who loves Sarkozy and who has baladuriens breasts! I dreamed last night that Emmanuelle BĂ©art had invited me staying home because I was in the street. She hid condoms in her lips. But like in Toy Boy I cheated on her once installed in her luxurious Paris apartment because she had a furious tend to be more beautiful when I’m in trouble. Then they all tend to resemble to those they were the day before, it is a problem for guys like me for who infidelity rooted in their genetic heritage (I was bitten by a genetically modified gorilla). The alarm clock rang, I had to go to the shrink.

So although my therapist did not want me to take meds and tried to dissuade me, saying that it gave cancer and Alzheimer’s, I decided to go to a “psychiatrist” this time. Like De Niro in Analyze This, there’s no shame. To get there I asked my way to a cop who embodied the authority about as well as I embody humility.

The doctor is a little pedantic and fat dude, exercising for $75 / 20 minutes in a street not far from the nightclub where I banged chicks against the fountain located behind the above-cited nightclub.

I’ll not lie to you, I felt on a psychoanalyst. Direct He asked me how it was going with my mother? “You will find the answer on dequoijememletamerelapute.com and cateregardepasconnard.com”

When he asked me € 75 for half an hour, I had the impression of having participated in a dinner where the stupid guest was the patient. Really felt like the Nabila of psychiatry. ME I WOULD HAVE A PROBLEM BECAUSE WHEN I WAS A KID I LISTENED WISELY MY FATHER CALLING MY MOTHER WHORE AND BITCH ???!

After the first session, he said nothing, given nothing, he only said “see you in three weeks.” Three weeks later, he told me to take Valium morning noon and night just to be well high. Three weeks later, he told me he thought I was going very badly, that my case was serious, I needed a strong thing to get out of my depression but he still did not know what then I had to come back in three weeks. I almost killed him, ransack his waiting room and set fire to hide my tracks.

So know that I fuck the shrinks practicing psychoanalysis and do not reprove me even if I have to get it the peephole of Freudian bourgeoisie. This stuff is really crap. The goal is not even to heal. Fucking Freudian kamikazes! At the middle of an analysis you make yourself hara-kiri, it is not possible otherwise! I’m sure the tubes and envious rejoice that I am sick! It’s ridiculous !

My conclusion is that most psychologists are crazier than their patients. And I have a problem of control / anger. I must go hugging my cat and eating chocolate to overcome this because I feel murder desires. 3 sessions of € 75 for remarks that do not advance me. FUCK !

The passage in bold is the only part of the text that is not totally a joke huh I am a fake megalomaniac, a fake narcissistic and I did not already have a big head at 14 years … neurologically I goes well I’m just trying to lighten the mood with this text. That’s it for the news so I will try to return to the therapist who treated me well during my first depression even though it is farther (Marseille) it’s half the price and he is twice more famous. And he has not already proved he was good not like this loser who thinks he’s a god damn because he gave courses at the Faculty of Medicine (poor students).

Well I stop to talking about it because Ihave phosphenes and the heart that beat hard in my ears. Great birthday present he given me this motherfucker, fortunately Virginie came to see me after. Well. I rather want to throw my ironical venom on my motherfucker brother.

So thank you to my brother for showing me everything I should not do in life. The crap he does in his life is the same level that sending Claude Gueant to a concert of Diam’s the hottie. Smiling did not happen to him since the age of 8. 400 cans of beer under lamp per day that’s a lot anyway! Besides, he dares not without audacity driving by being drunk! He may fall like shit fom his scooter, like Depardieu, they have in common btw that they are helped by their obesity. It hangs in his face like a dry mucus … but he should not expect me to pay a € 5,000 bribe to leave the cabin once the cops will look at how he drives. Personally, if I go to jail one day, it’s because it’s illegal to have such a sex appeal.

I came out picking up chicks after going to the shrink: I wanted to enjoy another courtesan. I felt on a girl who did not want me. But I thought she wanted to play: when I approached her, she pushed me and shouted like I was an assassin. I lost my means like Jacques Attali stammering a brilliant theory left. I was shaking like the hands of Jacques Chirac sweetening strawberries without someone coming checking if they are outdated or not so I pulled out the spoon oyster and poker that I always carry with me to silence her. It was fortunate: my cellar was hopelessly empty, I had noone to hide in it for a while. Traces of my DNA will be found in her hair. Hands tied, she won’t be able to unmake up in addition, she will remain beautiful like that.

Know that I am against this shameless world where some lax husbands still allow their wives to leave exposed ankles in the street (the cellars then what is it for ???). What the fuck those tits apparent in movies, seriously ??? They have in addition civil rights that allow them to sleep with nicer guys, more muscular, richer … and leave us when we still love them! Let’s all wear the veil like in the country were heads fall (some not for aesthetic reasons but for religious) and live in a happy world as a family reunion at my aunt’s …

The last two paragraphs were ironic (Iro who is that?), I hope that you understood.

The time she wakes up, what to do tonight? For the trifle only counting on my left hand? OH NO ! I continued my NPU. This is where I met the two girls I mentioned at the beginning of the article. As pickup technique I invited them to come watching an interview of MĂ©lanchon who thought as usual being in a meeting with me. Big thunderbolt: I immediately thought of engaging both domestic toothless (soon they will know the ideal temperature of my bubble baths ahlala I like the small staff and I’m talking about women of course). Fairly important detail to be noticed, one had huge tits (I had never met an Asian hot like that but apparently it exists) a question nagging me: what was she going to do with all that milk? In short, my little spring rolls I’ve had all the sauces (that’s more than two hours that I have acquired them in a trendy restaurant in the middle of a crowd of mojitos).

I was still tired at 4am, and they would not stop fucking so I pulled out my tranquilizer gun and I put the highest dose (the one I use to get rid of polar bears and elephants Africa who sometimes cross my apartment). I hope they will not mind I stopped them in a full rise of oestrogene it is a blow to become crazy but I’m already so I don’t give a shit! (I have a gastro that’s why I’m in a bad mood). My adrenaline is finally back down playing crosswords on the ground floor at 5am and I could sleep with moist eyes that reviews the unfortunate love of his life and she is not even unhappy without him, he lowers his head and sees that she is expecting a baby. Another has banged her better than him in the soiled sheets of their past love. Note to myself: I must compare my cuckold’s horns with those of my ex!

I ended up releasing the one who lived in my basement because she almost knocked down. It would not have been a bad thing (but that does not happen) : my child would have spent the ENA, Science Po and Normale Sup. I would have signed autographs instead of his dangerous liaisons books. And when he had landed at a new school, his father would have already slept with at least one student and his mother, it is important!

For the rest, I’ll meet you in a club of orgies precisely located between Lille and Marseille (a hint: the one I was expelled for a month for not coupled myself one night). Mind you I do not spend my copyright windfall nights in debauchery, not more than 7 times a week anyway. They distribute condoms like Tagada strawberries. It is a real butcher there, clay pigeon shooting … there is a theme soon I guess: swingers brutal practices animal midst broadcast on Arte. That branch you or you find that it is a crime against humanity television?

I would like to open one later (a swingers clubs). I’d be attendant GHB cocktail and my body would also permanently oiled like a frigid stripper in a club Besançon. Loana Bottle images when she was foraging in a famous pool displayed on screen. There would be almost French dancers to energize average French. There would also be a red curtain, Skins condoms and 235H of shows without intermissions including those devoted to female orgasms.

In short it seems that when you have no talent you make yourself censored then censor me, biatches! Nothing is more difficult than when you have a little talent and culture. I would like to seriously boost myself and not having to suck all the Canal+ gays doing nasty chronic (that makes me laugh but just a little and it would make me outright blubbering like haikus of Belgian origin if it was talking about me) ! Hopefully this text has anesthetized all my readers. Surgeons can operate your brain atrophied now! Thank God or Allah that I write instead of talking to you because otherwise I would splutter in your mouth on subjects that are shit! Well I’m leaving I have to show compassion for a granny who has not had relations since 1908. AND YOU WHAT IS YOUR GOOD ACTION TODAY?

Damn I am furious: I learned that in Pigale we won’t even be allowed anymoreto fuck prostitutes soon (The Girl of the Body Painting works there now) … so I’m desperate to succeed .. . even curling overdose viagra with NKM. Yes yes, different political race can reproduce, like assorted sauces in the middle of the same salad. Word of a former 1st class who retaliates by shooting everything that moves, do not move and has never moved! So here Nadine Morano, this text is a kind of long text message that I am sending you (I hope you appreciate the honor because most of my SMS are studied in Normale Sup). I also like Martine Aubry swollen ankle. Serious Rama Yade, I have difficulties to contain this sexual tension between us. Even you, the reactionary psycho able to put 50 million French furious, I want to fuck you against promotion sofa but then you will need a denture which will not help your already faulty diction. I fantasize finally a first lady of France summoned me to the Elysee to lacerate my back with blows of stilettos, I chews her breasts like a baby with eyes of crazy and then she throws me naked in her full of vodka pool and I expiate my sins until morning (the jerk of a woman’s right excites me more than a lick of SĂ©golĂšne Royal). I will draw as a child on the hairs of her mustache unless she plucks before. Go, make a little effort, I will even accept to rub against a chest of drawers Louis XV if it carries lipstick and heels 15cm. The only one I could not fuck is Christiane Taubira. Sorry. There’s nothing personal in there but hey she always has fucking bad laws ideas and I think even if I am apolitical I can see that there is something wrong with her.

In summary: I accept any kind of job in which one does not dare to fire me for sexual harassment with my secretary and which includs a golden parachute: overseeing few suicides at France Telecom, organizing Betancourt shenanigans, escort-boy for famous girls with €25,000 extension by extraordinary orgasm, in other words any career invented by a drunk guy full of ecstasy could suit me … I figured resigned: in life is either success or morality! The key for me is to socialize the High order to make orgies with them in hotels (especially with a friend who was almost president but who governed only his cock and to whom I confess I would put one hand in the ass).

I’m like Vincent Cassel: I look good only when I am surrounded by atomic bombs. Damn I want to re-watch the teaser of A moment of madness I everytime I see pictures of Lola Le Lann (a beautiful woman, she just plays good even without acting class). Know that you’re an asshole like me! Bah, I forgive you: a star is very boring, I know it because I have already banged one. NO I WON’T TALK ABOUT IT! Girls ? I do not know this stuff me !!! Well, I confess I climbed over the railing to join Kate Winslet in Titanic and I pushed her in the fleet. No but I do not want to complex the influent people of this world with my phosphorescent cock. One tip, if you are hot and ill: take my cock like a antibiotic morning, noon and night. Accuracy: the same mechanism is at work on the atomic bombs who become ugly when you drank too much.

Anyway, I know I have an annoying physical (like a sports teacher in a provincial-looking gym) but PLZ do not put me in jail, my dear Manuel Valls brushing-ambitious know that you have scratched the floor Francois Hollande with your long vampire teeth.

I am writing bad but it is sincere. Everything I have said in this text is true: I swear on the head of Cyril Hanouna! As true as Bogdanov brothers can scratch their balls with their chin. I thank all the people I’m talking about on my blog to don’t make me trial for publishing it. The trial would be shipped anyway. I would do a cunnilingus to the judge. “According to the testimony of my pussy you lick too good to go to jail sucking cocks so you will be condemned to go to a women’s prison.” Even the guards are teasing! Would I be able to choose between 320 dykes aligned like socialists during a primary? Knowing that they would die of envy groping my chest desert as a Japanese island? A delegation of experts could not decide the question if I was able to string them all by myself or not… they concluded that I should be drunk 7/24 to say “yes” to everyone.

I’m leaving, I’ll go writing my future best-seller on cunnilingus because summer is coming soon and I need money: I greatly desire to hang festively during holidays . Also look forward to waddle like Nicolas Dolteau between two wrong notes during the music festival.

Yes, I made a useless article and if you are happy with that, fuck you. Those who do not like me won’t blame me if I come back in a week, it depends on my finances and my libido.

Signed: French billionaire playboy’s imagination.

May the God of the Game blow you!

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6 months of analysis

January 31st, 2015,

I had a great Christmas holiday. My fears have even let me alone for one week: I thought it was over because I had got my exam, then they came back even stronger. I saw The Girl of the Body Painting: her trip during one year in Australia as a stripper has clearly changed her. She sucks even better than before. She brought her A-game with one of her work clothes! New Year even with Virginie and her friends. It was cool. A girl even wanted to make out with me (she wanted to sit down on my knees) because I had said for fun that Vivie was my little sister. What a misunderstanding! I met quite a lot of people there and had fun playing the mentalist: I memorized 32 first names!Among my 2015 resolutions, I decided to take myself in charge and I bought a dozen books about stress, present now, anxiety attacks, meditation, Buddhism, intellectual self-defense, etc. I will give you news if it pays! After all, if I was able to learn seduction I should be able to learn inner calm. Well, in theory …

As shows it above my introspection (income of six months of analysis that I decided to stop because it’s too expensive and because the guy tells me every week that maybe in 15 days I will be cured … I smell a scam.) Then he tells me nothing new anymore for a while, always the same advice : moving away from everything I know to do my mourning. Oh yes, something new last time : he told me that his therapy had lasted 13 years. Sorry but I wanna do other things in my life !!!

– My mom –

My mother made me pretty late, around 40, she said it was a risky pregnancy: she cured and did everything so that I am not malformed. I was born in the anxiety.

My mother has always been a very stressed person, very anxious, under antidepressants by periods for as long as I remember. When I was a baby, she was hysterical. I think she even scared me a little. With my father, they often quarreled. One day I told my mother that if he decided to leave, I would go with my father. She put me a slap.

My mother likes to complain. She likes to pretend she is a broom wagon, or a maid. To say that I give her too much work. She makes me feel guilty by saying that I am very messy, that I give her a lot of work, that I make no effort, etc.

Besides that, she often told me that I am her reason for living, that without me she would have left my father already, etc. That if something happened to me she would commit suicide.

She made so that I think she needs me. For example, she hardly knows how to turn on the Freebox and every time there is something like that to do she calls me and ask me to do it (she doesn’t wanna learn). She also likes to watch series, and when it does not interest me, she asks me to come, or pretends it is hilarious or comment out loud to attract me.

I know she has a fear of abandonment too, because of her boyfriend soldier who died when she was young. Maybe she transmitted it to me.

In her way of speaking in general, she likes to exaggerate. To play tragedy. She loves rhetorical turns of phrase. She likes to say that it is “a disaster” or stuff like when it’s nothing in fact. Sometimes she freaks out and calls the police just because the neighbor has not closed the trash down the path.

In some ways, it can be said that it is overprotective. Like “put a skin knit or you will be sick, take an umbrella, eat or you’ll fall from starvation.”

She likes to scream, shrill cries. After everything, even after the dog, especially in front of people, to show them her “authority” on her animals, her husband and son. And in front of people, when my father and I made something, she sometimes says that it is she who has made it. Sometimes I’m here and she’s talking about me using the 3rd person, it annoys me.

– My father –

My father is a very nice man. When I did something wrong, he did not scold me. My father always “sacrifices” for others. Or at least he has for policy to always piss off himself as possible to please others. The best example of that is with food, he never finishes the dishes. And if he is asked to finish it, he cut it in two little parts to leave some for … we don’t know who. He says it’s because he comes from a large family and so he was not allowed to eat everything. In fact, I do not think it’s related, I think this is a saving sense. He is always looking to economize 3 cents even if it costs him more efforts.

My father also has the habit to do soft shots. Which comes to my mind right now is the example of cigarette. I’ve never been able to make him stop. Sometimes he swore on the holy bible that he was no longer smoking, but when I went out at night, I saw him smoking. Caught in the act, he took me for a fool “hi I was just feeding the dog.” I often cannot believe what he says. My mother lies to me too, but more rarely. That the reason why I hate the lies so much!

From what I know, my father is traumatized. He hates talking on the phone, he never calls anyone except my grandmother and my brother for whom he makes an effort every day at the same hour. He was getting beat up as a kid on the way to school, because the “older” who did not like his brother thought it was easier to attack him. So he does not like to go out, has no dress sense and does not like “people”. I also would tend to be a little bit wild if I let myself go and me too I do not like the phone.

If I understand, before I was conceived, my father was depressed. He was persuaded to have a rare disease. It must be said that his father had Alzheimer’s (I did not meet him) and he speaks often about it, afraid to have it in his turn one day. Me too I’m afraid to have it later. Moreover, even today, when he is sick, he always exaggerates the thing. When he has a sciatica, he sees himself handicapped for life. Every year when he makes his exams, he is convinced he has cancer or something like that and sometimes it is me who must go and open the envelope with the analysis. Heavy heredity! To go out of it I really have to work on myself at the risk of passing it to my children!

My father is the one who makes me feel guilty when I’m happy. For example even when it is me who make a cake, he always cut small parts. And if my mother and I decided to take some more, he says it is abused and everything. Then he will secretly eat Petit Lu. Similarly, when I get up late, he sometimes says to me “you are the shame of the family” on the tone of humor, certainly, but well. He says the same thing about himself too when it happens to him. When I was a kid, my mother rather called me “Princess Pea.” So ridiculous !

The difference between my father and my mother is : my mother tends to yell at the vendors, when my father would accept stuff very “borderlines” to don’t get noticed. In some ways, the roles of the parents were reversed at my home.

I remember an anecdote about my father. He had a stomach ache for several days but did not go to the doctor. Us, with my mother, we thought it was nothing, we went to Plan de Campagne. When we came back, we learned that he had taken his car and was at the hospital (had stop on the side of the road to vomit). He had peritonitis. He had surgery the next day. That’s why I am so wary of small symptoms.

– My paternal aunt –

The little sister of my father was raped when they were young, but nobody has ever done anything against those who did this. She has gradually become depressed, etc. We saw her during summer with my brother when we went in the North to visit my grandmother. Last time we saw her, she was in a crisis, and we laughed at her kindly. My brother loves to make fun of people and I love to laugh with him. But he is still a bit naughty and it’s really borderline.

One day in February, the phone rang, my father sat down and said “my sister no longer exists”(those words are strong). I was 19. It happened right after the death of my grandfather. We still must today lie to my grandmother and tell her that her daughter died in her sleep at the pharmacy killed by a ruptured aneurysm while she threw herself under the subway for … to protect her. I maybe feel guilty for that. For this family secret. Which is not one anymore.

– My maternal grandfather –

My maternal grandfather was in the war. I was always told that I was his favorite … this might be the case. We were very close but I feel like lazy compared with him. : He had two jobs and made his family with the sweat of his brow. I do not know if I could prove myself worthy of it.

It seems he was very handsome, strong, fair and a randy bugger. My father, too, it seems that he was very beautiful and had quite a lot of success. It put very high the sex side bar for me.

My grandfather had three bypasses. Apparently he said he thought never seeing me coming in high school. Finally, when he died, I was 18 and he was 94.

When I was younger, I often took care of him. For example, when my grandmother was sick, I went sleeping at their place, in case something would happen during the night.

One morning, we received a phone call, grandpa had a stroke that had lasted more than seven hours until the nurse finds him in the morning and calls the fire department. He survived. This image of fire brigades marked me then when they came for me during my 1st anxiety attack, it was really stressful.

I’ve often been told me that I looked like him. There may have been a transfer process. When I saw my panic attacks, I often who will save me or how to call for help, it might be related to that…

Once we wanted to go on a trip with my parents (I have traveled with my parents when I was young and now it is a pain in the ass for me to go with them because it’s always 3 or 4 museums per day we come back a lot more tired than we left) … and we did not left because at the last moment: he was ill. We had to cancel everything. I was not so displeased. It’s disgusting to say that. I was just a kid.

After the death of his wife (my grandmother), we could have taken him home with us a few months. But because the sister of my mother refused to take him home two weeks a month, my mother decided that it was not fair that she takes him all the time.

Then he went into a nursing home he hated and told us that if he had to stay there, he would run away. He died two months later killed by a pneumonia. We always suspected he was out running away when he caught a cold. In addition, he was a little unbearable even if he tried hard to don’t, and I have often told my mother to comfort her a little some nasty stuff like “when he will be gone, it will be quieter.” I was wrong. I think I’m guilty for that.

When he died, I did not have the courage to say goodbye the day before. We knew he won’t be long but I had use the excuse that I was sick … but I think it was rather cowardice. I do not remember very well why. Everyone visited him, except me, who was nevertheless “his favorite.” I think I never accepted his departure.

Another interesting detail: my grandmother, his wife, was a brunette with green eyes and that’s the kind of girl that attracts me the most. Unlike for the death of my grandmother when I was 17, when it was the turn of my grandfather, I did not cry. I have shown myself strong. My mother had collapsed and I took care of her, I comforted her, etc. In this sense, I think I was a child therapist. I have the example of my father, who goes to a great deal of trouble for his mother, and my mother did the same with his parents, I had those examples.

Six months after the death of my grandfather, my father had palpitations when we were walking on a mountain in ArdĂšche, with my brother. I have also had some the next day. These small panic attacks lasted a few weeks but stopped just before the next school year. Finally my father has nothing: it was apparently just the stress. He still now has a small medicine which removes his palpitations.

I must say that my father has much to be stressed: my maternal grandmother, 96 years, insults and blames him regularly. She lives alone in the North of France but never wanted to come living with us in the South. She is stubborn and wants to stay there … and she wants us to go living with her. Sometimes she called us for help, saying that she will die, or that she has been poisoned. She is paranoiac !

Since I am speaking about the doctors, the one of my maternal grandmother was not able to diagnose her liver cancer and she died. The last thing she said to me before dying is “you are beautiful”. Like my grandfather, I managed to be the last one to give her a kiss on the forehead in his coffin. The difference is that at her funeral, I was able to talk and cry. I wonder if that was the difference between these two deaths is not, in fact, that I did not mourn my grandfather at the good moment.

One of only films in front of which I cried, it is one this grandmother gave me, White Fang. When the wolf dies at the end. Animal death touches me more than death of human unknown.

– My family is torn from all sides –

The sister of my mother has two son. One day the family was broken : she tried to stab my mother. One day my aunt and my grandfather quarrelled, I was alone with him, I wanted to intervene she struck me. He freaked out and I believed well that he was going to die. I returned him at home, made him sit, drink, etc. but I was not reassured…

My cousins, uncle and godfather and godmother ​​have started to hate me for no reason and I never saw them again after the death of my grandfather. Besides, they did not even come to the funeral meal. My mother thinks that her sister has never accepted the fact that I exist because it took away half the inheritance from her child. Besides, she tried to scam my mother inheritance, with a huge premeditate skullduggery. She broke all ties with all the rest of the family!

With my (half) brother, it has not always been easy. When I was young I did not like when he babysat me. I remember once having locked myself in the bathroom with strawberries. He enjoyed to yell at me. Then, while growing up, he told me that I will be his “old bat” and “we will never dispute” like my mother and sister or my father and brother (at one time there were tensions between them too). Since last year, my brother becomes aggressive with me. Since Christmas for sure: he too rejects me and hates me. He has even thrown a salmon sandwich in my mouth. Basically he has always been jealous of me I think because my father left his mother for mine. Since I hate the treasons and the hypocrites!

I tried to save him: his fat ugly and dumb woman, his threesome with his stepmother, his 3 packs of cigarettes a day, of his 3 daily drinking glasses, etc. He is fat and badly dressed up and everything. And proud of being an asshole !

But I think that if it was me who was really sick, he would be very pleased: to show that he is right and everything. I know it would be unfair because I’m young and have a kind of healthy body … but I’m afraid of this very injustice. I think precisely that because it is unfair it could happen to me.

I feel like I bother. Like a lot of people would be happy that I did not exist. I have difficulty with that. As if I did not deserve my place or if like I have to please everyone. On my blog too, there are plenty of envious who would like to prove to me that they are right and that I’m wrong at any cost.

This summer while I was at the very worst, my mother called my brother who took advantage of it to push me down. The next day she called back him to speak about something else like her wife who smokes by being pregnant and he told her “you made cures and everything and nevertheless Fabrice is sick”. Narrow-minded!

I just realize an uplifting thing : where my brother bought his house in ruins (I went to help retype several half day), this is also where my grandfather died (home rehabilitation). Besides my brother had stopped talking to me (I am a guy who will never do something of his like), to my father (old who becomes useless) and to my mother (berserk he never loved) for two months. He requested a loan of €10,000 to my parents who gave him and he ate with my father and they fought. He took the money and disappeared from our lives. He told him he did not want to see us anymore because we arrived at 11am on the day of his move instead of 10am. Furthermore he still talks to his cousins ​​who were not even here. In brief, he has a big problem since he had his kid. I do not understand why everybody hates me but I question fuck!

The last time we saw the baby, my brother locked himself in his bedroom. We did not see him. His two bitches hardly showed us the baby. As soon as the he cries, my brother yells at him, locks him in his room and slams the door. Poor thing, he will be traumatized later too. He says he is “manly”. It was him who said he did not want any daughter just boys. This is pathetic. He said in an aside to my father “Fabrice will not be godfather” without explaining. He has never told me that but few months ago he was almost on his knees begged me to accept. My parents, my brother, my cousins enjoyed making fun of me because I was the youngest I did not know much.

– Not able to keep friends of my age –

When I was a kid, I was in primary school in Gardanne. I had some good friends and everything. Thenafter, I had to start all over again to 0 because they all went in the private and just me and another girl from my school went to the normal middle-school.

I was very unhappy, among riffraff and gothics, with my look of little well-behaved boy. I was the nice guy who was discreet, makes no noise, etc. At the end those 4 years, I had never kissed a girl and it tortured me. So I decided to change.

I was lucky : in high school, I also started from scratch since my parents realized that I was not in my place in this environment… they put me in Aix while I should have stayed in Gardanne.

In high school, I decided to become the fun guy of the class. I took example on the guys ‘popular’ at the middle-school and I was different in high school. It allowed me among others to mention the fact that I was the son of French teacher. This is what allowed me to integrate a high school full of richs while I am from an “average”family.

It did not work much with the girls in first year this time so I asked my mother to give me a makeover (I realize as I write these lines that at home I’m still dressed in tracksuit too oversized like before my makeover). I kissed my first chick at the age of 17, while of course making her believe that I already had girlfriends before, and I slept with her the following year for the first time in the bed of her parents. It was really bad and she did not let me finish … too frustrating for me, my youth. I had even made a fake anonymous account MSN to speak to the hotties of the high school over whom I fantasized in secret.

All that to say that over time, all my friends are gone. I have not kept real ones. My two closest childhood friends have lost their parents (one from a heart attack, another from cancer). They moved after that. One of my college professors, father of a guy I know, too, also died when I was young. Heart attack. I am surrounded by quick deaths.

In fact, if I decided to change in high school, it was because my mother was going to find out that if I was not popular, I had no success with girls, etc. Already I was not the first in school like her, I could not disappoint her by showing her that I was a loser. She told me that all the time that I was cute and I could get all the girls at my feet later, etc.

Even today, I think I have only superficial friendships, and I’m used to the fact people betray me, disappoint me, use me or take me for a fool. I’ve learned to always make efforts for others, always giving, etc. but basically I am perhaps a pigeon. I think I am a rather intelligent person but I think it is in part a problem.

– My girlfriends –

These are often girls with problem. 2 were raped, one who struggles against her anorexia. I think I have a superhero syndrome. I always reached out and helped the eccentrics even if I also spoke with popular people.

When I sleep with girls, 2/3 per month on average for several years, I make them come before my own pleasure. It’s clear for me : I fuck as many chicks because I tell myself that I must live fast, it’s still better than nothing it’s taken on life, and it will make so many people remember me as a good thing after my death. In practice, some hate you after sleeping with you even if they enjoyed like madwomen (because you do not want a couple).

When I started to believe I was going to die, I was 20 years old, I put in the fridge some of my sperm and wrote a letter to my parents to tell them what to do with it. Today, I sometimes think about donating sperm to be sure to have offspring. As if I had precious genes to perpetuate. And since I am the only son of my mother …

I think I also a white child sexuality and it made me suffer. That’s why I like it so much today, even if it is sometimes unhealthy, banging some young girls from high school.

– My relationship with work –

I always heard my parents say that their work was painful (teachers). They were punctured. They were doing the worst job in the world. They were too tired. That before it was good, but now it had become hellish.

My father even told me once that it was normal that work pisses you off. You have to suffer a lot in your life for the privilege to live happy moments.

If I chose to study a DSCG, I think it’s because it was a very difficult degree that few people are able to have. Being chartered accountant is doctoral level, level 10 of education in France. I still wanted to apply once the family motto is: “When you do not know what to do, make yourself suffer a maximum”. In the second year of IUT, I made a really boring internship, fact that should have immunized me against the public accounting profession.

My mother told me when I had the DCG “Now if something happens you me I will be quiet, you can make your life.”

And now that I have the master, she said, “and well now I am very worried, you have to find you a job so I may be reassured. I will not be quiet before you are installed in life, etc.”

She, she said she would never have done teacher, she would have been happier if she had listened to her mother and had worked in the Bank of France. She says she was eligible for ENA etc. Damn it puts super high the bar challenge!

– My suicidal attitude –

Before my first big anxiety attack, I was drunk and I got in the car of a guy as drunk as me to go home. I was scared and I think I wondered what my mother would think of me if we had died and found myself intoxicated after an accident on the highway. For my defense, a weird guy in my prom had given me a glass “so that I have more fun” and I had drunk it I think that I was given drugs.

I often fucked chicks without condoms. I did not expect to get AIDS of course, I was even afraid of it, but I think I put myself in the challenge. Challenge to earn to live or something like that.

When I got mugged by four drug addicts, I thought I deserved it. I have not to hang out at night and it was normal I was punished … it was well done. I just lived it as a fatality.

Before the attack, I did a bad thing to a drug addict alcoholic boxer who also went out a lot in Aix. For almost 2 years, I went out in the city, in the same places than him, anxious each time to meet him … I scanned everywhere. I think that deep down I wanted to make me hurt the face. Or that God decides whether or not I deserve correction. Apparently not. Then I think I have more or less “fixed it” since.

– My addictions –

For years I masturbated every day. Even when I fucked a girl before, or before I fucked a girl. Now I’m not daring anymore because I say to myself that maybe I will die of it and people will find me killed me by a handjob death due to heart … and it will a shame.

The sport. The same, I do not do it because anymore I’m afraid of dying but otherwise I was doing eight hours per week just a few months ago. One of our teachers had filmed us and I was potted he had diffused that in front of the class they were all laughing out loud.

When I was a kid on the other hand, I was not much good in sport. In middle school, my main teacher (sport) asked me what I wanted to do, I answered “writer.” I hated ACROGYM. It seems that I was not strong and was very clumsy when I was young. That’s what I always heard. My mother had even hired for me a personal sports teacher at a time.

Later in high school, I hated climbing. It frightened me. Although I had not really dizzy, I made sure to make me deliver.

When I was young I assumed nothing. In the morning I enjoyed watching Pokemon but when my parents went into the hallway, I zapped. I pretended to be trying to do anything else or watch a cultural thing. There was other stuff like that I liked, that people of my age watched, but my parents said it was “bullshit”. Just as I was hiding shamefully until late I had kissed a girl, I hid for long I was still playing Pokemon (too ashamed). Okay now I don’t play anymore but well.

– The hidden face of my parents –

Last night I spent the evening at home with Virginie (my girlfriend). My parents had gone to dinner with friends. I had spent a good evening and I felt fairly well. We were lying on my bed this morning around 11am, as we read on the computer. My mother came home around noon, not since 5 minutes I heard already yelling after me in the hallway and slamming doors as usual. After a moment, she completely broke down and went back to my room to yell at me in front of my girlfriend in underwear. Jealous of her? Anyway, I’m not someone who is a victim of your nerves like when I was 5 years old !!! It’s a shame !

Basically, she reproached me (shouting and ordering me not to interrupt because her argument is “flawless”) to have put some land yesterday by returning the machine (instead of appreciating that I thought to return it). She asks me what I will do to “fix it” and remember me that she is not my “boy”. I replied that I do not know, I will do what she wants and she told me I should take vacuuming (my mother is obsessed with cleaning and storage).

What did she do immediately after ?! She goes into the living room and vacuuming (preventing me from doing so). It’s very clever on her part, she can continue to complain about me: I find it really unfair. My father found it a little hard but does not tell her in person, because otherwise I would take on the chin too, then he does the ostrich. He did the same with his mother who is abhorrent to him but he continues to do a lot to please her. It’s not very alpha.

Finally here, a day that started well but is completely wasted when it was not yet noon. I brought Virginie home and she told me that even when she argues with her mother, it is not that huge. The thing is, there it was soft … precisely because Virginie was here.

When I came back, my mother said, “do you talk to me anymore?
– No, useless you want to apologize
– I want to excuse myself on the form but not in substance
– Too bad so we’ll talk when you’ll apologize completely”
And then she leaves in hysterics to prove she’s right. After she phones to her friends and laugh by telling her wrong version of the events. I think I’ve always learned to live in stress … Young yet, I heard a cart of the XVIIIth century at night or then steps in the corridor while there was nobody it is strange!

Following that (the fight not the cart), we did not talk during two days.

When I was a kind, until the age of 10-11 years old, my mother was like that regularly. When my father was trying to say something, he was attacked, so sometimes he complained … but gentle with me in the bathroom. One day, while my mother threatened for the umpteenth time to leave my father because he was “soft, deaf, and other-stuff-that-are-not-nice,” I said I would go to live with my father, and I took a slap. Other times, I tried to scream as loud as her so she keeps quiet, but she began to cry and say I reminded her of her father who frightened her when he shouted at her. In short she is victimizing, and my father flew to his aid against me by saying that it’s a shame to make your mother cry.

Finally, they never divorced, but she often told stories about how much she would have been happier with this or that guy she had known in the past. She adds that the only thing she does not regret in life is making me. It brings me a lot of pressure on my shoulders. Besides, I remember hearing her saying that if one day something happened to me, her life would have no meaning. This is too heavy a burden for me. I think my mother threw me a tremendous sense of guilt, that prevents me from living selfishly for me because if I left, I would give up on her.

She always had the gift to make me feel guilty. When I was young, I often hear “I am not your broom wagon” or “I’m not your boy” while collecting the laundry. Another example of what she likes to do: she puts a laundry basket outside my door for me to range. 5 minutes after, she comes back with a bang in my room complaining that I did not do it and starts doing it all by saying that I would never do it and she left me a chance. With her, you always have to do everything in the second and in her own way. It thus makes me a little dependent on her anyway, at least in my head, because if I listen carefully without her I would live in filth, in a mess, I would not even know me to eat properly (that is not true – I lived alone in Aix until recently). In general, she oversees everything I do, is pretty directing for my life and pushes me to make the choices that she finds good (but not necessarily that she would have made for her). Last year, I wanted to move in Lyon (and I still want) my mom said OK but I need someone to come with me to look with you for a place where you feel good and you must of course find a job before moving … basically, it requires a detailed plan to let me go, which is impossible to do from away … and so it makes me unconsciously stay while giving her good conscience saying she wants to see me leaving and my presence is a weigh.

My mother is very unfair in the sense that she will complain anyway. It is in bad faith when she claims that if I had done this instead of that, she would not be upset … the truth is that she would upset anyway and for another reason as unjust as the first ones. Besides, I have often heard “when I retire, I’ll finally be quiet, so I can travel.” It’s been three years since she is: she left 1 time for five days. She supposedly expects my father to take initiatives but he is a homebody/wild so when I was 15-16 it’s me who was doing the “young company man” as she says: I went out to the shops or stuff like that with her. Her stupid expressions always put me ill at ease as when she called me in front of people “my lupette” and then when I was with a friend she said “your boyfriend is” … – I’m not fucking gay! – Rohlala it’s just a figure of speech (and the next time she began as if I had said nothing). Oh yeah, and she never apologize.

One day she came home from school as often berserk (I was in first year of middle school) and I waited at home. She went in and started to say that I was a pain in her ass and I said YES I FUCK YOU. There, she sent me to a shrink. In two sessions, he had “solved the problem”. Basically, “shut up and complies with all that said your mother, she’s always right.” I still have this phrase that resonates in my head, for example when my brother bought his house: my mother said it was a crap. I wondered why my brother persisted in buying this house while my mother “gives always good advice and is rarely wrong.” It’s my way of thinking that is biased. And the fact that I always want to please her.

This summer, instead of admitting that I had a psychological problem (which would have made my mother feel guilty for missing the education she had put a point of honor to give me even when her friends said it was not right what she did because she wanted to do differently): I preferred to go to the internal medicine hospital to look for what rare disease I could have.

A theory that may be admissible on my anxiety attacks, I feel guilty for wanting to leave and live for me. Maybe I psycho-somatic punishe myself wanting to get away from my mother and live for myself, selfishly … besides my mother often said guys are “cowardly and selfish.” Help !!! Actually what I like about my girlfriend is that she is sweet, HER. Although in some ways she looks like my mother (little brunette nerd).

Should I admit once and for all that my mother is bi-polar? My mother does not feel crazy because she sees a psychiatrist who told her she was in normal and that it is the others who are crazy. For example, once she was not promoted so she yelled at chief and his psychiatrist told her that it was a good idea. With that said, she will never admit she yells. She says she “speaks loudly.” Me, it traumatized me.

Once a woman’s voice is rising now it drives me crazy I feel like I want to insult her.

Maybe my (half) brother leaves us by saying that I am as crazy like my mother and it’s unhealthy to keep in touch with me. And maybe he’s right. I do not know…

If I observe how my mother was with her parents and how my father is with his mother, they made crates for their parents to be happy and especially … NOT TO FEEL GUILTY WHEN THEY WILL BE DEAD. So I anchored myself this model to crush me and put their welfare before mine. Is it their death which I dread in fact?

My mother is full of latent aggression and I cannot answer anything if I go stronger than her my father intervenes, if I do not face her she wins … and arguing is impossible because of her bad faith . Perhaps my anxiety attacks are a kind of protection that I have tried and I cannot get rid of. For example, this summer, I was very ill and she had gone to a lunch with her friends: I had to make room for the evening. She returned at 8pm and told me that my rice was overcooked (just a little actually) and so I missed her respect by giving her the block for dog food. Basically, even when I’m sad, she’s selfishly likely to use me as a punching bag even if it gives me a panic attack me, it looks like she does not care.

Which brings me to a final thought. I plunged a little depressed after I failed the examination at the end of 2013 and came back gradually living with my parents. I slowly handed in her cut, which may explain my current state. But why was I drawn to the house then? And why is this one the only place where I feel almost safe? Also, this failure has made her insane and she sent lots of letters (even to the President of the republic in secret) and lots of other people, she yelled at the Ministry … maybe I blamed myself for having failed and seen her in this state because of me hurt me. What might once again sticking with my guilt.

We can look super complicated stuff like the fact that my aunt committed suicide and I have to lie to my grandmother or like the fact that my grandfather died in a nursing home when I could have insisted so we keep him at home. Or maybe my problem is that I cannot detach myself from my mother, simply? Not enough confidence in myself. Even in Aix I am under her influence (her apartment belong to her). Strange thing (by making an analysis we find weird things) the former landlord was called like my grandfather and I still received mails in the name of Mister Martin.

If I was totally objective, I should blame her for that. But on the other hand, she is herself a victim of something and I just cannot help her to get by. These panic attacks may be a handicap for me but they give me an excuse to do not leave home. But it’s over, the bullshit. I think I’ll jump without parachute and go away to test this theory. If it does not work, I do not know what else I will do … life has become very hard for me.

I feel like I have tried everything except antidepressants. So I’ll take some if I have not enough energy to do without. In addition to what I mentioned earlier, I also tried:
– Ericksonian hypnosis (to try to force the mourning of my grandfather but I just cried like a fountain)
– During hypnosis I saw myself s a kid in a prison which door was open but I stayed there looking out through the bars of the window
– Different schemes: no gluten free, dairy no dairy products, etc (even a mono-diet of bananas)
– Yoga, tai-chi, qi-gong……

But my condition is getting worse. Since I saw Supercondriaque, and the guy dies quickly of a stroke, I’m afraid of myocardial AND attack (I should lodge a complaint against Dany Boon). So when things are not good I have a new dirty habit : I force myself to smile to see if everything works (you cannot smile if you are suffering a stroke). I always check the symptoms on Google!

Having said that, when I speak about it around me I notice that a lot of people makes anxiety attacks but does not speak about it: another shameful subject like sex. Thus I decided to speak about it!

Now you know my most intimate secrets … May the God of the Game be with us!

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Is it a good idea to demonize the seducers in the media?

“The pick-up? The sex? These are really humiliating practices!!! We must actively denounce them! A man who assumes that he wants to fuck? This is unacceptable ! If you try to pick a girl up = you are an asshole, I next you. ” (and he probably has AIDS)

This is the kind of speech that some chicks have. And one cannot totally blame them, unfortunately. The thing is, there’s “weirdo” and “player”. Avoid amalgams in seduction, like in politics. And think on the false draconian solutions that are digging an even deeper gap between men and women. (put a condom)

Abusive generalizations: fuck your mothers

Some days ago, I approached chicks with a flirty apprentice coming from Ivory Coast. This yuppie, polite and respectful of women, absolutely not deserve to be associated to individuals appearing in some videos that traumatized chicks make circulate on the net to make the gender relations become even more difficult than they currently are. Again recently, a report on channel 6 showed a lot of women complaining of being solicited on the street. They said they would prefer that never anyone talk to them (= no guy is interested in them?) And there was a PUA that I like in the video, Snipe, that that production had arranged to make him look like a total sucker.

Because it is politically correct and easy to say that : flirty = shitty asshole. Until we come out of this shitty scheme, we will not make a step forward. Think for yourself!

There is a real risk that this evidence stigmatizes us and releases a hate-speech based on feminism & sexism. It is therefore necessary to avoid excessive generalization, in one way or another. These girls may not all be frustrated badly fucked chicks, perhaps they’re just traumatized chicks who push their self-protector delirium revenge-based a bit too far.

However, I do not deny that some guys are weird or worse, very aggressive: and that’s the image that today has the PUA. This fact penalizes all straight guys. A man approaching a woman with grace and courtesy should in no way be associated with the riffraff who whistle and insult chicks. And yet, we only talk about them in the media. When we say PUA, we think sucker, liar, sex-starved …

Should we draw a line under the beautiful meetings that can be done through pick-up? I think the next generation of guys will suffer even more than us because of fear and guilt chicks make us feel. Beside that, “you approach on the Internet? You have no balls because you do not dare to approach in the street”(a girl told me that once I was laughing). It is the height of the paradox.

This guy talks to me in everyday life? He is necessarily a fool

We cannot decently blame women for being suspicious if, sometimes, they are insulted and jostled by muzzles. Well-behaved boys then become reluctant to take the plunge while the worst representatives of the male sex occupy the land. It’s easier to whistle a girl or call her “bitch” than to hook for real. That’s why we have a serious problem. That’s why so many “good” guys are frustrated.

Legally, there are repressive measures against insults and sexual harassment. Why not applying them? With the demagogic government that we currently have, we could easily. But no, it is more important to allow people to drive without a license.

A friend told me the other day she sometimes feels schizophrenic, “Sometimes I say to myself that I would like that this cute guy approaches me. But if he did I would tell to myself that he is the ‘kind’ who approaches and it would afraid me. I think I would reject him. ”

The problem seems to have no solution and it will be very difficult for chicks misinformed to share things as long as a minority of cads continue to sow doubt and mistrust between the vast majority of men and women. Some girls claiming “feminists” have a lot of hatred against the guys and help to raise the pressure. Think for yourself! (I have the feeling I’m repeating myself)

What are the solutions against harassment?

Until proven otherwise, we live in a free country. As long as we do not exceed certain limits. So I can talk to whoever I want, and the girls can dress as they want and suck my dick if they want. There’s also the problem of girls who criticize those who have fun. Damn but it’s not because you got a broom in the ass that you have to piss off the entire world, bitch! And all the guys are not bad in bed as you seem to imply “sex without being in love? It’s useless.” Pff, go throwing your frustration on another blog. I’m not condescending here, just realistic: it would be good for this kind of chicks to enjoy sex for good. They do not like players but not the guys without experience either … (You see I am even able to do the questions / answers on my own now)

Should the pick-up disappear?

It seems important to me to think to avoid draconian drift that not only would not solve the problem, but would limit to the only private (AND PROFITABLE) space the possibility of dating:
– Dating Sites;
– Bars and clubs;
– Private parties with friends;
– Love on the workplace …
There would therefore exist anymore only planned, paying dating promoting excessive homogamy. Basically, when you’re a little bit original, people look at you like a crazy person yet, soon it will no longer be allowed to be a man outside some places where it will be allowed to “let it go” (and where chicks quite happy because we are interested in them will still find a way to say it’s boring to be approached). Damn but let’s rebel before it’s too late!

Also to avoid this extreme, I am happy to carry my struggle by informing, giving examples and many other things to fill a little that gap between men and women I mentioned earlier in the article. I am perhaps not the most gallant, the most distinguished, nor the most modern but I love women … I respect them and I am absolutely not a bad guy. They have their free will so it’s up to them to see if they want to make “their men” (I speak here of average French guy) become guys with no balls. If it’s their point they are on their good way! Let’s fight for our dignity. I’m not a pet, fuck. OK we take into account the feminist struggles during decades but let’s not deny our nature and the right of expression of guys. All that just to try to look charming with beautiful babes
 and for what? To try the fuck them …………… we always come back here. But they will not respect you if you get into the vicious circle of not assuming. Or they are very stupid, formatted and love bad faith.

And in practice?

The advice I give to my readers are clear:
– A ‘NO’ and the interaction is over. At least at the beginning of the interaction if she wants to be prayed she will find another pigeon. Be fair-play. (LMR it’s a different problem)
– When you approach a girl, do not follow her : it’s creepy. Let’s stop if she wants it. Some are afraid that a psychopath follow them at home, and then the sexual side of things is very far at this point. This is not your objective!
– Contrary to what some people say: being polite does not make you a submitted dude … an “excuse me” to stop her is not useless.
– Do not ask her 1001 questions before having interested her a minimum. You’re a stranger, stressed probably because you’re approaching a stranger, so try to first and foremost create a climate of confidence. Talk to her like if you already know her a little bit.
– Your normality is your first asset. Free yourself from the cartoon that says that the seducer has be macho, arrogant and aggressive.
– The insults have no place in this type of interaction (but sometimes in the yes 😉 ).

Let us turn to one another with respect and courtesy! Although some chicks speak badly too, is not a reason to do the same. Sometimes, you do not even have time to get close to them, they insult you. It is sad and disheartening. But hey, at least I know that these girls have a problem. And that is not what will make me want to kill myself or will make myself believe I’m the ugliest dude on Earth. As some like to pretend it.

Should some girls realize that by being nasty for no reason, they can hurt guys who take upon themselves for the first time to give it a try. And traumatize them for life, breaking their self-determination, etc. Respect is good, but it is not one-sided.

Let’s all become Buddhists and it will get better! 😉 we all too much live into anxiety