Month: April 2015

May 2nd 2014 (not censored original text)

On April 18th I connect on Adopt, a little disappointed at the moment because I have to deal with men who do not go up to the end of their initiatives, cancel or forget dates, talks without purposes… finally in brief, flakes, Fabrice will teach the word me later.

I have to tell you two three little gifts on me all the same so that you know who you are dealing with.

I am 47 years old I am separated from the father of my 3 teenagers for approximately 8 years. I registered on Adopt at the beginning of February to take up essentially with a sexuality limited to my hands since my separation ! Thus on April 19th I was looking without too much conviction for a man with whom sharing some pleasure and because I am fed up with too undecided young fellows I change the range rover and choose 50-80 years old, and there I see a profile of a 74 years old dude with fresh skin, curious I decide to eye up this profile: a not bad physical appearance a little bit Parisian but which seems to me very young and a rather brief description, in return I receive a charm that I have accepted without too many convictions.

We start a discussion, I am not very enthusiastic and he gives me the link of his ebook…. And there obviously it changes the situation!

Date decided on next Friday, I have one week to nose about on his site and discover with whom I now hope to have a good time, I laughed a lot with ” do not read me ” I skimmed through the diary of his exploits, and read the extract from his ebook. He is awesome : 24 years and yet such a knowledge of the women and of the cogs of the seduction : good work!

The D-day my period : the disaster! Because I had a date the next day with a strong silent type, I chase him for weeks! Two of the most important date since my registration on Adopt must be postponed. I knew that for Fabrice there would be no problem of adjournment but for my strong silent type…. Actually he almost made the dead man, and crashed me in the middle of an exchange, jerk fuck! Boo boo… what ? I liked him …

I still had Fabrice to console myself, and oh my good the business is more than tempting. Thus adjournment in next Friday, another one week with my hand between my thighs, it’s enough at the end!

The D-day we agreed on a date at a friend’s who lends me her apartment in the city center, she is in Anjou.

Fabrice arrives and I welcome him with a little apprehension but also amused, not very tall but a nice little face, and then a disarming confidence I have to l admit it, but I try to make good impression and try to keep my self-control Oh! I am a woman no one of these small hens that he crunches in two seconds

I show him the rather big apartment but I feel such a sexual tension so finally I limit myself to common parts and I face him in the office, he is terribly disturbing. I take off his jacket and remove my coat he already has his hand or hands in my lace shorty I do not remember any more very well because a wave of pleasure invaded me, I lose control and my good manners I remember that a chair is near my left leg so I put it on it to offer myself more, my hands remove his pullover I lift my t shirt and stick my skin on his. I come very quickly so much his fingers in my intimacies are prying and skillful !

To recover my feelings I propose him a glass of white wine, I quickly drink it and want to lick his trunk while sliding in his feet, performing blowjob to him he express his pleasure that also makes mine! Then he takes me doggy style against the table of the kitchen, I try to get up I want to feel his trunk against my back but he pushes me away with a firm hand, I caress myself at the same time and again I enjoy!

I want to climb him so we go to the lounge where the sofa is arranged by a meridian line (very good idea), and I jump on him in rider his hands travel my body I am full of desire, his and mine… He takes me in missionary we maintain our eye contact during a long moment then I close eyes and totally let myself go, my hands seize his hips that I block against mine during the time of a new orgasm. He will make me the reflection later that when I enjoy I don’t want him to move anymore, I explain to him that it is to better feel the contractions in my low stomach and am amazed that the other women do not live it nor ask in the same way?

In his turn he comes in me by making sounds “arch arch” that make us laugh.

We get dressed again and we settle comfortably the one against the other one, we talk about us, tell our stories, the discussion is fluid I feel good, I hesitate to suggest him to stay the night . it would have been possible but I wanted to wake up in my bed.

When we decide to leave places we realize that it is 2 am and that we have spent 5 hours together although it does not seem like it! We didn’t realize it !

I drive him back in front of at his home, a quick smack and bye bye.

The next day I send to him via adopt a thank-you letter (of sex) I thank him for this very good moment and for his look on me, I am lucky to have met him and to have enjoyed with him.

May 3rd 2014,

 

I – Among the fantasies of a modern man: there is the EAST GIRL.

There is something like six months, I had registered on VK, the east FB. I had a little talked to Ukrainians then had fallen a Russian hottie who lived in Aix. I had approached her a little bit hard and she had felt hurt (it happens sometimes). Aix being a very small town, this girl turned out to be a friend of the girl we fucked together with Padawan (the one who watches Chinese porns). As a result, I briefly met her in a bar this winter. Recently, I sent her a poke and she came talking to me. She told me that she read my blog and likes very much that but that she has a boyfriend and thus that she would do nothing with me… at least for now.

Because most of the girls play silly narrow-minded games like that to test us, I said to myself that I was not going to stop there. I waited 8 days after our first conversation on FB and I sent her an extract of the erotic novel I’m writing at the moment. I did it a little for fun, it was not nasty, but she got excited. She asked me for my number and tried to charm me and while telling me that her guy was not there the whole week. I found it tremendously weird “do you believe that I am born yesterday? “; “why do you change your behavior like that? I expected you to tell me to go to hell maliciously…” She guaranteed me that no, that everything was fine, that she had just thought about it and that I had to give her my number so that we can warm on the phone. I refused but she insisted during almost 1 hour!

Then, I thought and I said to myself that she was friends with Padawan’s FF. That Padawan knew her. And that thus, she could not do something bad otherwise that would suck seen that we are all the same connected socially speaking. Then I gave her my number. She tried to call me all night long: the big deal, I was with Virginie then I didn’t answer. The following morning, same thing. Well, I eventually picked up at around midday… A voice of guy “YO FABIEN, I REALLY HAVE THE IMPRESSION THAT YOU PISS ON MY FACE BY TRYING TO PICK UP MY GIRLFRIEND WHILE YOU KNOW THAT SHE HAS A GUY THUS GIVE UP NOW OTHERWISE MY TEAM OF RUGBY IS GOING TO FALL ON YOU AND IT IS NOT A THREAT OF SCHOOLBOY!!!
– Heeee… yeah ?! And cannot she tell me herself that she is not interested?
– SHE ALREADY TOLD IT TO YOU BUT YOU DON’T WANNA UNDERSTAND THEN I HOPE THAT NOW THE MESSAGE IS CLEAR!!!
– Heeeee… yeah.” That was of no use to speak with a monkey seriously. I understood what happened. Her, too satisfied that a quality guy tried to pick her up, repeated it to her boyfriend to boast. Him, feeling threatened and like a jealous orangutan banged fists on the breast before picking up his phone, so trying to prove her his love and his virility. But the truth is somewhere else (not in Scully’s mouth) : the truth is I only approached her once, then I sent her a naughty text in which we made love in the street. Then, it is her who warmed me and who insisted: she would not have answered, the interaction would have ended like that. I don’t really understand why they insisted like that until I pick up the phone me to lecture. A little bit a simple-minded couple certainly which tries to prove to themselves things and I was just a brick of their foundations. I am sure that he fucked her just after that, she said to herself “MY MAN CARES ABOUT ME WAHOOOOO LET’S GO I OPEN MY LEGS !” But I know something that they do not know… in one year, they will not be together anymore and she will regret my magic tongue (that she does not deserve by acting like that: I don’t know what she tried to prove but that took place between her and her guy eh I was just an unfortunate instrument… what lets me think that it is a little bit unhealthy their thing).

 

II – Among the fantasies of a modern man, there is also the MILF.

As a PUA, I had to test this facet of the contemporary sexuality. I thus approached a woman who corresponded to the profile on Adopt, something like two weeks ago. 47, woman of character, classy, well-preserved, three children, 1m66 for approximately 60 kilos. One thing on her profile particularly made me have a good laugh:
– Sirs, if you are more than 50 years old go away: you like younger pussies, and well me neither I do not love the old men and for the same reasons than you.

Let’s say that she had interested me but I was not very hot either. A little apprehension in fact. In the sauna, Padawan told me ” yeah that will be one more experience in your seducer’s career. You advocate the open-mindedness then show the example. ” OK.She and I finally agreed on a meeting yesterday evening at 9:30 pm. I slicked my hair back like in the 50’s so waking up the possible nostalgia for my target.

I arrived in a magnificent apartment in the street Mazarine. It was at least a T8, with garage and an interior courtyard which gave onto the cinema Cézanne. Just for that, that was worth it! She led me in a small room and took off my jacket. She then trailed round directly the hand near my crotch but I quickly refocused her. I immobilized her arms, then caught her hair with one hand and that made her laugh. Then I put my other hand under her skirt, then began to make circular movements. She struggled but I held her firmly. I passed under her panties, she was wet. I have fingered her then continued to caress her clit. Then I released her and took care of her with two hands: one which fingered her and the other which caressed her. She began to contract, to tremble, etc. and she came. What is best with the girls old compared with the older guys it is because they do not need to take some viagra.

After that, she asked me if I wanted to have a drink of wine. I had come for that officially then I said yes. We went to the luxurious kitchen, she took out two stemmed glasses then kneeled down in front of me. She opened my jeans, asked me to remove my top and sucked me. It was really very good. After a while, I told her “either I take you, or you finish me ” so she turned around. I did not take her on the billiard table like Stifler’s mom but I did her things without delicacy in doggy style up by sticking her head to the table of the kitchen. She enjoyed again at the end of long moment.

She wanted to pass in the lounge. She rose on me and jumped on me. She came again. I pointed out to her that the way she enjoys is atypical: she fucks, fucks, then stops any movement and begins being entirely browsed by cramps… Usually, girls continue to make comings and goings when they achieve orgasm. Finally, usually girls depilate their pussy too thus that has to be old school style. In brief, fuck off, it is maybe the experience that spoke, maybe that exactly: she knows better her body than the very young. I am very open-minded !

To finish, I took her in simple missionary. During all the rodeo she chastely kept a part of her clothes. I asked her if I ended in her or if she sucked me but I believe that she was lazy “go for it finish in me”. Bad point: a little bit selfish. She told me that she found me handsome and tough “I don’t know what you were thinking about but certainly not my ass! But finally so much the better, for me, it was very good like that “. Well, it depends. Sometimes I hold 10 minutes sometimes I hold one hour. That really depends on my physical shape, on if I ate or not, on the girl, efforts that I made during the day, etc. Her conclusion: “I would not like that my daughter falls on you… in fact, yes, it would be good for her. ” It seems that her children know that she is on Adopt and bangs guys under 25.

After knocks, we sit on the sofa and we chatted till 2 am in the morning. She fiddled with my abs with greediness and complimented me: it is true that it begins to look good then it is cool. Well, if I understood well, this woman is in fact only the bursar in this apartment which landlord left for weekend. Her husband died some times ago, without forerunner, then she understood that the life it is carpe diem. Interesting anecdote: She told me that, according to her, my texts on my blog were very hard but that I was really cool. She found the contrast interesting… On the other hand she likes very much, she tells me that she also reads the Blog Artdeséduire in feminine held by a girl called Anoushka (or something like that) but that it is a mess, that it is badly written, brief that it is some commercial shit…

At a moment, I put my little finger in her mouth and asked “have you already seen a so small cock (than my finger) ?” She had a good laugh and said yes and began to tell me her loose story with a German. In exchange, she wanted to know one of my worst stories. Well, I was not going to tell her a thing about a small vagina or about a small breast… then I told the time when I slept with a girl without fucking her. I was 18 or 19 years old. I am still ashamed today. This girl was called Léa. She had made out with one of my buddies then they had broken up but I had stayed in touch with her. One night, she came sleeping over, she came in my bed and everything but I did nothing. She came back one second time: same scenario. I made erotic dreams next to her in which I took her but I did not dare to touch her in the black. Except that this time, that had probably pissed her off, she pleaded an urgent call of her brother and cleared off. I have never seen her again… But I have not all the wrongs either, seriously if she wanted it as much as me (what I believe) she would have been able to begin to fiddle with my cock that would have started the thing. In brief, conclusion of the woman: “oh fuck you were really tight-ass when you were young…” That a little reminds me the recent story with the seller who told me “my boss is there thus I come in the cabin with you but be wise” and who in the end does not call me back… I am persuaded that in fact she wanted me to warm her to death in this cabin, while her boss was close by, that would have turned her on and she would have come to my place. In this case, why saying the opposite? As for myself, I have nothing to regret, it gets on my nerves to have to read between the lines and decipher lousy tricks like that. HELLO GIRLS, BE SIMPLE, IT WILL BE BETTER FOR EVERYBODY !

Otherwise, funny thing on Adopt: She sends the free extract of my book to all the guys who try to pick up her badly and they get angry. A guy tried to pick up her and suggested her having sex for €1000. It is not a joke. I should try to do that. Another one proposed her a masturbation-date in the cabins of the sex shop of Plan de campagne. Of course, she did not go there (at least, it is what she pretends). She explained me that she did not have difficulties to find a lot of young people to fuck, that they all believed that old cougars have superpowers, but that concretely she had only bad experiences with the “young people” until today. Things like: they make an appointment, warm almost alone on their computer then flake. Or then, they come but are quite shy and everything and thus she loses the attraction that she had felt on photos (mention: lack of balls). According to her, they have a big mouth but are afraid of women and/or of sex. That a little reminded me what we have to undergo with certain nincompoops. So sad ! Men and women are the same, for the best and especially for the worst…

Well, here we are. It was an experience to do, the cougar. That passed well, it was nice. I expected even as it is softer… I don’t know if I will do it again but I do not regret, it is the most important (except maybe to French kiss Marine Le Pen, to convince Laguillet to subscribe to the MEDEF, or to see Bachelot coming)! By leaving, I took a snap’ and I sent it to my contacts “directly from the apartment of the MIFL I am banging hard”.

Of course, you can find out my secrets tricks to pick up on the Internet here.

Bye ! May the God of the Game be with us !

April 25th 2014,

On Wednesday morning, I sincerely did no think going to the Thursday evening Champagne Showers… then, I aimed to poke a little in the list of the guests! Indeed, this kind of party at the heart of the bourgeoisie from Aix reminds me too much that we were all born equal except for a few thousand euros. Finally, we motivated at the last moment with Padawan. A little bit by magic knowing that he twisted his ankle during the training just before.

From the start, the music assaulted our ears and seeing all these 17-year-old kids drunk and full of drugs, happy to waddle in a as virile a way as Guillaume Galienne to try to pick up siliconed floozy, overstrung nymphomaniacs and apprentices starlets which mercenary lips and opportunist pussies are only interested in Gold credit cards, destroyed our morale in two seconds. Not a good beginning.

Well then, chacun fait fait fait ce qui lui plait plait plait, after all… so their lifestyle is their problem. Except if there is a collective conscious or a common energy that connects all the human beings and in this case they would pollute us all (certain esoteric theories aim towards that). Well, we will never know anyway thus fuck off. I ate organic grilled almonds next to those who took shots and drugs (no more need to drink to feel drunk: goodbye the ugly who become beautiful when I’ve too much drunk/but on the other hand I let them drink to become beautiful).

Fortunately, at the end of half an hour that Padawan spent sulking, one of the girls I had poked and with whom I had chatted on FB passed in front of us… then, I caught her by the arm and she came talking to me. Attractive, rather tall, thin, hot, funny. I played the game of the questions and that fairly turned her on. In the meantime, she tried to test me so I reframed her. Conversation dissected like my almonds):

[1 CHANGE THE FRAME: SHE IS NOT THE PRIZE]

– SHE: You know, I love when people want me…
– ME : Yeah so what ?
– SHE: I don’t kiss so easily…
– ME: You’re shy or you don’t like me ? Because if it is just that you want to play, it is better to do it with a bigger challenge… As for myself, kissing or not, I don’t care…
– SHE: OK, I like challenge.
– ME: What is the challenge in this case? Because, as for myself, I would prefer to warm you without kissing you, it would be funnier…
– SHE: You’re not wrong haha!
– ME: Even I bet that it is you who could not handle sexual tension anymore and who would kiss me the first one
– SHE: That’s what you think, I would resist!

[2 WOMAN, IT IS ME THE PRIZE]

– ME: If you start with this logic, I am not going to play… I do not see why you should “resist” while I am not going to hurt you… That kills me this shitty logic but I do not doubt that it works with the starved dudes! You make me laugh when you try to make the fact of kissing me looking like my reward: I’m not saying that I don’t like you, you kiss certainly very well but… if you kiss me then I also kiss you (and I heard that I am a good kisser)… it is thus a two ways reward like the autorute, do you see? As a consequence: no little game of power with me, you would be nice… then, I know very well that you are going to test me to see if I am a virgin/a guy who has no balls and it is your right but know that I will test you too!
– SHE: It is sure that in this club there are a lot of starved dudes, a lot…
– ME: Yeah and then, you make them do what you want: buying drinks and everything…
– SHE: Yeah it’s not wrong!
– ME: I rather look for a partner for a game which is a little less for the virgins of this club.

…(then we talked about sex and she seemed interested)…

– ME: Women often did it to me, the trick of the disinhibited girl, a little open-minded but finally the girl get “cold feet” at the last moment… we will see if you are a girl who keeps promises or one more who talks a lot but does not much… We have the potential to have a lot of fun, then, it’s up to you to see what are your limits: for my part, I never get “cold feet”… but if you’re like me, as you claim it, if you’re a partner of game at my height: that could be an interesting meeting which can give rise to cool adventures. The ball is in your court.

[3 THWART HER SHIT TESTS]

– SHE: By the way, how old are you?
– ME: Why ? Are you looking for excuses qualify me or not ?
– SHE: No, more you will be old more it will be exciting.
– ME: Oh really, tell me more ?!
– SHE: The more I see frequently a boy with a bigger difference in age with me, the more I find that stimulating…
– ME: Do you mean that the more he is old and the less chances he is bad in the bed?
– SHE: That’s it!
– ME: I’m 25 and you ? And when you say “to frequent” I hope that you speak about OPEN relation…
– SHE: The couples it is not too much my thing. How old do you think I am?
– ME: I think you are 19 !
– SHE: No : 17 !
– ME: In the nature, the best genes are passed on in the couples which have around 10 years of gap (man older): This is why the woman is instinctively attracted by older men. On the other hand, the social pressure makes so that it is badly seen, people do not assume their attraction, fear of being judged and everything… And it makes the sexually frustrated society in which we live now.
– SHE (irrelevant) : Btw where do you live ?
– ME: 5 minutes away on foot from La Rotonde.
– SHE: Great ! On the other hand it must stay between you and me, our relation, do we have a deal?
– ME: That is not my style to broad nor to tell with whom I sleep.
– SHE : Tonight I HAVE TO sleep at my friend’s but if you want tomorrow in the beginning of the afternoon we meet up ?

Then, I suggested her playing to warm without kissing but her friend stuck her. As a consequence : she came, stayed 5 minutes with me, warmed a little, kissed me in the neck, then turned to see her buddy… And so on till 3 am. The hour in which I received a quite disappointing text.

03:19 “I’m gone”
03:20 “ With 20 mn more without your friend you would have left really frustrated ”
03:21 “Tomorrow we meet up ? ;)”

So here we are : I think that it is the fact of not having kissed her in the party that made that she said to herself “fuck but this guy did not validate me like all the others would have tried to, there is something wrong, I should go to his place to be validated”. Once at home, we will just have to let the sexual tension speak. The girl wanted to come on Saturday afternoon but I said no to her because I have training on Saturday thus it is on Friday that we had to see each other… strike while the iron is hot ! Fuck when I think of it if I banged girls like that at the high school, I would have been fucking happy!!!

Otherwise, in the club, we saw again the Captain! He is always funny and we played to steal caps the organizers had distributed. A girl said “c’mon dude give my cap back it is my boyfriend who gave it to me !
– no, I don’t believe you, YOU you have a boyfriend ? You want me to buy this ?
– Fuck yes I have a man so go AWAY”. On the other hand, he put on weight : 6kg of alcohol (that’s it to have the constitution of a Breton sailor). Then, further to the pokes I had beforehand sent, a lot of girls smiled to me or said hello in the club, it was funny to clear the land like that (even if I did not always recognize them). Finally, a girl wanted to sell me her packs for another party/even by coming to try to charm, I hate that then I messed with her: I eventually stole her cap and steal her a smack. Caught at her own game!

09:08 “Still ok for this afternoon ?”

No flake. The 17 years old chick directly came to my place without creating a fuss. I love the girls motivated like that: it is necessary to encourage them, I thus decided to take care of her.

We rather quickly warmed on the sofa: licking of pussy lied down on the couch then caresses/fingers up against a wall. At this moment, she had nothing else than her string (really fine-looking and firm the girl, it is good to see that, and especially her breasts are very cute). She could not handle more, her legs trembled, she rose rose rose. At the moment, I consider that she really really could not handle it any more: she wanted to go back on the couch to recover from it. It is the lack of experience, I think, that makes that she rose very very high but did not manage to come (lack of confidence in me after all she knows me hardly and then she does not maybe know very well her body either). Finally, she enjoyed, and she told me she had never felt that before in spite of the fact she had 8 20 years old partners before me. I have to say that she was sooo wet, in a way I’ve rarely seen!

She told me, “sorry I don’t know what is happening to me, I feel strange, I am going to go back home”. I let her rest 5 minutes on the sofa of the lounge. Then I removed my top next to her (because I still had all my clothes) by fingering her again. She pretended to resist but she liked very much that. At this moment, I got that in fact, she did not know too much by which end to catch me, that she panicked a little inside and everything.

I thus took all the initiatives, I brought her in the bedroom, lied her down, put myself in boxer shorts and she came on me. She began to shake me by telling me “ If you ejaculate do not do it on me plz…
– don’t you prefer that I take you ?
– it’s an option…
– OK !
– But put a condom PLZ… oh but you already have it ? I understood nothing, when did you it?!
– MAGIC!” Thus, she was on me and rode me. First time of her life that she did that apparently, she did not say it but she needed a moment to get her bearings then I saw her feasting. At the end of 5 minutes, she asked me “did you finish ?
– no why ?” After knocks, she admitted to me after she had never been taken so long/strong. Nevertheless, honestly, the next day of a party, tired, I did not make a crazy performance… Well, that will make for her all the same a good point of comparison in the future. In fact, at the moment, I do not much of my days and nevertheless I feel all the time tired with less and less desires. I do not listen to too much myself but it is painful! In brief, I hope that she will not live as a burden this rock ‘ n roll sex education she has just received.

She really excited me then I quickly wanted to take her again but she really had her dose. I see it from her perspective, at the beginning we are not very tough. In any case, I think that it made her feel good being really fucked for once. Maybe that I will see her again and that I can teach her other things! To finish, she told me “you’re strange as a guy all the same
– but you like strange people
– really, why ?
– they are less boring
– oh yeah that’s true”. I like brutal love!

In any case, on Facebook, my blog did not block her. She even asked me to call her Ljubljana in my text (I don’t know why but if that can please her I am not contrary). OK, it will be our “open” secret.

May the God of the defloration be with you!

PS1 = The fact that I had a fight with her brother a few years ago and that she is the niece of the girl of the ice cubes just makes her more delicious. (Seen on her FB).

PS2 (not the games console) = The guy of Adopt about whom I had spoken to you last time “AT YOUR FOOT”: He drove 30 miles to go to fuck the girl of my last FR except that once there, he was fatter and less cute than on his photos. I suppose that in addition he had an AFC attitude and badly communicate with her. As a result, he went back home after 20 minutes, frustrated, the ego broken… That’s why, the dates on the Internet, it is never won beforehand (and also why it is better to make the girl come than to go to her place). Find out all my advice in Secrets for seducing on the Internet.

PS 3 = We filmed a video with Padawan in which I approach a girl in a park of Aix.

PS4 = Little trip at the ASSOM with Alex, a new Padawan who had just read my book about gender relations. First time he approached in club/street… and : 3 kiss. The WE that followed, he made 1 FC thanks to the technique of the book. Ah, he makes me proud this young boy!

PS5 = We beat out record: last time, Virginie had 7 orgasms in the evening.

PS 6 : At the Showers, I proposed a threesome (her, Padawan and me) to one of the girls who organized. I was very direct but it was above all for fun. Her answer: “no sorry, you’re too ugly”. Hmm, hmm. So :
1/ don’t be sorry because it is your loss there : do not try to look smart by telling that (bitchshield) while in fact it is just that you do not feel at the height to manage two guys… like if you had every day this kind of proposal… and I know that you have already slept with many guys uglier than us. Also, maybe you are uncomfortable because don’t know if we are serious.
2/ Why do you feel like you have to answer maliciously while we ask you a kind and flattering question? The answer hatred VS love shows that what most pisses you off it is that you saw it as an assault on your reputation, you have the impression that we treat you “whore” by asking you for that.
3/ I know well that it is largely because you find me slightly too confident that you feel like you have to put me back in place. You are not going to persuade me that you are so nasty and rude in fact.
4/ I know that you have many tattoos and that you like very much that but me I have “doggy style” writen in Chinese tattooed on the left buttock thus I win ! 😉 kiss for you

PS 7 : This FR is sponsored by the brand Triaaangles [no it is not a spelling mistake] which offered me a funny T-shirt “dispo pour un 5 à 7 peinards (available for a casual nooner)”. I would also have imagined an even more provocative thing like “je suis le roi du cunni (I am the king of pussy lickers)”.

April 6th 2014,

I was chatting with a buddy, yesterday evening, on Facebook. He started to tell me that he approached a girl on Adopt and that he was maybe going to have date. That suddenly reminded me something “Ah but YES, it is true that I have date I tonight… and in less than one hour in addition”. Well, all this to say that I was totally relaxed. Almost convinced that I was going to screw a girl, I a little tidied up the lounge then I took a shower. I put on the same pullover than yesterday: no prob, I did not plan to keep it for a long time. I had to move my ass to pick up this girl at the bus stop in front of the Séphora at 9:15 pm.

Problem: I did not even remember any more what she looks like. Finally I mean when I spoke to her on Adopt, I selected her for the photos, thus she was cute but I didn’t remember anymore her face. Neither of her size nor anything. Not even what we had talked about. I vaguely remembered that I had warmed her on Adopt by promising her doggy style and orgasms as usual, that we had chatted a lot and that we had agreed on a RDV but that she had wanted to take my number because she would not connect anymore because of her internship. The next days, I answered hastily: a text message every 2 days, often one-word-answers, during 6 days… Needs to say that it royally pisses off me to write texts with my HTC quite broken everywhere. It is true that for that I miss my Blackberry (but I broke it too during a too rough sexual intercourse). In brief, we had not spelt during the D-day either… Thus here I was : I did not know if she was really going to come, but well she had not cancelled either. In the doubt, no regret is my policy. I thus went to a date taken hastily 6 days earlier, without any guarantee. Fuxelife.

In brief, I was thus there looking for a girl who would look like waiting for somebody. Bingo, there were only five. I looked around the bus stops and… one smiled to me. “Well, it must be her”. I came to her, gave a kiss to her and everything then we went to my place (that would have been funny that it is not her). Hello the girl, fuck, 6ft, classy, plunging neckline. As she saw that I was not very tall, she commented ” ah I had a good idea not wearing high heels…
– No but girl I don’t care if a girl is taller than me eh, I would even say that I like very much tall girls… It is the complexed, frustrated guys, etc. who do not like them. A guy at ease with himself : he appreciates the perfect figure!”

By walking to my place, I didn’t make any effort of conversation on the way. I didn’t want to put her ill-at-ease, but I didn’t want to kill the sexual tension either… I had especially nothing to say. She started talking to me about her internship with homeless people. We went up, I sat her on a sofa and made her talk. All the people are egocentric persons in fact, what interests them it is only:
– them and their lives ;
– what happens in your life that can help them in their life. And that’s it. I speak about it in my first book moreover: if you want to seduce girls, make some active listening, that makes them feel comfortable. Then try a kinaesthetic escalation. Practical exercise: at the end of 10 minutes next to her on the sofa, I started caressing her thigh. The idea: if she doesn’t like me now, she won’t like me more within 2 hours. Thus it’s better to quickly know. Thus I put the pressure on her : if she doesn’t want me to caress her, she leaves and I do something else tonight like for example traumatizing teenagers on FB by telling them bullshit and by sending them photos of burning kitten or beheaded horse. We continued to talk during 1 hour like that in the most natural way in the world without putting into words my caresses which took more and more initiatives. At the moment I downright took her hand, she caressed mine, perfect. She commented “I feel totally at ease with you.”

Well then. After a while, I believe that she could not handle the tension anymore, because she asked me if we could go in my bedroom to rest a little. We went there, I lit candles then I understood nothing to what happened: she turned me, jumped on me and undressed me in two seconds (in a dominant way). I thus did the same on her, then I a little fingered and licked her. Certainly not the best cunnilingus of my life because I didn’t managed to put the hand (nor the tongue) on her damned clitoris. At the end of a few minutes, I told her all the same that it disturbed me “oh yes oh yes don’t worry even if you don’t feel it you are on it!” Ah well all right, hmm, let’s say that I see more or less where that must be thus so… After in-depth study, it appears that in fact it was really tiny and covered like very covered but nevertheless extremely sensitive. Well then I guess that she appreciated all the same the session because she started sucking me by specifying “usually I don’t do that on the first date”. What an honor!

Then, without lying I think of having destroyed her during 1.5 hour. I mean… we went in my room at about 11 pm, and we stopped fucking at 2 am. I dunno where did the time disappear, I understood nothing. There were preliminary and everything but well… I doubtless acquired superpowers, I dunno how, it must be the moon: I took her in about ten positions. I got a “you are sturdy dude”… I think that the word she looked for is “tough”. She moves great well in the bed, that it is necessary to recognize it, at the same time she lived for a long time in Guadeloupe thus I imagine that they are hot over there. I had the heart that beat very quickly after having fucked so much and so hardly, fortunately I applied the breath that we learnt in the internship with the great master Kim Yong Ho then that made my exciting get down rather quickly. I asked her if she felt hers: by paying attention to it yes it beat fast also but otherwise no. Strange, me, the slightest tea makes me feel it. She added, “the only thing I really felt it is your dick”. No, just kidding. But it is true that it is boring to always feel my heart especially that the rare moments when I am quiet and I don’t feel it, well, I worry about it as a consequence.

Then, we a little chatted. We even chatted a lot… and it was very interesting! Fuck, I love getting acquainted on the pillow after our satisfied sex drives broke the ice. I am now going to speak to you about human psychology (like often) but also about sex perverts (I think I have not done it yet on this blog). Then first of all, it is a girl who is in Master of psychology (I really wonder why I waste my time trying to pick up any sorts of girls while I have the impression that all those I have sex with are either in psychology or in art school). Then, it is a girl who lost her mother rather young: thus it makes her laugh when the big drama of the life of her friends it is to have no boyfriend or that their ex kissed another girl (or that Chuck did not say “I love you” to Blair). She agrees with me that people are formatted to forget to live, to forget to take advantage on behalf of shitty ideals. Then even, they stay in their zone of comfort by fear of the comparison or I dunno what. These girls who absolutely want to be in couple at all costs with the first to come, it is for what in your opinion? It is to keep the guy on a lead, that’s it… And they are afraid that if he tests another one, he realizes that she is knackered and leaves with the other one. Or other variants of the lack of self-confidence. Or then if they do not want to fuck, it is because most of the guys are hopeless in the bed. Thus for them, having sex, it doesn’t mean taking some pleasure but rather being penetrated 5 minutes by a guy who is going to ejaculate just egoistically as a sea lion. For a lot of people, that’s it, the sex… Then don’t be surprised when you hear “sexfriends, it is some shit, without feelings sex is pointless…” If all the guys were a good fuck, the girls would fuck more easily also because they would find an interest there (let’s not forget that it is the girls who have the sexual control, who choose us, in our society). Well I’m going away from the subject but let’s say that the girls who are pains in the ass, who act tight-ass, who play hard to get or others: it is often that they understand nothing to life. But well, we can do nothing about it… We will not change the mass of sheeps, we can just content with avoiding them, with avoiding especially wasting time with lost causes convinced to be right (only idiots never doubt, moreover some very stupid with a big mouth would sometimes almost persuade me that I understood nothing about gender relations) or to put them in front of their contradictions so that the least stupid can think and possibly go out of this plan. The conclusion: when we lived a little, got slapped or other, I have the impression that we know better how to live. And thus, that we live good moments when we have the opportunity of it because we do not know if we will not have an accident tomorrow. To finish on a more joyful note, I am anxious to share with you what she told me which made me laugh a lot.

She was approached by a guy on Adopt last week. Another one, not me : one who clearly did not read Secrets for seducing on the Internet. Nevertheless, she will meet him on Tuesday evening, but let’s say that he is a little bit special. What he likes, it is to be submitted. He addresses as “vous” her and calls her “your Highness” or “Powerful mistress”, it depends on days. So, he asked her if she could spit at her shoes so that he then licks them and to spit in his mouth as a reward. If she could crush a banana so that he can eat it on her bare feet. If she could walk on his mouth and crush him. I kept the best for the end: he wants that she makes a ball with his socks and that she throws it so that he can go get it like a big doggie. It is not bullshit, I’ve read the messages! He looks very happy, very enthusiastic and everything. She asked him “but otherwise, do you also like vaginal penetration?
– yeah it’s ok”. I asked her if that would make her enjoy to humble a guy like that, she said “I dunno I have never done that, thus I will see I am going to experience even if I won’t be hardcore with him.” When I said that she was open-minded! It’s nice that girls report facts like that : I guess it is good for us to become aware of everything that exists. The competition, all this, all this. LAUGHING OUT LOUD. With this, she slept with me and I guess that I snored like a pig. It was the romantic minute.

By returning from tae kwon do this evening, I found this message of her on Adopt ” You honored your word successfully ! I really spent a very good moment and I like your mentality.
Then see you soon for new adventures I hope. Kisses everywhere.”. The nurse of last week sent to me “That disrupts me that you did not finish in my pussy, wanna fuck tomorrow night?” and also Marie-Antoinette who reopened me for the nth time even if I do not answer “You excites me, make me panting, wet and you do not even want to relieve me…” At the same time, if they insist on fucking and that the guy doesn’t want : they jolly question themselves seen that they are used to the deaths of hunger ready for anything to ejaculate in any pussy with their cock of bastards. Then they insist and find themselves in the needy position usually occupied by the average guy. No prob, it’s good for them from time to time… I am the avenger of the orgasm. Hmm, what else ? In bulk, I have fucked Clémentine again without condom, it sucks, I had held about 9 months without messing around. I learnt that the Teenager of Toulon had told all her school that she was pregnant of me but that she miscarried. I spent my first whole night with Virginie <3 And I finally exported my first ebook in English, the one about body language, to an Australian (the GDP of France thus owes me €21.5: I boost the economy while making a reputation of great leg to French guys so I ask to be knighted chevalier of the Legion of Honor).

It’s a lot of good news ! Now, lights off. May the God of the Game be with us !

The April 1st 2014,

It is the ass between Hafid and 100g of flour that I write this text (flour that strangely often finds itself on the end of our nose when we get out of bathroom). I admit, we sniffed all night long a coke pure enough to be still awakened at noon, having spent the night like excited by the looped viewing of a dirty video of Paris Hilton. A smell of hukka useful for keeping our good mood is floating in this apartment that was not aerated since Hafid moved there. That is to say, 3 years ago.

 

In this city where I meet only superficial floozies, I decided that my texts would also be it from now. I am thus going to keep it short to please this bitch of housewife under 50 who does not like reading when it is written too small or who stops right in the middle when it is too long… but who paradoxically watches bullshit presented by Benjamin Castaldi till 1 am in the morning.

 

This morning, in an unknown bed, a young Eurasian quite hot leaned on my trunk. Having opened eyes and giving her my nice sleepy smile, I admired her tattoo that totally recovered her back. On the other side, a black slept peacefully under my right hand. Her hands of black panther with sharp claws had caressed almost all night long night my small fragile stomach of polar bear by leaving lively red marks there.

 

Fuck that could have been a dream but it is a nightmare. “Where am I? Would you have the kindness to remind me your first names, your ages and the circumstances of our meeting?” I received as answer only a dialogue between both accomplices “keep silent the white dude and lick our pussies then you will introduce a cucumber in each of us. The black gave me this order by now threatening me with a sexy gun.
– Eeh, I think that we have nothing else than carrots in the fridge. Corrected her friend.
– That’ll do.”

 

At the risk of offending my readers belonging to the Triads, I decided to run away, in boxers (but I find their daughters/wives/mothers very beautiful and respectable it is just that I am not sitophile nor vegetophile (I don’t fuck food)). It is thus half naked, lost in the streets of Aix-en-Provence with a half-hard dick that I decided to go back home. I guess that I was given drugs the night before in my favorite bar, they had probably put a bullshit in my drink : It is the only plausible explanation in my state and in the fact that my reaction seemed to me at the time completely relevant, adequate and logical.

 

Suddenly, a car honked me and stopped at my level. “Come on, handsome boy” told me an almost feminine voice. “What the fuck now ?!” I exclaimed by seeing the ugly and fat driver. But understanding that crossing the city dressed like that (it was not a dress) was not necessarily the best idea I had during this last quarter of century, I did sit in the car without trying too much to understand. “Do we know each other? Did we already kiss?” I asked my rescuer by praying so that the answers was no. “Don’t worry”. How did she guess that I a bit worried, fuck?! Finally, that could not be worse than my situation of this morning between two maffiosos. That’s what I thought…

 

She gave me, at the end of a few minutes, two pills. Fuck, my name is not Neo. She wanted that I swallow them but because they were shady, I said no. Thus she threatened to kill both of us and started driving at a speed of 150 on a road way less wide than Kim Kardashian’s butt. Well, done for done, I gave up. She stopped then in a street with little traffic and her eyes of willow miller started looking at me with appetite. “Agueh agueuh” I said to defend myself. The shit she had given to me made me high, saying yes to everything and having an fucking hard erection although the context did not suit me. Thus she started taking advantage of me. This is when we were interrupted by two policemen in service, who typed in our window full of vapor. Right when I feigned the ejaculation of a rabid bear, in addition. Well, I have nothing against the idea of being raped by girls, but still they would have to have been correctly operated.

 

I had difficulty in making the slang understand that I was a victim of a rape… then they put me in cell of sobering up. What they did not like, it’s especially the moment when they asked me for my papers and when I gave them the packaging of the condom. The big cow, her, was released on parole. Hell yes, women are always innocent and victims of the guys, these little fragile beings, it is well known. The most painful moment was the search, or rather the rectal touch: I felt at the bottom of the hole while they ferreted about in mine. The sentence was irrevocable: 48 hours of custody.

 

At the end of one hour or two, a rather cute cop came to me to say that she read my blog and to ask me to make her one of these rather brilliant cunnilingus of which I have the secret discreetly in my room. In exchange, she would make for me escape by leaving “inconveniently” the door of my cell open. My tongue and my fingers are thus now in the register of offences. Because she is good at negotiation, she wanted to keep my boxers as souvenirs. A pair of underpants that was full of testosterone, it is necessary to specify it.

 

It is thus without my pair of underpants that I escaped of the commissionership, the eyes doubtless as lively as the perverse cocaine addict who was in the cell next to me (He must have thought that it was a hallucination when she came). I met a nth girl who stopped me. She told me that she was happy to meet Cyprineman in the flesh (and sausage) because she had still never achieved orgasm at the age of 25. She begged me to make her finally taste the carnal pleasures and to sign her an autograph… all this with a look of Rumanian who begs in the subway. I was not able to resist. I told her that it is my specialty and promised that I was going to put my talent in her profit for the moderate 100€ sum or for virile clothes. She accepted the second condition and led me at her home: phew, it was close by. She came several times like the madwoman that she is then invited me in a party that very evening. In the meantime, she locked me into her cellar stark naked… for me who am not used to revealing so easily my body, it was a difficult time. I have no sexual slave who waits for me in my cellar: I missed my life.

 

Dressed in an way too expensive for me suit that was oversized, I found myself in a kind of orgy with DSK (aka the bull from Washington). Two so high level perverts in the same room, that could only go awry. He proposed me 1000€ to sodomize me while making me drink heavily an old corked Bordeaux. I am an easy boy who cannot drink a lot. He put all the same a Yves Saint Laurent condom. He then proposed me 10 000€ for teaching him my secrets to fuck girls without having to pay them. He took notes on the back of a young one Slovak desk clerk, claiming to be frivolous drug-addict and dyke, nevertheless busy with alternately blowing us.

 

An ex first lady of France (a little old but still hot), nicknamed “TGV station” by poets who have gold teeth (but her the identity has to remain here as secret as the recipe of Coca-Cola), was also at the party. Having let her got me drunk with some champagne-rosé like a gay, she proposed me game in sadomasochistic mode (domesticating me with her crop) that I was not able to refuse. She asked me if she could film the scene to send it to her husband, a very high-ranking man who likes Flamby, to make him grumble. Thinking that with any luck, I would finish on the cover of Voici and then be able to write a best-seller full of spelling mistakes, I said OK. Steevy Bouley held the camera. Nabilla sucked the microphone. Some are less stupid than we say it. Others more stupid than they think they are. Others finally take us for idiots by persuading us that they are idiots. It is their case.

 

What followed is rather funny: Alain Delon said I am megalomaniac and an old leader of the UMP offered me a chocolate croissant.

 

By going back home in the early hours, I made a detour by Hafid’s to tell him these adventures before I have a memory lapse (Ingrid’s ordeal in the Colombian forest, it was Jet Tours by comparison). I found him sleepy at the foot of the front door, the key pushed in the lock. The guy was doubtless drunk with vodkapple. He mumbled in his sleep that he imagined his young trisomic niece naked. It is stunning how narcotics can make us crazy.

 

Did you well read the date, dead losses? I wrote that on April 1st (Fools’s Day)! April fool!!!

 

Fabrice J.

Scriptwriter for Canal –

We won’t stop telling you stories

May the God of the Game teach you the benefactions of the sperm on the health!