Month: September 2015

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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