Month: June 2017

March 7th 2016,

This year, there were 29 days in February so I used this bonus day which is not supposed to exist to do a little introspection (which does not mean that I pushed a camera in my ass). I had begun writing my text, that I finished today. Then I’ll tell you how I fucked a brunette who blushed easily.

1/ The introspection

I have thought a lot about my decline in NPU results (less F-closes) in Lyon. I deliberately set aside the fact that this is the fiscal period at the office so I’m very tired.

I sincerely believe that it is due to my aggression of two years ago: I still feel this post-traumatic stress and it is true that it is difficult to pick-up in a simple way when you are stressed for reasons that surpass yourself, when you have dizziness and everything on the field. So, when I go out, the simple fact of going out is already a victory for me: I’m proud of beating my agoraphobia.

Then, I have less desire to pervert the girls here in Lyon than when I was in Aix since I already did the experiments I wanted to do on the field (except the swingers club). So I need new ideas to feel a desire to test them on chicks.

And finally, I do not care because I can fuck a lot of girls online. So it is really the recreation with my friends, that I help my best on the field (and sometimes I leave so they stay with the girls). Anyway, the more pressure I put on myself to get results, the less I think I will succeed.

Otherwise, I’m still disrupted. My dreams speak a lot about death. Either I have to kill someone in my sleep, or they try to kill me. Or one of my relatives dies. They also talk about my studies, for example: “I was told that I did not get my diploma and I have to go back at school”. Or “in fact, I’m not a graduate and I have to go back to university because there’s an exam I’ve forgotten to go to and I’ve just noticed it.” Another variant: I break my neck in a staircase and I get up very stressed. It must be revealing of my deep anxieties all the same… but anyway, I wake up almost every night with tachycardia. It does not help to rest properly!

My brother is still an asshole. But besides, it’s a fucking coward who has no gratitude for those who have raised him. My father “got” the right to go see his grandson 1h every month. How? By shouting my brother violently on the phone. Permitting this visit was a tricky trap: when I got there, my brother’s wife forbade him to take pictures of the baby, a real asshole. Then they started insulting him. They are really crazy. So I began to write a “letter to my brother”, not to make him react (it will surely upset him) but for me, to relieve myself.

I had a job interview last Tuesday. Because, at my office, it it’s a mess, as you already know. I will be better paid, there will be better clients, I will practice audit, etc. I am waiting for my promise to hire to resign.

I fucked so much this weekend with The Teacher that I nearly canceled my date last night as I canceled the one of Saturday afternoon with a lawyer (I actually fell asleep). I have no real desire to pick up at the moment, so I will slow down.

2/ The brunette who blushes

It all started with a message received on Adopte on February 9 (almost one month ago fuck) :
” 20 minutes.
The time I needed to read your profile.
3 smiles.
1 nervous laughter.
1 “fuck, who is this guy”
5 minutes of red cheeks
10 minutes to know if I will write to you or not.
I feel that I will need a phase of introspection before coming to your place. But I already know that I do not want to let you disappear like that.
By the way, I specify in case that I love to make love and that I have no problem walking around in Eve’s outfit and in an enlightened apartment.
I have no conclusion. You killed me. Good night.”

I looked at her profile. She just meets the 10kg rule but does not do sport. I answered because she has a pretty face and I have enjoyed her writing :
“Two hours.
The time I needed to answer.
Time to get up, to go to work, to finish what I did not finish yesterday and here I am on my computer!
You are good if you have read everything in 10 minutes only.
I looked at your pictures, I find you pretty, you look sexy.
So, Eve’s outfit, why not, but for touching each other we will see later (or not)
A date like this would seem very sincere.
I am as much seduced by the personality of a girl as by her physique, and you seem to have both.
You will say that I killed you after a few orgasms.
Good night.”

Then we talked tacitly: “I am curious to know if you talk as much about sex as you write.
– Well, then come to my house and find out.
– Today…?
– No lol but why not tomorrow?
– I have no free night before Sunday 10 pm (or 11 pm).
– Do not worry we’ll see the next week then :)”

Then, she made the interaction last : a stay in Berlin for a week, a week with her parents during the holidays and then I guess she hesitated between flaking or not… I must say that I was hardcore with her: “I will try not to increase the number on the counter with a guy that is not up to it… Besides, if we end up meeting, why do you want this to happen absolutely at your place ? It is a mode of operation engraved in the rock?
– No, we can go to your place if you prefer.
– Neutral location not possible? Would you feel like wasting your time?
– Clearly.
– It has the merit of being clear. I have a small list of questions to ask you and I refrain from asking you now so I can get the general picture in person, including non-verbal communication. And if I could stop feeling like a virgin when I talk to you I’d feel better and it would be good for you.”

So she finally came last night. We talked a lot around a glass of the cider she brought (I appreciated her politeness). She blushed a lot as soon as I began to talk about sex. So I talked about less sensitive topics like her marketing studies (I was sincerely interested in it) before going back to the subject of sex. For the anecdote, she could not formulate her preferred position so she drew it on an envelope. I laughed: she likes everything from behind (doggy style and sodomy) as long as she can masturbate at the same time.

About online seduction: she went on 5 dates, slept with 3 including another Fabrice after three dates (including one at the opera and one at the restaurant). She also met a younger guy who came directly to her place and fucked her while she did not like him, just because she was sex-starved. And finally, another with whom she went to have a drink before going to his place. She confessed to me that she had very few orgasms in her life (except masturbating).

When I saw her blushing because we were talking about sex, I teased her about it and then asked how she would react if I undressed… right now. She said she did not know. So I took my dick out, in front of her. To see what could happen. She did not know what to do. I asked her how she found my cock “I do not know it is a just dick… (skeptical face)… well, I confess, I’m excited and I want to suck it.

So, I let her touch it and then I fingered her against the wall before licking her on my bed. First orgasm. She sucked me to thank me. Then I licked her again and… second orgasm. Then I fucked her doggy style while she touched her own pussy… third orgasm. Finally, I quickly finished on all fours.

She had firm breasts, a lot of charm and nice eyes. But in all that, I must confess that what turns me on the most is novelty. The discovery of a new body even if it is a little less hot than the one of my girlfriend makes me get it hard… it’s serious!

She lay in front of me on the bed to recover from her emotions, her head turned. She did not felt anything anymore when she left and suggested that we meet again but I am not very OK because although she is not ugly and sent me a text message on her way home to tell me that she was wet still all along the way, The Teacher would feel too betrayed. This morning by provocation, I sent “did you think to my cock tonight?
– it even was my first thought on waking!”

Otherwise, a little while ago, a little bitch on Adopte asked me “does it works your description on chicks? Some really read it until the end, is it not too long? Do you find some desperate women?” Pff, no comment. I found it almost as ridiculous as when I trolled an unfuckable chick on Tinder “hello little slut, wanna fuck?” and that she replied “no, no, I’m not a girl like that, let’s go to the restaurant first”.

May the God of the Game be with us!

February 29th 2016,

A lot of things have happened in my life lately. It took me a few days to realize that, the race for sexual performance is over. I have reached my goal so I want to take more care of myself, find a better job, eat healthier and lose weight (because I am getting fat), sleep more, workout (because the pool does not have the same effect on me… I do not feel as “manly” after a swimming session as after a bodybuilding session).

At the office, my colleague the Sultan is gone (he was the one with whom I had a lot of fun). It pissed me off a little bit but I’m happy for him so I do not blame him. How could I btw ? I will tell you this story because it is edifying: he is 50 years old, bac+8, 6 years of experience in this shitty cabinet but is paid €1500 per month. Knowing that elsewhere, an equivalent position would be paid at least €3000. Where does this money go? In the pockets of the boss, of course… this fucker who boasts of going to Dubai while we are working like fanatics!

Why has my colleague all these years been exploited? I have observed him a lot and I think he was conditioned to think he is a shit. He was constantly denigrated, belittled, humiliated by my boss. It’s a very nice guy, Sultan, who brought me enormously on both a human and a professional level so I hate the idea that he can be treated like that. For me, what he has undergone is almost like moral harassment, but it is a common practice in accounting firms. The boss does the same to me, so I do not feel too strong and I do not want to leave “it’s good but it was easy”, “you are improving but you are doing it for you” or “it’s correct but…” and there it will find a subtlety that a normal chartered accountant would not take into account.

In short, the deal between them was that my boss had to sign the conventional breakup of Sultan in February and then that he comes to work on the black market until the end of the fiscal period. (Do not be fooled, rapping the Pole Emploi off is a common practice in this firm. It’s an awful lot for an accountant, someone who normally has to respect the law!)

But then, at the moment of signing his breakup, he whistled him like an old dog (like he always does) and then told him “for the balance of any account, we will arrange.” Basically, he owes him more than €4000 for a week and refuses to pay him the hours made on the black market for two months. My colleague showed me his bank account is €3500 in the red for years, so he really counted on it. There was a big lack of respect and consideration so my friend no longer comes to the office. Sultan is waiting to see if he will receive the money due to him at the time of pay, or if he will have to sue him and send the labor inspection. Which would be good for everyone here, by the way.

As a result, my colleague will not come back. He decided it and he is right. I’m selfishly sad but I know it’s better for him. That’s why I worked on my resume, strong with my new experience (I took what I had to take here) and I’m going to leave. The goal is to move quickly to a firm that normally treats its employees.

Friday night, I spent the evening thinking about the rest of my life. Accountancy is certainly “prestigious”… but in fact, I think I would prefer to earn my living on the Internet and go living near the sea, relaxed. With a bisexual woman, who would only cheat on me with women and with whom we would make threesome from time to time to spice up our routine. She would also be a great mom for my little Cyprinechildren.

Saturday night, I had to see a beautiful blonde met on Adopte. Except that I was tired (really… I amost fell asleep at 10pm) and that The Teacher proposed to meet up. I am quite proud of having canceled my near-insured F-Close to go and give a hug to my darling. We spent the night together and half the day on Sunday. I want to give her a chance.

Meanwhile, the Nice Giant was fuckclosing a girl met on the street. I am very proud of my Padawan.

Last night, so on Sunday, I received the visit of this beautiful blonde I had to see the day before. The poor one thought I was a soft cock that had got cold feet. Indeed, on Saturday night, she wanted to see me in a bar for prudence but I said no. So she proposed to meet at the metro and I said “lazy” then she said “OK I can come directly to your place” and that’s where I said “no I’m too tired”. I really played the princess !!! In fact, I now enjoy to drive them crazy since I reached my goal and I have a cool girlfriend : I play only for pleasure now (by envy and not by need) and it is liberating! !!

So, I said no to her and went sleepind with my chick. But I still did not want to treat her so badly, since I had liked her pen on Adopt. Indeed, she had written me nice things… selected excerpts:

– “You are a UFO … 🙂 but I noticed that you could quite easily become UFO on this site. For example, I am often told this because I respond cordially and say “goodbye” to people with whom I feel no feeling, without leaving them in a silence. In the end, people ask very little! A little respect and that seems unusual to them.”

– « I could defend my profile, for example, because I felt referred to in this paragraph: “If in your profile I see things like “no sexfriends bastards” or “under 1m80 go away” know that I do not like this shitty mentality so you will not interest me.”… there is indeed on my profile a sentence like that. (But not really, I do not see the concern to prefer men who do not risk to be belittled because of my size, it happens too often!) But no, I will finish by choosing a simple simple approach. By asking you one thing. Take me 🙂 »

– « You are indeed that head on which I bugged at the turn of the road, and this text that spoke to me much this evening. I am of libertine confession, so no, your text is neither shocking nor displaced, although a bit long for what it summarizes 😉 It titillated my curiosity, but not only! »

– “For the libertine clubs, I’m beginning, but let’s say, it’s been a while since I put a name on this state of mind, so no I’m not yet a real libertine. The few incursions I made made me realize that I would have to arm myself morally before being up to it. There is everything there, and some are a bit oppressive: the attribute “woman alone” makes me a piece of meat in a lion’s den.”

– “In spite of everything I would take a drink first. Photos are one thing, feeling is another and for me it is important. I guess it’s the same for you anyway, is not it? (^^ no need to answer yes to make me happy, it would make make me laugh if you said “no me I do not care as long as I can score” ;-))

She was really nice and patient, so to reward her, yesterday I made a concession and went to pick her up on the subway. We talked around a glass of wine at my house. She told me that she had already gone to a swinger club in Lyon and how it was happening there. There are seemingly parties for “young people” which are nice and where there are quite a lot of people. There are mostly couples, but also nymphomaniac chicks who fuck a lot of guys like if the man was a tool and guys alone who hunt with their hard dick in the hand.

People walk there naked and this is the norm, so no one is shocked. Then, when we meet people with whom we want to fuck, we can go in closed rooms, rooms where people can watch, or even dirty rooms with accessories. It appears that it is a very respectful environment, where people are not pains in the ass : when they are told no, they leave. Frankly, at the next young party I would like to go with The Teacher. Not to swing but to find a naughty girl to make a 3some or just to fuck in front of people.

Finally, it’s apparently downright different from the libertine dating sites where all guys are sex-starved. They pose almost all shirtless with a close-up dick “here is the photo of the members of the site”. There are few young and hot chicks, rather old or fat ones who take themselves for top models because they are solicited. It is a big scam, in my opinion, these sites. Girls are always the prize, and we are exploited like shit. Always the same story.

After a long moment of discussion, she surprised me “when will you kiss me with your beautiful face?
– Wait, I’ll finish my drink.
– Ah, I thought I scared you.
– Did you look at me?”

Then we got off. I removed my shoes and the difference in size was accentuated because they give me an advantage. She made a comment on it but did not care, basically. I licked her until the orgasm then she sucked (after asking me if I was sure to have no illness) and I finally fucked her very sexy ass on all fours with a condom she put on my dick. She told me I was fucking her hard and I took it for a compliment, in doubt.

She is pretty cool this chick, she looks like a Swedish so she is tall and blonde with light blue eyes. But in fact… she’s just Breton! Before leaving, she gave me eco-orgasmic condoms from her association because she is invested in ecology and they give ego-orgasm condoms because… apparently, in the lubricant of the normal condoms, there would be endocrine disruptors . Otherwise, she was an engineer but converted last year (she is 27 years) in osteopathy because it is her vocation. I find it courageous.

In short, it confirms me in the idea that I am a libertine in the mind… but I do not yet know if I am made for environment. Must see!

May the God of the Game be with us!

February 23th 2016,

I felt that everything was going to change, but nothing changed… a bit like during the night of December 22 to 23, 2012. To better understand what happened to me, I need to tell you everything.

Friday morning, after I fucked Tinder’s bomba latina, a guy pissed me off on FB. “Thi guy”, is the niggaz from Nice, with whom I had participated in a sixsome last year: an angry man who likes to denigrate me on the Internet because he knows that he owes me a lot for opening his field of possibilities. Logically he should be grateful but it much easier for the ego of an asshole to tell shit and pretend he had learned all by himself.

The fucker tried to intimidate me: “I’m in Lyon this weekend if it can allow you to shut up and say nonsense on the INTERNET”. In fact, what he did not appreciate is that I made a few remarks in public in order to help him: the poor said he wanted to dumb his girlfriend but he has not the balls to do it. The truth is he has the IQ of a bulot so I answered him something not really Buddhist but that he could understand “If you do not want fuck yourself, I will come to help you, yeah.
– Listen to me, I’m not here to talk and I will not be there to have a drink with you. All I ask is that you get stuck in your poor life without pissing me off.
– So that’s why you come and talk to me on FB? Little pussy
– Pussy? Emoticon smile Come and meet me on Friday
– big pussy if you prefer. I have already told you it’s ok
– I keep you informed when I am here that we find ourselves
– we’ll see
– you’re going to end up in a rubbish
– Ah I like the threats
– Ok sucker »

Afterwards, he tried to argue with some off-topic stuff “Dude.. you got assaulted before my eyes… I will not belittle your cowardly behavior so if you want to act like a man I’ll be there
– I already told you it’s ok
– We’ll see that when you’re there
– in fact it is you who will be there, I am already here
– you’re small, ugly, petty and menacing you make a lot of noise
– I love your gay compliments
– ok fuck yourself see you on Friday
– Yes I can’t wait
– Do not make an anxiety attack
– If I had to take into account all the haters like you I would not live
– When God decides to give you the physical and the mentality of a coward, you need stratagems I can conceive it
– Thank you you are too good and so superior
– it’s good to exchange roles from time to time
– Yes, yes, believe it if it can make you feel good and reassure you”

Basically, the guy reproaches me having been assaulted in a party by a very tall guy completely drunk (that he had mounted against me with his buddy telling him that I fuck a lot of chicks easily then, since that I was talking to his girlfriend, the bonobo did not think and he threw himself on me without discussion to strangle me). So, the guy, I could have tazzered him but I did not because it would have fallen back on me, legally speaking. In addition, in front of all his friends and his best friend, it would have been silly on my part to put oil on the fire so I just left and that’s it. Then, the asshole from Nice criticizes my crises of anxiety : if it is his only argument against me it is shit.. and sad. Finally, attacks on the physical, I do not even talk about it because when the guy is as effeminate as he is, it does not reach me.

In fact, he played the real man until I get cold feet but it was he who did not contact me when he was in Lyon for fear that I would come for good. It really annoys me, these stupid haters! So, it’s normal that I display it: when you’re a pain in the ass and that in addition you get cold feet, you should not be surprised. He may think, next time. Now that I’ve emptied my bag, I’ll ignore him forever.

Friday night, I visited the designer. She was drinking and smoking joints with a girlfriend when I arrived. Her buddy started telling me she’s libertine, she slept with 89 guys (by digging I learned they were mostly old) and some chicks. She put my hand on her thigh saying that she liked my glasses. It was supposed to turn me off, I think. Except that I am not really exciting by very fat women so did nothing. We spent a “friendly” night and I went home.

Saturday night, with the Nice Giant, we signed up on the site libertine that had advised me the friend of the designer. Out of curiosity and for 9€, I was able to access the wonderful world of libertines: only couples or chicks of 40 years and over, often overweight. There were still some young hotties, must be honest, but they are so demanded that it is hard to talk to them. As usual, the prizes are the women alone and I’m a shit because I’m just a man. In short, it’s okay, I’m used to.

Afterwards, we went out and I saw again the pretty Mediterranean of Tinder. Like what, this chick I have peshed on the Internet, I could as well have picked her up in club two days later.

Sunday, I fucked all day with The Teacher. We did it by watching a porn and it was really VERY exciting.

Yesterday, Monday at 9pm, I was visited by a Caribbean woman. It was SHE who had approached me on Adopt “I’ve already felt the desire have sex with a person I did not know at all, that I just crossed in the street but the “social pressure”, the lack of discretion, my timidity, the lack of confidence, my bad conscience… always put me off. Strong and uncontrollable drive that turns into frustration if you do not satisfy them… Yes I spend my time restraining myself and I always want things to happen in due form but how to refuse when you are asked to settle the problem without any consequences, return of flame or other and having such a motto?
– No one asks you to refuse, try the experiment, have some orgasms 🙂 the barriers are intangible
– Ok I want to try but you will have to help me…. »

This girl had only slept with 8 guys before me (only black men) and, like many white or black women, had never orgasmed. I wanted to do a good action and it made me hard to be her first “white guy”!

So, we got drink of Get27, we smoked a bedo… in short, we relaxed like in her iland. Then she said “I think it’s a bad idea, I’ll go back home.

– OK, do as you please. » Without negotiating, I went to lie down on my bed where I undressed in front of her. She did not dare look at my cock by shyness. She came to sit beside me on the bed and staring straight at me. It really made me laugh so I took her hand and put it on my cock that she shook for a while. “How do you feel when you do that?
– Warm and wet.”

I asked her to undress, too, out of politeness. She swallowed another glass of alcohol and jumped. I later fucked her doggy style with caressing of clit. I held her firmly because she did not want to let herself go and she ended up enjoying. It was the first time in her life that she felt like that so she asked me if I had drugged her or what… “No, the only drugs you took are your joint and my cock.”

Well, that was a cool fuck. Like a Caribbean !!! That was my first “real” black. A nice black that said, super beautiful, and funny. After the ejaculation, she studied my body of white man and our respective differences like our underfoot. She even commented on our differences in body odor. My very easy relationship to sex really fascinated her. Then she got dressed and I walked her downstairs. It was two o’clock in the morning so I was likely to cross people in the elevator. And then, in the worst case, it would have given to my neighbors something funny to tell.

So it was the last FC I had set out to do. I am now free.

I had the impression that everything was going to change, but nothing changed. A bit like in the night of December 22nd to 23rd, 2012. Because the change must take place in my head and not in my underpants. I have to realize where I come from (social phobic) and where I am now (big fucker who understands relationships between men and women). I have to evolve too, at the risk of becoming obsolete. I must therefore rub myself with the unknown after rubbing myself with so many unknowns…

I have freed myself of the burden of achieving a consistent number of FC. I will now play without constraint, in freestyle, only for my pleasure and my mood. I do not know yet what I will do, I think I will become difficult and play it hard to get like a gadji. In the idea, I want to take more care of myself. I want to :
– develop my relationship with the sexual bomb that serves me as a lover (The Teacher);
– make new experiences (libertine clubs);
– continue to realize fantasies (even if there are not many left);
– approach for fun in the street.

Basically, I really took control in my head. Women have no power over me, I expect nothing more from them. I have nothing more to prove to them nor to myself. I do not have any complexes any more, sorry for the bastard from Nice. It will be necessary from now on to deserve me, ladies. And that’s good for my mojo. To be concretized, now !!!

Anyway, I do not want to lose my simplicity nor my humility: I know that one can always improve his Game. I am aware that I am very good in online and very good lover. But my level went down in the night (maybe because I increased my level online, it would be a story of communicating vases: less energy, time and envy in the night). I never really practiced street except 2 FC: for me, it’s a huge waste of time. But if I no longer need results, why not practice “for fun” ?

I will continue my blog because financially, it helps me, and then it would be a purely selfish mistake to have done everything I did, understood everything I understood but to don’t share it… I hope to see a new evolution in me little by little. And then, if I do not reach the moon, I will land at least in the stars.

Thank you for everything, God of the Game!

February 19th 2016,

Yesterday, for the first time in 2016, I missed my training at the pool. My shitty excuse : I had the visit of my parents, and as I could only see them in the evenings after work, I went to bed late all week. I was really tired around 7pm, so I fell asleep reading the Scrooge comics I had for my birthday. I chose to take care of myself, especially since I knew that I would probably receive a visit at 9pm.

Punctual, the girl wrote me a text message at 9:03 pm “I am downstairs”. Her name is Mélanie… I collect them seriously, it is at least the 3rd or the 4th Melanie I have fucked since I am in the Lyon (the country of 69). She’s a salesperson in a drugstore, it made me laugh… she works in the kitchen products area. Her boss must be a little macho!

I matched with this pretty little brunette of 24 years on Tinder, January 16, so there is more than a month (it’s so long). She had a super sexy photo where she was at the seaside, on the beach, in a black dress with her heels in her hand. I opened with « It looks like a morning on the beach after a party lol. » She was not very talkative, so to put her at ease I added « Well, I do not know if it’s the photo or you but there is something hot in there! 😉 »

This girl would have driven crazy all the needies of the community: she answered every 3/4 days and refused to tell me about her underwear when I was trying a direct sexualization. But despite that, she was cool, and there was a kind of feeling between her and me that passed through our respective phones. What got me the hardest was when she told me she was practicing pole dance. I immediately imagined her playing with this fucking phallic bar between her thighs and it seduced me. I finally sexualized by proposing a massage with essential oils to relax after sport. She said she was interested…

It was then kinda easy to get the date: on February 1st, I sent “do you still want us to meet up?” Implying that she wanted us to see each other before but nothing proved that to me. She answered “yes”, quite simply. But the thing is that we had trouble finding a day free, so we switched from the app to the text messages. She did not respond much faster. In fact, sometimes she answered quickly, sometimes she answered 24 hours after.

Last week, she was unavailable. So, to do not put pressure on her, I replied « we are not in a hurry, and you will be more trained for pole dance like that… do you prefer Thursday or next Friday? » To warm me even more, she told me being a hostess at the stadium for the match of Lyon on Sunday. Then she chose Thursday. So yesterday…

Well, when she arrived, I was not sure if she had understood that I was going to fuck her or if she was totally ingenuous. On what foot dancing? The question is not interesting for me, I do not like dancing. We had not talked much about sex in fact, the only real sexualization I put in my interaction was « did you choose the underwear you are going to wear tonight (this is an important detail) ? 
– I have not thought about it yet ». That said, she had put sexy clothes and boots, in short she was well dressed. I offered her something to drink, she said, “What you got is fine.” It changed from the bitch I received last week, that one was graceful. I served a fruit juice on the table in my kitchen but she sat on the bed. Hmm, I liked this direct side! She said she found Leo (my stuffed toy) cute. One point for her!

So I went next to her. Leaving casually my knee glued to hers. The contact did not displease her. We spoke in socialization mode for half an hour. Then I put the interaction on a more sensual frame by stroking her arm, thigh, belly… finally her face. She kissed me. She has not been able to endure more sexual tension than me: for the punishment, she will endure my cock.

We undressed (but politely). I fingered her, she shook me (she jerked me off well). Once in underwear, I went down to lick her. When it became too good for her, she begged me to “stop” and everything but I did not stop. I was not born from the last rain. She came very high. At one point I had a doubt and she did not react anymore so I asked her « did you come yet?
– what?
– Did you have your orgasm?
– hmm I do not know but you’re very good. » So I learned that she had never experienced orgasm.

I went back there to see if she would go back in the pleasure, and that was the case. So she had not enjoyed with me yet. When she finally exulted, thanks to my licks on her clit and my fingers on her G-spot : I felt it, it was obvious, the shaking ran through her body and everything then she was inert for a few minutes before telling me “I did not do anything for you yet, but you killed me…” I showed her the puddle she left on my new sheets, and she had a hard time believing it.

She started sucking me to thank me. She had blamed a little herself for not doing anything to me but enjoying like crazy. Frankly: she jerked well but I did not feel much when she sucked me. And when she licked my cock with her little tongue, it hurt me a little so much I was excited. Single for only a year, I guess she did not have accumulated many hours of road, or she went on not difficult roads.

I finally fucked her in missionary, although I would not have been against a little doggy because she has a good little firm ass. The condom allowed me to last a bit more than a quarter of an hour despite my excitement. I warned her that I would not last long in that stade and she replied nicely « it’s not time that matter
– a little bit in fact. » The only downside (except that she does not suck like a queen) is that she wanted to keep her bra all along (small complex ? It gave her a touching side). But I liked to penetrate her by kissing her, it had a cute and sweet side even if I fucked her hard at a moment. She kisses well, her little tongue played with mine very well.

Then, she put herself in my arms, lying next to me, we talked a little but it was already time for the last subway. She tested me before leaving to find out if I was one of those “romantics” who absolutely wanted to get married after sleeping with a girl and was reassured when I told her I do not think too much. I walked her back to the elevator, naked, in the corridor of my building. It made her laugh. By the way, her underwear was blue finally, and it was fine on her Mediterranean skin.

She has a lot of charm with her big green eyes, this cutie, I was glad to have fucked her. Like the beautiful blonde of last week. Besides, I preferred to leave her in the realm of good memories (with many others. Thanks to the Game) rather than to call her back and taking the risk of erasing the magic of this awesome moment engraved in my memory).

As for tonight, a quadruple choice is offered to me:
– going out with my friends;
– sleeping alone;
– spending the night with The Teacher;
– going to the evening where invited me the pretty artist that I fucked in December (the one who had drawn Leo). She receives one of her friends at this moment, the one with whom she has made a threesome for the new year, and invites me to her house to “discuss”. The problem is that as much as I am fan of the eyes Natacha, as much her girlfriend looks not awesome to me (but we can have a good time even without fucking but it is all the same something important). Since I only have one fuckclose left to go, will I wait for a girl or an extra situation and wait long or continue as if nothing until I finished what I wanted to do…?

Should it be a fine final or a to be continued?

You opinion, God of the Game ?