Yo' !
Olfff, j'aurais donné ma vie juste pour voir ta tronche à ce moment.
Vraiment.
Accessoirement, ton histoire avec cette meuf est digne d'une série qui passe sur M6 la nuit.
Ce qui est, pour moi, un pur compliment.
O.L.F.F.F > Objectif life: Fun, frontal and Forward
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- [0] Lol le 17.03.13, 22h59 par Olfff
De retour dans mes petites écritures nocturnes...
Le fait est , après réflexion, que j'ai vraiment un rythme de merde en ce moment... Ah c'est vrai je ne vous ai pas dit.
Je suis en recherche de stage, de nouveau.
Le dernier dans un grand groupe français s'est mal terminé, académiquement validé, mais très mal terminé.
Du coup j'ai un rythme de sommeil totalement décalé, plutôt que des insomnies, même si j'ai toujours un sommeil plutôt léger.
Ceci étant dit, j'écris donc.
Je dessine, je prends le temps de travailler a ma façon mon parcours, je me voyais écrire mon roman... mais quelque part ne suis je pas en train de le faire ?
Paradoxe :
1 ) J'ai l'impression que cette histoire, ce message sur les rencontres, la séduction, l'impact étrange de la communauté du Game dans ma vie n'est pas terminé, d'être a un point culminant dans le sens rédactionnel du terme, au niveau de la construction d'un personnage...
Dans une aventure il y a les origines, puis le déclic, les rencontres, les mentorats et, l'exploration personnelle et la montée en puissance, les difficultés, les doutes...
Peut être un jour la déchéance ou l'apogée.
Si ce personnage doit être moi , je n'ai clairement pas finit le cycle de mon évolution, et j'ai plutôt la certitude que je suis a un emplacement clé de la carte de mon avenir, l'historie n'est donc pas finie.
Alors comment diable pouvoir l'écrire ?
2 ) Le fait même d'écrire ce roman, dans cette même vision, est l'une des grandes impulsions permettraient à l'histoire de prendre un nouvel envol.
Il s'agit quand même de lier mes passion de l'écriture, du dessin et de l'amour dans un formidable threesome !
Donc il faut l'écrire ! ...C'est le bordel.
Remarquons au passage qu'a force qu'on me dise que je parle comme un livre, j'ai finis par parler de ma vie comme si elle en était un.
J'imagine que recommencer a écrire tout court est déjà une bonne chose.
Et dernièrement , j'immortalise le souvenir de bons moment dans des portraits. Le plus souvent au milieu de la nuit, avec une photo qu'on aura pris a un moment ou a un autre avec une fille qui m'aura vraiment marqué.
J'ai des problèmes de proportions, je ne place pas forcement toujours mes ombres comme un vrai portraitiste pourrait le faire, il faut que je m'améliore sur un plan technique. Mais chacun de ces dessins est un plaisir tendre et chargé d'énergie, je ne vois pas le temps passer et c'est compliqué parce que je suis paresseux.
Et n'ayant plus de gommes depuis un moment je me chauffe pas trop pour en racheter, sans compter que je suis aussi tête en l'air, je ne pense jamais a les prendre quand je vais faire mes courses.
* arrivé a la maison *
" ...Ah ! Chier ! "
*facepalm*
Donc je dessine sans gommes, un peu sans filet. C'est le bon coté, ça fait progresser, et ça implique d'être minutieux même dans l'impulsion créatrice.
Et c'est pas évident, j'ai déchiré une bonne partie de mon bloc-notes sur des esquisses diverses.
Du coup pour minimiser les pertes sèches de papier, il faut s'appliquer pour ne pas vivre la douloureuse expérience du dessin " bien parti, presque fini, foiré".
Mais c'est vraiment amusant et c'est alimenté par de bonnes énergies.C'est une façon de ne pas oublier ces filles qu'on aime bien ou a bien aimé, en s'amusant.Et puis ça fait de la pratique
Pour vous qui avez lu ce beau 3615 Not game des familles, bravo, vous êtes formidables, on devrait se faire un squash ou nourrir des koalas ensembles un jour.
Le fait est , après réflexion, que j'ai vraiment un rythme de merde en ce moment... Ah c'est vrai je ne vous ai pas dit.
Je suis en recherche de stage, de nouveau.
Le dernier dans un grand groupe français s'est mal terminé, académiquement validé, mais très mal terminé.
Du coup j'ai un rythme de sommeil totalement décalé, plutôt que des insomnies, même si j'ai toujours un sommeil plutôt léger.
Ceci étant dit, j'écris donc.
Je dessine, je prends le temps de travailler a ma façon mon parcours, je me voyais écrire mon roman... mais quelque part ne suis je pas en train de le faire ?
Paradoxe :
1 ) J'ai l'impression que cette histoire, ce message sur les rencontres, la séduction, l'impact étrange de la communauté du Game dans ma vie n'est pas terminé, d'être a un point culminant dans le sens rédactionnel du terme, au niveau de la construction d'un personnage...
Dans une aventure il y a les origines, puis le déclic, les rencontres, les mentorats et, l'exploration personnelle et la montée en puissance, les difficultés, les doutes...
Peut être un jour la déchéance ou l'apogée.
Si ce personnage doit être moi , je n'ai clairement pas finit le cycle de mon évolution, et j'ai plutôt la certitude que je suis a un emplacement clé de la carte de mon avenir, l'historie n'est donc pas finie.
Alors comment diable pouvoir l'écrire ?
2 ) Le fait même d'écrire ce roman, dans cette même vision, est l'une des grandes impulsions permettraient à l'histoire de prendre un nouvel envol.
Il s'agit quand même de lier mes passion de l'écriture, du dessin et de l'amour dans un formidable threesome !
Donc il faut l'écrire ! ...C'est le bordel.
Remarquons au passage qu'a force qu'on me dise que je parle comme un livre, j'ai finis par parler de ma vie comme si elle en était un.
J'imagine que recommencer a écrire tout court est déjà une bonne chose.
Et dernièrement , j'immortalise le souvenir de bons moment dans des portraits. Le plus souvent au milieu de la nuit, avec une photo qu'on aura pris a un moment ou a un autre avec une fille qui m'aura vraiment marqué.
J'ai des problèmes de proportions, je ne place pas forcement toujours mes ombres comme un vrai portraitiste pourrait le faire, il faut que je m'améliore sur un plan technique. Mais chacun de ces dessins est un plaisir tendre et chargé d'énergie, je ne vois pas le temps passer et c'est compliqué parce que je suis paresseux.
Et n'ayant plus de gommes depuis un moment je me chauffe pas trop pour en racheter, sans compter que je suis aussi tête en l'air, je ne pense jamais a les prendre quand je vais faire mes courses.
* arrivé a la maison *
" ...Ah ! Chier ! "
*facepalm*
Donc je dessine sans gommes, un peu sans filet. C'est le bon coté, ça fait progresser, et ça implique d'être minutieux même dans l'impulsion créatrice.
Et c'est pas évident, j'ai déchiré une bonne partie de mon bloc-notes sur des esquisses diverses.
Du coup pour minimiser les pertes sèches de papier, il faut s'appliquer pour ne pas vivre la douloureuse expérience du dessin " bien parti, presque fini, foiré".
Mais c'est vraiment amusant et c'est alimenté par de bonnes énergies.C'est une façon de ne pas oublier ces filles qu'on aime bien ou a bien aimé, en s'amusant.Et puis ça fait de la pratique
Pour vous qui avez lu ce beau 3615 Not game des familles, bravo, vous êtes formidables, on devrait se faire un squash ou nourrir des koalas ensembles un jour.
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- [0] Bonne idée le 18.03.13, 17h38 par Blusher
- [0] Encore le 20.03.13, 20h23 par AigleFour
On est en constante évolution, d'autant plus quand on est dans un processus d'amélioration personnelle.Olfff a écrit : Paradoxe :
1 ) J'ai l'impression que cette histoire, ce message sur les rencontres, la séduction, l'impact étrange de la communauté du Game dans ma vie n'est pas terminé, d'être a un point culminant dans le sens rédactionnel du terme, au niveau de la construction d'un personnage...
Dans une aventure il y a les origines, puis le déclic, les rencontres, les mentorats et, l'exploration personnelle et la montée en puissance, les difficultés, les doutes...
Peut être un jour la déchéance ou l'apogée.
Si ce personnage doit être moi , je n'ai clairement pas finit le cycle de mon évolution, et j'ai plutôt la certitude que je suis a un emplacement clé de la carte de mon avenir, l'historie n'est donc pas finie.
Alors comment diable pouvoir l'écrire ?
Tu risques donc d'avoir encore beaucoup de belles histoires à nous raconter
, et de te poser encore cette question de comment l'écrire. Mais c'est pas grave parce que ton journal est trop cool et que t'écris bien, donc je prendrai plaisir à continuer à le lire 
Ok pour aller nourrir les koalas
/like le 3615 not game.
C’est cool que tu reprennes le dessin et fonce pour tes projets d’écriture. Je suis bien placé pour te dire qu’on a pas toujours le temps dans la vie pour se consacrer à ses projets artistiques, alors profites-en maintenant avant de te retrouver comme moi à bosser 50h/semaine.
Ps : j’aime te lire mais j’aime encore plus t’entendre parler. A refaire ;)
C’est cool que tu reprennes le dessin et fonce pour tes projets d’écriture. Je suis bien placé pour te dire qu’on a pas toujours le temps dans la vie pour se consacrer à ses projets artistiques, alors profites-en maintenant avant de te retrouver comme moi à bosser 50h/semaine.
Ps : j’aime te lire mais j’aime encore plus t’entendre parler. A refaire ;)
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- [0] +1 le 18.03.13, 11h06 par tibdeconne
Aujourd'hui, Olfff a croisé dans la rue un gothique qui tenait sa copine en laisse.
Elle le suivait, silencieuse et tête baissée, tel un stéréotype de femme japonaise soumise.
Vision dérangeante mais j'imagine que ce n'est pas a moi d'en juger.
Still...
Elle le suivait, silencieuse et tête baissée, tel un stéréotype de femme japonaise soumise.
Vision dérangeante mais j'imagine que ce n'est pas a moi d'en juger.
Still...
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- [0] Chelou le 19.03.13, 12h17 par tibdeconne
- [0] WTF le 12.04.13, 12h03 par Reborn
O.L.F.F.F. > Objectif Life : Fun, Frontal and Forward.
Tome second, " Heartbeat "
*Le présent chapitre sera entièrement rédigé en anglais. D'une part parce que ce Fr décrit un rendez qui s'est intégralement déroulé dans la langue de Shakespeare. Et d'autre part parce que j'ai envie. Cher lecteur qui ne parle pas anglais, voici le lezard le plus swag du monde pour te distraire de ce désagrement.
De rien.*
Hi guys.
I had an awsome date today, it was so fresh, and is still so vivid in my mind that i'm gonna report it.
Let me tell you about F.U.N. because this is how i'm gonna call her here.
F.U.N stands for Free, Unique and Natural. That's her credo, fine by me, she speaks my language.
She the one darkest woman i have actually met in my life. The senegalese sun has given to her dancing/ modeling body the tone of an actual black panther, her cat eyes stand for shining braun pearls that smile permanently.
That turns me on beyond belief.
Kaiser Ca : Also, she smells good.
Olfff : Quiet you !
She is also involded in feminist stuff like handling and programming " woman in work " meetings, but you know, the playful and sensual type of feminist.
She's part business student, part dancing salsa ( she started as a kid ) and some modeling. She has quite a lucid and mature view of this world, in senegal that is what got her to travel and end up in paris,
It actually has been her way to get the money to do kickass studies rather than falling in a dreamish world, full of fantasies come true and untold rules, that did'nt look at her but at her body and more and more severely as she grew older. To use her words.
Dude that's some determination in a woman. Some golden intelligence. I like that kind of stuff.
Actually it has been like 2 months since the first time we spoke on adopte.
Her add was reading " F.U.N" and that was it.
So i got in contact, made her laugh about making babies on an island and voting a worst pick up line we've ever had on the site and shit.
And like we wrote a mail, then a text like once in two weeks or so. i actually did'nt ask her out, just her numbers, because she was so long to reply to anything, but always replying with such enthousiasm, i figured she'd come back of her own and that i would eventually think about that if that happens.
And lately she got me that text, out of nowhere
" Hey Olfff !!! What are you doing ?
"
That text, my good friends, is not to be compared to the " how are you doing " text.
She asks if you're not dying right now because its polite. She asks what you're doing because she's been thinking about you that hard that she got her phone to hear from you.
Anyway, that's my vision of it.
Then we decided to see each other today.
I say Chatelet, she says Montparnasse, i say that she's getting bratty pretty early, and that she'd better behave.
And I go Montparnasse for a change.
" Well that's your pick, your territory right ?
- My territory ? like you see my peing everywhere to mark my spots ? she replies with malice.
- Don't try to seduce me with scato stuff like that so early, damn, I have feelings too woman.
- Hahahaha stop screwing around.
* pushes my shoulder, it's funny because with her boots she was actually a bit taller than me, i spanked her gently by right back. *
- Hey !
- Anyway, this is your Hood, your gettho here, where you gonna get me ?
- Hum... there a couple places there, wherever you want...
- Right, whatever, there the "tournesol", i love flowers.
- Haha."
Then we sit and talk a little bit, at some point she plays profiling me, i took her hands and start playing with them
" I'll save you time, I'm a pervert...
- ...Really ...?
- ...Really, said i while letting her hands go,
i'm astraining myself not to attack you right now, my whole body is in pain because my teeth aren't teasing your neck yet, i may finish with blueing genitalia at some point of this date."
Said I while calmly mixing my mojito being laid back and taking a sip with a flegmatic tone.
Sexualising...
She laughed with a yummy look, me too...
Then i went for a kiss, which got playfully escaped and replied with the hell of a joyfull and teasing qualification.
" Come on, mister myserious eyes, smart talk and funny humor and good energy...Neither life or love are races.
- True, but If they were, I'd keep the paces. "
Then we talk about our history, what we love, i show her how to draw a human body, she likes it,
we talk about the importance of the apparence, how much personality is an important thing, and that,
now that I think of it...how much a great body add to her personality.
She tries to tickle me, i reply by tickling the shit out of her woth absolutly no mercy in the terrasse of the bar creating interest and bringing joy to the godd and bored people of Paris. Plus a quick spank,
for the etiquette.
She tries to profile me again, but i end up saying so much bullshit that she looks at me and say :
" You are crazy, rude, insane, and way out of this planet.
- Aww come on baby, we can't get married yet... but i like you too.
- Well and if I wanted to be your friend ? and just that ?
- Well I'll be the friend casually trying to fuck you from time to time.
- You really are trouble."
Then we went to pay, i got my habits, usually pay the first date, girl pays the next one, sometimes i let the girl pay first.
This time i went to pay.
" hey ! i'm not this kind of girl, i can invite you !
- you sure can, and will, beautiful, i never expected to become your suggar daddy.
- Hahahaha you're silly. You know what, i pay you dinner right now , to make it even.
* we get out of the bar *
- Sure, not even the silghtest because you like me crazy and don't want me to go yet.
- Absolutly.
- Indeed.
- For sure.
- 100 % sure.
- You annoy me !
* wild tentative to kiss >>> she escapes laughing, her neck is open and i gently bite her, vampire mode, she let a " Ah! ...ahaa..." go , and i ask her where we gonna eat.
" what food do you like , do you like african food ?
- l love yassa chicken.
- Waw since the beginning of this date, your... "level" don't stop raising up...
- My "level" ? like you're grading me or something ? bitch please, on a scale to ten, i'm like a permanent thirteen, stop saying nonsense, it's my job.
- OMG... oh there, there's a creperie !
- Let's go for it."
We order, il play with her hand, read her some lines, play with them again, touch her hair.
" That's no real hair, that's a "tissage".
- How do you know ?! It's very well done, a white guy should'nt be able to say !
- Like I'm the ordinary white guy, right. You're cute.
- You know black women very well don't you ?
- You mean...you are BLACK ?! Omagad ! i thought i was dating a korean ! damn you color blindness..."
She says that she spent 1 month in korea, to which i reply that it's obvious why i've been mistaking then.
She tries to gently bitch slap me, ordering upon her sweet ass a fair retribution.
" Don't do that woman. At some point, when you expect it the least, i'll spank the hell of you.
- Hahahaha like you would.
- you're warned. And you'd like it anyway.
- Awww maybeeee, we don't know yet."
And she teases me with her daring look.
I just thrusted my eyes into hers... and remained silent with a slight smile.
" I'm really having a wonderful time ! it's already 10 and i did'nt see time pass by, it's been long since i had such a great moment, in a sweet place with a cute man. "
Dude, i'm not like used to have so many compliment, by you know what ?
I was so ON, so enjoying each minute of this date, playing, learning about each other, flirting, it felt ok.
"You're right, this is a great moment....I'm going to give you an esquimo kiss
- I told you you won't kiss me tonight !
- for one, anesquimo kiss is'nt a kiss so i tell you i'm not going to kiss you right now, for two, what you say won't stop me from trying later."
I went to rub my nose against hers, it felt good, warm and electrified at the same time, my face was melting and getting hard at the same time, i could feel my breathe becoming more profound, powerfull, speaking for me.
And she heardit, she kissed me, slowly ,gently, it was a short eternity of a kind, we were sighing i could feel her breath, turned on... before getting laid back and showing the amusing look of a pissed of cat.
" I told you you would'nt kiss me, i kissed you, i told you.
- Omagad, you got me, you're so strong woman, do it again to humiliate me further.
- Shut up.
- You shut up.
- No, you shut up.
- * tickle her to death * " you shut up.
- Ok! ok! ok! ... you're rude ! and mean !
- and cruel.
- and cruel. and sadistic.
- beyond your darkest nightmares.
- ... Let's take a bit more of our time sadistic monster...
- Sure, there's no hurry, but being the spontaneous type I just feel like eating you alive each time you're being cute.
-What ? haha like when ?
- All the time, that's the problem. Ever heard about cuteness reduction surgery ? it could really ease our Relationship.
- But what will our children think ? if they don't recognize me...
- I'm happy that you bring up the subject, we will simply cover their heads with paper bags from birth so they never know how you look like anyway. I always dreamed to raise sociopaths. By the way, we should start conceiving them right away if we want to be on Schedule.
- Hahahaha ... not tonight.
- Oh I know that. As the beautiful busy girl you are, you meet some friends tonight around 11pm30 or so, right ?
- OMG ! how do you know ?!
- I don't. I just say random shit and it sometimes work.
- HAHAHAHA * she laughs for three good minutes* but tonight i'm going to see my cousin and her boyfirend they got in town for a few days.
- I know i just said that"
* she took my hands back *
" You're so lively.
- Well trying to stay alive is like my first priority in life so, hard work pays off right ?"
We hugged a moment. i lend my hand on her legs, she let me rub her knee and leg a little then gave a little tap on my nose
" I told you to take it slower. said she with a huge smile.
- Then stop being sexy and acting like you're enjoying it.
- I am. But i have principles.
- Me too, I never drink coke with vodka."
Then i laid of for the moment.we talked about our dreams our favorite flowers, why, what kind of music we like.
Then she asked
" you have fantasies ?
We talked about sex, the birds and the bees, the kama sutra for dummies then ,
- some of i've done, some not.
- How many not done left ?
- That could easily change but for now, More or less 2. I'd say.
- What would they be ?
- you won't laugh ?
- I won't.
-... yes you will you evil nymph.
- I won't ! i promise.
- ... Those would be... to receive a proper footjob and... to fall in love again.
- ...ok. ... See I don't laugh.Why do you call it a fantasy ?
- Well, when you meet a lot of people, sometime you're missing a heart beat. It becomes difficult to get attached, you're not as invested as you could have been, youve seen and heard shit, so ... I guess it's when you just start, to get what is really rare, and different, special to you.
- You seem perfectly fine.
- I am, I'm not craving for a love story, i just say it'be nice. Maybe less than a proper footjob.
-Raaah ! You're unbelievable !
- I like you too gorgeous. "
I decided it was time to go,we got back to the mtero, on the very long escalator like Platform we just cuddled, played, biting each others neck, but she kept escaping my kisses, from time to time she laid off one on my lips, before mocking and showing her tongue. I of curse spanked her for her impudence a this right moment when she totally forgot about my previous threat.
We ended up taking close to 5 minutes to say goodby, playing with each others hand saying how much it had been a cool moment, that i was about to kidnapp her to my flat. She said she wanted to take a bath in her home.
" Thanks for asking.
- nooo silly ! we'll catch up next week.
- On s'appelle.
- Oui " replied she with a pretty smile.
i handkissed her befre letting her go.
And there.
That's the story so far.
Damn it was awsome. I gonna get her.
No shit.
Point of view ? advice ? comment ? bring it on !!!
And see you soon for some new adventures !!! Yeehaa !!!
Tome second, " Heartbeat "
*Le présent chapitre sera entièrement rédigé en anglais. D'une part parce que ce Fr décrit un rendez qui s'est intégralement déroulé dans la langue de Shakespeare. Et d'autre part parce que j'ai envie. Cher lecteur qui ne parle pas anglais, voici le lezard le plus swag du monde pour te distraire de ce désagrement.
De rien.*
Hi guys.
I had an awsome date today, it was so fresh, and is still so vivid in my mind that i'm gonna report it.
Let me tell you about F.U.N. because this is how i'm gonna call her here.
F.U.N stands for Free, Unique and Natural. That's her credo, fine by me, she speaks my language.
She the one darkest woman i have actually met in my life. The senegalese sun has given to her dancing/ modeling body the tone of an actual black panther, her cat eyes stand for shining braun pearls that smile permanently.
That turns me on beyond belief.
Kaiser Ca : Also, she smells good.
Olfff : Quiet you !
She is also involded in feminist stuff like handling and programming " woman in work " meetings, but you know, the playful and sensual type of feminist.
She's part business student, part dancing salsa ( she started as a kid ) and some modeling. She has quite a lucid and mature view of this world, in senegal that is what got her to travel and end up in paris,
It actually has been her way to get the money to do kickass studies rather than falling in a dreamish world, full of fantasies come true and untold rules, that did'nt look at her but at her body and more and more severely as she grew older. To use her words.
Dude that's some determination in a woman. Some golden intelligence. I like that kind of stuff.
Actually it has been like 2 months since the first time we spoke on adopte.
Her add was reading " F.U.N" and that was it.
So i got in contact, made her laugh about making babies on an island and voting a worst pick up line we've ever had on the site and shit.
And like we wrote a mail, then a text like once in two weeks or so. i actually did'nt ask her out, just her numbers, because she was so long to reply to anything, but always replying with such enthousiasm, i figured she'd come back of her own and that i would eventually think about that if that happens.
And lately she got me that text, out of nowhere
" Hey Olfff !!! What are you doing ?
"That text, my good friends, is not to be compared to the " how are you doing " text.
She asks if you're not dying right now because its polite. She asks what you're doing because she's been thinking about you that hard that she got her phone to hear from you.
Anyway, that's my vision of it.
Then we decided to see each other today.
I say Chatelet, she says Montparnasse, i say that she's getting bratty pretty early, and that she'd better behave.
And I go Montparnasse for a change.
" Well that's your pick, your territory right ?
- My territory ? like you see my peing everywhere to mark my spots ? she replies with malice.
- Don't try to seduce me with scato stuff like that so early, damn, I have feelings too woman.
- Hahahaha stop screwing around.
* pushes my shoulder, it's funny because with her boots she was actually a bit taller than me, i spanked her gently by right back. *
- Hey !
- Anyway, this is your Hood, your gettho here, where you gonna get me ?
- Hum... there a couple places there, wherever you want...
- Right, whatever, there the "tournesol", i love flowers.
- Haha."
Then we sit and talk a little bit, at some point she plays profiling me, i took her hands and start playing with them
" I'll save you time, I'm a pervert...
- ...Really ...?
- ...Really, said i while letting her hands go,
i'm astraining myself not to attack you right now, my whole body is in pain because my teeth aren't teasing your neck yet, i may finish with blueing genitalia at some point of this date."
Said I while calmly mixing my mojito being laid back and taking a sip with a flegmatic tone.
Sexualising...
She laughed with a yummy look, me too...
Then i went for a kiss, which got playfully escaped and replied with the hell of a joyfull and teasing qualification.
" Come on, mister myserious eyes, smart talk and funny humor and good energy...Neither life or love are races.
- True, but If they were, I'd keep the paces. "
Then we talk about our history, what we love, i show her how to draw a human body, she likes it,
we talk about the importance of the apparence, how much personality is an important thing, and that,
now that I think of it...how much a great body add to her personality.
She tries to tickle me, i reply by tickling the shit out of her woth absolutly no mercy in the terrasse of the bar creating interest and bringing joy to the godd and bored people of Paris. Plus a quick spank,
for the etiquette.
She tries to profile me again, but i end up saying so much bullshit that she looks at me and say :
" You are crazy, rude, insane, and way out of this planet.
- Aww come on baby, we can't get married yet... but i like you too.
- Well and if I wanted to be your friend ? and just that ?
- Well I'll be the friend casually trying to fuck you from time to time.
- You really are trouble."
Then we went to pay, i got my habits, usually pay the first date, girl pays the next one, sometimes i let the girl pay first.
This time i went to pay.
" hey ! i'm not this kind of girl, i can invite you !
- you sure can, and will, beautiful, i never expected to become your suggar daddy.
- Hahahaha you're silly. You know what, i pay you dinner right now , to make it even.
* we get out of the bar *
- Sure, not even the silghtest because you like me crazy and don't want me to go yet.
- Absolutly.
- Indeed.
- For sure.
- 100 % sure.
- You annoy me !
* wild tentative to kiss >>> she escapes laughing, her neck is open and i gently bite her, vampire mode, she let a " Ah! ...ahaa..." go , and i ask her where we gonna eat.
" what food do you like , do you like african food ?
- l love yassa chicken.
- Waw since the beginning of this date, your... "level" don't stop raising up...
- My "level" ? like you're grading me or something ? bitch please, on a scale to ten, i'm like a permanent thirteen, stop saying nonsense, it's my job.
- OMG... oh there, there's a creperie !
- Let's go for it."
We order, il play with her hand, read her some lines, play with them again, touch her hair.
" That's no real hair, that's a "tissage".
- How do you know ?! It's very well done, a white guy should'nt be able to say !
- Like I'm the ordinary white guy, right. You're cute.
- You know black women very well don't you ?
- You mean...you are BLACK ?! Omagad ! i thought i was dating a korean ! damn you color blindness..."
She says that she spent 1 month in korea, to which i reply that it's obvious why i've been mistaking then.
She tries to gently bitch slap me, ordering upon her sweet ass a fair retribution.
" Don't do that woman. At some point, when you expect it the least, i'll spank the hell of you.
- Hahahaha like you would.
- you're warned. And you'd like it anyway.
- Awww maybeeee, we don't know yet."
And she teases me with her daring look.
I just thrusted my eyes into hers... and remained silent with a slight smile.
" I'm really having a wonderful time ! it's already 10 and i did'nt see time pass by, it's been long since i had such a great moment, in a sweet place with a cute man. "
Dude, i'm not like used to have so many compliment, by you know what ?
I was so ON, so enjoying each minute of this date, playing, learning about each other, flirting, it felt ok.
"You're right, this is a great moment....I'm going to give you an esquimo kiss
- I told you you won't kiss me tonight !
- for one, anesquimo kiss is'nt a kiss so i tell you i'm not going to kiss you right now, for two, what you say won't stop me from trying later."
I went to rub my nose against hers, it felt good, warm and electrified at the same time, my face was melting and getting hard at the same time, i could feel my breathe becoming more profound, powerfull, speaking for me.
And she heardit, she kissed me, slowly ,gently, it was a short eternity of a kind, we were sighing i could feel her breath, turned on... before getting laid back and showing the amusing look of a pissed of cat.
" I told you you would'nt kiss me, i kissed you, i told you.
- Omagad, you got me, you're so strong woman, do it again to humiliate me further.
- Shut up.
- You shut up.
- No, you shut up.
- * tickle her to death * " you shut up.
- Ok! ok! ok! ... you're rude ! and mean !
- and cruel.
- and cruel. and sadistic.
- beyond your darkest nightmares.
- ... Let's take a bit more of our time sadistic monster...
- Sure, there's no hurry, but being the spontaneous type I just feel like eating you alive each time you're being cute.
-What ? haha like when ?
- All the time, that's the problem. Ever heard about cuteness reduction surgery ? it could really ease our Relationship.
- But what will our children think ? if they don't recognize me...
- I'm happy that you bring up the subject, we will simply cover their heads with paper bags from birth so they never know how you look like anyway. I always dreamed to raise sociopaths. By the way, we should start conceiving them right away if we want to be on Schedule.
- Hahahaha ... not tonight.
- Oh I know that. As the beautiful busy girl you are, you meet some friends tonight around 11pm30 or so, right ?
- OMG ! how do you know ?!
- I don't. I just say random shit and it sometimes work.
- HAHAHAHA * she laughs for three good minutes* but tonight i'm going to see my cousin and her boyfirend they got in town for a few days.
- I know i just said that"
* she took my hands back *
" You're so lively.
- Well trying to stay alive is like my first priority in life so, hard work pays off right ?"
We hugged a moment. i lend my hand on her legs, she let me rub her knee and leg a little then gave a little tap on my nose
" I told you to take it slower. said she with a huge smile.
- Then stop being sexy and acting like you're enjoying it.
- I am. But i have principles.
- Me too, I never drink coke with vodka."
Then i laid of for the moment.we talked about our dreams our favorite flowers, why, what kind of music we like.
Then she asked
" you have fantasies ?
We talked about sex, the birds and the bees, the kama sutra for dummies then ,
- some of i've done, some not.
- How many not done left ?
- That could easily change but for now, More or less 2. I'd say.
- What would they be ?
- you won't laugh ?
- I won't.
-... yes you will you evil nymph.
- I won't ! i promise.
- ... Those would be... to receive a proper footjob and... to fall in love again.
- ...ok. ... See I don't laugh.Why do you call it a fantasy ?
- Well, when you meet a lot of people, sometime you're missing a heart beat. It becomes difficult to get attached, you're not as invested as you could have been, youve seen and heard shit, so ... I guess it's when you just start, to get what is really rare, and different, special to you.
- You seem perfectly fine.
- I am, I'm not craving for a love story, i just say it'be nice. Maybe less than a proper footjob.
-Raaah ! You're unbelievable !
- I like you too gorgeous. "
I decided it was time to go,we got back to the mtero, on the very long escalator like Platform we just cuddled, played, biting each others neck, but she kept escaping my kisses, from time to time she laid off one on my lips, before mocking and showing her tongue. I of curse spanked her for her impudence a this right moment when she totally forgot about my previous threat.
We ended up taking close to 5 minutes to say goodby, playing with each others hand saying how much it had been a cool moment, that i was about to kidnapp her to my flat. She said she wanted to take a bath in her home.
" Thanks for asking.
- nooo silly ! we'll catch up next week.
- On s'appelle.
- Oui " replied she with a pretty smile.
i handkissed her befre letting her go.
And there.
That's the story so far.
Damn it was awsome. I gonna get her.
No shit.
Point of view ? advice ? comment ? bring it on !!!
And see you soon for some new adventures !!! Yeehaa !!!
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- [0] Sympa :) le 09.04.13, 14h53 par Cellar Door
- [0] Sympa :) le 15.04.13, 00h27 par Serial
- [0] LFG ! le 30.05.13, 11h35 par Framepler
- [0] Tu t'y prends mal le 20.09.14, 18h38 par LittleBoy
Shiiiiiiiiieeet homie, you really need some advice?! This stuff you just wrote is like a manual to a perfect date. I sure gon' impregnate myself wit' this state of mind cuz it seems awesome.
Whatever, what do I know?
Whatever, what do I know?
Haha, t'as beau écrire en anglais, j'entend toujours ton accent quand je te lis man, tu peux pas test.
Sinon t'es un malade.
Dans le genre qui réussit, mais je suis pas sur d'être aussi bizarre que toi en fin de compte
En tout cas fun à lire, comme d'hab'.
See you soon mothafuckaaaa
Sinon t'es un malade.
Dans le genre qui réussit, mais je suis pas sur d'être aussi bizarre que toi en fin de compte
En tout cas fun à lire, comme d'hab'.
See you soon mothafuckaaaa
C'est fluide comme si c'était en français.
Quelle répartie" You are crazy, rude, insane, and way out of this planet.
- Aww come on baby, we can't get married yet... but i like you too.
- Well and if I wanted to be your friend ? and just that ?
- Well I'll be the friend casually trying to fuck you from time to time.
- You really are trouble."
Tu vends du rêve mec