comment vivre en monogamie avec ton homme

comme je disait y a quelques instants avant que ma connexion internet a pensé que c’était parfait pour m’interrompre, des fois, il m’arrive de me retrouver devant un article rédigé par une nana qui pense tout savoir, et le sujet et souvent autour un truc sur les hommes, “101 façons de savoir qu’il t’aime”, “99 signe qu’il te trempe avec une pitasse”, “666 moyens pour rendre ton homme heureux”... ces femmes qui pensent tous connaitre sur les hommes et les relations, si elles révèlent leur identité, on trouvera qu’elles sont dans leurs mi-trentaine, célibataire, ou dans une situation romantique compliquée, et beaucoup trop de temps libre entre les mains, prenez le d’un homme, les hommes ils sont pas très compliqué, ni l’êtes vous, nous n’aimons pas jouer aux jeux car ils sont une perte de temps, si tu veux satisfaire ton homme laisse le tranquille, si tu veux le rendre heureux porte tes lingeries les plus sexy, ou ne porte rien, et offre lui une pipe, c’est suffisant pour qu’il ferme les yeux sur toute autres créature que toi, exprime toi et parle de tes sentiments, s’il t’aime vraiment il te donnera son attention, ça peut qu’il te donne pas des conseils très utiles, mais vous êtes le sexe le plus intelligents, fais confiance à tes instincts, si tu pense qu’il te trempe, tu as probablement raisons, les doutes normalement sont basés sur des facts, et des recherches et rassemblement des preuves, et personne ne peut le faire mieux qu’une femme qui pense que son mari est entrain de voir quelqu’un d’autre derrière son dos.

learning from the past.

“if you care about someone, let him go”

i’ve never heard anything more stupid than this, care about who you love, show them affection, you don’t have to receive it back, you only have to do it for yourself, because you think that’s how you can show to yourself that you can care about something or someone more than you do for you, not talking about anything fancy, like take a bullet for them, just pay attention to what they have to say, to how they act, react... you will be surprised about how much details and information you can detect just by picking up those small gestures from them, and sooner or later, you will reach their hearts, even if it’s well protected under layers of fear, misunderstood, and trust issues, everything can break, and that would be your achievement. I used to care about this person, and we were so close that we started to think it was love or something, well it was love, but not the kind of love that attract two persons for like sexual reasons, or romantic ones, it was unselfish, we were dedicated to each other’s comfort, but things happened and we stopped talking, I stopped texting, she stopped texting, we kept saying that it’s not my only responsibility to keep this relationship going and we should divide it equally between us, until there was nothing to divide, it was painful, but the most hurtful thing was when i finally let go, knowing that the beautiful thing that used to connect us, was forever broken.

Touching yourself

Why should a man be ashamed of masturbating? I mean it’s just a way to relief ourselves from daily stress and enjoy 5 to 10 min of heaven, just imagine, after a long day in work, your boss giving you a hard time, it’s hot and wet, you’ve been sweating your balls trying to do your best, you come back home, really wrecked, you just wanna take a shower and go to sleep, not necessarily in that order, but you choose the shower first because simply you can’t stand your smell, you take off your cloths, you get under the water, you adjust it just right, not cold nor hot, just worm enough to simulate a womans touch on your skin, and next thing you do,is remembering your colleague in that tight skirt, bending on her desk from the other side, trying to reach that report, her leg slept out from a small crack in that skirt, showing her black lingerie, and you try to stop staring and just look down or away, anywhere just to avoid that view giving you a hard time, and your dick a hard on, it’s all in your head, but your dick doesn't make the difference nor care, it just gets up, looking at you with that one eye begging you to beat it like you’ve never done before, you’re trying to resist, but no way you can resist the temptation so you surrender, you try to add some spicy things in that moment you lived earlier, trying to change it from a memory to a fantasy, nothing easier, cos you’re horny as fuck, and all you wanna do is jerk off, so you start to imagine yourslef grabbing her neck, kissing it and sleeping your fingers down between her legs, and feeling that wet pussy of hers, trying to find her g-spot, suddenly she unbuckle your pants, and grabs your hard cock, spit on her hand, and jerking it, you unbotten her shirt, you kiss and lick those tits while listening to her moans, mixed with guilty pleasures, it all in your head but it’s working, your imagination is going wild, and your syncing this wildness with movement of your palm on your dick, you change the speed, and finally you cum, and you feel like your balls are coming along with your jizz, you feel relaxed and relived, and finally you wash out and go to sleep, perfect ending to a fucked up day. 

Embarrassing!

So tonight, I decided to talk about something personal that made the awkward guy I am today, so many stuff happened but I’m gonna try to talk about the ultimate one. I remember her, she was my girlfriend in high school, we were together for about 6 months, sadly she couldn’t make it in the finals so she had to redo her year, me, I went to study in another city, which has limited the number of times that we saw each other, we used to talk on the phone a lot, and never tried something sexual, I was playing it safe, cuz I was holding up to her so much and didn’t wanted to lose her if she ever wasn’t into those stuff, I had this friend a girl who told me that if we were together for a long time I should probably to spice things up a bit, so I tried it, I asked her what she’s wearing, and she told me, and asked for picture and she didn’t mind neither, anyway, I was doing midterms, so I had to stay in Settat the city where I was doing my studies, but when I came back home, I called her and decided to meet up in front of the school portals, we used to have this mean security guy, so I had to be cautious, she was waiting for me, she was wearing an orange skirt, she looked so beautiful, asked her to borrow a notebook so I won’t rise suspicious, we got in, and dragged her in a place was reserved for students in engineering class, it was a Saturday so it was deserted, anyway, we sat on the stairs, we kept staring at each other, and after couple of minutes I told her that I missed her so much, I slide my hand on her cheek with my index just underneath her ear, tried to pull her closer, and she just followed, suddenly our lips met up for the first time, our tongues had their first contact, and they seemed eager for more, we were all over each other, violently making out and biting each other’s lips, put my hand on her breast, she seemed a bit bothered, she grabbed my hand and took it away from her breast, seconds later she put it right back in, and squized my hand over her left tit, I then, gently slide my other hand slowly down her neck, descending toward her legs through her tits, as I reach the inside of her thighs I squized gently, I heard her moaning, it was a sound full of pleasure, free from guilt, she seems like she’s enjoying what’s going on, as I kept doing what I was doing (since it’s working somehow) the moans kept going, as for me, my dick it was getting harder and harder, and since I was wearing jeans it felt like a caged animal trying to break free, no time to think about that for now, she left her head, inviting my lips to her neck, as I leaned over, I kissed her gently, she was wearing a perfume, which gave a lovely smell but a terrible taste to it, but I didn’t care, one hand on the breast, the other trying to dig up until I reached her sacred garden, it was shaved, and recently, made me wonder if it was me who made the first move, or she already planned for this and I am just a puppet hanging by string made by desires and needs, that she is manipulating, it was intense, I kept caressing the top of her cunt, slowly and with rhythm, fuck! It felt so good, it was an orchestra of desires led by moans of satisfaction, as her moans getting louder, my dick was getting harder, suddenly, I felt a worm liquid inside, apparently, I came, since my jeans were blue, you can see a clear spot, we got out exactly as the bell ring relieving student from their professors, and waking me up from a dream full of lust, I wanted to accompany her to get a cab, but the spot was too large, I should’ve masturbated before, there was too much cum, I walked with that big spot, everybody saw it, only few knew it, walked home changed my clothes, reflected on that day, and sit still for about 5 minutes trying to process what really happened.

Not Sexual

I like to think that men are capable of being just friends with women, and to be honest, I feel more comfortable being friends with girls than actually being with them, I guess duties as a friend are less stressful, and you show the same level of interest as her, and it’s actually pure, because, the only thing that you can repay to each other, is mainly care and kindness, when the sex is off the table, the only thing you can concentrate on, is being the true you, I know, as a man, our needs, and our sex drive, sometimes push us to do stupid things, including lying, pretending to be someone else, just to get women out of their cloths, it’s sad but true, I’m not saying all men are alike, because that would be stupid to presume such thing, even brothers, coming out from the same mother, raised by the same parents, eating the same thing, can be really different, so how can we assume that all people in the whole world are alike, to do that, we need to work on ourselves, it’s the hardest workout, being true to yourself and know exactly what you want and embrace it, so you can be true to others, and even tho, you might find yourself falling for her, so be true to yourself and tell her about your feelings, so you both can find a closer, if she doesn't feel the same way about you, it’s not the end of the world, that actually help you to move on, and by that i don’t mean, stop being her friend, it means get over your feelings, if you can’t than take sometimes for you, i’m pretty sure she’ll understand, and I’m saying this out of experience, I used to be in love with this beautiful girl, we used to talk a lot, shared everything and all, I started developing feeling for her, this day when we were taking a walk and suddenly it started raining, and we both got wet, her hair was a mess, but when she got her wet hair out of her sight, it’s like I was looking to someone else, it was like the only face you wish to see when you wake in the morning and before you close your eyes good night, it was like a Saturday morning, when you spend a very stressful week, she asked me what was wrong, and I woke up, and 6 months after that she got together with my best friend, in my defense i did come clean about my feelings and got rejected, since i knew my feeling are not going anywhere, and i had to accept the fact that she’ll probably never be mine, since now she’s together with my best friend, that makes her automatically like a sister, i got a bit sad, so i asked her to never talk to me again, and after a while, a year or so, we started talking again, but i can sens that this time is different, we used to talk a lot, but now we just talk and tell each others jokes and laugh and that’s it.

I used to think that Geisha is a person we can buy with money to do whatever we want, but by doing some research, i discovered that actually Geisha is very cultivated person, whom job is to entertain customer by art, which is another thing, talent, so a Geisha, is a goddess, combining beauty of the body and the soul.

Tinder Drinking game

Drink everytime you see : 1 - A chick with a stupid quote... as their profile picture. 2 - A chick with a football jersey. 3 - a girl with the dog/flower filter in Snapchat. 4 - a girl where all her pictures are the same picture 5 - a girl with children/baby in her profile picture. 6 - a sexy picture of a hot girl who will never swipe you right but you are a desperate romantic and basically you still believe in miracles so you swipe right.

me

Nudes, but why?

just wanna get it out there, lately it looks like it’s subject of the hour, everybody wants nudes, either receive them, or send them, at this point i don’t know why people do that, is it because they’re horny ? why not go for porn. they’re in long term relationship, why not use skype, isn’t the fact that they’re away and they get turned on by those pictures and had enough of solo rides :p is what leads to cheating on their partners, plus if you have to do it, ask yourself this question, do i trust this person enough to send him my private parts of my body? and than, even if you do, that doesn’t mean he is worthy of this trust, and nothing guarantee that you’ll stay together for ever, who knows maybe next week, month or year something will happen, or not but he’d assume it and would want to get back at you and fuck up your future, i never ask for them, not because i don’t have the guts, because i’ve done stuff way daring, but i received some “accidentally” and i did what anyone in my position SHOULD DO, delete them, to prevent me from hurting someone who had a weak state of mind and done a stupid thing... after i used it of course, what? don’t judge me, I’m a guy after all !

My First Post

so this is my first post, here i’ll be posting stuff about how i think and how i see stuff, cuz i’m one of’em people who never stop thinking and using their minds, not in a way to find cures or innovative, but more like things that has Nothing to do with the universe, I don’t know how they do things in here, but i’ll be letting myself go with this one... if you have any objections write me a note, fold it, put it in your Pocket, take a chaire and sit in the back of the room, and wait for me with everybody else to give a fuck.

with that being said, let’s see how can we turn this place into our play ground