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solitary pleasures.

Yesterday was my first day of this holiday truly relaxing.
Lying on my futon in my draws I white Ikea library some books that I repais the sound of the Doors (LA Woman) and Pink Floyd (Wish You Were Here). Lovecraft, Poe, Glen Cook's Black Company, are my companions in idleness. Periodically, I put my book on the edge of my bed and get lost in contemplation of a blue sky through heavy clouds fleecy. The apotheosis of this day is the preparation of tea with my tea IWACHU imported directly from Japan. Soothing drink that I accompany some liches roses, fruit of great sensuality, including fresh juices and sweet accommodates one can with the Darjeeling better fruit red. Do not have a decent tea I'm just a delicate mug made in China reported the currency posting of Edinburgh in Scotland: Pro libertate. I like nothing better than to take advantage of this freedom and do nothing, supreme luxury of our hyperactive society.
I gaze down at night and after a timed signal to restore me to the parental home (my fridge remains desperately empty), I ended my evening with my dear Lily, whose daring seemed to have curiously shocked many readers.
But history is not over ...

PS: Thanks for your many comments But me, I confess, sometimes really surprised. I do not think so shocking and elicit reactions as violent. Why try and deny nudity or desire? I note with chagrin that sexual liberation is a failure.

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Crystal ship sailor (no under 18) ... Struck

Today ends a week full of emotions that was by turns surprising, disappointing, frustrating, or simply enjoyable (in all senses).

first major event, the visit of B. at my home last Monday. The ideal context to clarify the state of our relations. This day was really enjoyable. Side side in my futon couch, sipping Perrier, we discussed literature, cinema and home decor. A few hours later, B. resumed his car, a big smile on his lips, leaving behind a perplexed than fantomeopera ... Curtain! What she really wants me? What rhyme this game of seduction that leads ultimately not far off? I should have just stuck against a wall and make her see my way of thinking? Besides ... not sure do I really want? Not so sure either.

Thursday following should be also a day to hand in my studio because I organized my first reception. Only three people, B. E. and A were invited. The evening went pretty well overall but they left early (0:30) left me full of doubt. The little dance ultimately did not last very long and none of them had brought honor to the meal prepared. Do I consider this a failure?
The night after I made a very strange dream. Under the stares of the two ladies I beheaded E. using a hatchet yellow Bricorama ... Amazing is not it?

Needless to say that this first part of the holiday was not a success if a further meeting had changed the lives of some dreary little ghost.

past few weeks I have established a friendly relationship with an avid reader of my blog (I'll call Lily to preserve his anonymity). After reading my humble prose Lily wanted to know me better and give me his opinion about my predicament. We started to exchange some emails and MSN are spent to make conversations more lively. To put a face on our nickname we decided to exchange our respective photos. Lily is a pretty brunette with dark eyes, quite distinctive, the design of his mouth I was fascinated at first glance. For his part Lily admits she was rather surprised by the shot that I sent him ... she probably imagined a young man discovers a rather ugly and rather cute guy in his words ... flattering. All

toppled Monday afternoon, just after the start of B. I promised Lily to quickly connect me to tell him the outcome of this visit. To be quite frank she had bet a box of chocolates that the little ghost to pass the pan in the afternoon, shamefully violated by Ms. B. in his studio. I had therefore claim my prize! For some reason the discussion, which meanwhile became telephone (the initiative comes from Lily. ... I hate the phone), skidded on our respective experiences libertine. Shared some excitement then drove us to make some pictures taken from life of our anatomies. I admit I had initiated this approach certainly surprised that Lily had her but do not leak and I can assure you that in addition to a very pretty mouth Lily has a beautiful post ... and I do not speak of his ... but I digress.
Fantomeopera is he mad? May well be. On the phone
groans of Lily before stroking my picture quickly put me uneasy. For me the game was (witness the state of my tee shirt) and loosely j'écourtais the conversation to return to the wisest exchanges on msn. I later learned that my correspondent was about to enjoy in the palm of my ear and my debacle had left him very frustrated. It was then that I caught up with me and the opportunity came several days later, hours before Christmas Eve. While we were each expected by our families, I decided to do forgive. After having said that I wanted to enjoy the wildly (men who read this post ... if you want to make a girl completely mad say these simple words ... guaranteed result) I took the initiative to pick up the phone and explained that I do not let go until I will not be reached my end. Over ten minutes later with a few well-chosen phrases and three new images (snapshots very wise by the way), I had the machine tilter and Lily has on the line in a long groan groaning. My turn came moments later and during this sensory explosion j'eu feel me on a teleporter foaming sea, bathed in blinding white light, standing on the deck of a scintillating crystal ship while at the same time rang in my apartment's notes "Crystal Ship" sung by the Doors. I let Lily
wet crotch, and after a refreshing hot shower, I joined my family for Christmas Eve when all praised my Olympic form.

Soon we will meet in the flesh because even if we did we ever seen both really want from each other. Then I can keep a promise made shortly before she surrenders to the pleasure if you help me ... Lily read (and I know you read me) knows that you do not escape ...

It is certain that this post will shock most readers, and I admit I really took the time to think before telling everything this in detail. I decided that this blog refuse censorship, this is a personal choice that I am ready to take to the end but at no time has been guided by the desire to sink into mere vulgar in soliciting detstiné increase the number of visitors.
Let those who would judge my behavior and that Lily will mind and know that these outbursts were preceded lengthy discussion in which each of us has completely surrendered to the other, without taboos. I have my side told Lily the most shameful things in my life. Our relationship is certainly a strong sexual attraction but absolutely can not be just that.
I hope will be many comments and constructive.
Thank you for your understanding and your loyalty.

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Throughout the week that followed, B. n'eu constantly provoke me. Bewitching smiles, winks supported, place reserved for him at the self, discussion of Parisian swingers clubs (While we were surrounded by a dozen colleagues stunned by such audacity). I suddenly became the object of his attentions, which, I admit, got me (and still gives me ...) a certain pleasure. Of course, this little game did not pass unnoticed, and frankly the noise swelled in the teaching community. My association with B. seemed proved, after all, why deny? The mother of A. itself, worried about my fate, came to get me to my locker to put me on guard against this dredge undisguised. For his part
E. still with us but seemed to have abandoned the idea of seducing this charming colleague, confirming my win.

My life was too quiet in a few days, plunged into a certain buzz and I savored those moments.

This weekend a new release film was organized to provide a second chance for the previous week quitters. They all marched to the last moment and when I arrived at Charlie Birdy is in solitary B., sitting in a big brown leather sofa, sipped his mojito. This evening we would head to head and then I could move my pawns in peace. Or so I imagined ... Kneeling

cons knees, staring into the eyes, we discussed it more than an hour. I learned a lot about his person: his rapid emancipation, his wanderings around the globe, the medium jet-set which she comes, her divorce, her daughter ... We made them more acquainted and losqu'elle emit the idea to cancel the film to stay at Charlie Birdy I approved 100% ... She then explained that she worked with a few friends in the neighborhood and suggested that I contact them to run a little evening. Frankly I found the idea interesting (seriously) and gave him the green light.

The three friends arrived at the dropper. First, the wife of his best friend, then that she had designated before coming under the term "dude" and then his best friend. By a curious coincidence the "dude" in question, S., had been my colleague in another facility 7 years ago (when I began). In their presence
everything went pretty well and I guess we were both display a certain complicity. The first warning came when we got up for dinner. B. passed near me and whispered in his ear a warning surprising

"Avoid talking about the movie last week, S. was rather bad mood right now."

Curious ... very curious. A table

atmosphere was friendly. B., seated beside me, kept me highlight the eyes of his friends and asked regularly hand on my thigh to emphasize any point. I felt pretty comfortable, which is rare enough to be stressed.

is more than an hour after the start of the meal that the sky literally fell on my head. For I know not why I was led to examine S. at his place of residence (we were talking about transportation time it seems to me). My companion seemed really troubled by my question. He remained silent for a moment and broke the silence with a terse "How?" Around the table everyone was silent and I felt the eyes shine on me. It is in this kind of situation that the term "weight of an eye" makes sense. For his part S. I continued to stare. Why such a reaction? What word, what phrase I had just forbidden to pronounce? Why should I run a black eye if a query innocuous? While I was resting my question, if there have been disagreements, S. responded by making a small gesture that I made a few seconds to decrypt. He raised his hand and waved his fingers in front of my nose.
Main fingers alliance ... Alliance? He then appointed B. and said "We live together" while continuing to shake his hand "We've been married 6 years. "Then I was the victim of an explosion synaptic conjugated to a true liquefaction of the spinal cord. The reality was to have fun in the face like mine on the nose of an Iraqi child .... The individual facing me, in my mind designated by the word "dude" (pronounced B. had me talking to him before his arrival ... that I'm sure) was the husband of one who had stopped caress me regularly thigh under the table during the evening ... even though her husband was facing me! She told me about a divorce ... but not remarriage!
After I regained my senses declared simply as B. had not yet told his whole life and I only knew bits and pieces. At dinner, someone revived the conversation on another subject and the storm passed. During all this time had lasted exchange embarrassing B. had ceased to contemplate the dish of noodles in front of him. I had only one desire, to go home, lie down and forget this story.

The rest of the evening went on as if nothing was cheerful and resumed his duties. We finished dinner and réglâmes addition. On leaving the pub the group disbanded. B. best friend, his girlfriend and S. from one side while B. and myself set off ours. In his car, while I was driving was parked at the school where my twingo, B. asked me not to discuss his marital status to other colleagues, his relationship with S. these days is rather conflicting. Curiously, despite the painful episode that I had lived at the table I wanted to do him absolutely not.

The evening did not change our relationship. S. was never mentioned, we phoning regularly after school (I received a phone call while writing this mail) and in high school we are always very close as shown in the following posts.

soon ... and thank you for your comments.

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The indecent proposal

The day after the movie night I promised a friend to accompany him to a concert (Luke and Deportivo ... 2 French groups which already had vaguely heard of.) I like to play the Knights servants.
A. is the daughter of one of my colleagues. Last year, thanks to a dinner with teachers, this charming single, school teacher 5 years my junior, had been submitted by his mother. The current was quite good and given the many SMS messages exchanged on the following days I had clearly Tapper in the eye.
We saw several times, including during trips innocent moviegoers, but I do not have a lot of effort on my part to maintain contact (I called him from time to time in order not to suffer the kind, but serious remonstrances of his mother in staff room).
In September we met again at a dinner hosted by his new mother and there she invited me to accompany him to this concert. I accepted, determined to catch up with my past conduct.

Throughout the concert (nice but a bit guelard ... I did not attend a show as nag) I constantly observe n'eu A. its knowledge and reflect on how to behave. Logic would have dictated that I show him some attention, see tenderness (taking her size or simply by passing his hands behind his back for example). I'm even sure she would not refuse a kiss. Yet I was unable because the analysis of my feelings always led me to the same conclusion: I do not desire. No frantic beats of the heart, no uncontrolled erections in case of accidental contact (I feel that my readers will pounce ... but we are so made us men), no lustful ideas. Nothing ... No love or even sexual attraction. The mere emotional void. This charming young lady left me simply marble and I did not want to force things.
On leaving the concert I could invite him for a drink but I decided to take her home with her directly. Accumulated fatigue in the week drove me indeed to shorten this evening and I wanted not to give too much hope.

few minutes before placing her house, A. unveiled his game We talked about my new apartment and I was joking, explaining that I wanted to make a bachelor designed to accommodate the number of young women a night.

"Maybe there would be a place for me"? threw me you it in a soft voice.

The proposal could not have been more clear ... My throat knotted loosely mine and I did not hear anything. I turned the discussion about the color of its portal, and once reached the height of his house, laid it there in silence. We said goodbye, she kissed my cheek and disappeared into the night. Less than twenty minutes later I was at my house where I fell into a comatose sleep.
Since that night I have more news.

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threesome.

On Thursday, November 24 page of my calendar include a word written in red ink: "Film." B. A week earlier, had offered to accompany him to the projection of the last Woody Allen. We had to find on the Champs, a drink in a nice bar there and get better acquainted. The film was ultimately an excuse to discuss in a less professional.
So I reserved my evening and was glad to spend it in such good company. Needless to say that the week was long ...
Only a few hours before the appointment awaited my hopes flew away. At lunch, B. taught me that it had offered to other teachers to join us. I was hoping for an intimate encounter turned abruptly into a real conference of Education. Needless to say I was a little disappointed ...
The rendezvous was fixed at 18.00 and we chose the Charlie Birdy as a gathering place. Retained in high school by a small computer trouble, I myself submitted more than 20 minutes late. What I discovered astounded me at the bar. B. there was but one colleague with him (I learned later that all the others were canceled). Both sipping a cocktail and some seemed plunged into a fascinating conversation. Their glances made me very reluctant to break the privacy to let them alone. Forgetting this solution ease I rushed to meet them and I mingled in the duet.
E. is a professor of history at the very nice big egos. He likes to win, has a hell of gab, seems never to lose faith in himself and loves to share his experiences as a seducer. (I believe the last conversation we had together was about women fountains ...) Anyway E. is a serious competitor to see how he looks at B. since coming to college, has some ideas in mind about it. This evening (bar, then drive back to the bar) was the first inning of a game that lasts forever (But which has lost much of its piquancy after an onset of a new item a week later. The element that I was plunged into doubt and perplexity ...).
B. We were escorted to the school parking lot where we parked our car each. Leaving the car E. dared to kiss on the cheek to say goodbye while I contented myself with a little waved from the sidewalk. The very next day we decided to repeat this event next week but E. grieved at not being able to accompany us. Will I have the opportunity to spend some more time alone with her? Yes but the next evening run rapidly surreal vaudeville "Woody-Allenien" (not that there is no word on my blog but I do what I want ... especially when it's late like tonight).
Ultimately the results of this first evening was fairly positive. B. I managed to quickly put at ease (which is no mean feat), a conspiracy is born, and real friendships were forged. As I wanted more? Not so sure ...
Before you leave I want to say that since November 24 E. and I have maintained very friendly relations (even more than before accomplices. The game of seduction that we both play (The highlight was the evening of last Friday) seems to find fun and I admit my side a real pleasure. For his part B. also had fun even though his motives remain unclear toujous.

continued ... (Tomorrow the minutes of Friday evening, 25 during which the daughter of one of my colleague took an unexpected initiative)

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Resurrection.

too long since I have not given a real news!
I miss my blog. Captivated by my move and flooded with copies I have hardly had time to write during these last two weeks. I do not hide being a victim a certain intellectual laziness caused by fatigue and anxiety of having to face this new life of emancipated adult.
Bracket closes with this new message and the many who will follow in the coming days. Know that the ghost is back among you pumped up, ready to devour the whole earth and suck the marrow.

Many people around me find me changed. Abandoning my bulky glasses in favor of discrete lenses, the adoption of an elegant red goat giving more character to my youthful face, a return to ideal weight (a fridge empty not having the courage to go shopping is a good way to lose a little weight), the most daring sartorial choices (strong leather and jeans that I may now be in high school and I just do not reserve at weekends) are no strangers to this impression. The many compliments (mostly women) that I receive for this new look I confirm my choices. But physical appearance is not everything! For several weeks I keep gaining confidence. For the first time in my life I am now master of my fate. I Can Feel the Power! (I did a little too much there either?)

Somewhat funny I discovered that some of my colleagues put this development on behalf of a need to seduce our new colleague in English (with whom my relationship is more than good but let me time to come). The rumors in the staff room and I find it quite enjoyable. I imagine the jealous bavasser behind my back when I leave the staff room and it makes me happy (and no longer triggers crisis paranoia about which I was there a few weeks).

Although I am still single my current situation has changed somewhat as well. I actually find myself today in a rather delicate amuses me in some ways but does not satisfy me and I hope some of you will also advise me on this.

So that you can get a good view of my current situation (including about my complex relationship with the female gender) I will spend the next few posts to a detailed account of some key events have taken place in recent days.

Remember ... November 17, the date of my last post I was preparing myself for two nights Promising
- A cinema with my lovely friend from English (the idea came from her and initiative rather surprised me ...).
- A concert where I was to accompany the daughter of another colleague ...

A week passed and the two head-to-face as expected were finally held ... but nothing, no nothing, happened as I had originally planned ...

continued ... (tomorrow)

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Soon on your monitors ... Repeat after me ...."

... Following the exciting adventures of Fantomeopera.

I still single but two female contacts have brought their share of surprises and unexpected situations even disconcerting. I do not know what the future holds.

soon as my internet access is established in my new I dash home in a very detailed report which will surely surprise you.

Patience!