I want to share with you an encounter I had this year that left me with a strange feeling.It was via TINDER that I received his message one day. I didn't feel like I liked her, or that she did it back, yet she was able to talk to me.I don't remember her nickname (pink?) however it wasn't her real first name and I'll call her Sophie to protect her anonymity. Not really any photos, mysterious profile, I love it. We exchange phone calls and a photo arrives. Weird, pretty girl, tall, short hair, black, thin, in a skirt in the photo, sitting having a drink but next to a guy… Very quickly she explains to me that she doesn't like photos, and that I won't have any more.. Me who likes to know where I put my feet, I am served.Yet at the same time, a sincere, unbridled and particularly naughty conversation begins. She works in a high school, kind CPE and bombards me with messages all day. Busy myself, I try to answer in between telling myself that a hottie like that, I'm going to have trouble keeping it only for me and I better hurry to meet her. Among our exchanges, she tells me about her unhappiness following an abortive relationship with a guy who turned her on and finally got away without giving her what she was expecting (an appointment at the hotel at the 'blind…).In short, I find myself asking her to meet to talk about it and she invites me to her place…!I find myself the next evening in the center of Clisson to spend an excellent evening… I ring her doorbell, nobody… What is this plan? I send an SMS, no answer… I tell myself that it costs nothing to stay 10 minutes when I have just done 40 terminals… 5 minutes later, SMS.. “I'm coming, sorry” Finally, 10 good minutes later, I hear heels running in the Clissonnaise night, and I see a superb woman reappear, perched very high with the sexiest tight little skirt… She passes in front of me, stops, turns around, blows my kiss doubled by a “really sorry but I was at the patati-patata…”, turns around again and climbs the 3 steps of her home and opens the door… It's going to be hot!!She's hot, but visibly very agitated, stressed, her phone rings and she strikes up a conversation with what I understand to be her daughter… who's waiting for her at her gym class!!What is this plan…!!“Sophie, if you have a problem, go ahead, I'll understand, we'll see you another time” I tell her “No, no stay, it's ok she's going to call her father, tell him that I'm not available ” What is this plan….!!!I can already see myself in the middle of a story with an ex-husband pissed off at his daughter's mother mistaking him for a cab so she can get laid!I redouble my proposal to postpone until another time.. “No, it's ok, did you bring lightning? … Super cute. You know I don't really like pastry..!”What is this plan!The situation calms down a bit, and I take the opportunity to get closer and take her in my arms as a real hello… The rest of the evening will be in this image, a rower trying to reach a magnificent beach but who never arrives to dock… After 2 hours of discussion but above all of struggle and having been far in the invitations, even physical to melt the ice, I openly ask him the question: “what is going on, you don’t like it ?”"No it's not that but you stressed me by taking me in your arms, I didn't expect it, and then it's true, I don't like you..." I look at her, with her legs crossed which barely hide the top of her pantyhose, her transparent top, her neck calling for my hands and my kisses…I must have been silent for a while, remembering our hot SMS exchanges and the promise of an equally hot evening that flew away because of a benevolent hug!What is this plan…!!??!I take my leave fairly quickly, telling myself that I won't be caught again, long live the plans with exchanges of preliminary photos, video calls, even at 100 terminals where you arrive and the girl is waiting for you on your knees with your mouth open!!The next morning, I receive an SMS from Sophie: “well back?”"Yes No problem". I keep it brief and vague, don't want to waste any more time, she clearly told me she doesn't like me, what's the point of fighting.However, in the evening, I receive an SMS again, then another. I let it run. The next day, again,“Hi Seb, how are you? Me not great..” I decide to answer him "It's fine thank you, and you then what's going on" "It's this guy you know who had planted me, he came back, he m 'has re-heated and it's gone again'... A light goes on in my head, I understand that the other evening, I arrived at her house when she had her pussy elsewhere !!!! , I'm coming. We resume our exchanges, and very quickly again, she becomes a bitch again, except that I go into her game and I crudely demean her. She reacts positively to my provocation, but each time I bring her back to what she said to me was “I don't like her. ” “Yes, but no, you know I wasn't in good shape…Nanani Nanana”."In other words, you need to be fucked so badly that even a guy you don't like would do?"“No, but it's the other one he gave me so many ideas that… Nanani Nanana” "Answer me clearly bitch, do you need to blow yourself up, yes or no?""Yes" "Say it" "Yes, I need to cum" "That's not what I asked you" "Yes, I need to blow myself up" "Again" "Yes, I 'I really want to get screwed' There we were, little Sophie, bourgeois neat and well in all respects, known and recognized in her village, had just dropped the mask.She had already done it but without accepting to say it (“are you a slut?” “Yes” “Say it” “no”). There she began to express things, the turn of events became more interesting.My next step (the same day or the next day perhaps) was to work on her so that she would come to my house. Out of the question that I risk a banana again, especially knowing her so on the razor's edge with the other guys who hovered around her.So I worked quickly and thoroughly on her desire, and made her feel guilty about the fact that she didn't like me and that all this was therefore useless.Step by step, she wanted me to fuck her more and more like the slut she realized I was, but admitted that she didn't find me attractive. What a paradox.“Alright female dog, let’s do it like this. This evening at 9 p.m., you come to my house, here is the address. You will be dressed very sexy, in heels and suspenders. You will go up to my house, on the 5th floor, on foot. I want to hear you slowly coming upstairs, I want all the neighbors to stick their eyes on their bull's eye to see the loud whore coming up the stairs.Alright On the 3rd inter-level, you'll take a break, you'll take off your thong and put it in your pocket, now it belongs to me.I understood Arrived at the 5th, stop and wait for the light to go out, then you can push the door on the right and go in, receive what you came for”.At the appointed time, my intercom rings, then her heels echo on the stairs, the sound pauses, then the sound ...

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