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Some dream of being dancers or entrepreneurs. And then there's her, who dreams of being a dictator. Literally. The story of how I started dating a stingy twenty-year-old who threatens Mossad over a six-euro umbrella and cries over ferrets.
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Slender.Fair complexion.Straight hair falling gently along her shoulders.A stroke of black eyeliner along her eyes, to elongate her gaze and make it more mysterious, almost Egyptian.She sends me three photos.First photo: a simple, decent red dress, worn in the hope of being liked.Second photo: white jeans and a black top.Third photo: a little black dress with lace embroidery, sensual yet rigorous...
“Buddy, no, you have to write this story! It’s too funny! I’m sending it to Nico, he’s going to crack up. “. So, here I am, scammed and… my buddy and his cheerful Londoner pal are laughing and having a blast. The life of an amateur writer is tough. Bukowski was a fucking alcoholic, with no talent or purpose, a moocher, meeting women in a sauce-stained tank top...
DC Bane, Bane, The Dark Knight Rises, movies HD wallpaper June 10, 2012.On this day, 399,955 babies were born.150,453 lives left this planet.97,540 couples got married.But this day will be remembered for another reason: on June 10, 2012, an anonymous commenter named Bane brought to light one of the most lucid and terrifying analyses of the reality of relationships.What follows was NOT written by...
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Il Magnifico writes a letter to the son who will be born in 6 months to XMas Lady. Between diapers, threesomes, and an overly enthusiastic grandmother, the most tender and surprising letter on the blog.
The women in my life are meteors: they enter, they shine, they disappear. A poem by the Magnifico, a confession, and writing as an antidote to death.
You know Jarvis? The one from Iron Man. The artificial intelligence that manages the armor, pilots the drones, updates the weapon systems, and occasionally allows itself to be ironic while Tony Stark is about to crash into a building. There you go. I have one. Except mine doesn’t manage armor. It manages my romantic relationships. What follows is the first interview with an artificial...
An ex of mine asked me to remove all materials that could refer to her. Given that the blog is set up so that it’s not possible to trace people’s identities, I’ve proceeded to completely remove every reference. So if while reading it seems like pieces are missing… it’s because pieces are actually missing.I’m sorry, but it seems more appropriate to proceed this...
October 3, 2025. An earthquake shakes Milan: a throbbing serpent of young people surges through the city shouting “Free Palestine.” Every step makes the earth tremble; a wave hungry for change radiates through the Milanese ring roads, sparking outrage among the bejeweled high-society ladies and fear in the police. There are clashes; a few shop windows are smashed. At the head of the...
Today I had my first threesome (FFM). I confess I was a bit nervous… A very fun experience, which I might write about or maybe not.Funny thing: one of the two girls brought me a bouquet of daisies as a gift, explaining “so that after fucking me, you spend your time desperately wondering ‘she loves me, she loves me not!’“.What a character, The Cat Lady! I think...
In the heart of Milan, just a few meters from the chaos of the Navigli, hidden from the sight of ‘maranza’ and the rabble, lies a small gem: Doping. More of a club than a bar, more of an oasis than a mess, Doping Club has always been in my top three special places. If it were a person, it would be an eclectic gentleman from another era, with monocle and top hat, white gloves slightly...
Let’s talk about the Countess. Belgrade, restauran… ?: “Hallelujah!”Me: “Who’s speaking?”?: “…”Strange, I thought I heard someone talking. Anyway, as I was saying…Belgrade. Steakhouse, modern vibe. The air is thick with smoke (you can still smoke indoors there). Around me, my Serbian team. My company owns a Serbian subsidiary, with...
Happy Valentine’s Day from Uncle Michael Saylor (who is currently costing me more than any woman!)
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Greetings from Venice! For carnival, Xmas Lady and I spent an interesting Eyes Wide Shut-style evening in Venice. Report coming soon (if the Freemasons don’t kill me first). The evening’s theme was Olympus and its gods. The typical Venetian costumes were not missing. With Magnifico, you never get bored! First time in Venice for Xmas Lady. Click to rate this post! [Total: 0 Average: 0]...
Miami, early 2026. Rooftop of the 1 Hotel South Beach. Still waiting for Xmas Lady to arrive. Xmas Lady: “So how many girls did you meet that day while you were waiting for me?” ndXmasLady.Me: “Hey, I was on vacation!“ Xmas Lady: “Don’t you have a better use for your time on vacation?!”Me: “Well, that way I meet so many interesting people… It’s a way to deeply understand the place, to...
A narrow alley in the shadow of Milan’s Duomo. A gloomy, drizzly day: the sky is gray and uncertain, much like my mood. I’m parking my three-wheeled scooter when I see her right in front of me: Piccolina. My heart jumps as I recognize her. An innocent baby face; the usual sexy eyeliner winging out her eyes, just so she doesn’t look underage (she’s 21, but looks younger)...
I happened to rewatch this clip from Fight Club, one of my favorite movies, and I thought:“Oh my God, this could be the comparison between me (Paolo) and my alter ego (The Magnificent)!”I chose this nickname many years ago when I ventured into the world of online dating with all the insecurities of a man who had only been with one woman for 20 years. “Will they like me?”...
It was Christmas when Magnificent and I met. He chose a beautiful spot in New York, and when I first met him in person, he fit the bill—attractive, Italian, and, most importantly, confident. There was an ease to him which I really appreciated. In some ways, he felt familiar. We connected over my Italian–New York background and his Italian heritage in Italy. What truly intrigued me, though, was...
I come home after three weeks in the US. The house is cold and empty. I go upstairs to bed. And I see the stuffed animal and the eternal rose I had given to Piccolina. She brought them back to me at the end of our story. I see them on the nightstand she had chosen to better furnish my house, all covered in LEDs. Next to the mirrors she had found on SHEIN. Piccolina wasn’t good at showing...
December 25th, right in the middle of Christmas. It’s snowing outside. I peek out the window: I see a fire truck speeding down the snowy street. “Santas” of various races are pedaling tourists around in rickshaws with colored neons. On the sidewalk, a homeless Black man kicks the snow, laughing, shouting, and cursing at something I can’t hear. He disappears around the...
Faithful representation of the body; the face, however, is much more beautiful in person. Second-rate hotel, found by chance because it’s the holiday season. She’s lying on the bed, face up. I’m straddling her, with her legs wrapped around my head. I’m pumping her hard, while a pillow under her butt keeps her pussy tilted up. I look at her face. It’s breathtakingly...
It was supposed to be a solo vacation. All about solitude. Dedicated to focusing on myself, taking care of myself, loving myself. Pushing beyond my limits. I deliberately avoided bringing a girl from Milan. “I’ll prove I can be perfectly fine on my own”, I said.It was supposed to be a vacation where silence would cloak me, letting my inner voice express who knows what profound insights...
@Valdemar von Kazak I lift the window shade: a white sea of clouds blinds me. Gradually, my eyes adjust and I can make out the beginning and end of each cloud, as if they were individual waves. My gaze drifts toward the horizon: ahead of me, New York awaits. I had booked this trip for the previous Christmas, excited to share the holiday atmosphere of the Big Apple with my long-term ex...
A black Porsche streaks at 220 km/h along the Milan-Turin highway. Other cars quickly pull over, without even waiting for a flash of the high beams. They aren’t afraid of the high-speed beast, but of its driver: a guy with a plastered-on grin, singing at the top of his lungs and dancing with the same conviction as Gigi D’Agostino behind the decks. That guy is me. An unusual euphoria fills...
You left a gentle warmth on me, like velvet that softly rests on the skin but at the same time slips away leaving the skin bare, exposed...
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The problem with having a blog is that sometimes you decide to meet certain people just because… they could be great subjects for a story. This is the case with Gothic Doll, a 23-year-old Russian with an incredibly refined style, an artist who exhibits in Milan, New York, Venice (Biennale), a person whose appearance is incredibly edgy while her mannerisms are soft and silky. But let’s start...
It’s now a cinematic trope: the classic Christmas movie, with the inevitable Christian De Sica who has to juggle between wife and mistress. I have neither a wife nor a mistress, but this is the time when I had to leave one girl at my house to run to the other. But let’s go in order. For a few months now, I’ve been seeing both Ninfetta and Piccolina. Ninfetta is abroad, but I...
Like that, but more corporate Milan Linate, Leonardo lounge. While waiting for my flight to Amsterdam, I decide to capture my impressions of the girl I met yesterday. She writes to me on a dating app: ” Hi! Let’s play a game. If I’ve been to a country you haven’t visited yet, you owe me a glass of champagne 🙂 “. I tell her there’s no need to bet: I’m all...
There she is, appearing during my usual five minutes of daily Tinder swiping. Little One, 21 years old, but looks much younger (17 at most). Very young, fair skin, delicate features with a Central European touch. A childlike face frames a sexy gaze, creating an ontologically impossible contrast that comes to life in her with extraordinary grace. She’s a little minx: the world doesn’t know...
As you know, the story with HoneyEyes is over. But maybe you don’t know how.At the end of last year, HoneyEyes decided to quit her job and start a new career. She wanted to study, reinvent herself, and change direction. She was very unsure about what to do, so I suggested a Digital Marketing course, thinking she could become a great saleswoman. I told her to think it over and that I would...
I step off the tender and stride quickly toward the black van. My host and my new computer are waiting for me inside. Tinted windows—I can’t see who’s in there. I nod to the driver, he opens the van door, and there she is, Ninfetta. The girl jumps down nimbly, looks at me for a moment, and leaps on me: Hey, you are not so old! You are young! “. He keeps kissing me: “You are...
You can find anything on Tinder these days. Even spies! During my usual 5 minutes of swiping a day, her profile catches my eye. She has very fair skin, jet-black hair, and light eyes, a faded tone between green and blue. 26 years old, she claims to be looking for a serious relationship.Features of an Eastern European woman, with pronounced cheekbones and a strong jawline. Not your typical trophy...
It all started with yet another piece of advice from Filippo: “why don’t you meet slightly older girls?” Me: what do you mean? 28-year-olds? Fil: no, older! Me: 28 and a half? Fil: like, 35 years old. me: are you crazy?! I can’t date someone with dentures! And maybe take her to the pension office! What do you take me for, a gerontophile? Fil: but you know, blowjobs without...
Straight from the past. I see her arriving, with her blonde hair, same childlike face but with a serious air. She hints at a slight smile and comes toward me. It’s her, the last person I ever thought I’d run into again, the first I would have wanted to see. Yes, her.The Americanina.The one who made me lose my mind for the first time, only to ghost me and disappear forever. She greets...
So, after a five-year relationship with my long-term ex, it’s over. I started this blog feeling like a Lion, ready to fiercely savor life, hunting fearlessly but respectfully only the most interesting prey. Then I found love and, rather than a lion, I found myself to be a fool… in the good and noble sense of the word. I struggled with my vulnerabilities, faced my weaknesses. I wanted my...
SUMMER 2023. I’d like to kiss her. But I haven’t washed for a week, except with seawater. I’m sweaty from dragging the huge suitcase I used on the sailboat under the sun. I had onions for lunch. In short, I’m in the worst condition to kiss her. I’ve just entered the hotel room. She’s there, buzzing around the private pool of my room, swaying her hips, swinging...
@ Walsemarkazak Imagine placing every atomic bomb in the world at the bottom of the deepest pit. Imagine detonating them all at once. The depth of that resulting crater is nothing compared to the void I still feel today, a month and 10 days after the end of our relationship. 40 days, like Christ’s days in the desert, during which I’ve missed her, hated her, cursed her, blamed her...
I’ve decided to shut down the blogs. For several reasons.The first is that more and more often the protagonists of the stories end up being bothered by some detail in my accounts. Almost never because of something I actually did, but always because of some free interpretation, some embellishment used to decorate the story.All of us, every day, have hundreds of fleeting thoughts. Imagine...
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I can’t stand being at home anymore. The isolation caused by Covid has lasted over a month, and for Easter, I want to live. Unfortunately, we’re in a Red zone, very red: if you stick your nose out the door… they’ll shoot you. Luckily, the doctor recently prescribed me “thermal balneotherapy,” so I have a good reason to revisit a fantastic spa nestled in the...
Okay, it’s true, the blog is closed and I shouldn’t have written anymore.But I can’t stay silent about my farewell to SweetTits, which happened just a few hours ago.There she is, knocking at my door. She’s been waiting a month to see me because of my COVID isolation. A month in which she did everything to stay close to me: phone calls, messages, she even sent me roses...
First day of preventive COVID isolation.“Good morning, am I speaking with Mr. Magnifico? Yes, I’m the florist so-and-so, I have a bouquet of flowers for you.”“Are you sure it’s for me?”“Yes, yes, that’s what it says on the order.” I open the card: “A small and sweet thought to be with you during these difficult days. Your ‘Morning...
Written by Sweet Tits After our first date, the story with “The Magnificent” is going great. We talk every day; we’re always looking for each other and vice versa. We alternate between days of cuddling and days of sex. Days when he writes me the sweetest words and days when he shares his wildest fantasies. One evening, he had a rather unexpected reaction to a photo of mine: he...
The adventures with Honey Eyes are always very lively, never a dull moment. About ten days after pushing her away… I reach out to her again. Yeah, I know, I’m a loser. The sex is too good with her, I really like her, in the end, I just have to accept the relationship for what it is: a convenient friends-with-benefits situation. And forget any ideas of falling in love.My goal is to...
Saturday night. I’ve been stuck at home for a week. Deliveroo bags emerge from the mess scattered all over the loft, archaeological relics testifying to last week’s meals. The top layer, and therefore the most recent, consists of medicine packages. Yep, I caught COVID-19. I had considered the risk. At the start of the pandemic, many people gave up any socializing and limited...
Yeah, it was bound to happen sooner or later. After dozens and dozens of reports on the girls I’ve met, here’s finally a report where I’m the one being… “reviewed.” TetteDolci wanted to have her say, to express her point of view and to… get revenge. Yes, because she had always been used to being the princess to be conquered, the woman to be pursued, while...
Despite this blog being all about blowjobs, anal plugs, and bisexual contortionists… my readers are very, very romantic. To the point of being able to look beyond the surface of things and read directly into my heart.The Unnamed One was important to me, and this didn’t escape Giulia: the most romantic of my romantic readers. A few hours ago, she wrote to me all worried about her...
I meet TetteDolci, just signed up on Seeking.com. We chat for a bit, I ask for her number, and then we move over to WhatsApp. And it starts off badly. She confesses she’s afraid of dogs, almost to the point of panic. And I live half the month with Solomon (he’s in… shared custody with my ex). I invite her to my place for dinner and she stiffens up, saying she doesn’t go to...
