There she appears during the typical 5 minutes of daily Tinder swiping. PiccoLina, 21 years old, but looks much younger (16 at most). Very young, fair skin, delicate features with Central European traits. A child-like face set with a sexy gaze, creating an ontologically impossible contrast that comes to life in her with extraordinary grace. She’s a naughty girl: 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 get 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 inside. I nod to the driver, he opens the van door and there she is, Ninfetta. The girl gets out gracefully, looks at me for a moment and jumps on me: ” Hey, you are not so old! You are young! “. She continues, kissing me:...
@ Grobi Grafik 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...
© Frank Gerart 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...
Straight from the past. I see her coming, with her blonde hair, same baby face but with a serious look. She gives a slight smile and walks towards me. It’s her, the last person I ever thought I’d meet again, the first I wanted to see again. Yes, it’s really her. The Little American. The one who made me lose my mind for the first time, only to ghost me and disappear forever. She...
So, after five years with Honey Eyes, 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 realized I was more of a fool than a lion… in the good and noble sense of the word. I battled my vulnerabilities, faced my weaknesses. I wanted Honey Eyes so much that I tried...
Copyright Frank Gérard IG: franckgerardart SUMMER 2023. I want to kiss her. But I haven’t showered in a week, except for using seawater. I’m sweating from dragging the huge suitcase used on the sailboat under the sun. I had onions for lunch. Basically, I’m in the worst condition to kiss her. I’ve just entered the hotel room. She’s there, buzzing around the private...
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 of my tales. Almost never for something I’ve done, but always for some free interpretation, for some embellishment used to decorate the story.We all, every day, have hundreds of light thoughts. Imagine ending up in court...
