I step off the tender and stride towards the black van. My guest and my new computer are waiting inside. The windows are tinted, so I can’t see who’s inside. I nod to the driver, who opens the van door, and there she is, Ninfetta. The girl hops out gracefully, gives me a quick look, and jumps on me: ” Hey, you are not so old! You are young! “. She continues, kissing me:...
Sometimes acquaintances ask me about my lifestyle after seeing me with several girls 15-20 years younger than me. For many of them, it’s something strange, uncommon. I try to explain that it’s a natural and widespread thing. An opportunity to explore. Many people then dismiss it as a quirk of mine, or attribute it to some particular traits: “Yeah, but you have money...
