There she appears during the usual 5 minutes of daily Tinder swiping. PiccoLina, 21 years old, but she looks much younger (17 at most). Very young, fair skin, delicate features with middle-European traits. A childlike face frames a sexy gaze, creating an ontologically impossible contrast, but in her, it comes to life with extraordinary grace. She’s a little minx: the world doesn’t...
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...
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’m so tired of being stuck at home. The COVID isolation lasted over a month and for Easter, I want to live. Unfortunately, we’re in the Red Zone, super red: if you stick your nose out the door… they shoot you. Luckily, the doctor recently prescribed me “thermal balneotherapy,” so I have a good reason to revisit a fantastic spa nestled in the Alps. A classy Art...
Okay, it’s true, the blog is closed and I shouldn’t have written anymore.But I can’t stay silent about my goodbye to SweetBoobs, which happened just a few hours ago.There she is, knocking at my door. She’s been waiting a month to meet me, due to my COVID isolation. A month in which she’s done everything to be close to me: calls, messages, she even sent me roses...
First day of preventive COVID isolation.“Good morning, am I speaking with Mr. Try_A_Man? Yes, I’m the florist so-and-so, I have a bouquet of flowers for you.”“For me, really?”“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...
