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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
I have a sweet little dog, a Jack Russell with heart-shaped eyes and the ability to make anyone fall in love with just a glance. He’s 10 cm and a banana tall, but he thinks he’s a lion: he looks down on any other dog, even if it’s a Doberman, a Great Dane, or a Saint Bernard. He’s the boss of the neighborhood: strutting around on those muscular yet thin legs like...
Venezuelan Chica just got into the taxi heading to her home. She’s 18, with a voluptuous body seemingly designed for pleasure, a tender face, and the sweet gaze of a sincere soul. Full breasts, wide hips, a bit different from the hyper-fit girls I’ve been seeing lately. She doesn’t have the constructed, rarefied, and unavailable sensuality of the French Goddess, where every...
I wait for her standing in front of the restaurant, a high-end Japanese place specializing in meat dishes. Here comes the taxi. Through the windows, I catch a glimpse of her silhouette. She adjusts herself with the confidence of a diva about to take the stage at La Scala. Meanwhile, the taxi driver leans forward.He searches for my gaze.His face is flushed, eyes bulging.He gives me a dazed smile...
