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 with me she ended up becoming just another nickname among the many mentioned in my blog.
It didn’t help to tell her that I only write about women who have left something important for me (I actually meet many more). It’s my way of honoring them, of making them eternal. I try to write about them right after meeting them, precisely to put on “paper” the scents, moods, and immediate impressions they stirred in me.
Anyway, TetteDolci surprised me. Not only did she want to write her own report, from her point of view. But she did it… from her phone! Writing it in one go.
So read it more like a message from a friend than a story.
Despite this, it’s well written and enjoyable. Except for me… she calls me a cuddly teddy bear!
I’ve left the story unchanged, simply adding notes where I thought necessary. Enjoy reading.
TetteDolci’s version
26 years old, a 7-year love story just ended, a life to rebuild from scratch: this is me.
It was a cold and foggy afternoon in early January, I was at home lying on my couch and browsing the internet on my phone. Suddenly, an ad for a dating site pops up in front of my eyes. Out of pure curiosity, I decide to sign up. And here begins my adventure.
An adventure that led me to discover unexplored worlds, live experiences never tried before, formulate thoughts beyond my wildest imagination.
A few hours after signing up on the site, I receive a message from “Il Magnifico”:
“Hi, are you from Milan?”.
I think: “Well, the name doesn’t sound promising already.”
I decide to check out his profile anyway and unexpectedly think: “Wow.”
His photo strikes me, he’s gorgeous.
We start chatting, first on the site and then moving to WhatsApp. He’s intelligent, a connection forms between us immediately. We start getting to know each other better, I discover he’s passionate about international taxation, just like me.
He confides that it’s not his habit to chat with girls for long: he prefers to meet them in person right away. But, following my refusal to go to his place that same evening, he makes an exception with me… because, objectively, there’s strong chemistry between us.
Days go by and the messages become increasingly steamy. For me, who has only had traditional relationships and never too daring experiences, it’s a whole new thing. We start having phone sex and I begin to admit to myself that I like it. It turns me on like crazy.
At night I can’t sleep anymore, I start touching myself thinking about him.
He asks for intimate photos and I send them without hesitation.
By now I’ve realized he has a strong hold over me: I don’t know how, but I trust him.
Whatever he asks me, I obey.
He invites me to write his name on my skin.
I undress, go into the shower, take my red Dior lipstick and write his name on my belly. He’s truly honored by this gesture. He tells me he can’t wait to meet me: the first thing he wants, as soon as he sees me, is to have… anal sex with me.
I, caught by surprise, confess that I’ve never done it before. No man had ever proposed it to me. He’s surprised and amazed.
He says: “An ass like that that’s never been worshipped as it deserves! How is that possible?”.
I pause for a moment and think.
I think about everything that’s happening, I realize that for years I haven’t been able to express myself 100%. I kept many sides of myself and my intimacy hidden, which he is bringing out naturally.
With him, I feel a sense of freedom!
I had never felt this way. I decide I want to go all the way, I want to surrender completely to him, I want to meet him as soon as possible.
One Friday afternoon I take time off from work and drive an hour to get to him.
Two hours of preparation and a panic attack
Oh, I forgot! It’s important to say that the two hours of preparation before our meeting were a mix of strong emotions!
I’m in my room, undecided about what to wear and how to do my makeup. Suddenly I’m seized by panic: “What if he doesn’t like me in person? He’s so handsome!”.
I feel insecure and anxious.
Finally I take a deep breath and opt for a total black look, refined and sexy at the same time. Black lace Dolce&Gabbana skirt, semi-transparent blouse and my essential black Louboutins.
A spray of Chanel No. 5 and I’m ready. I’m off. For the entire journey I do nothing but think about jumping on him as soon as I see him.
I arrive outside his place. There’s no parking. He kindly decides to meet me on the street, in the rain, to help me find him.
As soon as I see him, the feeling of jumping on him vanishes and I feel a sense of tenderness.
I think: “He’s not like in the photos. He’s not that handsome, he’s not that tall, he’s a bit overweight… maybe too much!”.
He reminds me of a huge and cuddly teddy bear.
We manage to find parking and go inside: a huge loft.
I spontaneously give him a kiss on the cheek because he gives me a sense of sweetness and softness. The anxiety disappears and I feel at ease.
We start talking, sipping white wine. I love his voice!
I remember all the audios he sent me in the previous days. A beautiful voice I couldn’t wait to hear in person!
A sexy voice that turns me on!
Suddenly, I have a strong urge to fuck him!
I don’t quite know how, but we start undressing quickly. And, soon, he’s inside me.
We fuck on his couch. I like it, I feel great pleasure.
He starts putting his fingers in my anus.
I tense up.
I know he wants it: he wants my ass.
He tells me not to worry and to trust him, he won’t do anything I don’t truly want.
I relax.
I really trust him.
I let him do it, without resisting.
I turn off my mind and let my body be free.
The body is completely relaxed.
He takes an unknown object and inserts it inside me.
Only later do I find out it’s an anal plug.
I accept it. Or rather, my body accepts it.
I feel pleasure. A pleasure I’ve never felt before, a different pleasure.
No pain. He removes the object and enters me.
“Wow!” I scream, pant, enjoy.
He asks: “Can I come inside you?” and I reply: “Yes”.
A wave of warm cum floods my ass.
I can’t even describe what I felt at that moment.
We compose ourselves. He cooks an excellent risotto for me. We end the evening lying on the couch, watching one of his favorite Netflix series: “Lucifer.”
We’re in each other’s arms.
I’m relaxed and comfortable.
My face is resting on his chest.
I hear his heart beating. My arms are around his waist. I spend the whole evening caressing his belly. It’s very soft, tender. I like it.
I’m about to fall asleep peacefully in that position.
We move to the bed and fall asleep cuddling.
But before dozing off, I start to think. I think it was a fantastic evening, but totally outside my way of behaving up until that moment.
The “good girl” was gone.
Suddenly I feel dirty.
The next morning we do it again, but my mind overpowers my body.
I’m blocked, stiff.
Still too many thoughts in my head.
We have breakfast and I leave.
During the journey back, I start to admit that actually this side of me has always been there. It had just remained hidden, buried by years of wrong relationships.
Now it’s finally free and ready to explode. I shouldn’t have felt wrong or dirty. This man has “reborn” me, opened my eyes, and made me feel new sensations. I like him, I wish there was a future.
Il Magnifico’s response
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So, I’ll start by saying I was a bit hurt when I read that I’m not like in the photos and that I’m actually a cuddly bear… (a bear!!!).
The photos are mine, recent, without modifications (except for colors and some basic filters the photographer may have applied). I knew I came out very well: in fact, I’ve always been photogenic. The last thing I want is to seem different from how I am, also because then you have to deal with potential disappointment in person…
Sure, seduction is also about highlighting your best side. Not by chance, you women use lipstick, push-ups, fake lashes, etc. etc. However, it certainly doesn’t make sense to set crazy expectations only to fail them. I usually also give my Instagram contact, where the person can check my stories, recorded casually, with my phone.
Oh well, now I’ll put this as my profile picture:
That said, I’m honored that TetteDolci completely trusted me.
I think her words are the most beautiful a man could hear.
This, together with the level of connection I felt, made me lose my head a bit and led me to do something I carefully avoid: having sex without a condom…
Anyway, great experience 🙂
Since then, we’ve been writing often and we should see each other again soon.
The connection keeps growing and she hasn’t failed to surprise me.
For example, by sending me this:
She sent me several and authorized me to publish them here. I’ve decided to share only this one in full, because it’s the least recognizable and because… it represents her perfectly. Even when she wants to play the little slut, she maintains her grace, sweetness, and elegance.
The rose is then placed there in the spot where she wants me, confirming my theory that that’s the way to the heart.
The sweetest thing is that, due to her particular living situation, taking these photos cost her quite a bit of effort.
Tell me how you can’t adore her!
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