Part 006 · ~2 min read

… and suddenly, my life will never be the same again!

Wow, Simona! she is hot! I don’t know what the blooming Pilate is all about, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her! She is wonderful! I invited her out, and she said no, but it’s clear that she fancies me. Romano told me they were not together, and she was looking for a place to live. I think he likes her but there is something odd about her and I am not sure he knows and pretending not to or he is not aware, however she doesn’t look 100% up there, but down there and in the middle… My God! She is a fairy!!! Flavio didn’t even seem to notice her. Sometimes, I wonder what kind of tastes my best friend has. Seems like the ugliest and the best for him. I am sure he enjoyed Pilates and will return to it. I will go back, too, but not because of the discipline… I will have a few problems with my work, though, but there is always someone who can cover me up ;) Our Minister Brunetta will never know about it, ah hahaha. Anyway, guys, it’s time, and I am meeting my girlfriend, the official one, the architect, for a quick meal. She is nice, nice in bed, and a perfect wife and mother, but she is a terrible architect. I wish her father hadn’t pushed her so much to take his career on, even if now he understood that her tastes are a bit kitsch and it’s better if she continues taking care of the terminally ill people of the NGO she works for most of her time. My loft was fantastic when I bought it, and since she has been designing it and adding bits and bobs, it looks simply outrageous… But I cannot tell her anything. Poor thing, she is really sensitive about everything, and who doesn’t have faults? I got plenty of them; I could sell them by the kilo, but I will never admit it to her or to anyone else. Eh, eh, eh. Anyway, this Simona girl is making me horny… I can see her ass crack and her pussy when she needs over and think of my face between her legs! brrrrrrrr Better not think about it and let me go back to reality. Sonya, lunch… Did I call at work to tell them I wasn’t going? I’m not sure, really… oh well, we shall see each other tomorrow.

I must learn how to use this blog space. Oh, you must be wondering why I write in English. Practice, just for practice… Sorry about all the mistakes. I hope I make myself understood.