Part 096 · ~5 min read

Weekend… how nice!

Let’s recap a bit…

After a great holiday in the South of France, I am back in Italy and decided to quit my boring job. My father decided to retaliate and is taking away from me a few privileges. However, I got a decent amount of money that would allow me to do something my father would not approve of, but that would help me feel more realised and more at ease with myself.

The two ideas are either opening a gym—another one, but only for women and preferably rich ones—or moving to Central America (Panama) or Brazil and starting some business in the hospitality field there.

I am done with banks and clerical work. I will not inherit my father’s empire, but I will have a life I like more.

Simona. She left Romano’s flat and moved in with a guy. She sounded pretty happy about it, and I wonder if there has ever been anything between her and Romano because even he sounds a bit cold to me. I will meet her tonight and propose my idea to her. I am sure she would be able to give me a clearer view of the pros and cons of this business.

I met Flavio last night; he sounded lukewarm about my ideas, including those for the gym. I think he envies me a lot. He gave me such a cold shoulder when I told him I would hire Simona and ask her to run the show. He made up a story telling me that he doesn’t think Simona is the right girl for me and that I am not the right man for her. He implied that she looks too odd and hides something from the world. I got annoyed because I felt Flavio liked her, too. I mentioned something about him asking her to live with him, but then he changed the topic when I pretended I didn’t understand. If it were not for Flavio, I would say that my best friend is in competition with me for the same girl, but I know that even if this is the case, Flavio will never be able to attract a girl like that.

So, I wonder what will happen tonight with Simona…

Anneka wrote me a mail, a rather long one, telling me that she would like to have me as fuck buddy and, possibly, go swinging together around Italy and overseas. i didn’t reply to her but the pictures she sent me of her licking a Swedish blonde pussy while being fucked by a black stallion made me so fucking horny that I had to wank, first time in years. She is such a bitch… A hot one! Another picture was with her taken from the back with the same black cock in her ass. The pictures were taken from underneath, and I could see her clitoris swollen and her juices dripping down the legs in front of her, a girl was standing, and, I assume, she was licking her pussy. Wow! I tell you guys, she was hot!

She invited me to London this week as she is going there on a business trip before returning to Rome on Friday. I will see how it goes with Simona tonight and then decide whether to go.

I didn’t even mention this to Flavio as he is now a possible danger, and if the story between Anneka and me alights, I might have problems with Simona.

The Ukrainian bunch is in touch, and they want to visit me in Rome with another friend interested in adult fun. They might come here the week after next for a long weekend. I told Marcel that he was welcome to join us, and he said that, most probably, he would drive down with them if his father gave him some time off. It should not be a problem as his father is more addicted to the pussy than me. I remember my father and mother talking about him and his wife while we were in France on holiday more than 20 years ago. She was a stunning Persian lady who moved away from Iran when the revolution happened. She came to Europe with an uncle and an aunt as her parents didn’t manage to leave the country. Once in Europe, she was in her 30s and single, her uncle decided to give her in wife to a rich Persian man in exile. It came out that this guy was a spy for the current regime in Iran, and he tried to take her back to Iran against her will, promising everything you could think of.

The man blackmailed her over some personal pictures of her with another man she used to shag with, Marcel’s father, because this man was not able to get it up having sex but just watching.

Marcel’s father (I keep saying Marcel’s father because I cannot remember his name now) managed to report the guy to the police. He was deported from Strasbourg, where they used to live before, and the marriage was void due to the fact that it was never consumed. They moved together to the South of France and started the restaurant business they still run.

I do not know the details, but I have to say that when I was a kid, I used to masturbate a lot, thinking of Marcel’s mother looking very much like Catherine Zeta-Jones.

Wow! I wrote a lot today, I leave you in peace now guys!

Take Care!