Growing up I could not stop looking at men that were taller and older than me and hairier than the average. Perhaps it was some sort of Tom Sellek syndrome. He was the utterly handsome and friendly MAGNUP P.I. on TV I used to fantasize about caressing a guy with those characteristics; it was not about […]
Daisy
In Italy when I was young, men were still required to do national service. If I had to be in the military, I wanted at least to do something I thought would be exciting, so I signed up for the paratroopers. I liked to fly, didn’t mind jumping from things. They were fascists mostly, and […]