Monica Bellucci walking in Rome (Martini Gold by Dolce & Gabbana). Click for file source

Why a New Season on ‘Roman’ Sex

I hesitated before continuing this series on ‘Roman’ sex. Two recent facts though have convinced me I’d better go on with it, the latter probably more important.

1) Some interest grown around the way I connect Italian sexual (& non sexual) behaviour with ancient Roman culture, not only from weirdoes but from qualified people: journalists, an international Tv Channel, a few university scholars (& college students who apparently found here inspiration for their theses,) a couple of Web companies.

2) Such incipient interest (ephemeral I’m sure) had though the prodigious side effect of making the three Sybils who subtly govern my life suppose that perhaps I’m not just entirely fooling around when typing like mad on my keyboard.

Well, THIS simplifies things, readers, by providing me with (family) peace of mind so that I’d have a few of stories too tell … 😉

Here other stories, of a totally different kind.

Sex and the city (of Rome) II

Venus de Milo, back view. Via Wikipedia

In the preceding post I was saying that, not having had brothers but sisters and needing to play male games etc., I was fortunate enough to meet at 3 a boy of 4 who became like my eldest brother.

Paul: “I have been a fratello maggiore [ie an eldest bro vs younger bros]. Believe me, it is no picnic.”

MoR: “It is no picnic with sisters either. Brothers and sisters – one doesn’t choose. My ‘eldest brother’ (the one in the poem), I chose myself. And he chose me being an only child.”

I then narrated two stories somewhat regarding the ehm éducation sentimentale we two lived together (see below).

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At this point Jenny popped in (I guess she had already read the stories I now paste below) :

Jenny: “What a sweet photograph of you! I must tell you, in the small town where I grew up: three Catholic churches and nothing but boys with surnames like Petruso, Petrillo, Gianti, Limano, D’amico…the list goes on and on…”

MoR: “Jenny, yes, Italians are scattered all over the world. One blunt question allow the silly man such as I am: did you feel desire for these Petruso, Petrillo, Gianti, D’amico and so forth?

Jenny: “There he is: the charming and disarming Man of Roma. Not the place here for relating episodes from my ehm éducation sentimentale. We will just say, generally, that as Italians are scattered all over the world, girls (all over the world) like them.”

MoR: “What?? Even old (and odd) Italian blokes like me? Next time don’t forget your telephone number” (my usual flirtatious tone, what a moron I am 😦 )

They Were Ready to Eat us Alive

Ok. Time to get back to Paul and to my ‘sex souvenirs’. I’ll remind you I was telling Paul:

MoR: “My ‘eldest brother’ (the one in the poem), I chose myself. And he chose me. Nothing sexual between us tho LOL, quite the contrary.

In fact as soon as we got the foggiest interest in the other sex our hunt began and became scientific. We had hunted lizards, mice, birds (you name it) – it was time for bigger preys we thought.

We were 12-13 (in the image below I am 7, but via the link above you can see him at 13).

Our first move was therefore a girls orphanage 15 minutes on foot from our houses, the Istituto Thevenin. The girls, from 8 to 16, were more than ready to eat us alive. They could not. The darn nuns were ALWAYS watching for virtues that didn’t give a damn to remain virtuous, or so it appeared to our boys’ minds.”

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Story one ended, I then addressed readers and said:

“One anecdote that may be funny or annoying, according to who is reading. It regards ehm our (mine and my ‘eldest brother’s) éducation sentimentale.”

MoR at 7 in Castiglione della Pescaia. ‘He’ has to send pictures yet

Lovely Butt (With a Bottle but)

A couple of summers we both went for a maybe 15 days to Marina di Massa, on the Tuscan sea-side coast, although the rest of the summer we continued to spend it in Arezzo’s country as usual.

We now were 13-14 maybe.

One day while we were driving a tandem bicycle along an isolated road we saw a woman walking alone on that same road who had a great ass – we thought. I frankly still today believe she actually had.

In any case she was carrying a bottle of wine in her left hand and we being behind her but not that close we pedalled up to her and BAM! I slapped her ass with my left hand (I was a leftie and was freer since sitting in the back seat).

She yelled a bit at us but not much, and laughed also, she perhaps being 30 or something.

Aphrodite Kallipygos
Had Venus Kallipygos (ie Venus of the ‘beautiful buttocks’) the best butt in Antiquity? Scholars are still debating (via Wikipedia)

Terribly excited about our success (she had laughed!) we made a big U turn through side roads and there again behind her we were, pedalling this time up to her with all possible softness in order for her not to be aware of us.

BAAM I went again. She much surprised turned around, probably not thinking we would dare again, and this time she yelled a tad more angrily, but not that terribly angry – or so it seemed to us.

Made therefore even more daring and like drunk so as to try our luck a third time, there we drove on that road once more but before we could get close enough to slap her round bottom again she turned around abruptly and furiously holding her bottle towards us she really YELLED this time something like:

“Se un la smettete di fare i bischeri vi spacco questa bottiglia su quella testaccia!!! COGLIONI chevvoisiete!!!”

(“If you don’t stop play the jackasses I’ll smash your heads with this bottle, ASSHOLES!!!”)

Taken aback by such fierce reaction we lost control of our tandem that hit the side-walk curb – which caused the front tyre to burst – and headlong we fell over the side-walk asphalt.

Gosh now of course we felt more humiliated than excited and didn’t know what to do in such an embarrassing situation. She was looking still furious at us but after a while her eyes softened a bit (possibly seeing how young we were and how embarrassed we were? Or for some other, unhoped-for, reason?)

In the end she smiled at us and laughed. We laughed back and felt some joy coming back.

But I guess we learned that, when gambling with Fortune (and maybe at that age, I don’t remember, when playing with people) one has to know when it is time to stop.

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Sex and the City (of Rome) season I

16 thoughts on “Sex and the city (of Rome). Season II. 1

  1. Wonderful. I can’t wait to catch up with Season I episodes of the Sex Saga. The photo and the story of your, ehm, éducation sentimentale are adorable.
    It reminds me of a similar incident that happened to me, and that I briefly narrated HERE

    Thanks for adding my button on your sidebar 😉

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    1. Thank you Ele. Adding you there? A pleasure and surely a great suggestion to readers.

      And, are you sure you’re adult enough to read Roman Sex saga season I ? 😉

      I well remember that anecdote, the baby ‘dancing the conga’ in your belly and you, a steaming, tanned-legged future mother addressed ehm like that by that 19-year-old Italian dude riding a Vespa.

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  2. @Sledpress
    @Jenny

    Thanks for the clip Sled. Fellini is a bit insane. That’s why he’s great. Well, being nuts doesn’t make us automatically great, but the great really great person:

    He/she’s not but folly’s slave
    From the cradle to the grave.

    PS
    Terrified? It’s carnal (and surreal) Fellini at his best. Such a thing probably happened to him in real life when he was very young. Huge boobs are everywhere in his films. Well, too big to me or to most people anyway.

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      1. I imagine Fellini’s home full of drawings, paintings of boobs all over the place, not to mention huge vaginas even more, an element appearing in his films as well, as if he were afraid to be … devoured by The Woman (or something).

        Many drawings he drew himself he being a pretty good drawer / cartoonist. I met an artist / painter years ago (Giuliano something) who helped Fellini in such art work. Fellini loved ‘faces’. His films are packed with often grotesque faces. He first started with ideas of faces in his mind, then made caricature cartoon art out of them (or had them made by pros) and only later he hunted for the real-people faces (actors, people in the street) which most corresponded to his initial visual ideas.

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  3. I paste here *Cheri’s* comment on this story.

    Cheri:

    I’m howling, laughing, picturing this wonderful scene, so full of life and mischief. Storytelling extraordinaire, here.
    What I especially like is her smile back at you two junior high school boys.
    That smile was generous and in a way, supportive of your prank.

    MoR:

    Cheri, you have this virtue of making me joyful each time you comment. Thank you, Queen.

    Right, we were elated, childishly proud since in the end she was supportive of our mischief and we of course hoped she was not completely indifferent, in a ‘certain way’ I mean. Not that that pushed us further along the damnation path 🙂

    Since many other more crucial events occurred in the years that will follow.

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      1. Good morning. Just email it to him and if you have a FB account please post it in your wall asking your friends to follow you. Thanks hombreromano y un abrazo,

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