How To Do Good To Men

By Blueangy

“Men are struck by my eyes; they find them wondrous. After all, you know that if I enter their desires with the sensuality of my body, it's always my gaze that capti+ vates and nails them.” This book of startling candor, through the true story of perhaps Italy's most famous escort, shines a light without hypocrisy on a vast hidden layer of Italian society that everyone knows exists but that all prefer to ignore. And it reveals a double truth about the male world: only superfi+ cially triumphant, often absurdly fragile, in need of the consolation of another's dominance. A world ready for anything rather than facing a genuine relationship with the feminine aspect of the world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9781446737477

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- Book 1 - 

How To Do Good To Men

life and advice from a perfect courtesan

- Blueangy -

Copyright ©, Blueangy, 2023

All rights reserved. No parts of this book may be copied, distributed, or published in any form without permission from the publisher. For permissions contact: [e-mail].

ISBN: 978-1-4467-3747-7

Imprint: Lulu.com

Cover designed by Wavefront Explore llc

Edited by Dean de Servienti

Tu le connais, lecteur, ce monstre délicat,

– Hypocrite lecteur, – mon semblable, – mon frère!

Charles Baudelaire, Les fleurs du mal

Men are captivated by my eyes; they find them enchanting. Despite entering their desires with the sensuality of my body, my gaze always enthralls them and holds them captive. This remarkably candid book unveils, without pretense, the vast underground realm in Italy—a realm everyone acknowledges but prefers to ignore. It exposes the duplicity of the male world, which appears successful on the surface but is often absurdly fragile, seeking solace in the dominance of another. Men are willing to go to great lengths to avoid confronting genuine connections with the female part of the world.

"Blueangy"

is a pseudonym,

a stage name chosen by the author.

This is her first book.

Chapter 1

Today, while strolling, my attention was captivated by an advertisement for a fragrance called Ange ou Démon displayed in the window of a perfume shop. Angel or Devil. The alluring black and white photograph showcased a woman’s face, half shrouded in shadows and half bathed in light. As I gazed at the display, my reflection in the glass revealed a smile. If there’s one thing I understand well, it’s the duality of being both an angel and a devil. It goes beyond mere charm, seduction, or eroticism. I embody the role of an angel for men by bestowing their love and happiness. However, to accomplish this, to enable them to revel in the act of making love, I assume the role of a devil. Angel & Devil. You understand the significance. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have requested to prolong your dream, your illusion—the illusion of possessing an exclusive relationship with an angel and a devil. You relish hearing me speak of myself while I’m naked, baring my soul. It’s as if I belong to you, solely to you. Similarly, I enjoy conversing with myself in the mirror completely naked.

However, you must understand that the presence of a mirror alters the dynamics. At that moment, I cease to be exclusively yours. You gaze upon my flawless physique, my pussy, my ass, my slender hips. They both arouse and perturb you, enticing you to converse. But at the same time, they unsettle you. My life in itself troubles you. You are willing to change me, to offer your help for making me another person, and you label this as love.

Ultimately, you would like to be the only one to fuck me, wishing to deny me to others in the name of love. Jealousy consumes you when it comes to others. Perhaps it’s time for you to save yourself. Do you desire it? Maybe it’s time for both of us to seek our salvation. Before asking me to lead by example, consider your actions and how they align with the principles deeply rooted in yourself. But it was you who initially approached me, using money as a means to possess me. Yet, you now disdain others who approach me the same way you did and consider them impure. Since discovering my humanity and professing to love my soul, (You are kind to everyone, A dog even moves you, you once told me.), you have made it a point to detach yourself from the ones who engage with hookers, sorry with escorts, or from those who engage with mistresses by comfortable. You claim to be too unhappy with your wife, yet you call her immediately after our encounters to express your love and longing for her. It is worth reflecting on your behavior and beliefs’ inconsistencies and contradictions.

Moreover, you constantly discuss with your daughter and family the excessive opulence of your second home. In this very place, you invited me into where we spent weekends engaging in sexual encounters. It’s the same place where you professed your love for me. And yet, you always despise the others who engage in fucking for money. You possess intelligence, culture, refinement, and a heightened sense of narcissism compared to others. The presumption that you label as love, your romantic and generous inclination, leads you to claim that you fell in love with not just the actress but the person behind the role I portray, behind my work that resembles closely to a theatrical performance. You expect me to become your whore. However, have you ever considered that just as I adapt to the lives and desires of others, I can also adapt to yours? You fear allowing me into your world, primarily because you are afraid that I might perceive your friends as potential clients. But let us not forget how we first crossed paths - you sought an escort, the best and most desirable. You desired me, and in that desire, you perceived yourself as very different from other men.

So, even for this, you are no different from the rest. Just like the first time when you were undressed and filled with emotions, and me, already naked, I was gently assisting you. As I gazed into your eyes and stroked your cock, I guided you toward pleasure, making you cum immediately. It’s something I always excel at. Now, you would like me to be exclusively yours, even if it’s only within the boundaries of your imagination. Faithful like a wife and tantalizing like the whore of your dreams. You may attempt to manifest and wish for it, but ultimately, it revolves around you, not me. If you genuinely want to comprehend who I am, why I pursue this line of work, and how I can embody both an angel and a devil, then lend me your ear. I am not only your client, self-righteous lover, or friend but also your brother. It’s a straightforward narrative, after all. And if, while I speak, you wish to continue feasting your eyes upon my body, by all means, go ahead. I am filled with pleasure by this.

Chapter 2

When men emerge from my doorway, they carry a vivid recollection of me that extends far beyond my physicality and sexuality. The tranquility and profound essence I radiate draws them back to me repeatedly. My clients, my lovers, return-seeking that unique connection I establish with each of them from the very first encounter. Even the most cynical and disillusioned among them feels like the sole individual, the chosen one. I am the comforting lover, providing a safe space for intimacy. While having sex is my profession, many sincerely believe that we are making love together. I even make a point of telling them: We make love. When I walk down the street, all eyes are on me. It’s rare for a man not to engage in flirtation, not to desire to lead or submit to me. Many mistakenly assume that I am interested in them, convinced they have won me. Bringing joy to men is something I take pleasure in; it also brings me fulfillment. The other day, during lunch at a trendy restaurant with a friend, he greeted a distinguished gentleman wearing glasses and displaying youthful energy despite his gray hair. Later, my friend informed me that he was a renowned philosopher.

Reflecting upon that moment, I couldn’t help but contemplate what I might have said to this seasoned philosopher who gazed at me intently, to whom I offered my warmest smile. I felt compelled to share with him that surrendering himself to the innocence of my embrace, cradled in my nudity, would bring him immense joy. I would cater to his every desire, endowing him with timeless beauty. I sensed his dreams and longings, all revealed through his gaze. For me, the sexual experience transcends mere physicality. It commences with the eyes and face, not the body. Through this connection, I possess the ability to captivate men and liberate them. I am skilled at bringing them happiness, allowing them to enjoy and embrace their fantasies. It is my artistry.

Yesterday, I encountered a young businessman with an office in Rome. He was twenty-eight years old, single, and possessed a well-toned physique. He exuded an air of refinement and success, with captivating blue eyes framed by long eyelashes. This man embodied class and ambition. He shared that he had seen me on television and wanted to get acquainted. He yearned to prove himself to me, to fuck me. Despite his apparent confidence and elegance, a hint of shyness lingered beneath the surface, though his excitement was undeniable. I gently caressed his sex through his clothing, maintaining eye contact, and almost instantly, he hardened. We undress, with me disrobing swiftly and him taking more time. Shortly after that, he seemed to lose all sense of comprehension. I moaned and sighed, my body agile and adorned with long, supple legs. My stomach is flat, my waist tight, and my breasts are generously perfect, my pussy carefully shaved. I confidently approached him, striding purposefully, and planted a passionate kiss on his neck. Naked, next to him. I swayed my body and my butt