Red light district, where all is allowed... You little faggots, I want to see how you're fucking; wankers, down to your knees with your big sword on guard. Lord, who's the most beautiful piece of ass of the realm? At midnight sharp, along the river, I'll be waiting for the brave who dares to think of herself. We have our weapons, and calibers inferior to mine won't be accepted... Welcome to the fire of hell!

Title: Talents Description: What I’m looking for? Well, if you think you’ve got what it takes to be a model, I am interested. And if somebody else know anybody who may have what it takes, I would like to know. It could be any girl, your sister, your cousin or a friend; it could be your neighbour; just let me know. Becoming featured on my site in this area for new talents could be quite an opportunity for the right person. You should be over 18. If you are younger, I would still be interested in meeting you, but you must make sure a parent or a guardian will accompany you if you come to meet me. What’s the deal? I organise you a professional photos, I feature you on my site and I deliver you the book for your other castings. Response from my site I deliver to you together with contacts. And if you are the ONE I promote you in this business. My criteria for signing models: 1. Do I think I can get you work? 2. Do you have the character to develop your talent, work hard and demonstrate a reliable professionalism? This market does not focus on runway modeling, but rather emphasizes print and catalog work. Because print jobs and internet modelling don't have height requirements I sign exceptional talent even under 5'4” - 160cm. You also don’t need to be anorexic, but a beautiful face is quite required. And yes, busty or less, but interesting. You might have not even tried it yet, but on the photo you might look like never did before. Let me judge it. My models could be still going to school or in university, or working and/or taking acting classes, it doesn’t matter, but with the material I give them together with being featured on this site they can audition for television commercials as well as traditional modeling assignments . The international and prints markets are now increasingly diverse. Anekee needs girls of different ethnicity and backgrounds. And if you are interested and if the market is interested, I can create your own site and promote you in this business, too. Money doesn’t smell bad over here. If you are interested in representation as a model in one or the other way just mail me recent photos, and I will review them as rapidly as possible. You don’t need professionaly taken pictures, snapshots are sufficient. If I am interested in discussing representation I will contact you back for an appointment. My contact is under "Touch me" on this web site. Don’t send stuff right the way, just contact me first. We’ll start from there.

Title: Rise! Description: Anekee is my name, but somehow it is becoming the trademark of a policy of Independent Mindedness, as a symbol of Anarchy, the activity of single ones as opposed to the order of the societal whole. No organization or ideology, just individuals acting out of their inner feelings and motivations, as I did with my site. Or as Orwell making his heroes have sex, and eat chocolate and drink coffee. Or as you could step into action by making Anekee graffiti with the A in the circle - by means of a red spray over some wall in your home town... It doesn't really matter what the action is, as long as it is independent and bearing no relation to any organized system of thought. Doing something will mean you are refusing the world around you as it is NOW... non-acceptance is the first move toward eventual change... You must understand that you can operate in a direction opposite to the current stream, and for this only feel better, because this very action will make you feel existent. Anekee is a declaration of existence... and there's a whole army of humans out there that every single day feel their social death, and all I want to give them is confidence in acting... If it wasn't for that, I would never post my pics. Here I will post those of the activists and their works, be it graffiti or whatever related to Anekee. Stand up and act, oh Individual!

Title: A letter from a fan Description: It's been 20 minutes since my phone call, telling you that I am on my way from the hotel in Milan where we agreed I should stay, and I meet you in the cafe where you directed me to. Me sitting, my eyes on the door, as you enter, and instantly my heart flutters, my dick stirs and I am unable to focus on anything except how beautiful you look in person. My dick is throbbing and growing and my eyes tear as you see me, smile broadly, and walk towards me as I stand and meet you, smile close to you, and say, "Hi, wow, so glad to finally meet you," and three minutes later we are in a narrow hallway, one hand massaging your ass and squeezing your cheek and the other hand milking a tit that I pulled from your dress with your help as I bury my face into the softness of the other tit. No food, we leave straight away, me forgetting a small pile of change on the table and whatever it was I had been reading as we walk excitedly, talking too fast, each smiling and laughing, and ten minutes later, I am laying on my back, your tit dragging over my face, as you feed your boobs to me and I work two fingers up your asshole. Rolling over, you grind your cunt up into my knee as I kiss your chest and suck your tits and kiss your shoulders and torso and run my tongue across your waist and belly while I finger fuck your asshole and suck your tit and get a fuck rhythm going with my hand and latch on to your nipple with my mouth, and between sucking your tit I switch off to tongue kiss you and back to titsucking and up to gently kiss your lips. My hand washed, the fingers pump your cunt as I kiss your belly and slide the hand deeper harder faster, two fingers, a third finger, finally four fingers rapid slamming up your pussy and finally opening your legs and crawling between to position my dickhead up your cunt, and in the first stroke glide it balls deep with your tit in my mouth as I moan while sucking tit and groan with how good it feels to have your pussy clench around my dick buried inside you. When your pussy juice is completely soaked into my dickskin, I swiftly get my face between your legs and tongue your cunt and flick the clit and wash back and forth up and down tongue you tongue you and suck your cuntjuice and lick you and hold your asscheeks in my hands as your thighs tighten around my head and suddenly i can hear nothing as you clamp your thighs around my head and your ass lifts and I hold the cheeks in my palms as you slam your cunt into my face and cum on my tongue. I may be sensitive and kind, but the best way to fuck a woman is after she's sprayed her cum, and my whole goal is to make my date cum as much as possible so her cunt is a frictionless love chamber to pump and slam and bang and bounce into. Arms straight, hips pistoning, I slam missionary up your pussy while leaning forward and trading soft kisses and kissing your cheek and your lips and your nose and tongue kissing as you twist my nipples and pull them. Ten minutes after blowing my cum up your pussy and getting you off for a final time, we dress, we walk on wobbly legs and go to the gelateria for the wonders of ice cream and to rest against one another in the sunshine as we eat gelato together. I'd say a cafe and gelato would be a good first date. Course, we have to remember to order ice cream.

Title: In The Car Description: The car. In the night. A deserted place, the lights of a city in the distance. Our very first time. I let the seat down, your hands are beaded with sweat. I pass mine through your hair, a silent whisper... I diffuse myself, lower my behind almost to the edge of the seat. I want it to remain slightly turned towards you. Oh gee, whadda heck she doin'... your feverish thought, while watching me the way I lean, the way I caress the headrest with my hands. And my tits swell my bra in the arrhythmic whirl of the heartbeat... We stay silent. You put your hand on my thigh, under the dress, sliding down the suspender belt... and I shift it, for it's too near. You still mustn't see how wet I am, not yet. Vanquished, you say: Anekee, hell, give me a sign, something... and there your hand is under the edge of my silk stockings again. You kiss my neck, and in that very moment I doubt no more. I know you will be screwing tonight. Just a few more seconds, your lips will glide down on my hot little pussy, you'll suck it so voracious as you've never been before with a woman. Shocked by how quiet her outside, and so liquid, and fucking tight, and tasty inside, oh my god. You'll stick first one, then two fingers inside me, far deeper than you can dare, intertwining my hips without the faintest trace of shame, shifting aside the little creased stripe of my tanga... There! lifting up my left leg until it's on your thighs... and like that, good, you start rubbing it on your bulge inside your pants. We're fucking dry, yes, my boobs overflow from my bra rolled up, now they're free at last, and the two nipples like two granite points. From behind you knead, gripping them with both hands while kissing my lips. Something's missing, eh? you say through your smile... and I go back to my post, your tie I claw, now I'm sucking your tongue... and there my thighs rolled up around your waist. The zipper is open, "Know each other...", you let your big burning rod free. Not a single word, I lift my ass posing it on your strong big hands, help me move a bit upper on the seat. I feel the gland on my clit, you didn't place it well, it should stay a couple of inches lower, but this I cannot allow. I'm breathing into your ear. Something wrong with you?... as we shouldn't have like this, without it, we've just known each other for a few hours... but it's clear there's nothing wrong. Why should there be anything? Not even in your dream, that after few e-mails exchanged you'd end up like this... I hold your brawny shoulders waiting for that old game... I know, you'll come in first with your finger, and then, with some magic you'll let it out. You're humiliating my intelligence, that's just what I find the most exciting. The little cunt crushes your fingers, and they come out, just a second - be quick, so I won't notice! - between my legs a bigger and more natural thing is squirming. Auchhh! hey, don't think I'm not familiar with your little trick between my legs, it's also that I cannot stop that painful pang you've filled me with. Ah, you're looking into my eyes with that winner look. You're boning me even though I didn't want to give it to you, and now you remind me of that. How fast are you coming? Are you silent? Swearing? Where? Careful... not inside right today that it's dangerous... ahh... And you now say that IS the point, that I'm so excited because I'm on heat. I'm making you the babe, haha, now I'm going to make you the babe... and you drooling through your teeth, ah, that swinish smile, now you slam me faster, faster! You're crushing my tits with your knees! the only position where the pussy is exposed like on a dish, so, right, you can see how the snake goes in and out, the way I remain open when you pull it out... Still faster, you're deep into... you unhook it. Silent, two sharp sprays, a white paint all over me. It's already melting on my boiling skin, not even an ice-cream would so. Now, last act, you rubbing your half-struck squeezed cock on my boobs sprinkled, then you do lower it into my mouth, the little morsel. I cannot but shut up. Till the last drop. But, seriously... are you thinking of me? How come! Swine, describe to me the way you're fucking me in your imagination, let me see how you jerk off... I trusted on you, now it's your turn...

Title: On parade Description: One of the most frequent questions people ask me is what I look like in daily life, in the streets, and among people... In short, they can't figure me deprived of my "mask" and free from the vision I have of myself. So I've decided to put my digital camera in the hands of the passers-by more often, first to see myself through the other's eyes, and then to let myself be watched by you who are always trying to lend me who knows what kind of build image. I'm a girl whose figure is not exactly slender, I guess you've realized it by now even though your attention is rightly focused first of all on my Diary and New Life Tips. I must then admit that these undulations of mine are causing some more light giddy fits than the average 18 y.o. girls of here. And this concerns mostly those married men in the supermarkets who, while trailing beside their sweet wives, try in vain to hide their squalid excrescence behind the cart they push in resignation. And you could notice how they quiver with their looks riveted on my low cut dress and erect nipples when I bend down to take a tub of ice-cream in the frozen food section. Then you have some men not much of the gentleman's kind: they see me at the pool where I usually go to on Saturdays afternoon, and keep rubbing their own secret positions (don't worry, they are gentlemanly enough to cover their gems by means of a towel). Not to mention some grandpas and many teens who seeing me at the beach feel their little wet rod champing so much that they are obliged to unleash it – taking advantage of the fact that they are dipped into water up to their waist - behind the spectacular curtain of the Ligurian waters. Thousands of situations, thousands of hidden erections (well, not really hidden, I must say...), and thousands of hands which would like to get there where you can easily imagine... Yet, tranquil and glad I stride with my breast sinuously dangling under my wet T-shirt gently caressed by the velvety waves of the sea, following my firm and unstoppable pace.

Title: Five Elements... Description: My past experiences have made me more mature and matter-of-fact than humanity itself can conceive; I don't belong to the mass, I'm outside it. The past has marked me, so that I think differently to the others, in a "distorted" way in comparison to a mind which has developed without big traumas... This way, at least, the world appears to me in a unique light, free from daily influences while of course influenced by my past. Here's what makes my vision more real, perhaps. That's also the reason why I manage, quite easily and with a certain degree of objectivity, to notice what nobody ever does: people's instinctive and superficial behavior, especially men's. In my opinion, those who surround me behave as if they still were wet behind the ears, for they don't see there are potentials far superior to those they make use of in the silliest way. They prefer to act in a quite simpler manner which doesn't oblige them to think, but shortly after they realize this isn't enough: it takes more than that - they think – it takes more thinking, more objectivity, more responsibility, in a word: more guts! And here's where man falls, like in my diary's latest tale, "The Rape". This makes me sick, and think: "How can it be that a man or a woman don't think about anything but life's banalities? Why can't they see that one gets more using one's head? Could they all be a bunch of morons? Will I ever find a man worth bearing the capital "M", or else a woman worth that name? And if ever they exist, how could I get them out of the mass so that they become more aware of themselves?" Then came out the idea of my website, whose basic meaning was that of a magnet which would separate "the good" from "the wicked", by using the same meter as in low mankind's scale: you start from the lowest step, you take people by the hand and slowly lead them towards the highest rungs. What is it for? On one hand, "the good" will understand that they haven't to despair, since it's not too late, and that even in the darkest unawareness there are guiding lights of such intellectual depth, such as Anekee and more. On the other hand, the wicked should understand (if ever they could) that a woman who goes around showing a nice pair of breasts, very often brings with her a nice pair of cerebral hemispheres too. And these can be used also for something different from filling a skullcap, a little goodwill helping. If you don't get what I mean, just keep looking at my tits, for it's no use wasting any more time with you. If instead you start asking yourself questions, it means that you're on the right track and maybe... Many will lose their way, that's obvious, but the survivors will realize that it really was worth it. The pictures which are evidence of it are the morphs in this section of my website: by distorting reality to turn it into something closer to one's desires, even only by modifying my tits as well as one's attitude towards the most important changes, one can change such reality, but to do so the morphing has to be activated. Just as a suitable graphics program can make reality look better on a computer, there are "introspective programs" allowing you to change your life's reality. The pictures to be seen here are the work of a XDX graphic artist from The Netherlands; they represent the five elements of the universe: Water, Fire, Earth, Sky, and in this case, Woman.