Andrea Biscaro
FFF – Foot Fetish Flowers

The collaboration continues between Andrea Biscaro and the people at Brè Edizioni, through their label Eroscultura, which focuses on quality erotic fiction. In FFF – Foot Fetish Flowers, the author invents a short story divided into 5 moments or episodes: beach run, dinner with friends featuring chicken, meeting at the bar, poetic interlude, and raw reality (as I have named them).

The book, the second by Biscaro that I have read from his erotic production, also seems to belong to a genre that flirts with the typical comic book script, in which he also boasts considerable albums in this art.

What I like most about this book are: the brevity (not for its own sake), within which the novel must find its strength and stature to capture interest in the smallest space, thus inducing the writer to devise in constructing scenes and ideas - here they open up to us like chained virtual pop-ups, aiming to provide depth to the plot - which must push to the maximum to entrap and seduce the reader.

The second strength is constituted by the construction of the main character, Sabrina, our heroine. I appreciated very much the different facets encountered and especially the part related to her inner world, therefore her thoughts, which I find often mirror the places surrounding her and which are not merely a backdrop for the described scenes, even dipped in deep red.

In particular, such interpenetration offers a cross-section of reality (i.e., the narrative fiction) inserted into another perspective of imaginative environments, as if they were soul and body that breathe simultaneously in the story, coexisting in a dreamlike collage of moments, probably torn from the author's memory's perception, defining a disorienting emotional state with a metaphysical/cinematic flavor. A rarefied zone that can lead one’s mind back to the atmospheres of Antonioni, of Conrad.

The model and influencer, Sabrina Laurenzana, lends herself to collaborate with Andrea Biscaro (as in the previous Ai tuoi piedi, also for Eroscultura, 2021) and to give a concrete image to the protagonist. Thanks to the QRCode inserted in the book, it is possible to enjoy 17 color photographs portraying her in her sexy and fetish splendor!

Thirdly, I would like to linger on the eros point. Andrea Biscaro infuses carnality and lust into the characters, especially the starring Sabrina, social star of the foot fetish, as much as into the limit situations she encounters, by vocation and mission, generating a desire for sensuality and explicit femininity. “The voice digs into me like an additional cock. I offer myself to him, completely. Like an oyster wide open in the sun”; “I drink in gulps, to satiation, while having repeated orgasms that soak my panties. I feel my juice running down, along the thighs. Down, along my ankles and on my little feet. I curl my toes. Stretch the arches. Gulp.” Even black humor and splatter tones (see the episode where Checco appears!) are not absent; paradoxical, surreal, sci-fi, and futuristic situations emerge; there is a lot of meat on the fire, yet well blended into a long-drink decidedly measured, surprising in taste, varied; also rich in spicy, intimate, and sensitive suggestions.

Through Sabrina, we grasp cues not only erotic: feminism knocks, equally the vision of love, read in the light of the intrusion into the sensual and affective sphere of ‘android machines’; and then the desire for a dimension that is the real gratification of the ideal love relationship, pertaining to courtship and opposed to those tainted dynamics that now seem placed in a future reaching the threshold of the android dimension's conformity, to the point of desiccating the magic (longed for, lost) that must spark between two people. Sabrina sighs for other relationship modes, although caught in the comforting dilemma of virtual success.

In the midst of the story FFF – Foot Fetish Flowers, phantasmagoric on a scenic, sensory, and narrative level, there is even a poem - and here I do not fail to note the inspired vein belonging to the writer, confirmed both as an author of poetic texts and in the role of songwriter with the duo Secondamarea - exciting, sensual, with pornographic accents. An interlude that prolongs the state of anticipation, brimming with overwhelming desire, born from the encounter between a man and a woman and unravelled by lust, debated by that extended breath of mounting excitement and announced by feline (or feral) calm, where space and time underlie an infernal parenthesis of engaging passion with mysterious undertones. And the senses beat the drum of their urges, projecting and dissolving who knows where.

The writing is minimal, provocative, sharp, and the text is not without enjoyment and great curiosity.

"Behind me, I leave nothing except the sensation of a vibrant dream. There is no hole on the beach, no trap. No rope, either, obviously. Perhaps no invisible man. Women's fantasy is overflowing, I have always said. When we masturbate, we imagine astonishing, fabulous things. Sometimes a fantasized fuck is better than a real one."