Los vestuarios de Taekwondo.

With the hope of correcting my ladylike manners, my father thought about enrolling me in classes of taekwondo with a girl who was completely opposite to me. The first class I dragged my face across the floor and did the lesson at half-speed until the end under the attentive gaze of my old man. When the master ordered us to go to the locker room, I lagged behind the pile, unable to believe when I saw that all and each one of those boys were taking off all their clothes and entering the showers with complete naturalness.It was the exact moment where all my tantrum turned into a crazy desire to attend every lesson.


A exquisite display of men of all types and physical condition strolling naked in front of my eyes, unmindful of my attentive gaze at their groin...