This is the story of that time when I was ready to renounce my entire world, abandon everything I had always believed in and professed, for a 21-year-old girl. I would have gladly traded everything for a life with her, my bisexual contortionist.
I Called Her Slutty Baby
That she was a Baby was evident from her appearance: petite, tiny, with a face that looked younger than her years. But that she was a Slut was not apparent at all: she dressed very modestly, never flashy, the classic good girl who never catches the eye.
“Oh my God, he said slut!“
Yes, I said slut. And I said it with devotion.
Out there, in the mundane world of propriety, some might read disdain or objectification in this term. You, who read my blog, know that for me this word is the highest, most beautiful, noble thing I can think of.
By Slut I mean a woman fully aware of her sexuality, in touch with her most primal side, who uses her body to connect with the divine, who drowns the uncertainty and doubts of the present in the fullness of orgasm… and who lives all this completely indifferent to the judgment of society, people, others. Nothing to do with selling oneself for money, something entirely foreign to this story.
That said, since the world often doesn’t understand, I prefer to call her Americanina, in honor of her origins (… Quebec).
She found me, as often happens, on a dating site.
As I was saying, I used that site very little. I had about 200 unread messages. Her profile wasn’t particularly flashy: she was cute, but the photos didn’t do her justice. She didn’t look like one of those overly dolled-up dolls.
My baby, however, had an extremely interesting profile, a nice ass, and a pole dance photo that suggested there might be more.
I loved that she presented herself as a girl who loves to learn, who wants to challenge herself, looking for a mentor and lots of lightness. Exactly the type of woman I seek.
So I decided to reply to her. And the conversation was interesting right from the start.
I liked that she carried it on with great interest.
The baby has very gentle manners and a way of making you feel important. This is one of her superpowers.
I find out she doesn’t live in Milan: I was about to leave for a week of sailing in a few days. I was about to put her aside, but she offered to drive an hour and a half to meet me, the day before my departure.
I appreciate it.
The Meeting
I still have in my mind the moment I saw her for the first time.
She had an old Panda, with her whole world inside (shoes, clothes, skates, objects of unspecified function).
She gets out of the car and looks at me. Smile and…
a sincere look that made me feel like the most handsome man in the world. A super stud.
We go for a drink in Darsena. The place I wanted to take her was closed, so we settle for a place like many others.
I liked her right away.
I liked that she lived alone, at only 21, supporting herself with an office job, tough but interesting.
I liked that she paid for her own studies, without asking her parents for a dime.
I liked that she was super sporty, years of gymnastics, with an amazing ass, incredible flexibility.
I liked that she had the same worldview as me: open relationships, a desire to experiment (sexually and otherwise), great mutual respect but also lots of freedom, an attraction to older men.
I loved that she was bisexual, of course.
In short, the perfect reader of this blog.
She was looking for a playmate, to explore the entire spectrum of possibilities.
And the last thing she wanted was a relationship.
She tells me that I had impressed her; that my “intimidating” (!) look made her wet, etc.
She was everything I (then) was looking for in a woman.
The point was… I liked her a lot right away.
So, what was supposed to be a date without too many expectations turned into an interesting meeting, with unexpected developments.
We keep talking, we kiss, the connection grows stronger.
Finally, I do something I’ve never done in my life with a girl I just met: I invite her to join me for the second part of my vacation.
Come on Vacation with Me
You should know that I’m an atomic pain in the ass about vacations, worse than Furio from Carlo Verdone. I hate having people who aren’t aligned with my idea of fun, adventure, and relaxation.
At 20, for my first vacation with strangers, I insisted on 6 months of preparatory dinner meetings! At each dinner, I came up with a different way to make sure everyone was aligned on the type of experience to have: mind maps, value extractions, and even… a group hypnotic regression!
Okay, I’m crazy, I know, but the vacation was a success, and we reached a level of mutual knowledge and intimacy that is still, after 20 years, the foundation of the great friendship between us.
Instead, I invited her on instinct, without too many questions. She gladly accepted.
The rest went as expected: night at my place, ritual photo lying naked on my kitchen, with my name written on her pussy.
I asked her for an anonymous photo, to her liking, to show to other friends, while I went to the bathroom for a moment. I found her naked on the couch, in an impressive split, with her face covered by my book. Hilarious: on the cover is my bearded face, so you can imagine what it’s like to find yourself in the body of a flexible twenty-year-old.
Americanina, I adore you. I’ve adored you since that moment.
The result is chilling!
I leave for the vacation, we agree that she will join me in Croatia at the end of my week on the sailboat.
While I was on the boat, given the chemistry, I asked her for a naughty video.
I believe that naughty videos are the modern equivalent of poetry, with more complicity and the ability to create intimacy and connection.
I don’t know what Dante would do, but today Beatrice would surely respond with the sweet new style of the naughty video.
Americanina sends me a little masterpiece, in which she masturbates with a small dildo from a strap-on, repeatedly moistened by her saliva, penetrating her frantically while her face paints expressions of a sweet baby getting just a shot.
I’m there, half drunk, dancing with my boatmates, I get this video and I thought
“Super slut, you’re my Madonna”.
At the end of my boat trip, I go to pick her up at the airport. Smiling, as always, I load her into the car and we go to the first hotel.
Now, I don’t know what I was smoking when I booked the hotels for the trip. I was in a hurry, leaving, etc.
Beautiful, very central, yeah… but they all looked like porn sets.
Our hotel in Zadar was like this:
A spherical room with glass walls, with only a huge raised bed in the middle, complete with a step to facilitate doggy style.
Clearly, a set like this needs to be tried out.
The spherical glass walls are something magnificent: while she was giving me a blowjob, I looked to the right and saw her Michelangelo-like perfect ass, looked to the left and saw her baby face sucking. Pure bliss.
By the way, I love that before putting on the condom, she tests it by blowing into it, like a bubble gum tester.
How do you think the first night went?
Well, after a week on the boat, with practically no sleep, drunk all the time, with terrible fatigue… all that goodness presents itself to me, in this porn set-like scenario.
And so I came right away, in what I think was the worst performance of my life, hahaha.
Anyway, it was fine. We recovered well for the rest of the vacation.
I remember one evening in Dubrovnik, where I had excited her so much that we had to run (run!) from the old town to the hotel to avoid doing it on the street.
Another funny anecdote: the hotel in Zadar was right in the center, our window overlooked between the cathedral and the baptistery. In the following days, we went at it, with her often clinging to the window watching tourists in the square photographing the ruins.
Every time she asked me:
“But can’t they see us?!”
And I:
“No way, it’s basic physics. There’s less light in the room, they can’t see us during the day. Go down and check, I’ll stay here in position. Call me and tell me.”
And… yes, they could see everything 🙂
Americanina’s Body and Skills
Several things struck me about Americanina.
First of all, her body is both soft and very firm: steel muscles sculpted by daily workouts, covered by soft skin and a very thin but pleasant layer of fat.
I squeeze her tightly and understand what Bernini’s Pluto feels when he touches Proserpina for the first time: a hard and soft consistency at the same time.
Moreover, she’s a great blowjob queen.
She combines youthful enthusiasm with sincere devotion and remarkable technique, despite her age.
One of the things I love most about Slutty Baby is that mix of innocence and sluttiness.
She explained its origin to me: she was with a guy for several years who, on one hand, shared her desire for experimentation, on the other was jealous and insecure.
An oxymoron that revealed its full power when they frequented swinger/erotic clubs: she could blow whoever she wanted and do any dirty thing, but… the only one who could penetrate her was her boyfriend!
Basically, I was the fourth guy she had sex with and about the 180th she had blown!
Another admirable thing is her kindness.
Upon waking up, she would say “I’m thirsty, please let me drink?”.
And after I came in her mouth, she always thanked me.
Even outside the bed, she was always kind, with everyone, of any profession and role. Partly it’s a cultural legacy (I won’t give details for privacy), partly it’s due to her being an adorable baby.
A Vacation a Lifetime Long
I’m not going to tell you all the beautiful things we did on that vacation. The deep conversations. The closeness on a soul level. It started as a light thing, to spend time without expectations. It became a deep connection.
A great bond was immediately created, mentally and emotionally: we talked all day, about everything, until late at night. There were never any silences, there was always something new to share, something to joke about.
Many of my peers lash out against my preference for young girls, asking me “But what do you talk about with a young girl?”. Well, I don’t know why, but the most interesting and stimulating discussions I’ve had were with girls under 27.
Moreover, she has an energy and liveliness that refreshed me a lot.
I spent the whole vacation capturing her doing handstands in the most picturesque places, attempting absurd gymnastic poses balanced on trees, climbing walls, getting stuck in doors and alleys, walking on her hands among incredulous tourists and locals.
And we laughed, how we laughed.
I even took her bungee jumping, too bad I didn’t do it with her.
Clearly, there were also things I didn’t like:
- outside of sex, she didn’t like physical contact. As we went on, she loosened up a bit, but at first, it was a bit heavy for her.
- In public, if there were children, we could kiss but not with the tongue… I still don’t get this one. But it annoyed me a bit.
- She had terrible musical tastes (like all twenty-year-olds, hahaha). Seriously, if you want to date under 23s, never let them play that so-called music while you’re driving!
- She was a pain about how I drove, convinced I wanted to kill cyclists. In fact… you have to kill someone with that music in the background!
That doesn’t change the fact that I was having the best vacation of my life, experiencing emotions I had never felt before.
You can understand why she was so special to me.
But the final blow was discovering her story.
The Final Blow
I had sensed a turbulent past. She ended up confiding very personal things to me. Although this post is anonymous, without any details that could identify her, I prefer to remain silent about it.
To be clear, it’s also possible that she told me a bunch of bullshit.
However, if there was even a chance that what she told me was true, every fiber of my being wanted to love her. I wanted to take care of her, help her heal her wounds and see her flourish, fully realized in her potential.
This is an important passage because it marks two changes:
- maybe she was extraordinary, maybe I had unlocked things in me and perhaps she was just in the right place at the right time, maybe it’s the savior syndrome… but I fall in love with her. Damn, I fall in love with her!
- It’s the first crack in our relationship. She never asked me for anything. She never asked for help. She never asked for love. She just wanted to spend light time with an interesting person. I fear she later thought “Why the hell did you fall in love too? You told me it never happened to you and I chose you for that reason too.”
Maybe point 2 isn’t fully clear.
To be fair, I declare that here we enter the realm of hypotheses. In my opinion, deep down, she thinks:
“You can’t let go, you can’t fall in love, leave them before they leave you. In the end, they all disappoint you, hurt you, abandon you when you’re vulnerable.”
In fact, she confided in me that she had never fallen in love and wasn’t looking for love.
In fact, she finds it boring when interesting relationships become mundane, with men who want to reduce her freedom and chain her.
Cupid, You Old Bastard
Anyway, I fell in love.
It happens, you might say.
Hell no, I say.
It hadn’t happened to me in 20 years.
I fell in love like this only one other time, at 16.
Unrequited love, which caused me great suffering, made me humiliate myself in my eyes and lose respect for myself.
As I would later discover, this childhood experience created an unconscious block towards love in me. My whole life, from that moment on, was conditioned by this.
I’m a huge fan of personal development, psychology, and self-improvement. In my life, I’ve read over 1000 books, and a good third of them are on this topic. I study to become a better person and fully dedicate myself to helping my girls in their lives.
I have coaches and mentors with whom I periodically review my limits and unlock parts of my life.
The week before meeting the American girl, I stumbled upon this limit and resolved it with a session of hypnosis/deep restructuring and other techniques. Stuff that takes 2 years in psychoanalysis but here you do it in one session.
Powerful stuff.
Too powerful: after the session, I thought I was the same, still didn’t know what it meant, hadn’t changed my worldview.
So, when we met, I thought I was just like the American girl: “Who needs love!”, craving freedom, experimentation, connection.
After the vacation, the American girl and I were no longer aligned: I had started loving again, she hadn’t. At least she didn’t love me.
The further we went on the vacation, the more tender, affectionate, and taken by her I became. I was no longer the cool guy from the start, I was giving everything, immediately, without any emotional investment in return.
In reality, I saw that she was also opening up, becoming more affectionate, but more slowly. I was a raging river, probably too much. The dam had broken, and an avalanche stored for 20 years was about to crash down. On a girl who wasn’t looking for love.
Plot Twist!
And here, at the peak of my happiness, comes the plot twist that pierced me like a spear.
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** Opening image copyright by Luis Quiles
