My 10 Steamy Days with a 19-Year-Old Swedish Sex Kitten, Part I
Perhaps I should have titled this post, "Pippi On My Penis" but aside from pushing the boundaries of good taste, some of you might not get the reference to "Pippi Longstocking", the eponymous star of the series of children's books by Swedish author Astrid Lindgren.
In any event, this past Thursday, I wrapped up ten surprisingly lovely days with a young lady we'll call "Pernilla", whom I first met in September, in London, when I was conducting a Speed Seduction® seminar.
She had come as the guest of a guest, a German fellow from a "seduction lair" in Berlin, who in turn had been invited by some local London pick-up/seduction gurus, whom I had invited.
One of the first things I noticed about her, aside from her Nordic good looks, was that she was quite strong-willed. Unlike 90% of my female guests, she steadfastly refused to come to the front of the room for me to demonstrate some techniques. In any case, even from her spot in the very back of the room, seated right next to the German guy, I was clearly getting to her: I could see her blushing beet-red when I directed my attention to her.
So it only came as a mild surprise when I checked my email the evening the seminar had concluded, and saw that she had sent me a message--quite cleverly incorporating one of the "indirect compliment" strategies I had taught the guys that very day, along with her phone number.
We made arrangements for her to meet me at the hotel the following evening, and after half an hour over a beer, I simply walked to the elevator and she followed. That's when I first discovered this girl was quite more than I could have expected.
As soon as the elevator door closed, she said, "Why do you think I'm here? Do you think I came here just to fuck you?"
Now, not to brag, but I've been with LOTS of women. Some direct, some not so direct. But in my entire amorous career, I've never had any lady lay it on the line (no pun intended) quite so quickly or directly, much less a girl ten days shy of turning 19!
"Well, Pernilla" I replied. "I'm not sure why you're here. But I am sure I only want to do what feels comfortable for us both. So why don't we find out what that is?"
Note to potential seducers: I meant what I said to the lovely Ms. P. I really do only want to do what is comfortable for us both. But notice that my response is also very vague: I don't mention what it is we'll both find comfortable, so it leaves open virtually any possibility, without creating any pressure. What I've found that women usually mean, without being able to voice it clearly is, "Hey, I want to fuck you silly, but please don't make me feel pressured or feel like a slut."
I won't get into details of what happened once we reached the privacy of my room except to say Pernilla truly surprised me with both her enthusiasm and genuine "talents". Her only response to my curiosity about her skills was, "I'm a natural".
Indeed she was. Not only that, but her body was flawless. I kept turning her over in the bed, saying to her, "Where are your wrinkles? Where are your saggy bits? I don't see any!"
She actually thought it was funny, and said, "Who do you think you've been fucking? An OLD person?"
Now, as if this weren't enough of a great time, the next day I got a text message from this classy young lady THANKING ME FOR A WONDERFUL TIME and telling me, "it was worth being tired today!"
Ok, she's gorgeous. Her body is perfect. She's funny as hell. She's great in the sack, and she has the class to say "thank you" the next day.
So was it any wonder, once I got back to the States, that I text her an offer for a special birthday present: I'd fly her out to LA to visit me for ten days.
Less than 24 hours later, she text me back with an unreserved and resounding "yes".
Little did I suspect just how much this amazing young lady would get to me, and how genuinely deeply we'd wind up connecting.
Coming up this week: Part II: welcome to Los Angeles, and "jag har vill din fitta!
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