The following is the documentation of an experiment. Photos and text have been taken during my first encounter with Scarlett, who I met in Tinder dating app.
December 7, 2016
4:24 p.m. Her name’s Scarlett. At least on Tinder, that is. She should be getting here any minute. As I type, she texts me to let me know she’s walking here. 21 years old, maybe she’ll strip for me and let me write as she lies there, just being naked. I crave to see what that feels like. As an alternative to photography. She’s getting close; she’s walking around Tepic. About 300 meters from here. Ideally, this would be a live portrait. A chronicle of two strangers and their bodies. Mi heartbeat is growing faster, as my writing. I know that this stranger’s arrival is imminent.
4:30 p.m. I don’t know how long it’ll be until I write here again.
4:31 p.m. SHE’S ARRIVED.
4:48 p.m. We met. She’s a child. The pictures make her look like a grownup, I think it was her attitude in them. I liked her. She’s amused by what we’re about to do, and she’s excited to have me take her pictures. She agreed to strip and have me write. She’s also agreed to have me take as many photos as I want. She’s out of the bathroom now, wearing a white onesie, like a bathing suit.
4:52 p.m. She walks around the living room. She shows me a bruise she got by bumping into her table. We talk. She’s still dressed, waiting for me to tell her to strip.
4:58 p.m. I took some pictures of her playing with Roma. She takes her unitard off. “I have many unitards”, she says. Roma smells her privates. Her tits are small, prepubescent body. I'm a little nervous. A little excited, maybe. We talk. She just asked how old I was. She walks around naked as we talk and I write. I’m still on my chair. She has pubic hair, not much. She takes a book of nudes and flips through it.
5:10 p.m. We are both lying on my bed. She’s naked. I’m fully dressed. We took some pictures in the living room. Some are nice. She’s nice. She’s not nervous at all, and that soothes me. She stares at me as I write. Every time I look at her, she’s looking right back at me. Waiting for something, maybe? She’s lost in thought, now. I’m slightly nervous. There’s silence, no more music. She prefers pictures. “What are you feeling?”, I ask. “I was thinking that I learned the word fellatio today, its meaning, I mean”. She’d read it before on a book by Vargas Llora, but she’d only now learned what it meant. I’m about to ask her something about fellatio. Yes, she likes fellatio. She says she likes to perform fellatios. More often that not, she says, she prefers to perform oral sex on someone rather than receive it.
5:31 p.m. We talk about fellatio for a while. I’m about to ask her whether she’d like to masturbate right now. My leg is on her foot. She’s confortable with me. I haven’t asked her yet.
6:44 p.m. I’m naked on the couch in my bedroom. As we talked, I caressed her legs. Quite naturally by now. I made a proposition. I went to get my computer and headphones. The playlist is “peaceful piano”. I tell her to think of that friend of hers (the one that turns her on). I kissed her carefully, starting from her stomach, tits, nipples, ribs, legs, until I reached her vagina. I was excited not to kiss her lips. (She’s now changing in the bathroom.) I went down on her for some time. Her breathing let me know she was enjoying it. We stopped together, we sort of let it fade. She celebrated me. She told, “I don’t know if you have the time, I would love to return the favor”. I rolled my eyes, hopeful, but I guess I just confused her. “Please”, she insisted, with desire. “Of course”, I said. I took my pants off and lay on the bed. We still hadn’t kissed.
6:52 p.m. (I’m gonna put some clothes on, because it’s cold in here.) (She’s still in the bathroom.)
6:57 p.m. I’m wearing clothes, sitting by the bar. I opened up a beer. I’ll take a sip, I already did. (I'll continue with my story.) I lay on the bed and she gave me the headphones. I put them on and the kissing started. Softly. She wanted to do this right. I could tell. She didn’t take any risks. (She’s out of the bathroom now.) Scalett performed her fellatio. Before she could start, before she could give me the headphones, I asked whether I could come in her mouth. She said yes. She took her time. It took me a while to come. I asked her to face me. She salivated a lot. That’s good. (She looks at me and laughs, she’s happy, she drinks water, getting ready to go out.) Coming was amazing. There was so much spit she didn’t even notice. That’s why she kept going until she sensed I was shaking. That’s good, too. (She has a babyface.) (She’s a child.) After I finished, she asked me for a tissue to blow her nose and dry her tears. We noticed that we still hadn’t kissed on the lips. “We are a fellatio kind of couple”, I said. We laughed. She lay by my sed, her head on my chest. When she turned her head to talk to me, her mouth ended up very close from mine. We kissed without thinking. That kiss was a good kiss. We got up. I got up. I took my camera and took more pictures.
7:48 p.m. Scarlett just left. I’m in a good mood.