I'm A Sugar Baby In Rome

An Italian couple “adopt” me as their own

By Stephanie Christopher

Dear Chrissy.

I am returning the check you sent me. I appreciate the gesture, really, but there is no need. I’ve found a great way to make money over here so you don’t need to worry about me, I’ll be fine.

This woman I met told me about a thing they have here called mantenuta.

It basically means you are “kept” in exchange for a little romance. I was skeptical about it, but I went on this website and there was one offer that intrigued me. It was a couple who were searching for a younger girlfriend for both of them. Separate and together they wanted to enjoy the pleasures of this younger female. Wow, I was impressed that an older couple could still be sexually adventurous like that.

I texted them and we agreed to meet. They were so sweet. They didn’t speak really good English, you know, which made them seem even sweeter. So vulnerable and clumsy.

We were all a bit nervous when we met for the first time at a cafe and got to know each other.

Then we met again and kind of sealed the deal.

“We feel very comfortable with you,” said the woman, Maria. “And if you want to try this arrangement, we would like to do it.”

“Do you want to try it?” asked the man, looking at me so hopefully.

“Yes,” I said emphatically. Because I did like them so much.

I could tell the man, Alfredo, was really psyched. This young woman having coffee with him and his wife, talking about an “arrangement” which would mean him getting to have sex with her. Fucking hell he was so horny for me, he was practically panting. But I understood. I mean, just because you’re old doesn’t mean you’re dead, you know? He still had blood rushing through his veins. He still wanted to have intensely pleasurable experiences.

Chrissy, tell your readers to imagine that they are that guy, and that they are with their wife and meeting a young woman to talk about starting a sexual relationship. Wouldn’t that liven things up for your readers, to have a daring, exciting project like this, later in life?

“You make me feel young again,” Alfredo told me that day. “So young.”

Imagine what that must be like, when a young woman says, “Yes!” to your crazy sex scheme.

Imagine the endorphins entering your brain, Chrissy’s readers. And the dopamine and the adrenaline, because that’s what he looked like, a primitive hunter tribesman who finally stumbled upon the jaguar that he’d been hunting all his life. That’s what I felt like, an exotic jaguar in a jungle of pleasure.

And by the way. But they were rich.

Oh my God, Chrissy, their “apartment” was actually a palace or something back in the day.

After that coffee, they invited me back there. They were eager to “get started” right away.