24. [Return of the AmEx, and a Legal Eagle]

After a big scare with a violent POT, I went back to the drawing board. Not just with sugar, but with life in general. I stepped away for a few months to collect myself.

I appear to have collected myself, and then some.

I have found a great SD. He's a top-notch attorney, a total sweetheart, and so far, pretty generous.  We haven't yet consummated anything beyond getting drunk at lunch with one another, and him treating me to a wonderful spa day. He's more interested in mentoring me, I believe. He's a total narcissist in that regard. I know he's only taken such an interest in me because he is truly in love with his own ego, and I, for lack of a better phrase, have the same swagger as he does. I'm confident, rather brash, self-assured, and fancy myself intellectual. I don't like losing. I think him getting close to me is the only way he will be able to feed his ultimate fantasy: fucking himself. We shall see, but for now, I play to the vanity.

And in a strange twist of fate, CC, the man of the fabled Black Amex, has been back in contact with me. He wants to start seeing me again...urghhh. I adore him to pieces, he's quite a nice man, but I can't waste my time on something so lacking. I wish I could just have my cake and eat it too, but sugar never works that way - ever. I'm kind of at an impasse. We have great chemistry and company, but I don't need another boyfriend - mine is more than enough. I want sugar, dammit!

I'M BACK!

Well, to be honest, I never really left.

CC is still a presence in my life...just not a major one. I have a new SD! Let's call him...Mr. Avionics. Still a gift daddy...kinda bleh, but then again, I don't have to make a living off of SDs right now, and I couldn't if I wanted to hahaha. But I like having a job! Weekends work so much better for me :)

22. [called it!]

I have always had this innate ability to manipulate men. Even when I was younger, considerably less attractive, heavier, and so embarrassingly awkward, I was still pulling guys waaaay above my station. They were rich, or hot, or well-connected, or all three. I think even then, before I committed to sugar dating, I had already established my standards. I created a sort of enigma about myself...who is this girl and why is she only dating this type of guy and why is she so special and would she try me out?

 

It was sugar economics. I kept my supply limited, so I was in high demand.


I also was usually the one to end things. I would get bored, or lose interest, or his true colors would come out and I'd decide it's time to leave. I would be amicable enough, but I would always leave a small trace of cruelty - a hint of "it's-not-me-it's-you" to the parting, and always, always, ALWAYS did these big, puffed-up, prideful men come running back.

Guess who is no exception to the rule?

When CC and I had our falling out, I told him not to contact me, that he knew what I was looking for, how old I was, and questioned his willingness and ability to please (along with his reading comprehension). I thanked him for everything, and also told him that for someone who wanted to take so many risks, he was sure playing it so insanely safe that had we continued, I probably would have been bored anyway, and that maybe he is too old for adventure.

 

Now, let me just say, playing bad cop is a tricky game to master. I have fucked up a lot along the way, and I do not recommend it for the faint of heart or to those who are desperate. I personally view men as superfluous and expendable objects. They're like the hydra. Chop one head off and two new ones pop up in its place. I am ruled by logic and lust - the meeting of numbers and sex. I am definitely not gonna cry if I cut one guy off and he never comes back. That's the risk you run when you play with cruelty. Either you scare them off or get them addicted.

I live by this quote from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet (which is actually a shitty play and probably his worst work...but the quote is nice):

 

I think I wounded CC a bit. Well, a lot more than a bit. I think I majorly shook him up. He wants to know that he's still got "it", that he isn't easily replaceable, that he could still drive a younger woman crazy. He's seeking validation. I am never quick to give that.

Men pursue us because they have a lack, a void. They have an innate NEED that is not being met. I'm not saying starve them to death, but take your time. Fill them up slowly. By the time you have them near the brim, you have already sunk your claws so deep that you become synonymous with the cure for what ails them. They need YOU, not the other way around.

CC called me yesterday, apologized for his bad behavior, and asked if he could take me to Vegas for my birthday. He also sent me some lovely apology gifts, and I miss his head bobbing between my legs, so I think I will give him another shot. He now knows what caliber of woman he is dealing with. I have set a precedent with my expectations and what I will put up with now. I am not going to beg or grovel or exist solely to appease someone. My needs come first. Meet my expectations and I will meet your needs - if you're worthy.

On another note, I am going on a date with a MAJOR POT tonight. SEND ME GOOD VIBES AND GOOD LUCK. 

I didn't have a chance to meet with one of my other ones last week, but the one I did meet with sent me home with a nice spoonful of sugar and a potential business deal. 

I love my life.

21. [meh]

Finance guy was a bust. Boring. Dull. Dry. Eh.

The other guy I went on a date with was also pretty meh. He was super into me but I was just not feelin it. At all. I'm also pretty sure he exaggerated his means. This is an epidemic. I call it the

                                                BLAIR WITCH DADDY!

On the surface, everything seems legit. It sounds true. There are no obvious reasons to distrust, question, doubt. You go into it thinking "This is going to be great!"
WRONG. AGAIN. WRONG.

I look at everything. It's like looking at a diamond under a microscope. From far away, it may seem shiny and bright, but under that magnification, you can see all the nicks and blemishes and discolorations and suddenly, that diamond is not looking so perfect after all.

Examples:
What kind of car does a man drive? That says a lot. Make and model and year? Mileage? Lease or own?
What brand of clothes? Are his shoes worn or well-maintained?
Is he well-groomed? Where does he get his hair cut? What is his daily routine when it comes to maintenance? Favorite products? Oral hygiene?
What kind of phone does he have?
What area does he live in? Rent or own?
What places does he like to go to? Favorite restaurants? Hotspots?
Always google. ALWAYS. Names, emails, companies...verification is the name of the game!
 

As a sugar baby, I feel it is my duty to be nosy. I'm supposed to financially pry into these men. I have to make sure they can give me what they say they can. Both parties have standards. If I meet yours yet you don't meet mine, well...it was nice knowing you. Deuces!

That's exactly what happened to homeboy. He was nice enough, but nice enough doesn't do it for me. Sorry that I'm not sorry, bye!

edit

Mr. Slattery lookalike is spending the night tomorrow while bf is at some convention in nasty Texas. I'm so excited! I'm such a sucker for lust.

Also, Monday I have a date with my BIGGEST pot to date. This guy is in everything. Finance, real estate, media, design...I better pull this one! Wish me luck :)

20. [GET IT]

Best date ever last night.

Not a sugar daddy, but a man who could give me everything my heart desires and more. I love my bf, but he is still so immature. He just doesn't do it for me sometimes. Most of the time. He's too needy for me. I need someone a little more independent.

So anyway, I met him on AM. Recently separated, wife found someone new, etc etc.
We meet at this really awesome little Italian place. SO delicious mmm. And swanky :)
Chemistry is INSANE. He invites me back for a movie. We all know what movie is code for haha.

His head game had me saying "CC WHO?!" I have never cum so hard, so fast. And he was lovin it. We did it 4 times in the span of like 12 hours. Just phenomenal. A triathlete investor sexy smart yum yum yum! Looks like John Slattery but hotter :)

Future ex-husband potential FOR SURE!

This weekend I have two big dates planned. One with ex-wall street major player, the other with a sexy sexy sexy tall tennis pro. Maybe even one more with a big finance guy :) We'll see. I'm so excited.

the world is way too good to me...

19. [a treatise on sugar daddies]

Sugar dating is like regular dating, minus the bullshit.

We date because we want something from someone. We want someone to meet our needs, whether financial or emotional or social etc;
You are attracted to someone because they have something you don't. I am attracted to established men with wealth, because I am not at that point in my life yet.

I've met with a few men in the past week. One just could not realize that I was not in this to be his real girlfriend. Um, my profile clearly states...whatever.

He had his black amex, too. He cancelled my flight, didn't give me any sugar, and put me up in a hotel. And why? I wouldn't put out.

We have an arrangement. You and I have something worked out. I want your money. You want company from a gorgeous girl who would otherwise pass you right by without so much as a sencond glance if not for the thickness of your wallet. It's EASY and EASIER to figure out.

You don't hold up your end of the bargain and guess what? I don't hold up mine.

I don't understand what is so hard to understand, and to be honest, I don't really care. I find it DISGUSTING to potentially strand a poor girl in a place she's never been because you didn't get your way - because YOU DIDN'T MEET YOUR END OF THE DEAL.

He's lucky it was me, honestly. Most girls sugar dating don't have the means to take care of a situation like this...imagine if it would have been a sugar sister on her first trip...my heart breaks because I am sure there were many girls who found themselves in just this situation with no way out.

He needs to be punched in the face and removed from the sugar bowl...like yesterday.

I'm not trying to fuck you because I care about you or have feelings for you or want to marry you. I'm trying to fuck you because of the lifestyle you have and the lifestyle you could potentially provide for me. I could give a fuck about your boring stories or your lectures or your childhood problems. Sucks that your dad's dead, whatever, but that doesn't make it okay for you to treat me or anyone else like crap, or make me emotionally obligated to you. I could give a fuck about the motivations behind your success or the issues or the implications. I am here for one thing and one thing only: to reap the benefits.

If I am not reaping, you are not sowing. Simple as that. I'm not your fucking therapist. Take your problems to someone who cares.

Also, you're not hot. At all. Lumpy face and fat...total misrepresentation of yourself. You don't have the luxury of being an asshole.

And I'm beyond glad I always save 1/2 of my sugar...


PS - starting to think the Black Amex is the kiss of death for sugar...hmmm...

18. [LAWD]

I have a lot to update you guys on! I miss y'all :(
I hope you guys are having awesome luck...I am having an amazing streak!
I'm super busy this week, so I'll sit down and write it all out later.
Been getting some weird messages, though. Think I'll share these in the meantime. Laugh with me!

MOTHERFUCKER WHY YOU GOTTA BRING GOD INTO THIS. THIS IS SUGAR AND SEX. Now I feel like I can't walk into church :(

SO SO SO what you're telling me is this is fate? This is destiny? We are meant to be? So meant to be that you can't even pay 50$ for a damn subscription so you can have your own damn profile and we can communicate freely? Something in the milk ain't clean and I really do not care enough to find out what's wrong with you, but I went to your site and you look like a gotdayum roided-out Frank the Entertainer from I Love New York. PASS.
Also your Law Enforcement bosses probably check all your shit anyway. Your pink slip is on the way, I'm sure.
P.S. You are all the least attractive qualities in man to me. Ugliest thing to a tee <3

Um, no, for so many reasons.
1.You called me by a different name when my name is clearly stated on my profile. That is not a goof-up. That is all the nails in your coffin at once.
2. I don't "look cute". I AM GORGEOUS.
3. What did the question mark ever do to you to make you pretend it doesn't exist?
4. I guess life is nice. Maybe I do need some to live.
5. Who's Jeeves?
6. I DID NOT REPLY TO YOUR LAST MESSAGE.
7. Look forward to you disappear and no send message.

LOL. Well that's what I get for not being more specific, I guess. Least he's honest?
I'll be honest: NO GAME WHATSOEVER. 

No words. Bunk ass fake ass wack ass wannabe sd. If you can't pay your bills, how can you pay me? You think I don't have bills too? You tryna ruin my credit? ...Why are you on here again?...
...I'll wait...

17. [the hangover]

Oh Buckeye...


Buckeye and I only got to spend one night together this weekend. He had to get home to his daughter. It was a wonderful night. We cuddled, mostly, had brief sex (I just get him too damn excited), and went to church together the next morning. It felt like we were married. We haven't talked much since then. Damn him and his emotional issues! I'm just gonna give him space and time. He'll come around. He always does. Haha.

The bf wants to marry me. Like soon. Soon soon. As in by the end of the week. I CAN'T COMMIT TO THIS! He's joining the military as a doctor and wants us to be settled before he leaves. Umm...no?
 

CC pitched a fit this weekend. He's flipping out because I have emotions. Sorry I cried after my first ever car crash? He also pulled this "I wish you could legally drink" card. WHATEVER. You knew my age from the get-go. It didn't matter that I was 20 when you had me bent over at the Aria in Vegas, did it? My age was the last thing on your mind I'm sure when you had my pussy throbbing on your tongue...I've no time for games and I am not going to beg.
 We had fun but you are replaceable. 

A pot is flying me to Texas next weekend...so excited! A handsome Dr, not unlike my bf, but waaaay generou$$$$. Young, handsome, UBER successful...
The bf makes between 500k to 750k a year. This Dr makes between 1.5 and 3 mil a year, and invests, owns his own clinic, and is active in commercial real estate. Hold me.

I'm also going to a Ferrari event this weekend!  A friend asked me to be his +1...can't wait to freestyle again. Tips and tricks needed, ladies! :)

16. [cavities]

Azucars, I have had simultaneously the best and worst luck ever.

Bad luck:

I got in a car accident. Totally my fault. Well actually, totally CC's fault since the heels he bought me broke while I was driving and kept me from hitting the brakes! I told him and he told me to tell him I was joking. He asked how I was and I haven't heard from him since Tuesday...a bit miffed at that. More than a bit, actually. I think he thought I was going to ask him for money. So not the case. He's the gift daddy :) The bf is paying for all repairs - nearly 10 grand between two cars! Ah. So lucky.

Lawyerman never got back to me :(

Buckeye is leaving next week.

Mr. Boots poofed.


Good luck:

I've been hooking up with this GORGEOUS guy from AM and he's married, has a baby girl, is successful, yada yada yada, and he's started to kind of hint at spoiling me. It's purely sexual between us, even though he did have me hold his baby, which was hella weird for me, but if he's giving sugar, I won't refuse!

I found a new POT, an outrageously successful one. Verified by me and everything. He is looking for the executive assistant thing and is willing to pay for a car - all through the company, of course. Very excited. We'll meet up sometime next week and see how that all goes.

I also have a FORSURE POT in Texas. He's not the hottest, but he's funny and will give me 2k a month for seeing each other twice a month. We'll see how that goes.

Buckeye and I are headed off for the weekend to say our final goodbyes to one another. It's all so very bittersweet. Though I know we will be together someday, someday is not now, as much as I want it to be. We're going to spend the next few days cuddling and having an obscene amount of sex.

Hasta Luego, mis Azucaritas tan bonitas!


Sugar Senorita

15. [did it again]

Lawyerman asked for my phone number. I sent it to him. I still haven't received a call from him. I'll probably send a follow up email, or ask some random legal question to break the ice again. Maybe I can even ask him to proofread a story I've been writing...hmmm...


Buckeye and I reached a tentative peace in recent days. He openly admitted to commitment issues, et a deep and inexplicable attraction to me. I played the "too little, too late, moved on card" but SOMETHING about that man is like voodoo to me. I can't let him go! Ugh. Somewhere between silly texts and a picture or two, I ended up at his place, snuggling and laughing on the couch. I've never been as at ease with someone as much as I am around him. IT'S ANNOYING. My bf is an incredible man, but he has never stimulated me in the same way mentally and physically, even though he is "bigger" if you know what I mean. I adore my bf and he is the best man I have ever known, but he just doesn't do it for me the way Buckeye does. Even though sex with Buckeye lasts waaaaay less time than it does with bf (I have Buckeye cumming in 2 pumps, then another few minutes and he's done ;) ), and bf and I are closer in age, and bf treats me like GOLD, I feel like Buckeye will haunt the periphery of my mind, always.


We had sex twice last night. It's kind of funny, really. We had no sex while we were "dating", but now that I am official with someone (and neither knows about the other!), suddenly we consummate our relationship. What the fuck. There are too many men in my life for me to keep straight haha.


CC is spoiling the hell out of me for VDay. Work kept us from being able to see each other this week, but I am pretty sure I should be expecting some packages verrrrrrry soon...hopefully with the Loboutins I tried on and fell in love with.

CC is so easily manipulated. I love it. We shop, he raises an eyebrow at a total, I whisper in his ear about his heel fetish and how amazing whatever item would look on me in bed, he kisses me, and we go home and fuck. That man adores me and I adore him. Him and his perpetual cowboy boots. Haha :)

14. [you never know...]

Today I took the train to have dinner with a friend. They live a few hours away and I hate driving long distances. We hd plans for 4. I missed the first train and had to catch the second.

While I was on board (business class all the way!), there was a man seated a ways to my right. He was talking loudly on the phone. I could tell he was important, the things he talked about and the way he talked about them. I even recognized some of the names - big ones.

He would look over every now and again, mostly whenever I shifted. I decided to break the silence.

I complimented him on his cufflinks, and he gave me the website for them. He would continue to catch me eye and smile at me.

I asked if he was a lawyer. He said yes. I mean, he had to be. In a suit, some loafers, a pocket square, and a matching tie. No way he wasn't.

I told him of my own law school plans, and recent acceptance into a prominent one. He was impressed. We talked across the aisle, until he motioned for me to sit next to him. He asked me if I spoke Spanish. Tcha. He surprised me when he busted out with it! He was pretty fluent, and we continued our convo.

He told me about some big plans he had, some huge MILLION DOLLAR CASES and his plans for a new Mercedes Benz. This was a man of means, you could tell. He asked me about what I do. I told him I am a biologist and a writer. He asked me what I wrote about. I responded with my usual "society, philosophy, religion" shtick. He asked me if I wrote about sex. I clammed up a bit. I can be bashful sometimes! Haha. He then continued to ask if I had a boyfriend (technically yes), what my boyfriend did (eye surgeon/modelling), and what I do for work. I told him and he was so impressed.

He asked for my card (I didn't have one on me) so I gave him my info. He told me how pretty and smart and sharp I was, and how he expected great things from me...and how I was so gorgeous and he hoped my boyfriend told me everyday.

What do you guys think? I mean, he was clearly hitting on me...should I see what I can get out of it?

At the very least, I would have an AMAZING mentor in my field. I googled him. HOLY SHIT. He is a badass above badass. It was amazing. Intellect gets me wet and if I had know what I was dealing with, I would have gotten naked on the train, for real, but what do you babes think? Too risky? Go for it? I DON'T KNOWWWW hahaha.

also, HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! <3

xoxo, Azucars!

13. [sweets!]

Today I met up with a guy from SD. He is interested in the sugar lifestyle, but from a more relation-shippy way. He wants me to go part time at work and he would supplement my income. He pulled out his wallet to give me a little sugar and WOW. He must have had seriously like 3k in 100s. All he had was hundreds! He's in real estate and he is FOINE. Tall, blonde, blue-eyed...ugh. So yum. And so slim. He has a great smile. He really liked me. Just being next to him and giving him a few little kisses had him getting visibly hard! Haha.

I googled him. He is LEGIT. He wants to take me to Aspen on Thursday. He is also willing to give me a part-time job, just to make sure I am okay. He would take care of me fully, but he wants to make sure I can take care of myself if our sugar well runs dry and the lust is gone.

He was impressed by how articulate and well-dressed I am. What can I say? I am a genius. Haha. I just know the power of some killer heels, a pencil skirt, French tips, and an education.

He also wouldn't make me move!!! :) My school is about two hours away from him. He would let me live out here while he worked, then we would go on trips together on our time off. I can't wait to see where this goes. So excited.

I think I shall call him Mr. Boots.

12. [just kidding!]

Today I had the worst day ever. It is only like 2pm. Anyway, this morning sucked.

Today I got home and there was a huge package from amazon.com outside. I opened it up of course! I was so curious who it could be from and what it could be.

IT WAS A KITCHENAID 70 PART STAND MIXER! I love baking so this to me is like giving a crack addict a mountain of coke.

I looked at who it was from. The note said "As you requested for your new place :) CC".

Then I remembered when CC and I were spending time together, I jokingly asked him to send me a kitchen stand mixer to my house.

HE REALLY DID. My day is made :)

11. [naturally.]

Buckeye flaked, yet again. Of course. He wants me, but he doesn't. I think he is just realizing that I am amazing and he will never find another girl like me and for that reason is having a hard time letting go. Whatever. He's cut off.

I'm now sitting in a hotel with CC. Today was lowkey, but awesome. I just got my own place, so he's sending me some gift cards to some really high end home decor places. He's also talking about giving me a job with his company. Now THAT would be an absolute dream.

We got a bit more personal today. I asked him about his wife. CC is married, albeit unhappily (aren't they all?). He has had affairs in the past. His last one ended because the woman's husband found out about it and made his wife call CC's family and tell his wife all about it. I asked if he ever considered a divorce. He said it was out of the question. He still has two kids (nearly grown) living at home. His wife didn't want to divorce for the sake of the kids. We all know that's bs. She didn't want to leave because of the $$$$ hahaha.

I don't get it. It may be hypocritical, but if my husband ever cheated on me, whoooooo LORD. I would go for the jugular. Everything he had I would fight tooth and nail to make mine. Hit em where it hurts. I'd also walk away with my dignity, at least.

CC says they'll see when the youngest one leaves if he and his wife patch things up, but things are not looking good.

I really like CC. I can see us being an item. Conversation flows freely. We're playful and fun. He is an amazing lay and loves going down. He's older, he's tall, he's lean, he's rich, he's reliable. What's not to love?

I'm gonna go wake up his snoring ass and make him make me cum again. Hasta luego, Azucars!


xoxo

10. [next to you]

I think the prospect of me possibly moving on and leaving permanently scared Uncle's Friend (now to be known as Buckeye) straight. He has completely pulled a 180 and is now making plans to come over tomorrow :) I think a relationship is pretty much imminent at this point.

CC and I are seeing each other Tuesday <3 I'm so excited. He always spoils me.

I met with a Pot yesterday and he was hella feeling me, but I wasn't feeling him. He's clingy and needy and I think he needs an actual gf to deal with that. Not this girl. Haha. Also looks nothing llike his pics. Go figure.

I have a few more possible guys, but we'll see how it goes. One is a software engineer (hot), one is in investing (hottest), another is in finance (hot). It's not the finding of SDs that is hard for me. I just can't fake affection. It would be so much easier if I could just dissociate, but I just can't. I think I'll blame Buckeye for that one ;)

9. [alone with you]

Still no sugar for me, but I have plenty of stuff lined up for me.

I've just been so hung up on this guy. He drives me crazy. He's been there for me through so much stuff, just utter shit, and we've had feelings for each other since the moment we met. He kept me from falling apart on so many different occasions. Its more complicated than anything I ever experienced in the sugar world. We care about each other an insane amount. I've never slept so good as I do when I sleep in his arms. We've fooled around a few times, had sex only once (and he came in 6 pumps, yes ladies, I have the golden ticket hahaha), but I don't think we could ever be together. It just...

He knows things about me that literally no one else in the world does, and he doesn't judge me for it. He is always texting to cheer me up, or letting me know he's thinking of me, or reminding me how gorgeous I am. I want for it so badly to work, but I know it's the wrong decision to make. Or at least, I'm realizing it at 1am while listening to a country song that perfectly describes our situation.

He's my uncles friend. He has a kid (who is adorable and adores me, can I add) and is divorced and just everything I look for, but it just will never work. It just can't. Neither one of us want a relationship. He is always making and cancelling dates. I think we're both scared of falling for each other when he is moving to the opposite coast soon and when my uncle would clearly not approve of our relationship.

The other day we got in an argument. We were supposed to meet up downtown, but he was vague about dorections and wouldn't answer my calls. I told him to delete my pictures and my number. He talked me down from that ledge, thanks in large part to my admittance that I was overreacting. I was so frustrated. I told him that he either makes time for me or I walk. He told me not to be like that, that I know he cares about me. Then he got concerned that we were sounding like a couple. We really were. I got scared so I blamed him for it. I don't know what we're doing. I just can't be alone with him.








I don't see you laugh
You don't call me back
But you kiss me when you're drunk

I don't know your friends
Don't know where you've been
Why are you the one I want?

Don't put your lips up to my mouth and tell me you can't stay
Don't slip your hand under my shirt and tell me it's okay
Don't say it doesn't matter cuz it's gonna matter to me
I can't be alone with...
You've got me out on the edge every time I call
And I know it would kill me if I fall


I can't be alone with you.

8. [Hmmm...]

Colonel Construction and I had to shelve our Seattle plans for the time being. I'm so sad! We're doing lunch at a swanky place tomorrow, and lounging at a luxe hotel, but still. I wanted Seattle :( Hahah.

I have 3 pots lined up. I have kind of come to recognize that CC will be a gift daddy. His gifts are fab, don't get me wrong, but I can't pay my rent in purses. I haven't sunk my claws in deep enough to turn him into a full-fledged SD yet, but I'm keeping the faith!

One pot is in Texas (yuck), the other in Boston (meh), and the other in DC (YESSSSS). One of the main criteria for me in choosing an SD (other than attraction, allowance, intellect) is LOCATION. The way I see it, I'll probably be spending quite a bit of time in other states and whatnot, so it needs to be in an area I actually enjoy. I made the mistake once of letting a pot fly me to Florida. I HATED IT. I had never been so miserable in my life. He and I didn't click, and I hate Florida. I came home empty-handed and ready to throw in the towel. New rule: stay somewhere you would actually enjoy if you were to leave/be ditched.

Texas pot is offering me 2k, Boston hasn't talked about it with me yet, but I can tell he is generous, and DC pot wants more of a relationship. I'm not into the relationship thing, but I like DC pot for a few reasons.

1. He is so sweet!
2. He makes me laugh.
3. He has preteen kids (I'm infertile, so someone else having kids is a big plus for me in relationships, given a cordial working relationship between the parents)
4. He has the influence I like in a man.

Many of the guys I have even just dated (most, to be honest hahah) have been in the military, and most were high ranking officers with some political connections/aspirations/clout. DC pot is VERY prominent, and I knew who he was upon viewing his pic. I had to snatch that one up!

I don't just want to be arm candy or a trophy wife. I want to be someone's right hand. I want to be the Wendy to their Rupert Murdoch, the Cheney to their Bush. I want to use their power and position to our and my benefit. It'll be my foot in the door. That's the real reason I do this Sugar Baby search. It's not just money - it's an opportunity. I have met so many different men from all walks of life. It's such a blessing.

Sugar dating is the best way to network, hands down. Just gotta nail down the right SD with the right position and I'll have it made.


I love being a girl.

7. [Mr. Black Amex]

Mr. Black Amex (affectionately known as Colonel Construction) and I met randomly.

I don't have time for a relationship. Between school and work, I hardly have time to breathe. I still want sex with someone hot and local, though.

I signed up for AM on a whim, thinking I would find someone who would know the true nature of a friend with benefits. It ended up being the best decision I have made in my sugar life.

I received a few messages from an older, local man. He was very energetic, talked of spontaneity, travel, etc; and had the means to do it.

We emailed back and forth, and I was admittedly uninterested at first. He was so pushy. He could tell I was reticent, he later admitted, and made his next move to shore things up.

He booked us a flight to Vegas. I had two hours to get packed and be at the airport.

I was freaking out, because I was still running errands. I ended up running too late to make the first flight, so Colonel Construction transferred our flights to a later time, and took me shopping beforehand. I wasn't expecting much at first, maybe a fun trip and a little gambling money, nothing major, nothing serious. I picked out a dress and some heels - a cool 700$. CC didn't blink an eye. He told me how good I looked in it, and handed his card to the saleswoman.

We boarded our plane, and arrived in Vegas. We had a late dinner and retired to our super swanky suite after...23rd floor! As soon as the doors were closed (actually before, it started in the elevator!), CC couldn't keep his hands off me. I loved it.

CC is the epitome of the sexy older man. He's 6'1, has perfectly greying hair, piercing blue eyes, is well-dressed, well-spoken, and intelligent. He may be a bit reserved, but I like that. It makes me look better when I am the perfectly attentive and sweet and doting companion.

Anyway, I have to admit, the best sexual encounters I have ever had have all been with older men. This was no exception. CC is the best head I have ever had, easily. I have never come so hard. He found my spot instantly, and just kept working it all night...mmmm. He outlasted ME which never happens. Ever.

We went shopping again, and I got so spoiled. Gucci, Marc Jacobs, Dior...I love the forum shops.

I did notice that we got a lot of looks, and a lot of snide comments, which he and I both completely ignored. In all honesty, I know I'd be jealous if I was on the outside looking in. Besides, CC had me wet the entire trip, and was not afraid to sneak feels and fingers wherever he had the chance. I love that sexual adventurousness about him. He had me soaking in the back of a cab until I practically begged him to take me back to the hotel so he could fuck me.

The day came to an end too quickly, and we departed when we arrived back home. We've had lunch once since last week's trip, and we have another getaway planned for this week.

He may not give me cash, but he spoils the hell out of me, and I am sure as we get more comfortable with one another, that will be less and less out of the picture...

6. [Tastes Like Candy]

I have met with so. many. pots it isn't even funny.

One drove up in a ratty old car with crappy clothes and a shirt that wasn't even ironed. Get out of here.

Another looked NOTHING like his pics, so no thanks.

Don Juan disappeared without me ever having met him. Captain Needles also.

I'm avoiding the Stealth Blonde because he comes off a bit clingy.

But I have had one successful conquest...one that found me.



Colonel Construction...oooh he gives me chills!
He randomly messaged me on a non-SD site. Asked me how spontaneous I was. We messaged throughout the day, finally swapped emails. He randomly booked me a flight with him to Vegas.
Two words: BLACK AMEX.
Two more: AMAZING SEX.
Three more: BEST HEAD EVER.

I'll elaborate more when I get time, but I think I have found my end-all, be-all. Ahhhh. :)