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.

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...