Sugar Daddy Novels & Stories

Two years had now become a matter of days. Dylan felt some sort of sadness that she had to make Kathrine a part of her plan. This was the only way she would be able to get close enough to Andrew without causing suspicions. Dylan had thought about everything, from pretending to be interested in Anthony, to knowing Andrew would instantly want Kathrine. What shocked her was the fact that Andrew wanted to be her sugar daddy.

And unfortunately for my peace of mind, he was annoyingly attractive. Why the hell did she call him a sugar daddy? Sugar daddies were supposed to be old. That was practically the whole point. They were supposed to have silver hair, expensive watches, and at least one ex-wife. Not sharp cheekbones, broad shoulders and a face that looked like it had been designed by a committee dedicated to making women lose their common sense. Not that I was losing mine. Lucas just watched me, his dark eyes following the frantic rise and fall of my chest as I struggled to remember how to breathe normally. There was a strange, unreadable expression on his face that made my skin

Sugar Daddy: Is anyone else giving you money? Me: No money. A Costco card and food yes. Not sure that counts, so I keep that to myself. Sugar Daddy: I'm going to ask you three questions, baby girl. I want honest answers. I'll give you $100 a question. Then I want a goodnight picture of you in bed. It's late. You need your rest. Me: Deal.

“Who’s the sugar daddy? Must be some big-shot in a luxury villa—bet it’s the same guy who abused his ex.” “No, it’s probably XXX. Total creep vibes.” I sighed, disgusted, and shut my phone. “Well,” I muttered, “guess I’m famous now.” The crew went silent. They didn’t expect me to brush it off. Josephson, red-faced and bitter, snapped, “God, you really are shameless. You think having a sugar daddy is something to brag about?” He leaned closer, sneering. “Especially a violent one. Aren’t you afraid he’s gonna hit you so hard you don’t wake up next time?”

They were literally offending the Webb family up till the end! Cain’s heart was thumping vigorously as well, but a glance at Charlie made him perk up. He bit the bullet and continued, “I don’t think that is all! I bet they will start licking our toes like dogs when we are there! I heard that the old coot loves to have sugar daddies, maybe he will make me his sugar daddy.” “What? Sugar daddies?” Marcus asked, shocked, “Why does he have such a weird fetish?” “God knows why.” Cain shrugged. “I heard that he has over three hundred sugar daddies now. Maybe he loves to be a sugar baby, who knows!”

It opened me up to a refined lifestyle that I found exhilarating. By this time, I had experienced a couple of Sugar Daddy encounters, but they were with much older men. These were new experiences for me: Being involved with men both geographically and culturally distant from my husband. I enjoyed the financial benefit, the lavish gifts, and the company of successful, culturally refined gentlemen. I was not really physically attracted to either of my two previous sugar daddies, but the sex was still thrilling in its own way.

I was savoring the taste while having a good companion to go with it. "But seriously Lori, since you know I'm rich it means that you can maintain your lifestyle. I'll support you. That's me being your sugar daddy, in return of your companion." I laughed hearing his words. "Sorry it's one thing hearing Adriana said Sugar Daddy, but hearing you stating so, it's like a kink you know. Mm...do you have a kink that I should know about?" My face paled, making him laughed hard at me. There were some glances, that were thrown at us. He said that he haven't laughed this loud in years.

No boundaries. "So what's the random theme?" He asks, most probably to make things okay again between us. "If you could have a sugar baby, or sugar daddy for me, what are the three things they should have?" Because I just finished reading a sugar baby book hihi. "Sugar daddy, you're looking for someone with money, authority, and a big cock." I actually laugh at his last word, "Cock? What? Why?" "I don't know, from the way you tell me about the stories you read, they ALL have huge monster cock."

i began, my voice tired but firm, "you know I’m not a whore or a stripper. I only came to strip because I had to pay for my mom’s medical bills. I’ve got what I need now. There's no reason for me to keep doing this." Natalie wasn’t having it. "Is this because of what I said? About not making it a habit? Emma, I was just trying to give advice, but seriously, if this is about money you better make this a habit! Do you even realise how much money you could be making everyday? The guy offered you money—no strings attached, right? Or was there more? Even if there was more to it who on earth would refuse an offer from a billionaire" I swallowed, my throat dry. "He wants me to be his sugar baby," I

Some bullshit like ‘I’ll be 40 next month so technically I’m 39 now’. And yes, I'm fully aware 39 is not young if we were to compare with my pretend age. That's a huge, jaw-dropping age gap. I was actually talking as Sophie, the 32 year old divorcee, not my pretend persona of this 19 year old college girl. Rich? Yeah, I think so. Because seriously, if you don't have money, why would you be a Sugar Daddy? How are you going to shower us with love, since love in this business equals money and expensive gifts.