Sugar Daddy 소설 & 이야기

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.

“Your sugar daddy is gorgeous.” My blood went cold. I felt a spike of genuine, paralyzing fright. I wasn't a sugar baby. I wasn't a hoe who followed men for money. But looking at us, the expensive man and the messy, lean boy, I realized exactly how it looked to the rest of the world.

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."

“And, well, those kinds of … er … escorts are usually a bit on the young side…” “Oh my God, Dad, are you talking about getting a sugar baby?!” Emma cries. “... yes …” I reply. “Ew, ew, ew!” Emma all but shrieks. A male voice sounds in the background. “No, Daniel, don’t worry about it. Dad just told me he’s in the market to be a sugar daddy,” Emma laments. I can hear Daniel laughing in the background and I frown. “It’s the done thing these days, Emma. It’s ‘in,’ as you would say.”

I said quietly. There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Natalie practically squealed with excitement. "THE BILLIONAIRE’S SUGAR BABY! Emma, do you understand what this means? This is a new beginning for you! You could live in luxury, ride the best cars, wear the best clothes. Don’t you want to make your ex beg to have you back? And what about your so-called friends who turned their backs on you? You could have it all! Doing this will change your life. It’ll change your mother’s life!"

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.

“Why are you asking this?." “I need to know. I 'want' to know. I see it, the signs and signals, you know, you're very obvious, the both of you." “No, he's not... He was before, kind of, not really." “He was your sugar daddy?." “Technically, he was..." “Now what is he to you?." He cut me off sharply. We haven't told anybody about our engagement, it was supposed to be a secret, wasn't it?.

Kellerman replied, holding me by the hand and walking me into his house like a proper gentleman will always do. "I live here alone all by myself, as you see, with no servants, bodyguards, or anything like that; that's how I like it," he added with a smile on his face. We both smiled as we got down to business immediately and had such great sex on the first night. My account was buzzing with dollars, I thought, as well as it was more than enough to get going with my just expired house rent. “Please don’t go,” Kellerman said to me, "as I want to be your sugar daddy, and I have what it takes to make you mine,” he opined.

She smiled as she left the place. Sugar was different from Gigi. Sugar was the gold-digger bitch who wanted nothing but money while Gigi was the loving daughter and sister. Gigi made sure to be a different person every time she went home. Even though she was in the mud, she still tried to fix herself for her family. After all, she did all those nasty things just for them.