Sugar Girl Novels & Stories

"When I have some free time, I check my pregnancy. So ...." "Jenar, you're a lousy woman." Here, a small portion of Sarah's rage was released. Then, in irritation, she turned to face Jenar. "Do you want to be known as a murderer?" Jenar smirked. It was as if a huge wave swept over the belief that killing the baby was necessary. "You don't know anything, so shut up! Don't irritate me!" ---Loving My Sugar Mommy--- "Dad, did I irritate you?" The teenager made a funny face while she laughed and teased.

Why did this blonde girl keep laughing? "No, silly, but by gossip," she said, pointing towards an overdressed girl who looked like the school's drama queen. "You see that girl over there? I know you think she's a drama queen, but she's not! She's just a sugar baby, and her sugar daddy is Mr. Aria!" "Okay…" I replied, starting to get a bit invested in this introduction. "What about that hot guy sitting at the dining table, looking lonely and studying? Is he a loser?" I thought, kind of hoping he was, because approaching a loser was easier than a popular person.

Me: But… she’s… married, Nessa. Nessa: Not if her husband doesn’t get better. She’s obviously a sugar baby, and sugar baby contracts end when the sugar daddy’s health deteriorates — which leaves them with a lot of money. So of course she’s looking for the next man to spend it all on. And what’s better than her high school crush, huh?

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.

Sigrid coughed awkwardly and said, "A sugar baby is just a good-looking boy. Sugar mommy means that you have someone to be your servant. They will have to listen to your every word." Tianna's face was full of curiosity, "As long as I become a sugar mommy, the boy will listen to me?" "Yes, because you're going to spend money on him," Sigrid said. Tianna thought for a moment, and slowly moved to beside her bed. She climbed up and took something out from under the pillow, and then came back. Her chubby little hand held a one dollar banknote and she put it in front of Oreo, "Be a good boy. I'll be your sugar mommy, and you must listen to me in the future."

she whipped her arms in the air, like it was a casual thing. "Do-do I have to be sexually involved into this?" I asked it. The biggest thing that was budging me. "Not necessarily. See, people often confuse a sugar baby with a prostitute. But they are two different things. In this case, your consent matters highly. If the man wants your company, then you can negotiate about your limits with him. If you don't want to do something, then you are free to not do it. " I frowned at her, in confusion. " Umm, why would such rich men pay for a young girl, who's not interested in having sex with him? "

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

She sipped on her cocktail and continued with her explanation. "That said, we have millionaires and billionaires as clients here Lorraine. That's why we keep it close. There are no sluts, whores, nor strippers in our list of sugar babies, almost all of them are socialites just like yourself. Most will want to have sex with you. While the older daddies, usually just want the companion of a beautiful young woman by their side. Just because they can. As for boundaries of sex, that's for you and your sugar daddy to talk about, and will remain private amongst you both." My turn on sipping my cheap soda. But she quickly ordered my favorite vodka cherry. "It's on me, just because you took your time

She'd somehow landed herself a taste of the wealthy life. I had to admit, this sugar daddy’s taste was, to put it mildly, quite peculiar. "No, not at all. Ms. Lawrence looks like a kind, family-oriented woman." I practically bit down on the words "kind" and "family-oriented". Mom coughed guiltily and hurriedly held a peeled grape up to Kyle's mouth. "Kyle, sit down and rest. Leave tutoring the child to Mr. Wilder." Kyle casually took hold of her hand. Though he was smiling, there was an unmistakable sense of control in his voice.

"You just live? What do you mean?" "So what if people know. Isn't it normal for us to question our sexuality. The only thing abnormal is I choose to do it with a sugar baby. But seriously, even if I do it with someone else, it's still gonna be the same. I'll still treat her with good food, leisure her with stuffs, it's still the same." So I don't matter? I'm just a girl he happens to experiment with?