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Monday Mar 28th Around 11:30pm Bubbles text me. “Can you get out?” I tell her I can’t, obviously. No way the wife’s letting me out the house without beaucoup questions. She tells me she’s with Piper. “We just fucked,” she told me. “Now we’re going to the strip club.” We go back and forth a few messages before she sends me a video. Its her and Piper. At first they’re smiling for the camera before they turn towards each other and start making out. Lots of tongue.

Shit. Now I’m rummaging my mental file cabinet of “player shit” looking for an excuse to leave the house. “Come go out with us,” she sends in another text. “We can go out have some fun and then fuck.” Now I’m flipping through that file cabinet like a mofo, running through some of the best player excuses I used before or even tried. Then she sends another video. This time their playing with each other’s hair before tonguing each other down again. “You sure you can’t come out?” she text as a follow up. Then it a file in my file cabinet. A light bulb goes off in my home office. I found some shit. “Why don’t you guys just stay home?” I text back. Couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it before. “I’ll just come over.”

“Do you see how good we look,” Bubbles saying. These chicks were looking good. “Fuck if we’re staying in…Call me. We’re leaving.”

I went out to my garage, called her and spent the next 30 minutes talking to her while she was in the back of the car of some uber driver. Mostly the conversation was them trying to make up their mind which strip club to go to and when they did they didn’t know how long they would be there before they went to another. The videos had me hard as a fucking rock. I went to pornhub to help dispense with my frustration and then laid down for the night, partially content.

Thursday Mar 31st Bubbles showed up 30 minutes late. It was cool. Sugarbabies always late. It can be annoying if you’re anal about that sort of thing or inexperienced. I’ve learned over the years to expect it especially if she’s under 25. Also I brought my laptop so I could keep working.

I was finishing up an email when she walked up to the table. I stood up and hugged her pretty ass. “I’m sorry for being late,” she said. We talked a bit while I finished up the email then I put my laptop away. “So quite an exciting start to the week,” I said. “You and Piper were turnt up Monday.”

“Oh my god,” she laughed. “We had so much fun after we talked to you until Piper got us kicked out the club again.” She spent a few minutes telling me what Piper did this time to get kicked out. “I haven’t heard from her since that night,” she said and finished her story. “I’m sure she’s somewhere with some guy getting used up. She’s like a dumb bitch.” She put her forefinger and middle finger together and said, “Like when we were fucking I was fingering her I could barely feel her walls. Like her pussys all stretched out.”

Am I really having this conversation? Only in the sugarbowl I tell you.

“I’m not even turned on by Piper anymore. So I just stopped and let her eat me out. You don’t want her babe,” she told me. “We can go out the club and find some new bitches to have fun with.”

“Let’s go tonight,” I suggested. “We can go as soon as we get done eating.” She smiled and grabbed my hand, “Are you sure babe? You don’t have to get home?” I laughed. “Yes I do. But I can come up with an excuse.“ She lifted her glass. I lifted mine and we put them together. “Fuck it,” she said. “Lets do it.”

Dinner came and we just talked about miscellaneous stuff as we ate. She told me she had gone to the club the weekend before and pulled a girl. “We pulled a snowflake,” she said. When I asked what a snowflake was she said, “White chick. Me and my roommate Mina pulled that bitch. Look I got pics.” She whipped out her phone and said, “See?”

Damn. Bubbles had been cancelling dates left and right. I had been sure I was going to be letting her go. But that had been premature thinking :) No way I was letting my little scandalous, bisexual, Princess go. And, she was still avoiding having a real arrangement. She still wanted to continue to do per meet. I guess I’m just going to have to put up with her shit for now. I’m most definitely destined for a menage a trois with her and some other fine ass chick. Too good to pass up. I asked what a snowflake meant. “White chick,” she said.

“She let you take pics?” I asked. “Nah,” she said. “Me and Mina talked about it when we got her home. While we put on our outfits we scoped out how we would do it. Once she got on top, Mina just came in and snapped.”

A couple of guys a few tables over kept staring at Bubbles. Baby girl was looking good in her jeans and T-shirt. Sexy af. When we finished eating, we decided to leave her car at the restaurant and take mine. She went to her trunk and pulled out a pair of heels. She pulledoff her sandals and put on the heels. I was like, “Really? We’re just going to a strip club.” She was like, “ That’s why I’m putting these on.”

We got to the strip club and found a table in the middle of the room. The waitress came and we got a few drinks. We were still tipsy from the restaurant before so no point in stopping the fun. We were there 30 minutes before I told Bubbles I was surprised no one came up to talk to us. “They won’t” she said. “These bitches are intimidated by me.” We decided to have our own fun though. We started kissing again. I got change and got a stack of ones. Every girl I liked, Bubbles got up and went and tipped them. A couple of girls even gave her a kiss. I’m loving this shit. Can’t think of when I’ve had this much fun.

Some of the guys at the other tables started taking note of Bubbles. The other strippers were checking her out too. I mean I like arm candy but after the third time of some guy blatantly staring at her, I felt a little awkward. Some of the blokes looked like they were about to come over and talk to her right in front of me.

Bubbles got up and went go to the bathroom. About a few minutes later one of the strippers came and sat in my lap. “Hi Daddy,” she said. “I’m Candy.” I ran my hand all over Candy’s tight little, fat free 20 year old body. I got hard instantly. The Lamar Odom’s I’d taken early had kicked in and Bart was hard as a rock. She put her arm around me and we started chatting me up. Bubbles returned, all smiles. Like a complete fool, I introduced them to each other. I’ll explain why later.

“Your girl is really pretty,” Candy told me. “Why don’t you go sit in her lap,” I suggested to her. She winced and looked away like she was blushing. “Oh no,” she chuckled, hiding her face. “I can’t do that. She’s too pretty.”

Bubbles took a sip of her drink and said, “Why don’t you take her for a table dance?” I smiled and then Candy and I left.

After two songs I headed back to Bubbles. Candy said she’d be over later after she did something. Bubbles had a new Corona when I got to her. I flopped down, dick hard, ready to see if Bubbles was down for some 3 way love tonight.

“Fuck this place,” she said as soon as I sat down. I was like WTF? “What’s going on.” I could see she was visibly upset. “That bitch set us up,” she said. She took a sip of the Corona.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked. She started laughing, “Oh my God. I can’t believe this shit. That bitch followed me to the bathroom. But I didn’t’ pay it any mind. We got into the stalls and the bitch goes into the one next to me. Then she’s like, ‘Hey I don’t want you to think I’m stalking you but I just noticed you.’ So I’m like I’m trying to take a piss bitch. I’ll talk to you when we get out. Like WTF? So when I come out she’s waiting on me. Talking about ‘You’re really pretty. Is that your dude?’ I told her yea we’re dating. But he’s looking for some fun so go over and give him a table dance.”

I took a drink and said, “So you two already met? Fuck. I’m looking like a fool introducing you and shit.”

“Oh it gets better,” Bubbles said. “So you guys leave to go get your dance and then some old motherfucker comes over and sits down. He’s starts telling me how pretty I was and asking if I danced and shit. I’m like no. Get the fuck out of here. So the waitress comes and he tells her to get me another Corona. Then he’s all trying to tell me how he can take care of me. Buy me whatever I want. He’s rich…and all this shit. And not to worry about the other chick. She’s just a friend. So I tell him I’m good and thanks for the offer but you take care of me enough already. So he’s like he can do more for me than you. But then he sees you coming back and then he leaves.”

I was dumbfounded at this point. I didn’t know what to say. What to do even. “Babe let’s just go fuck,” she said, taking a long pull on her drink. Well that answered my question. I finish my drink and she takes a couple more swigs of the Corona and we head out. Now, I’m really enjoying this shit. I never knew the strip club could be so much fun. In the car, she’s rubbing on my dick. Still talking about the bullshit that just happened. “That bitch was stank and fucking ratchet,” she told me. I quoted the wise philosopher Kendric Lamar and told her, “Don’t kill my vibe.”

“We need to go to a few other places I usually go to,” she said. “Catch some real bitches.”

I couldn’t think straight my dick was so hard. Between the table dance, the excitement, her rubbing my dick as I drove and the Lamar Odom’s I was about to explode.

Inside the room we’re both still lowkey tripping on the stunt Candy and her “Daddy” pulled at the club. I climbed on top of Bubbles and started kissing her. She pushed me off her and said, “You know what I want…” I slid down to the kitty. “Mmmm,” she said. “I almost took you to the champagne room myself at the club. Looking at all those girls got me hot. I was ready for some head.”

I did as I was told, starting out slowly flicking my tongue like a snake against the clit. “Wait. Over just a little baby,” she said. I followed her instructions, moving my tongue. “Yes. Right there.” She arched her back and twisted her upper body as I begin to continuously thrash the clit. “Fuck!” She started moaning and playing with her nipples. “Yes. Right there. Fuck!” You know how it is when he’s licking it and he’s on the right spot. He moves just a little and it doesn’t feel the same anymore. Attempts to find that spot he was on have been lost forever. I’ve done it enough times to know not to venture into the unknown. Stay put. Stay put. And it paid off too. She came hard af. I don’t think she ever came like that. Her back arched and she bounced up and down like she was getting shock therapy or something. Then she went limp. I thought she had passed out. When I rose up and climbed back on top of her eyes were glazed. ��What the fuck was that?” she asked.

I let her rest, then I went back down for round 2. As I licked she didn’t really respond. I looked up and saw her staring into space. Her eyes blinking. Like she was daydreaming. “Hey,” I yelled. “You ok?”

“Fuck babe,” she looked down at me. “What do you want from me. That’s the best anyone has ever ate my pussy. Like I don’t think I can cum again tonight.”

We tried some missionary and then her riding me but it just wasn’t there for her. She had cum once and she had cum hard. Time for some knowledge to the finish me off. She made it good for Daddy. She played with the tip a bit, then did this combo move where she sucked the dick and licked my shaft at the same time. Didn’t take more than 5 minutes before I came, sparying the back of her throat with creamy protein. I think I convulsed a bit and jerked. That was a good one. She climbed on top of me and lay on my chest. We didn’t talk much. Both our bodies and minds were lost in the nut we’d both just given each other. The drama of the evening was gone, replaced by two good orgasms.

We got dressed and headed back to the restaurant to get her car. About half way there some old man pulled up to us at the light. I didn’t notice him but Bubbles did. “Who’s this guy?” she asked. I looked over and some dude was in a Porsche. Looked like a 91 from what I could tell. He threw his head up like “What’s up?” “Motherfucker,” Bubbles said. “Like he’s being disrespectful. Can’t he see I’m with my dude?”

“He wants to race babe,” I told her. “This time its not about you.” She turned around and looked at me. “Let’s do it,” she said. I smiled back. My kind of girl.

I switched off the traction control and turned of the radio. The light turned green and we took off. We were neck and neck for a good 30 seconds before he started to pull away. I shifted gears and ended that nonsense. I shifted again, the motor growled and I jumped 2 car lengths in a split second, passing Germany’s finest. “Buy fucker,” Bubbles said as we passed, waving her fingers at him. I kept my lead until I got caught at the next light.

Good ol’ Billy Ray. Some work under the hood and a several stacks made sure the foreign whip stayed in his place….in my rear view mirror. He pulled up beside me finally at the light, saying something. He started reving his motor again. “Whats he saying?” Bubbles asked. She was looking for the window switch to the let the motor down. “Who gives a fuck?” I said.

The light turned green and we took off again. We started out the same as before but then some cars pulled out into the street and I had to slow down. He was able to keep going, and I had to actually switch to his lane, behind him. After we passed the car I was able to get back into my lane but ol boy had a pretty big lead on me now. Up ahead the light turned yellow. He kept going through it but I got caught at the red. I looked over at bubbles and she was panting. “Are you ok?” She nodded her head and smiled. “Yes. I think my pussy’s wet though.”

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Monday Mar 7th Even though Firecracker and I had ended things, I woke up feeling pretty good. I’d thought I’d be miserable all day. All week even. But nope.

About mid morning, Pops (my boss) walks into my office. “Is your report ready?” I told him it wasn’t ready yet. “Come on. I need you to get it done. I want to read over it before we submit it.” The Board of Directors were meeting Wednesday and I had to submit my departments report. I don’t’ have to present to the board. They just take my report and read over at some point, if at all. But, if they have questions one needed to be ready to answer. I barely even worked on mine since I I thought I was getting fired all last week. Pops chewed me out about it. Then said, “Get ‘er done. By the end of the day.”

Lowkey I had kind of been looking forward to the layoff. I’d much rather be in the San Francisco eating some Italian food with Antonia. Or, smoking some good weed down in L.A. Fucking around on Venice Beach. Definitely wanted to turn up in in Hollywood. Oh well. Its all for the best I suppose.

Tigress texted me in the afternoon wanting me to meet her. “We can just meet for drinks,” she said. “Something informal. I know you’ll like me once we meet.” Old chicks can be thirsty when they like you. Its a big difference from dealing with a young 20 something. I told her I’d get back to her but never did. It was all good though. It kept my mind off FC. I still had questions about why she was acting weird the past 4 weeks and then ended things. Lots of things just didn’t make sense. In a rare moment of bitch-assness, I felt I needed closure. Time to consult the Oracle.

Tuesday Mar 8th Firecracker texted me that morning to tell me to have a nice day. It was going to be raining really bad and I needed to be careful. WTF? Is this chick playing games or what? Definitely got to consult the Oracle later tonight.

Pops came by my office again. “Is your report ready?” he asked. I told him I was putting the finishing touches on it. “Good,” he said. “We’re deciding bonuses tomorrow too.”

My mouth dropped. “I thought we wouldn’t be getting bonuses this year?” I asked. He chuckled and asked, “ Why not?” I told him with the downturn and all the layoffs I figured we wouldn’t have one. He smiled: “All the layoffs increased revenue. We all think the Board will be happy with the actions we’ve taken. We have our core staff now and the sentiment is we need to send a message to everyone. We should have some good bonuses this year.”

We talked a bit more and then he left. I set back like

I went from getting laid off to getting a bonus? I was kicking myself from being paranoid. Then I thought about all the people that had lost their job and how I was benefiting from it. It was bittersweet. Corporate America...cold af. I decided to spend a little extra time on my report tho :)

That night I called the Oracle and told her everything about FC. “You know you’re not going to believe this,” she said. “But sounds like your girl is or was pregnant. I told you about my abortion before. I did all the same shit. I cried my heart out. Quit talking to every man in my life but my daddy.” I laughed out loud.

“Now it all makes sense,” she continued. “ The last time you were together she was crying. There’s only a few things that would make a strong chick cry to a man. Especially given your situation. And the way she was crying it had to be something pretty serious. I thought it was another guy but nah. This chick was pregnant. I’m telling you, I did the same shit. I got pregnant and I was mad at every dude I was talking to, even the ones I wasn’t talking to anymore. Nah she didn’t have a STD. Her ass was pregnant.”

I told her that was pretty far fetched. I mean, the Oracle usually gives good advice and 95% of the time she’s right. I think this was one was falling into the 5% range. The Oracle was like, “Think about dude. Put everything in perspective. She kept missing your dates. Then when you met, she cried like a baby. Needed you to give her a big hug. Then the next week she suddenly needs money. The amount she asked for sounds about like the cost of an abortion. Then she comes up with this discharge stuff and how she’s going to the doc and she’ll have to see you later.

“Then the next day she orchestrates the breakup. I’m telling you, she just needed an excuse to put you off. She was really playing you to let her symptoms clear up. Sounds like she went to the doc and realized she couldn’t have sex for several days after the abortion. And wtf happened to the money she needed? Mom or Dad probably gave her the money for the abortion. Or the dude she was pregnant by. And you better be glad you been wearing a condom. If it was your baby trust me she would be keeping it. Dude...give her about 2 weeks. She’ll be back. I put that on everything.” The Oracle went on with her read telling me how FC probably feeling pretty miserable and how after the abortion and things cleared up she’d feel like she got her mojo back. “My advice is to just pass on FC when she comes back around. Just concentrate on Bubbles.”

I had to admit it was the only thing that fit into the strange behavior, if nothing else explains the big crying spell she went through. Still it was pretty fantastic. I told the Oracle if FC came back I’d give her $100. She laughed. “Dude. Go ahead and give me my money now. This chick is coming back. I’m telling you.”

Then I admitted FC had already texted me today saying to say have a nice day. She was like, “Yea that $100 I’m getting may nails and toenails done...maybe I’ll put that on some shoes.....” We ended the call and I felt a sigh of relief.

Jynx texted me right before I went to bed. “Don’t forget about me daddy,” she said. Truth was I had forgot about her with all the FC excitement. But with FC gone I suddenly had more time on my hands. I texted Jynx back and told her I’d see her next week.

Wednesday March 9th Board of Director’s meeting. I put on a suit and got to work early. Not my one of my tailored ones. Some of the rack stuff. Had to down play my image a bit. If I got called into the BoD meeting I’d be ready tho.

However, the hours ticked by and nothing but closed doors and muffled voices from the Executives. Meanwhile, Tigress had been texting me. Still pushing to meet. She was a persistent little monster. And confident. I liked that shit even though I was really interested. But, with Firecracker out of the picture, I had a little free time. I text her back and told her we could meet briefly that afternoon at Starbucks. By then the board should be done. She agreed.

A little bit before the meet, she texted “Can we meet at Alvin’s for drinks?” I told her I preferred to meet at Starbucks. “Well I’d prefer to meet for drinks,” she said. WTF? Now she’s been difficult. So I replied, “Do you want to meet or not?” We kept it at Starbucks.

Tigress was a pretty good looking woman. Definitely old enough to be some 20 year olds mother. She still could hold her own tho. Old cougar -- fucking with a young guy like me. “I didn’t mean anything by wanting to change and meet for drinks,” she said. “I just had a little more time this afternoon and figured we could have drinks.”

“We can do something more formal next time,” I said. “I just wanted to get this meet out of the way.”

She smiled. “I’m used to getting what I want. So when you asked me if I want to meet or not, that kind of turned me on. I’m not used to a man being like that with me. “ I smiled back. “There’s not a lot of men like me.”

We talked for a good 30 minutes. Tigress was older than me but never said how much. She has her own house. Her kids are teenagers and decided to go live with their father so she’s in the big house all by herself. I told Tigress I was sorry for being so hard to schedule with. She told me she had a feeling about me. “I don’t know,” she said. “Its just something about you.” I was like, “How’s that? You hadn’t met me. We’ve only texted.” She was like “Yea, but you can tell how a person says things. Their word usage. Nah. I knew I had to meet you.”

We ended things with promises to meet again soon.

Thursday March 10th The board meeting went good. I didn’t get called into answer questions or anything. Overall the board was happy with the way things were going. Things were looking good at work.

I was leaving work for the day when the Payroll manager called me to her office. We’ve been cool since I started working there. Tight like frog’s ass. She let me know I was getting a bonus and how much it would be. I was like

I was in a pretty good mood when I pulled up to the restaurant to meet Bubbles. Firecracker picked the wrong time to break up with her sugardaddy. Bubbles was inside waiting when I got there, wearing some cute little denim one piece, hair up in a bun and what not. “Oh I love your outfit,” the hostess told her as she grabbed a couple of menus. She gave Bubbles the once over. I swore it was some lowkey lesbian shit. Appropriate since Bubbles is bi-sexual. The waitress wasn’t bad looking herself. For a moment I imagined what it would be like if we all got a room together.

“I’m sorry for cancelling so much,” B told me. “I’m feel so bad for doing that to you.” I told her not to worry about it. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “I really like you,” she said. “And that mouth of yours. Oh my god.” We both laughed. We talked for almost an hour about everything. I brought up the subject of an allowance again. “I’m still open to giving you an allowance baby. Something more structured than per meet. If you want to keep doing per meet that’s fine. But I’d like to really help you out. Maybe I can help with your rent and stuff.” I almost said pay her car note, but then I remembered that old bucket was paid for.

“That’s perfect babe,” she said. “I quit my job. Well I didn’t really quit. I just didn’t go in one day and I haven’t been back since.” I asked what happened. “With you, my friends and my son, I just couldn’t keep up with it.” She grabbed my hand again. “I defnitely want to spend more time with you. I want to do more. See you more than once a week.” I smiled. It all sounded good to me. But curiously she never said she accepted the offer. I let it ride for now. “Let’s get out of here babe,” she winked her eye. “Let’s go have some fun.”

I got the check, paid the waiter and we were on our way. “Bye,” Bubbles told the hostess as we left. The hostess was like, “I love your hair like that. Its cute.” I better get Bubbles out of there before these two chicks start tribbing.

Bubbles had parked near the door. We talked about her following me to the hotel but I gave her the address instead. Her trying to follow me in her car was torture. It was slow as hell and she’d always get stuck at a light when following me. As I looked at the car again, I figured it probably wasn’t a good idea to be looking at Celine bags for Bubbles. Shit I’m thinking the bag probably cost more than her car. Later for that one.

I was in the room waiting by the time she showed up. We were both kind of tipsy so the clothes just seemingly fell off us. I spun her around and made her crawl onto the bed. I crawled on behind her and starting licking that kitty from the back.

She came quick and literally collapsed on the bed in front of me, her body and a steamy pulp. While she was out of it, I flipped her over and went back to work, sharing my knowledge with that clit. I sucked it while I licked it. “Fuck!” she yelled. “Eat my pussy!” And ate it I did.

She grabbed my head and as she came she squeezed it tight. Her orgasm were always violent IMHO. Her back arched up off the bed and her body contorted like she was in the Exorcist or some shit. She let out this long moan and then went limp. I stopped for a bit to let her gather her faculties. I started licking again. “Baby you eat my pussy so good,” she said. I put my hands under her little ass and lifted her up so that the kitty was level with my face. She started gyrating, rubbing that wet muff all in my face. Before long she was coming again. She let a long “Ooooooooo god“ and started convulsing again. I let her down on the bed while she grabbed her breast and squeezed the nippples. “Shit.” she growled.

I let her rest for a few minutes before I went all Moses on her again and parted the pink sea. The kitty was tight as usual. I went in slow at first and surprisingly I was able to get most of Bart in. “Fuck me,” she yelled. “Please.” I went to work, half scared to give her the full onslaught. We got a pretty good motion before she stopped me. I think she’s sort of paranoid that I might actually hurt her somehow. After a baby though? That kitty is ready. “Let me get on top,” she said suddenly. “Are you sure?” I asked but she was already pushing me off her. “Seems like that might be more painful.”

I let her get on top she and she actually got Bart in pretty far. But she doesn’t know how to ride dick. It was kind of funny watching her bounce up and down but not actually putting the dick inside her. It was the weirdest shit ever. She was just making a bunch of movements. I almost burst out laughing from the shit. Sometimes I love the sugar bowl. I grabbed her hips and guided her down on the dick to help out. “Oh fuck,” she said. “That feels good.” That did the trick. Not too far down, just enough to make an impression. She came again. “Shit,” she said. “I didn’t expect that.” What the hell was she expecting? She tired to get up but I wouldn’t let her. “Get you another one,” I instructed her.

“Huh?” she asked. “Get you another nut baby,” I repeated. She frowned and said, “I can’t baby. I’m done.”

I took her by the waist again and made her go up and down on Bart. She took over, and started riding him, yelling all kinds of expletives. “Fuck. Shit. Jesus. Damn.” Then she came. This time she jumped up off the dick and just laid on me. I kissed her neck and upper body while she grappled with the pleasure in her body.

“Babe you always make me cum,” she said after a moment. We kissed and then she stopped and got wide eyed again. “Fuck I’m cumming again.” She raised up on her knees and started rubbing her pussy violently. “Oh God!” she screamed. I thought she was about to squirt the way she was rubbing that clit. NO sooner had she started then did she stop. Her head and neck was twitching and her eyes were going back in her head. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it. I got some good dick but I can’t really take credit for this stuff.

I let her rest for a bit then tried to get her back on me for my final climax but she wanted me to finish in her mouth. I’m starting to think she like this shit. I relaxed and let her finish me off with some of that cranium.

We both laid there and fell asleep for a second before one of our phones went off. We both jumped up realizing the time. I needed to get home to the wife and kids and she needed to get home to her son. We freshened up, got dressed, and said our goodbyes.

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Thursday Mar 2nd Bubbles hit me up today around 9am and told me she couldn’t make it. She’d gone out with Piper and had stayed out too late. Her and Piper had been hanging out a lot. I guess that explained all the drunk texts she’d sent the other night. I couldn’t be bothered though. I was busy looking at job ads.

I had a lot on my mind. The more I looked at jobs the more I realized I desperately needed to get in with some recruiters if I wanted to improve my chances. I hit up Firecracker to let her know I was free. She told me she couldn’t make it and had plans to volunteer somewhere. About an hour later she asked if she could have extra money. Something about needing to buy a ticket for a trip with her friends. I told her it was cool. Then a couple of hours after that, she texted me again to tell me she was having a weird discharge and needed to go to the doc and get it checked out.

I asked if she had a STD. That didn’t go over well. We got into an argument, mostly her calling me out for thinking of her that way as well as her making it very clear no one was hitting the kitty uncovered. She stopped texting me suddenly. I figured she was mad so I left it alone. I had always used a condom so I wasn’t really too worried. Still she was acting weird af.

Napoleon came into my office not too long after that. We had a brief discussion about the next meeting with the Russian’s as well as the Board of Directors meeting next week. He seemed jovial with me, not at all like a guy who wanted me gone. Maybe I was just being paranoid about my job. Still when he left, I got up and cleaned my office some more. Tomorrow could be the big day.

Later that evening, I went home and spent about an hour with the family before I poured myself some Crown Royal and coke, grabbed a Cohiba and went out on the front porch. Nothing clears the mind like a little crown and coke and some of Cuba’s finest. I was feeling sporty after that. My mind was clear. FC was tripping. Bubbles cancelling left and right. What’s a SD to do? Time to get online.

I played around on CL for kicks. I didn’t expect much. Usually sugardaddy posts get deleted within the first hour of being posted. But I came up with a snazzy title that would pass cursory inspection and posted it. Then I got back on SA, paid for my membership. Then I logged into SD.com and looked around. I toyed with the idea of going to this bar known for being a sugarbabe hook up spot. But I needed to get a bit prepared for that so I passed. Truthfully, I can’t handle another SB but the way FC and Bubbles are going, it’ll be over soon.

While I was playing around, FC got back to me telling me she didn’t have any STDs and then launched into some long tirade about the doc saying her body was going through changes, hormonal and what not, and reacting to the weight gain she’d had as well as her period being out of sync. I apologized for insinuating she might’ve had something. She told me she needed a break to let things clear up. It all sounded suspicious to me. But in the absence of more info, I had to go along with it.

Friday Mar 4th The big day. My office is clean af. If I get sliced all I needed to do is grab some pics and a bag and I’m out.

10am. 11am. Noon. Nothing. 1pm. Still nothing.

I get text from FC saying her period finally started. I didn’t even respond. I’m starting feel like I’m in a chess game.

2pm. I realized my boss had gone home for the day. Guess I wasn’t getting fired after all. I get a text from Bubbles. Hadn’t thought much about our date that day. I took a Lamar Odom and an hour later I was heading out the door to meet her. Can’t believe I overreacted like that about my job. Guess my paranoia got the better of me. But Bubbles hadn’t cancelled again so not a bad end to the week. It dawned on me that I hadn’t had any kitty all week.

When I got to the restaurant Bubbles had already gotten the table/booth. I like that shit. Most SBs will be late. Or if they get there first they’ll stay in the car until you arrive or wait in the sitting area. No way their getting a table and you ain’t there. Not Bubbles. I liked her style. The way the booth was made it sat sideways so you could see the whole restaurant. We sat back and people watched while we sipped our drinks, ate and kissed. Bubbles doesn’t have any problem with PDA. We must have tongued each other down several times throughout the early dinner. Sharing the sweet taste of our drinks on each others lips and tongue. Several other tables kept looking over at us. It was kind of fun. Wild. Definitely a thrill. An elderly couple kept looking over too. Not in disgust more out of curiosity. Bubbles is a pretty girl. She’s skinny as a toothpick but she’s pretty af. The old heads were probably wondering why an old scrub like me was getting that young kitty….$$$$

Bubbles kept checking her phone. She apologized. Told me her son had a fever from some shots he’d just gotten and she was constantly checking on him. I honestly keep forgetting she has a 6 month old. You’d never know she had a newborn the way she looked. She doesn’t have a stretch mark on her body. Her stomach was flat as a board. I asked Bubbles about the other night with her girlfriend. She and Piper had gone out with some rich record exec. You’d probably know him or one of his artists if I mentioned them. Pipers the type that can’t handle her alcohol though so when she got drunk she started fighting with everyone including Bubbles. Bubbles was trying to calm her down and talk sense into her. Piper hadn’t backed down, got mad at Bubbles and took her phone and threw it across the room, shattering the screen. Some other stuff happened including Piper cursing out some of the security guards and other guys at the table. The big Exec told security to throw her out but they didn’t want Bubbles to go. They wanted her pretty little ass to stay. Bubbles couldn’t let her friend be outside, drunk, by herself so she went with her even though the entourage wanted her to say. They took uber to get there and hate to wait until another Uber to come which was almost an hour later.

I took the opportunity to bring up some serious concerns. “I’m don’t know if I can compete with your circle of friends,” I told her. “You’re hanging out with rich dudes. Famous and shit. Not to mention they know other famous people. Money aside, I couldn’t come close to that kind of lifestyle.” She touched my hand and pursed her lips. “Oh babe its not like that. Those guys aren’t my type. I’m not into the thugged out, gold chain wearing, baggy pants type of guys. These guys got tats everywhere and they treat girls like shit. Besides, just because they have money doesn’t mean they’re going to be doing anything for you. I keep telling Piper that. They just want some pussy and when their done with you you’re gone.”

“Well I was just wanting to bring it up,” I said. Truth is I’m tired. In the old days a bloke could shell out some cash and have a good time with a girl. Spoil her to death and not worry about all the drama the sugarbowl has now. But now its mad drama and all this unnecessary competition. Not to mention all the games both SBs and SDs try to do to each other. Its enough to drive a man crazy. I told her what I was thinking and added, “I know hanging with Piper gets you into the inner circle and all that. But from my past experiences, its tiring competing with celebrities. Not to mention the lifestyle they have to offer. It gives me a headache just thinking about it.”

She shook her head. “No. Piper’s just a groupie. She’s my girl but I gotta be honest. Besides, since I’m not doing anything when we go out its getting harder and harder to hang with her. I’m like the 3rd wheel. And all of these guys don’t give a shit about her. They even hit on me in front of her and she just laughs it off. Honestly, I’m sort of getting tired of it but Piper’s my girl. And she knows people that knows people. If we ever needed to get into a club, backstage at a concert, all we have to do is ask her.”

“The benefits of being a groupie,” I said. We both laughed. She put her hand on my thigh and rubbed it. “But really babe, you don’t have anything to worry about. I already have my lover.” She lifted her glass and said, “To us.” I lifted mine and we clicked glasses. Then we kissed again, the sweet taste of the drinks on our lips made the kisses that much sweeter.

We talked a bit more about Piper, celebs and our situation. Suddenly, Bart was hard as a rock. The Lamar Odom’s had kicked in. I was ready to fuck.

From there we headed to the hotel. Lots of kissing and tonging before we moved to the bed. I couldn’t wait to lick the kitty. But she stopped me. Told me she was still spotting. Damn. Can a Daddy get a break this week? WTF? I couldn’t even hit it. She decided to just give me fellatio. I’d love to blog about how I licked the kitty. Sucked the clit. But no. No fun filled evening of me trying to get inside that tight kitty. She gave me brains, but I wasn’t that into it tbh. I wanted some kitty. “I’m sorry baby,” she said, stopping, my tip less than an inch from those pretty lips. “I’m not usually this bad of a fuck. Its just that I haven’t been that active…” Poor girl had to work hard to get ol Bart to cum. And when I came it was nothing spectacular. I can’t say she did a bad job…more like I was just wanting more that evening.

“I’m sorry. I promise I’m not this bad…” she kept saying. She said two more times and then, “I promise I’m not usually this lousy. I switched BC and its got my body all weird. That’s why I’m spotting.” For a minute I was thinking her and Firecracker were collaborating. “I’m sorry if I keep cancelling. It’s just hard with my work, my son and my friends.” The look on Bubbles face was of pure worry. I could tell she really felt like she was disappointing me. I told her to relax. I was patient. Low key I suspected a threesome was in my future. The thought alone of a 3 way was enough to make even the most impatient man wait. Then she promised things would be better tomorrow. But that would never happen….

Saturday Mar 5th By noon Bubbles cancelled again. Her son was still running a fever and she didn’t feel right leaving him again. It was cool. She was probably still spotting. I also had several messages from my CL ad and some hits of SA. I’d forgotten I had even been playing around on the sites.

No point in wasting a perfectly good Saturday afternoon : ) I poured myself some more Crown & Coke, sat down in my office and I spent the afternoon talking to some POTs. The stuff from CL was admittedly just garbage. Mostly girls looking to catch a date. The only hopeful one was this mid 40’s chick. She was kind of liking the fact that I was so young. Her last SD was in his mid 50s so she was interested in seeing how this would turn out. She was ready to meet to. Said she was going out with the girls and wondered if I could meet her at the bar. Old cougar. I call her Tigress. I declined to meet though. I wasn’t really sure if I wanted to go that route. Old chicks be on something else. And, its been awhile since I was involved with someone over 30.

Sunday Mar 6th FC texted me and she felt like things were over. I took that as an indication she wanted to end things. She told me she felt guilty the last few weeks. That was right around the time I’d bought her a new Louis bag. I recalled she had been shocked I had bought it. She was happy too but I could see something in her eyes that something was wrong. Now it all made sense. She felt like she hadn’t deserved it. “I just don’t feel like I can give you everything you want,” she said.

The funny thing this all I ever really wanted was her. It was never something complicated.

But I was tired. Whatever was going on with her had taken its toll on me. I figured she had a new SD or a new fuckboy. Either way it was probably best to end things. I cared for Firecracker but I wouldn’t be a fool for her. Not with so much other kitty around me. She told me she wanted to remain friends and that if I wanted to have lunch or sex one day then to hit her up. We sort of ended it right there.

I was sad. I even posted this journal entry just to vent. She was my princess and now she was gone….

The week was off to a fucked up start.

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daddy’s journal: 3/8/16

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Sunday Feb 28th

Went to church. I couldn’t ask God to forgive me for all my sins though. I couldn’t be fake with Him. I guess I could have asked but then I wasn’t sorry and I had every intention of repeating all the things I’m doing wrong again. So I asked him to be patient with me instead. Me. The lying, cheating, adulterous bastard.

He didn’t answer.

Monday Feb 29th Pops (my boss) walked into my office a little after 10am. He closed the door and dropped into one of the chairs on the other side of my desk. Pops looked tired and beat. Despite being one of 3 VP’s in the company, we have a pretty laid back banter. I ask him how everything’s going. “Its hard man,” he shook his head. “We’re spending a lot of money on legal fees. We’re being sued by a lot of people right now. A lot of our white employees are suing us for racial discrimination.” I burst out laughing and said, “What the fuck?”

“Yea,” he shook his head. “They say we fired all of them so we could keep our Hispanic and other minority work force to minimize our labor costs. Now some of the Hispanics are suing us for racial discrimination. Say we only fired them and none of our white employees. We’re not too worried about that. Like 60% of our workforce salaried or otherwise is a minority. Anyway, I just wanted you to know it was nothing personal with denying your request to change offices,” he told me.

Pops was referring to a request I put in to switch offices. I liked my corner office, but some of the bigger offices with bigger windows were now open due to all the layoffs. “I know we have a lot of vacant offices,” he continued. “But, truth is Napoleon wanted to dissolve your position. I had to fight for you.”

Napoleon is our CEO. Cool guy in his 60’s, short, and depending on you ask he’s worth 30 - 80 million. Occasionally he’ll bring in one of his babes. Mostly to show off the company and his corner office which has 3 walls of glass and sitting at roughly 1400 square feet – probably bigger than or almost as big as most apartments. The ladies are usually 2 or 3 feet taller than him. Cute bitches. They got the names that strippers steal like Isadora, Milena, Giovanna, Fiora, and Anika. He’s single so they probably fall into the “spoiled gf” relationship category but I know the game. His old, short ass is paying for kitty just like me only on a much GRANDER scale.

Pops was like, “I went to bat for you. Told him everything you do for us and I even threw in some shit I Googled. Not sure if you did all what I put in my report or not. I told him how you come to work everyday and you’re always here.” In the back of my mind I was like, “I am?” Truth be told, I’m always skipping out of work for some sugaring.

I sat there motionless. Not sure what to say. My sugar life passed before my very eyes. Playing out like a movie that suddenly stopped due to some malfunction. My heart skipped a beat seemingly. When the layoffs started I just knew I was gone. Brothers are always the first to go. Plus with my salary I just knew they were going to fire me. But 18 months later I’m still here. Even issued me more restricted stock on top of what I already have. Wasn’t long before I thought I was safe. Locked in. Guess I was wrong.

“Um thanks man,” I said, picking up my pride from the floor. “I really appreciate it.” He stood to leave. I stood with him and shook his hand. “Don’t worry about it,” Pops said. “Most of the Execs know and appreciate what you do. And we were going to spend more money hiring contractors to feel your position which counters why we hired you in the first place. Anyway, didn’t want you to think I was being pissy about the office change. Just wasn’t a good time to move you. You know?”

When he left I fell back into my chair. A mix of anger and relief filled me. Owning my own business with the wife I knew where Napoleon was coming from. Shit I’ve ruthlessly fired people before all in the name of saving $$$ and maintaining my bottom line. I won’t even get into all of the input I had in who got to stay and leave during all the company layoffs. Now my ticket was being punched. Now it didn’t feel so good with the shoe on the other foot.

I texted Bubbles and cancelled. For all I knew she would have cancelled anyway at the rate she was going. She had already cancelled Saturday.

Couldn’t do much work the rest of the day so I cut out early. I thought me and Napoleon had been cool. We talked all the time. Guess that wasn’t the case. That night I didn’t feel like answering anons or updating my journal. I had a few text messages but I ignored them. I felt like the floor had got pulled out from under me and then put back. I felt like shit.

Tuesday Feb 30th I felt better when I woke up. My mind was clear after a good night’s sleep. I snapped out of my hurt pride and came back to reality. The income from the business, savings, and also my side business of consulting would hold me over until I found another job if it came to that. But, I could only have one SB and that would only be temporary if my unemployment was a lasting one. Nah. Fuck that. I got bitches to take care. Rent, car notes, bags and shoes to buy, plane tickets to buy, passports and visas to be paid for so chicks can come see me or me them…nah. The thought of having to slow down on my lifestyle suddenly gave me strength. I wasn’t shell shocked anymore. My resolve had been strengthened. Whether I was paranoid or not, it was time to start looking for another job – just in case. Better safe than sorry. Still, I decided to consult the Oracle. About mid-morning I closed my office door and called her.

“Nigga you should have been gone,” she told me after she’d heard everything. “I told you months ago your ticket was coming up. I don’t know why you thought you were safe.” I asked if she could help with my resume and she said she would. “I think you’re being paranoid. They’re not going to get rid of you. Not yet anyway. Just relax. You’re over reacting.”

That was the good stuff. But then the Oracle had more jokes than help: “Man look. You losing your job is bad for the economy. Chicks gonna be losing apartments, car’s repo’d. Nail salons about to close down. I’m gonna help you out just so I can prop up the local economy and shit. Firecracker gotta find a job. Bubbles gonna have to ask her baby daddy for more child support. All the other chicks you fuck with off and on gonna get their cel phone’s turned off. Nah man. This shit ain’t good for the economy. I’m telling you.” She went on cracking jokes. I had to hang up with her. She was on a roll.

All day the other managers were quiet like they knew something. I knew it was just paranoia but I couldn’t escape it. I started cleaning out my cabinets and drawers. I cancelled my meet with FC too. I figure she was going to cancel anyway since her period was on the verge of starting, so might as well start the day out right. Not sure whats wrong with her at this point. All that crying she’d done on Friday had me wondering. With the job situation suddenly seeming shaky…maybe its time to drop FC anyway. She’s leaving in the summer anyway. Put all my energy into Bubbles.

I tabled the decision for now. I spent the afternoon tweaking my resume and started looking at job ads. They didn’t look good. Pay scale’s looking real low. Finding a job in my pay range will most likely require a recruiter to land a job. But I couldn’t sit around and wait on a recruiter to work their magic. They may or may not even call. By the end of the day I’d managed to send over a dozen resumes. No tumblr, no texting, no SA. Just focus on business.

But the sugar gods are always busy. They never leave you be. By day’s end I got a text from an old sugarbabe. I call her Fluffy. I had run across her about the same time I’d started talking to Firecracker and Casino. I don’t mind 19 year olds, but I prefer them to be a little mature. Fluffy acted like she was still 15. We only hung out for a couple of weeks before I moved on. Too childish & our conversations were quite painful. Strained even. I had to keep coming up with shit to talk about.

Sexually she was completely different. Fluffy was quite mature in that area. : ) Not sure if she liked me or what, but I could pretty much do whatever I wanted to do to her. She wasn’t like that at first. But after she gave the kitty up for the first time, she changed on me. Fluffy went from sweet little girl to...I don’t have a term for it really. Any position, anal, swallowing, no condom, cum inside her, sex in the car, head in the car, threesome with another girl….whatever. If I could think it up I could do it.

She was even ok with me coming to her dorm room. I didn’t like it though. Awkward at best. Young dudes coming at me like “Yo pops, you here to see your daughter?” But lowkey its more like, “Nah. Just here to fuck a couple of these chicks you claiming.”

After a few text she told me I didn’t have to worry about the money – if that’s what was keeping me from her. “I just need that dick up inside me…” and a few other naughty text like that. “Nobody fucking me like you did Daddy” As tempting as all that was, I was looking for something more out my SB. She’d be perfect for a new Daddy just getting in the game. But I needed a girl that could dress up for and be comfortable at an expensive restaurant. At least be old enough to drink the wine. But I digress. Despite the option of having my way with her, I passed. After a few more texts, I just ended it and let the rest go unanswered.

I was feeling much better that night after getting my situation together in case I did get laid off. The Oracle was right. It probably wasn’t going to happen any time soon but I definitely got a reality check and a nudge that I needed to take care of my vanilla business a little better and not be so lost in the sugar world.

TBH the office is sort of miserable and dead with all the offices half full now. All the people I used to talk to are gone. My severance package was going to be pretty good though. Everyone getting laid off had been getting quite a nice lump sum. Plus I have shares so I’d be sitting pretty. Plenty of money to play with a SB but definitely any more than that.

Truth is I needed about 3 months off from work. If I got fired, first thing I was going to do was book a trip to Los Angeles. See my family, maybe smoke weed and hang out on Venice beach. Then hit Hollywood with my nephew who’s only about 10 years younger than me. There’s a couple of tumblr chicks I wouldn’t mind meeting up with either. If nothing more than just dinner and some clubs. It could be some platonic shit. Doesn’t always have to be physical. Might even hop up to the Bay area. The wife had already told me she was cool with me going alone. Lowkey she didn’t like my fam in Cali. That’s a blogpost by itself.

I was about to go to bed when Bubbles texted me. “I’m falling for you,” she said. Then she followed up with “I’m drunk.”

Oh great drunk texting. Some people say the truth comes out when you’re drunk. Some say drunk texting doesn’t necessarily mean its true. Who knows? Then she texted, “Well I’m falling for you but not in a stalker, leave your wife kind of way.” I told her to be careful and not to drive. She said they were taking uber. I let the conversation end there. Sugarbabies will drive you crazy if you let them.

Wednesday Mar 1st The day was pretty mundane until I got another random text. This time it was Jynx, a ex-stripper I used to play with it. One of my ratchet chicks. WTF? I ain’t the most handsome man around. My body ain’t looked good since the 90’s. My sex can’t be that good. Last time we were together she had got mad at me swore me off. That had been 4 or 5 months ago. We went back and forth with a few bullshit messages before I called her out. “I thought you were done with me?” I asked. “I was,” she said. “But I’m not done with that dick.” I laughed out loud. One of my coworkers was walking by and stopped. He asked what I was laughing at but I waived him away. “You just want some money,” I told her. “No,” she said, “I can get money anywhere. Dick too. It ain’t hard to find. But I ain’t gone lie, your dick is the truth…These dudes ain’t really satisfying me. And you don’t mind giving a bitch some money.”

A burst out laughing again. Jynx was cool. She may seem ratchet but she’s actually pretty intelligent. She had recently stopped stripping and got her a job at one of the Big 3 mobile phone companies. Jynx used to be with some big time dope dealer years ago, affording her a lifestyle most dream of. But then he got busted and got a 10 year stretch. That’s Fed time. Day for day. The C-class she had was bought brand new. Cash. But it was at least 10 years old. She had two kids by him too. So she left the state they were in and moved a couple of hours away from me. I asked her why she quit stripping. Jynx said she was getting to old. “Stripping is for young bitches” she had said. But damn, she ain’t but 29.

“I’m looking for a bartending job now,” she told me. “For extra cash. Real talk I wish you could be my extra cash. But I don’t see you be once every 3 or 4 months.” I tell Jynx we can hook up next time I’m in her area. But then she hits me with some new shit. “I can even come to you. Meet you halfway. Or you come here but I don’t mind driving there. Just as long as its regular. You know how you like to disappear…” Jynx is LD so its hard to keep up with the relationship. In the end, I told her we could do something in a few weeks. With FC flaking and Bubbles cancelling more and more, might as well as keep my options open.

Bubbles hit me up apologizing for the drunk texts from Monday. She hoped she didn’t scare me with all that mushy talk. I let her know it was cool. Kinda like a chick having feelings for me. But for now I can’t take her serious. Its too early. We haven’t been together that long. I’ll be seeing her tomorrow so we’ll talk about it some more.

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daddy’s journal: 3/6/16

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Me and Firecracker ended things. It was an amicable split but it's over nonetheless. I cried. I love my princess and yes I’m pussy whipped. I ain’t going to lie...the kitty is like

But we both agreed its for the best. Among the many reasons we discussed she admitted she knew she really wasn’t giving me what I wanted and she didn't like feeling like she was using someone. We could have continued but it wouldn’t be her best. So it's best to stop while we're ahead.

Anyway, don’t feel blogging much ladies and gents. I’m just not in the best shape to offer advice to anyone right now. I’ll be back in a day or so.

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Monday Feb 22 Bubbles text me first thing that morning. She wanted to see if I was available Wednesday afternoon. I was :) She told me we could have a late lunch wherever I wanted and of course we could have some fun afterwards. I picked one of the most happening spots in town and the date was set.

I like that about Bubbles. She has no problem being seeing out with me. No place is off limits. The restaurant I picked is one I’d tried to take Firecracker, but she had respectfully declined. She’s scared who’d see her. “I know a lot of people and it could hurt my reputation,” or some bullshit like that she had said. We’ve been together almost 7 months now and it’s still a problem.

Not Bubbles though. She was down for whatever. If things worked out, I would reward her for it. But not yet. It was still too early. We’ve only been at this barely a month. I’d give it another month and then see where we were. I plan on keeping FC. She depends on my allowance to pay her rent and other miscellaneous bills so I can’t just cut her off. I do still care for her. But there will be no more Louis bags and shoes and definitely no more Celine bags. I had tried to get her out of town but I wasn’t really interested any more in taking her. I’m putting all that on Bubbles if she stays consistent. We’ll see.

Tuesday Feb 23 It was almost close to noon when Firecracker sent me a text wanting to reschedule our meet. She wanted to move it to Thursday. Also, she hadn’t gotten dressed yet. Something about oversleeping and wouldn’t have enough time to get ready. It was cool. She’s my princess. She can do no wrong. That’s one of the handicaps with dating a 22 year old. They always sleep to noon. 1pm. I’m used to it.

Late afternoon I hit up my contact at the museum. Wanted to see if I had landed the contract. She came back after an hour and told me I had lost out on the bid. Damn. I could have really used their business. Then I started ticking off in my mind all the reasons why I might have lost out on the deal. Everything from logo design, stationary to bidding too low. I probably was overreacting so I shrugged it off. Deals come and go. One thing I know is I need to find me a new assistant. Even with my job situation being shaky, I still need a soldier to carry out my bidding. I think I’ll start looking for one next week.

I was feeling a little down since I hadn’t seen Firecracker and had lost out on the contract. Rough start for the week. I picked up the phone and texted Kim. Her pic she’d sent was still in my mind. She answered right away. We did the usual back and forth before setting up a time and place. Then I decided to turn up the heat a bit. I told her I wanted to be her SD. She took several minutes to respond. “Yes baby sounds good.” I told her she was just saying that. But she replied, “No, I would like to.” I was just doing it for sport.

Its hard enough turning a stripper into a girlfriend or SB, but add in a pimp and its almost impossible. Beyond the money you have to break the hold her pimp has on her. Unless you’re another pimp good luck. You have to restore her self-worth. Restore her self esteem. Show her that she deserves to keep the money she makes and not give it to a man. I could go on and on. But I painted a pic of how she wouldn’t have to work as hard, etc., Kim didn’t really respond. Just said “Ok.” She told me she definitely wanted to see me and that I should text her when I get the room.

The problem with seeing escorts is the only want to come after you’ve gotten the room. A bloke could be sitting in the room for an hour or more waiting. I told her to just start heading my way and by the time she got close I’d have the room and stuff. Kim said she would but I knew she wouldn’t.

I left work and headed to the hotel. I was kind of excited to see Kim. It had been almost two weeks. I got the room, went inside and flopped down behind my laptop to kept working. Well actually I was sending out resumes. My job situation had me shaky. I figured she’d be at least 30 minutes later. But I was wrong. About 40 minutes later she texted and said traffic was bad. She even sent a pic of the bumper to bumper traffic.

That was the last I ever heard from her. About 20 minutes after her last text which put me at an hour of waiting, I sent her a text asking where she was. No answer. I waited another 10 minutes and texted again. Nothing. Fuck it. Tuesday’s just not my day. Surely the sugar gods have come to collect on the successful weeks were there was a different girl every day. I packed up my laptop and bounced.

That’s the end for Kim.

I wasn’t looking forward to my date with Bubbles the next day. I was still tired and feeling some type of way with these chicks cancelling on me. Plus I was tired from working all weekend closing one of our business locations. Still I managed to pop by the barber to get my hair right. Get the scraggy hair off my face and trim the goatee. Popped by the cleaners before it closed to pick up my clothes. My assistant used to pick it up for me but sans assistant I had to do it myself. I went home and exfoliated the face with some peach scrub. By 11pm that night, I was ready for my date with Bubbles despite the probability she might cancel. I didn’t feel like blogging on tumblr either. Too tired. I wanted to do my journal entry (February 2/24) but I was beat.

Wednesday Feb 24 I jumped up and got dressed in some Polo jeans and sweater, Polo shirt, nice shirt underneath. My wife was combing my daughter’s hair in our room. “You look nice dad,” my daughter told me. Means a lot coming from her. She’s 12 and has no filter. She’s had me changing clothes more than once. By the time I finished getting dressed, my daughter had left the room.

“When am I going to get some dick,” my wife asked. I was like uhhhh. “You been slacking lately.” Damn I probably ain’t hit in almost 2 months. And she won’t be getting any this week either. “Soon baby,” I said. “Soon.”

I’d been at work a couple of hours when Bubbles texted me. She confirmed our date. An hour before I was about to leave the CEO and CFO invited me into a conference call with some Russians. I was thinking they were just some Russians as in living in the United States. But no, we were doing a video conference with some chaps in St. Petersburg. With business so shoddy in the states, the big boys were turning to Russia for opportunities. I kind of liked it, but I also knew that could possibly mean a trip to Russia in the future for me. An hour later the call was still going. Now I’m starting to sweat bullets. I have to meet Bubbles in 30 minutes or so. Looks like I was going to have push things to 2pm with her. I hoped my rescheduling didn’t kill things. But the sugar gods decided to redeem themselves from the day before. Bubbles texted me before I could text her, telling me she was running late. She’d got out of class late and was on her way to her car.

Thirty minutes later she text again to say she would need an additional 15 minutes. So we ended up pushing the whole thing to 2pm anyway.

When the meeting was over, the big boys wanted to talk. Fuck! After 15 minutes they dismissed us and we all left. I went and locked up my office and hit the parking garage. Half hour later I pulled up to the restaurant. Even though it was after lunch, there were Range Rovers, couple of Rolls Royce’s, and a Aston Martin in the valet section. I went in and she was there sitting on a bench. Looking pretty af. Even better, waiting for me daddy : )

Instinctively I walked up and when she looked up and bent over and gave her a full kiss on the lips. She gave a little tongue back. The hostesses, 3 of them actually, were looking like WTF? I love this life sometimes. They came alive too and hurried up and found us a table.

It was nice walking into the restaurant with Bubbles. She was completely unbothered by being seen with me which somehow validated how I felt about myself at the moment. I was Polo’d down, feeling dapper. The waitress showed us to a cozy table. Part of me wanted to sit right next to B, but I sat across from her instead so I could stare into those pretty brown eyes.

Lunch was fabulous. We talked about everything seemingly. You know you’re into someone when the world around you ceases to exist and you’re both leaning forward looking into each others eyes about to kiss. By the end of the date she was touching my hand again. Laughing up every other thing I said. She was either genuinely into me or this girl had some helluva game. Girls like bubbles bring the best out of me. I already wanted to take her shopping. That little beat up car she had I wanted to replace. I want to spoil her rotten. She’s the kind of girl you just want to be with. Hang out with. Sex is secondary. When you see her you just want to hug and kiss on her. Hang out her place, when she’s in sweats and no makeup and just watch TV and eat Cheetos and shit. I’m rambling. Either way I was on her hook and I planned on staying there for the foreseeable future.

We both realized it was time to head to the hotel. Half hour later we were kissing in the hotel room. I love the way Bubbles kisses. She likes to suck my tongue when she kisses. She also likes to try and shove her tongue down my throat too. I don’t know why but I love that shit. Bubbles barely got off her shoes pants and underwear before I pushed her onto the desk in the room. She looked at me with the quizzical look as I sat down in the desk chair in front of her. I grabbed both legs and lifted them up, spreading her wide, until her feet were resting on desk. I dove right into that pretty pink muff, assaulting the clit with my tongue. I rotated between sucking it and licking it. Bubbles fell back onto the wall behind the desk and grabbed my head. She looked down at me with this mean look on her face. I couldn’t quite decipher it but it didn’t matter. I was licking that kitty like it was no tomorrow. I took two fingers and slid them in. It took a bit of effort since that kitty’s so tight. I lifted my fingers up and went back and forth firmly as I kept thrashing the clit with my tongue. Suddenly her hand fell off my head and she grabbed my ear. “Eat my fucking pussy” she demanded. I looked up and her head fell back on the wall and her eye closed. Her stomach bounced up/down rapidly and she twitched a little. Babygirl had cum.

Bubbles was multi-orgasmic so I just kept on going repeating what I’d done to make her cum. Her legs got tired of being on the desk, so one fell off. I took my hand out of the kitty and lifted her leg so that it was resting on my shoulder. I moved in closer to make it more comfortable. I took her other foot and moved it so that it could rest on my other shoulder. Then I slid my fingers back and went to work again. She came once more and slumped down on the desk. She nearly fell off too. Time to move to the bed.

Bubbles has a female roommate who she fucks from time to time. I usually take whatever a SB says and multiply it by two to get the real story which means they’re probably tribbing quite often. Or, she’s has another female she’s seeing regularly. And girls make the best kitty lickers. So…I had to show out. As I said in my last journal entry, winning over Bubbles would take more than just money. In the end its all for sport. Even if I fail, I would have had fun trying.

We started kissing when we got to the bed. Bubbles was licking my face and lips, trying to taste that kitty. She’s so nasty. As she laid back and went at that kitty again. I couldn’t tell if my face was wet from her kitty or from all the saliva she’d left trying to taste it.

After one more nut, I slapped on a condom. I got the tip in before she started wincing and moving back. She just couldn’t take the dick. I took my time, roughly a few minutes before I was able to get it in and get a decent motion. “God your dick is so fucking fat…” she said. I noticed Bubbles likes to get vulgar when I with her. Kind of like it. We tried intercourse but after a few minutes she asked if I could finish in her mouth. I said yes but I kept on stroking. I shifted angles and was able to get further inside. She seemed to like it. “Just keep on fucking me like that…” she said. And I did, trying to get more of me in her. But still she threw in the towel and we switched. She got on her knees in between my legs and shared her knowledge. I came in less than a minute. This girl’s enlightened I tell you.

She sat back and rubbed both my legs and asked, “Was that good baby.” I looked up just in time to see a drop of cum slide down the side of her mouth. She chuckled and swiped it up with a finger. She put it in her mouth and smiled. “I never lose drop.”

God I love this girl.

That night Firecracker hit me up. We exchanged about 2 or 3 text before we set up a time for Thursday. I was looking forward to it actually. Firecracker’s got some good pussy for a 22 year old. I can’t wait to see my princess.

Bubbles texted too. Thank me for a wonderful date. I thanked her for making an old man feel special. Making me feel good. She told me I wasn’t old and that age was just a number. She said I was very handsome and that she was glad she’d met me. “And you got some good oral skills too,” she added. Not sure if she gassing me up or not, but I liked it.

Thursday Feb. 25. More bullshit from Firecracker. She hit me up around noon asking if she could be a little late to the meeting. She had to do some school stuff. 2 hours later she just cancelled altogether. WTF? I’m sure what happened is she slept until noon instead of getting up and running her errands. When I said a few things about it she was like, “Its not big deal. We still have Friday, Saturday and Sunday.”

Then I got upset. She’s being disrespectful. Well I should say she’s not respecting my time. I do a lot to juggle things so that I can be with her. Princess is a priority. So for her to just minimize my shit to “it’s no big deal” had me feeling some type of way.

And no we didn’t have Saturday and Sunday. Saturday I was hooking up with Bubbles again. Sunday was family day.

No tumblr blogging tonight.

Friday Feb 26th Around noon Firecracker knocks on the hotel room door. I let her in…She’s a trainwreck. Eyes watery, makeup done enough just to be ok for our meet. She tells me how her cycle is coming and she’s been crying all day over little shit. I sat on the bed and pulled her to me. I told her “You is fine and You is beautiful and You is Smart and You is having a bad day…” we both laughed. I told her we could cancel but she said she didn’t want to. “You can’t be rough today,” she smiled.

Lately I had turned it up a bit with her. Hair pulling, choking, spanking. In the 6 months I’ve known her she’s matured a lot both mentally, physically and sexually. I picked up on the fact that her fuckboy’s were weak. The latest had been scared to really fuck her because she was so pretty. He treated her like a precious gift, but really she wanted to be manhandled. She wanted a man to run that pussy. I lowkey accepted the new requirement and had stepped up my game.

But today, she just needed to be loved. I ate the kitty and usually after two orgasms she tries to scoot away. I had my hands around her legs and stomach. When the third one was near I clamped down. As anticipated she tried to run, but she could go nowhere. “Baby I can’t take anymore….” But I was merciless. “Baby baby stop,” but I refused. I told her if she felt like peeing to go ahead. She looked up and gave me that “how do you know look”. Then she said, “No. I’m not doing that. No.”

I set her free she scattered across the bed from me like she was scared suddenly. I coaxed her back over to me then I spent a few minutes kissing and rubbing her body all over. I sucked where appropriate – neck, breast, earlobes. Then went inside her and I stayed there for a good 20 mintes. Just fucking her and fucking her and fucking her. Its like her body was calling me. She came twice before I finally did. Afterwards I lay beside her, sweating profusely from all the work. FC did something surprising; she rolled over and laid on me. She’s never done that. I took her in my arms and held her tight. After a few moments, probably minutes, I could tell she was crying still. I took her by the chin and raised her head up. “Are you crying?” I asked. She nodded.

Now I’m worried. I’ve been around lots of women. So I’ve seen the symptoms of being on period. But my princess was crying a little too much. I’m suspecting something else is going on. But now is not the time to talk about it.

About 30 minutes later FC was getting dressed. She was happy. Bouncing around the room, talking shit about this and that. Back to her old self. No tears. All the shit she said she wouldn’t be doing that night, had changed to I’m going here. Then me and my girls are going there. Then we’ll probably end up over there.

That’s my baby.

Before she left I pulled her to me. I asked her if anyone had hurt her. She shrugged and said no. Then I dug deeper. I asked if any fuckboy had hurt her. Or, had her ex-boyfriend come back and hurt her?

But she said it was nothing. Blamed it all on her period. We said our goodbyes. She made it to her car before I did mine. She backed out and peeled off. Suddenly she was on a mission. I was really confused now.

That night I hooked up with some of the recently laid off co-workers. One of them was the Oracle. She said she would get there early if I wanted to go ahead and come. So I took the opportunity. I needed to run this Firecracker stuff by her.

We ended up meeting at the same place I’d taken Bubbles on our first date. Crazy. Me and the Oracle were the only ones there. After a brief catchup I asked her about FC. Told her the whole story about missing our dates and including her crying in the room.

The Oracle was like, “Three things likely happened. Her boyfriend managed to get back in with her and hurt her. Or she met some new dude that hurt her feelings or, it really was her period. I mean I been cranky and tearful before when I was on my period. Not wanting to leave the house. Just sitting around crying. Or, it could be a combination of 2 of the three. My gut tells me she’s having some man problems.”

I raised my margarita glass. The Oracle raised hers. We clicked them and I said, “I got to talk to you more often.” She smiled. “Yes you do! But I wouldn’t worry about her. Sounds like you got her mind right. Got her feeling good about herself. That’s what you’re there for big Daddy.” We both chuckled.

Saturday Feb 27th Bubbles text and cancelled our date for that afternoon. It was cool. I was still a little hung over from the night before. And after working all last weekend I just wanted to lie around the house and do nothing. By this point I was used to being cancelled on.

I ended up sleeping all day. My wife came home that afternoon and got in the bed with me and went to sleep as well. I don’t think I’ve laid around the house all day in almost a year. Felt good. Then I got a weird text. It ended up being one of my other co-workers. My plug! My Cohibas had come in. He sent a pic too

Just in time too. I was down to my last 2. Fresh

Not a bad end to a rough week…..

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daddy’s journal: 2/26/16

previous entries: daddy’s journal: 2/17 daddy’s journal: 2/10

Tuesday Feb 16th “You’re a very handsome man,” June was telling me. “Your wife is lucky.”

I love this nail salon. They have some of the most beautiful Asian chicks I’ve seen. I swear they must have a prerequisite for being attractive to work there. They all have simple names like Mary, Janet, Stacy & June. June’s been flirting with me for the last 20 minutes. Mary, the owner, walked over and said, “I love your car. I can’t believe your wife let you buy a car like that.” I chuckled and we spent the next few minutes cracking jokes about it.

A few hours earlier I was with Firecracker. I didn’t get to see her for Valentine’s Day. I had wanted to take her to get a mani/pedi, as well as some shopping but she had other plans with her friends and fuckboy. When she walked in to the room I had 2 dozen roses lying on the bed. She jumped on the bed and picked them up, smelling them. Happy af. Told me her boyfriend hadn’t bought anything. Didn’t even show up for their date, blah blah. I tuned her out. I was just happy that she was happy. Nothing like making my Princess smile.

I hate giving gifts after the fact but I couldn’t get the roses before or on V-Day because I didn’t see her. I couldn’t send them to her because, like most of my SBs, I’m not allowed to know where she lives.

She told me she had cleared her afternoon in the hopes that I could deliver on all the spoiling I wanted to do. I decided to manipulate the situation to my benefit. First, I told her I couldn’t get off and that I was busy at work. Next I told her she could accompany me out of town and we could do all the shopping she wanted. I’d been wanting her to go out of town with me for awhile but she’d been too busy. We’ve been out of town before and I was ready for another trip. With the new boyfriend, school, etc., she simply wasn’t making the the time, though she gave other excuses. So again she said she was too busy for the trip and probably couldn’t go. But I could see the temptation in her eyes. So I left it right there.

The sex was good that day.

I had plans to meet Muffin for the first time the next night. So I wanted to be looking good. After leaving the hotel with Firecracker, I’d swung by the mall to re-up on some D&G cologne. Kind of old but goes good with my body chemistry. Then on to the nail shop.

“You have such beautiful skin,” June tells me when she finishes. “I love your how do you say com, com, com…” She frowned. “Complexion?” I offered. “Yes, yes that’s it.” I smiled and pulled out my wallet. All this ass kissing was had me wanting to tip. I paid out and dropped some extra $$ for June’s tip. “Oh, “ she smiled and clasped her hands in front of her. “Thank you so much.”

A few hours later, my barber had finished my haircut and was lining up my goatee. I was officially ready for the trip out of town. Unfortunately, an hour later I was on the phone with Muffin. She had changed her mind. At first, it sounded like she wanted more money but things were more complicated as I would later realize. In my openness with her, I realized I had talked too much. I had been too transparent. Babygirl wanted more than to just be another chick. She wanted to know that what she was building with me was worth her time and effort, and potentially I might be replacing her current SD. I just couldn’t give her that at the moment. I didn’t have it to give.

So Muffin ended it. Too many bitches.

Wednesday Feb. 17th

The sugar gods must be looking out for me. It was a good thing I didn’t go out of town Wednesday. The day turned out to be crazy. All the fucking off at work had caught up to me. Even my personal clients I take care of were blowing up my phone. I spent the day catching up, and then ducked out early to make my rounds to my clients. Yes, I have job, but I also do some consulting on the side. It’s quite lucrative and I’m hoping to become a full time consultant working for myself.

As it were one of the ladies at my client’s site pulled me to the side and told me that her cousin worked for a prominent local museum and they needed some consulting. I gave her my number and later that evening, her cousin called me and we spent 30 minutes discussing me doing some work for them. She also requested a quote.

This wasn’t going to be some high dollar deal, but this wasn’t about money. This could put me on the map, giving my business the notoriety and prestige I needed to launch. There’s always a certain prestige to servicing non-profits. I’m hopeful but I won’t get my hopes up.

By that night I was dog tired. Too tired to even post my journal entry. But not too tired to talk to Bubbles. :) She hit me late as I was about to go to bed. With all the excitement around Muffin, I’d forgotten about her. We were supposed to hook up on Thursday. We exchanged a few texts and the date was set.

Thursday Feb 18th

But the next afternoon, she wasn’t feeling it. Neither was I really. We wanted to see each other but having dinner beforehand was out of the question. Instead, we settled on just getting a room. She was worried about not wearing makeup but I was cool with it. I told her we could cancel but she wanted to see me. She just didn’t want to get all dolled up.

When she showed up at the room I couldn’t believe it. She was still beautiful, though not the glamour goddess I saw last time, but close enough. The energy between us is amazing. We immediately started kissing and undressing each other. I went down immediately and started licking that pretty pink muff. She likes it when I suck the clit while simultaneously thrashing it with my tongue. She must have cum in less than a minute. After the second orgasm, she was sitting up on her elbows looking down at me biting her lip. She grabbed the top of my head as I relentlessly licked that clit like there was no tomorrow. “Fuck!” she yelled. “You eat pussy better than my roommate…”

She was so loud I’m pretty sure the neighbors heard her. I made a mental note to circle back to that “roommate” comment. I kept on licking that kitty until she could take it no more. She pushed my head away and pulled me up so that I could be on top of her. We kissed. Well, she licked my face and sucked my tongue. I swear she’s fascinated with tasting her own pussy. I’m just the middleman. She tells me to lie down and takes her turn on me. Her allergies had been bothering her which is why she hadn’t wanted to go out and get all dolled up. Trying to give me fellatio wasn’t all that easy either. She stopped after a moment. I knew her allergies were killing her. It’s that time of year.

We switched to missionary and once again I slid into some of the tightest kitty I’ve had in years. This time was different. I could barely get him in this time. It took a few moments before I could get at least partially inside her. Then I went slow and steady, trying to open that muff up. Babygirl was getting mad. Not at me, but more so because she couldn’t enjoy me more. It was cool. Her attitude and willingness to please is like an aphrodisiac to me. After a few minutes, she asked if I could finish in her mouth. God I love the way she asks that. Like she’s doubtful if I want to.

We switch again and she spent the next several minutes sharing her knowledge. She stopped a few times because of the allergies but like a true trooper she marched on. When I came, I sounded the alarm and Bubbles kept on. I swear she started sucking harder as I came, extracting every drop of the ivory cream. She locked eyes with me and kept sucking until there was nothing left. When I was done she rose up and smiled. I thought she was going to go to the bathroom but she did no such thing. She licked her lips and then went back to Bartholomew and licked the head just in case there was any dribble.

I like Bubbles. I’ve been trying to get her off this per meet bullshit. Get her on a real allowance. Get her to commit to something. But she has friends. Strippers, current sugar babies, etc. These are some real bitches. These girls aren’t sitting around reading Tumblr blogs all day. Chicks with names like Diamond and Piper…Pushing 6-series and E-class whips. Condos downtown. 30th floor overlooking the city. And worst … they’re advising Bubbles. I got my work cut out for me. Might have to cop the Celine bag. But this game isn’t won by money alone. I need to run game. Put on the charm….Cultivate the relationship. My works cut out for me.

As we get dressed, I circle back to her comment. I ask about the roommate. She tells me her roommate’s a girl and “…occasionally we play.”

“Hey come on,” Bubbles smiled. “You should know I’m not fucking another guys. As tight as my pussy is.”

Friday Feb 19th

Friday, I get a text from Ms. Butterworth. She’s just saying hi. Asking me how I’ve been, etc., but it’s all code for “When can we hook up?” I’m not interested in Ms. B anymore. We did hook up after my last post on her. She’d gained weight…hair wasn’t quite together. I think she was just having a bad day but the on-again, off-again communication had taken its toll. I sent back a few low interest responses. I was meeting with Firecracker again, so I was distracted.

Looks like my plan might have worked. As Firecracker and I got dressed after sex, she said, “Hey I think I can juggle a few classes if you still want to go out of town.” I smiled and say, “ Oh really? You sure? I mean I know you’re busy.” Blah blah. I hated to resort to devious tactics, but I wanted to spend time with princess and she’s letting other things get in the way.

“No, I’m good,” she smiles as she pulls up her jeans. “We can work something out. I can do 2 days so you can take me to that mall you were telling me about.”

Thought she’d see things my way. Still we didn’t set a concrete date on when it would happen. I’m pessimistic.

Saturday Feb 20th

As the weekend begins, I get busy again. The wife and I are closing one of our locations for our business. I hadn’t blogged about it but we’ve been in the middle of lease negotiations. We lost on our last bid and as the month ends, we’ve been cleaning and clearing out. All day Saturday, I moved. By Saturday night, my body was aching. I had used muscles I hadn’t used in a long time. As I sat in my recliner, feet up, I got a text from Kim, the stripper. Hadn’t heard from her all week. She wants me to come see her at the new club she’s working at. I’m too tired to go. Not sleepy, but my body is not feeling it. Then Kim sends me a pic of her before she goes out and dances for her next set

Now I feel like going :)

But I can’t get out. Wifey isn’t having that shit. She’s like “Nigga where you going? Thought you were tired?” I didn’t have anything good comeback other than the thought of Kim’s pic in my head. No way I’m getting out on a Saturday at 11:30pm.

Fuck it. I tell Kim I’ll hook up with her next week.

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daddy’s journal: 2/17/16

previous journal entry 2/10/16

I slid the curtain to the side just enough for me to see the parking lot. I killed the lights in the room to mask my silhouette as I looked out. I’m at a semi-cheesy motel. Kimberly, my new exotic dancer friend, told me to get a room there. She’d be along shortly. I was smoking one of my Cohibas. Usually I don’t smoke when I’m about to meet ladies, but I knew there would be no kissing Kim. After a few minutes I sat down in front of my laptop & began writing this journal entry. I had a feeling Kim would be late.

It’s Tuesday evening but felt like Friday already. 30 hours ago I was sitting in my office when my phone rang. It was Pops, my boss, calling me to his office. As I walk past all the vacant offices of the recently slain I can’t help but feel I’m next. Am I a dead man walking?

I close the door behind me and sit down across from him. “Pops” is cool. He’s 7 years younger than me. He’s been to black strip clubs, likes rap including Jay Z, UGK and Big Sean. “Well I’ll just get right to it,” he said. He leans back and puts his feet up on his desk. My financial life flies past my eyes and I get nervous. “We’re doing salary reductions,” he says. He spent a few minutes explaining why then said, “Everyone over $100k gets 11% and everyone under gets 6%. I tried to fight for you but the board want’s to continue to cut costs so we can remain viable.” I make a scene like I really care. And appear visibly upset. But really I’m not. I got my side business going. I’m good. The cut just means one less vacation we’ll take this year.

I walk out keeping up my disappointment ruse and head back past all the empty offices. The layoff has left it bare and quiet. Boring even. I flop down behind my desk. I got some tumblr DMs from Muffin to answer and some messages from this new girl I’ve met on SA. I call her Bubbles. With the layoff it ain’t much to do though I pretend I’m super busy. On the way home Kimberly texts me. We’ve been texting since Sunday. She wants to get a room but I’m not in the mood. I go home, grab a glass of wine and watch some Love and Hip Hop to get my mind off things. Nothing clears the head like reality TV. I swear I’d marry Cardi B if I could. And Muffins keeping my DM lit up. I decide to move her to text.

The next day I keep up the texting with Muffin. I like her. She’s cool, sweet and definitely has some game. I like that. Pops comes by to make small talk but its just bullshit. He just wants to know if I’m still mad. I let him know I’m good even though I’m down to one direct report now. I hate corporate America. That afternoon Kim hits me again. She’s aggressive. “Can we meet tonight baby?” Throws in a couple of pics. “Yes,” I reply. A few hours later, I’m sitting here typing away at my keyboard. Cohiba in my mouth. I hear a car pull up and rush over to the window. It’s a black BMW. 4 series. Can’t be too old. New shit. Kim pops out the passenger side. Whoa. I go back and close the lid on my laptop and turn on the lamp. She knocks at the door, I open, and she walks in smelling like a bag of weed. The BMW she rode up in is parking. Probably her pimp. Sigh. That’s the game in these parts. Pimps have their girls working the clubs turning tricks and what not. Kimberly’s fine af though so I’m going to have to overlook this little situation.

I put out the cigar and we hug and chit chat briefly. She’s all business though. She strips down to nothing in less than 30 seconds. I salivate at the thought of licking that pretty ivory skin all over. But it’s not to be done. No oral contact. I quickly undress and lay on the bed. Kim pulls out a condom, puts it in her mouth and slides it on Bartholomew all in one move. She gets comfortable in between my legs while she licks here, there, and there. Its ok. Would be better without the latex. I ask if she can take it off. Offer more $$$ even but she says no. After a few minutes I’m hard a as a rock. Mostly from looking at Kim’s voluptuous body. Damn sure wasn’t from that dry ass knowledge she was giving me.

I get on top, enter, and pound that 23 year old muff. Sadly it wasn’t exciting as the Saturday before in the champagne room. I was going to cum quick until I felt her get wett. She wrapped them creamy thighs around me tighter and dug her fingernails into my back. I got turned on and for the next few minutes I felt like a King all back in touch with my 21 year old self until I came. I laid down while Kim jumped up and went to the bathroom. She came back with a warm towel and pulled off the latex. Then she did something unexpected. She ran her tongue along my dick. Lawd have mercy. I almost passed the fuck out. I was looking at her with this frown/half confused look on my face and she smiled and chuckled as she cleaned me up with the wet towel. She went and disposed of the latex and then came back and laid on the bed with me. Surprised me with that shit. With a pimp in the car I knew the clock was ticking. Sure enough she jumped up after 2 minutes and started getting dressed. I barely had my socks on before she had walked over, gave me a hug and left.

It was fun but not the thrill like the champagne room. I save my journal entry and kill my laptop. I’ll finish typing after the fact. I head home, answer a few tumblr posts and text Muffin. We’ve setup a potential date and I’m looking forward to meeting her in a few days at that point. Before I go to bed Bubbles texts. I kind of had blown her off. Her pics on her profile were of this drop dead gorgeous model looking chick. I’m thinking no way this chick is real or maybe she’s a flake. Like a mind reader she randomly text saying its her in the profile. Cute. Half hour later we have a date for Thursday. I love it when things move along.

I met up with Firecracker Wed. afternoon. Things have been different between. Now that I have my perspective back I’m good. I’ve decided to get back to just enjoying our arrangement for what it is. Since then I’ve been over my puppy love. Firecracker has always been a complete turn on for me so I quickly undress her, ready for that kitty. I’ve had some anons asking what about FC has me going crazy. One thing is she’s consistent about her body and looks. That stuff’s always on point. Always smells fresh. Skin softy and creamy. Not sure what lotion she uses but it smells good. The kitty doesn’t even smell or have taste…well there was this one time I could swear I tasted vinegar. Body always clean. Toes. Nails always done. If she’s not wearing some cute ass outfit…she’s wearing some cute ass outfit. LOL. Hopefully some of you will get that.

20 minutes after getting into the room we’re laying beside each other panting, sweaty. The sex has been different lately too. Not sure if it’s me or her or a weird combination of things but sex is definitely more sensual. Ironic since I’ve decided to back off all the drama. We talked about her leaving this summer, her new boyfriend and several other things. All that talking got me hot again. Bartholomew was hard as a rock. I started kissing on her as she talked. At first it had no affect but then her eyes started closing and she stopped talking on occasion as I kissed all the spots I knew she liked. Then I made my way down her body to the kitty. I kissed her inner thighs and ran my fingernails along her legs and up her body to her breasts. I followed it up with kissing all the places my fingers had been until she just stopped talking altogether. I went to the bathroom, got a warm towel and came back and cleaned her up from round one.

Firecracker actually cums a bit. Then I started all over again, kissing her neck, sucking on her breasts, working my way down to the kitty. Before I did I kissed the thighs again. I went back to the kitty and sucked the clit while I thrashed it with my tongue. Then I did some side to side motion while I sucked the clit. She came in less than a minute. I put on the hat and slid back in for my second course. I don’t know what had got into me but I pounded that pink little muff like It was new to me. I’d love to tell you I fucked her for another hour but nah. I came quick, 5 minutes tops.

Time got away from us. She needed to get to her life. I needed to get back to mine. How it’s supposed to be really. As we got dressed she told me she bet I was going to go and fall asleep in my office since I had cum twice. I told her probably not. She had me all confused with them young boys. A couple of hours later I was in my office with the door closed, dozing off.

I texted Lala late that afternoon down in Miami. By the end of the night she hadn’t responded. She had been feeling some type of way about sugar and vanilla relationships. She wasn’t sure what she wanted. I started to text again but I let her make it. She has my number. She’ll hit me when or if she’s ever ready. Meanwhile Muffin’s keeping me distracted. You would think the conversation would haven’t gotten boring but nope.

The next day I woke up in a good mood. The week was crazy and judging by the signs of it, had no intention of getting better. By Midday Muffin and I were blowing up each others phone. Shit, I almost forgot about the date with Bubbles until she texted to confirm. We met at a swanky restaurant that evening. Lots of upscale patrons and what not. I was a little on the fence about meeting her there. She could be a catfish and I’d be fucked for an hour sitting across from some hound puppy looking chick. But I was wrong. Bubbles walked up living up to every pic I’d seen of her. I was like

Skinny girl. But pretty af. Dam if I didn’t feel like a stud as I entered the restaurant with her on my arm. We sat out on the patio. It’s early so not a lot of people out with us. Two chicks are at the table next to us but other than that we’re alone. Bubbles was simply refreshing from the start. We laughed and talked about all kinds of shit. I had forgot what it’s like to be out on a date having fun. Turned out she was half Dominican with a 25/25 mix of some German and Dutch lineage.

Right before the food came I realized the two women at the table across from us were touching each other and holding hands. I told Bubbles and she giggled. “I know. I’ve been watching them the whole time.” We both laughed then she said. “I’m bisexual.”

I stopped laughing.

We talked about her sexuality but we had to lower our voices because another crew came to the table behind us. Some grown ass women too. 30’s. And they were all up in our table. At one point I had turned to look behind me and one of them locked eyes with me. Good looking chick too. Mature 35, 36ish. I could fuck with her. Then I thought about all the lies I’d have to tell. How I wasn’t married. I got my own place blah blah. Fuck that. I’ll stick with the sugar.

The food came and went. By that point I knew she had a newborn at home and a baby daddy. We also went over the arrangement again. She wanted per meet and I was cool with that. Seems like that’s what most girls are wanting these days. She was open to something more structured and committed down the line. I told her we could do another date or two to loosen her up. And then she dropped the bomb on me, “Um. We can go ahead and get started tonight if you like….” I was like

40 minutes later, we were naked kissing each other as we fell onto the bed. Her body was flawless. You would have never known she had a baby. No stretch marks whatsoever. I started down towards the muff. “Great,” she said, smiling at me. “I’m multi orgasmic.”

And indeed she was. I started licking on the clit and she looked at me with that “Oh you know what you doing” look. I stopped and got her a pillow and put it under her head so she could watch the show. She wasn’t watching though. She was cumming left right for the next 10 minutes as I licked that clit mercilessly. She literally had a fit the whole time. When she came the first time she grab one of my ears and damn near twisted it off. The second one she squeezed my head together with her thighs. The third she grabbed the top of my head and squeezed it like a basketball as I slurped. The 4th … nevermind

She stopped me and told me, “ I want to taste it baby…” We kissed…well she sucked my tongue then ran her tongue all over my lips, jaw and chin, trying to taste her own kitty and savor the flavor. I put on the condom quickly and dove right in. All carpe diem and shit. But that that kitty was tight af. She loosened up a little bit but my gosh. She was tighter than frog’s ass. We went at it for a few minutes before she stopped me and asked, “You want to finish off in my mouth baby.” Why yes. Yes I do.

I laid down and she pulled off the hat and went to work. Man she had some good knowledge. She licked the shaft, tip, balls and then repeated the cycle a few times before concentrating on Bart completely. Man, those full lips and suction had me going. I tried to resist, holding back my cum but I couldn’t. Before I knew it I let go the hot protein treat into her mouth. She took it all in, every drop. Then she jumped off the bed and went to the bathroom. Not sure if she swallowed or spit. I was out of it. Bubbles came back and laid down next to me. We talked about how good it was to have met. How much we both hoped things would work out and we’d see each other again. We both vowed to at least give it a good try.

Outside we hugged and said goodbye. She didn’t want me to walk her to her car but I had to. It was kind of dark in the parking lot. When we got to it I could see why. Man, that little Honda had seen better days. First it was little, the hood was off another car and the bumper looked like someone had scrapped the paint off it. “I’m so embarrassed, “ she said, putting her hands over her face. “Its no big deal baby,” I told her. And it wasn’t. I’m a car buying motherfucker. And I let her know as much. She was all smiles. We hugged once more and left.

The next few days I mostly talked to Muffin. I asked Bubbles out for that Saturday but she rescheduled for Sunday, Valentine day. Surprisingly. I thought she was blowing smoke until we were actually sitting in the restaurant sipping margaritas. Mama had her hair up in a bun in jeans and t-shirt now. The wife and kids were gone to some kid shit functions so this was a good little getaway for me. I couldn’t’ tell you what the hell we talked about to be honest. It was a lot of shit.

At the end of the brunch she grabbed my hand and told me how great a time she had. How she hadn’t expected it to be that fun. Me neither really. As we left the restaurant the hostess stopped her. “Oh my god, you’re soooooo pretty,” she said. “I just wanted to tell you. I saw you when you walked in….” and she went on for another half minute. It seemed like some lowkey lesbian stuff. Typical man reaction I guess.

Outside we started talking again. But I know she had to go pick up the young’in. So we hugged and kissed good bye. Lots of kissing. Lots. Damn, mama didn’t even care if we was outside and could be seen. I liked that shit too. Sugars supposed to be fun, exciting, thrilling. And Bubbles was delivering on every point.

I won’t get too excited about Bubbles. I know the game. In 4 weeks this could be all over and I’m like Bubbles who? As I drive home, checking the mirror for lipstick, I get a text from Kim with a few pics and the question, “Can I be your Valentine?”

It never ends.

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daddyconfessions · 5 years

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daddy’s journal: 2/10/16

Last week was rough. Monday two of the big guys came in and informed me of an impending layoff then gave me the list. Long list. One of them was my Cuban cigar hookup. Every time he visited our Middle East office he’d come back with a box of Cohibas. He charged me $600 but I knew half of that was a markup. Everybody’s got their hustle. Still it’s worth it.

All of the guys on the list I’m friends with too. So I had to laugh and talk with them throughout the day, pretending to be oblivious to their impending doom. Sometimes I hate corporate America. I did ask about my plug about the Cohibas. He said by month’s end…too late. By day’s end I got news that Friday would be the big day for kills. I felt like shit all day and as I went home, I felt even worse. A glass of red wine later that night didn’t help much.

The next day I met up with Firecracker. I was looking forward to it. The week before she had been on her cycle. Poor thing...she caught hell too. When she got in the room she tried to catch up but I started taking her clothes off. I pushed her onto the bed and went down her. I ate the kitty like it was my first time. “Baby….baby….” she was saying. Couldn’t make out what it was really. My face was buried between her legs. Her thighs were covering my ears. I made her cum twice before I stopped. As I stood up to make my grand entrance I realized I hadn’t even gotten undressed. I laughed at myself.

I quickly pulled off my clothes while she looked on with glazed eyes. I put on the hat, then parted the pink sea like I was Moses. I could feel her squirming under me and realized I might be going too hard. So I let up a bit. She got into then. Her body moved in sync with mine, each time I went deep inside. Before I knew it I came and collapsed on her. A lot quicker then I usually do. I kissed her on her jaw and neck and then she said, “Kiss me.” That was odd for her. So our lips locked for a moment before I stopped and rolled off next to her. We lay there quiet for a good minute when she asked, “What if I want more?” I was like

She’s NEVER asked for a second round. Ever. The next 10 minutes are a disaster though. I got back hard, managed to give her a good show, but I went limp half way through. So we gave up. I apologized and she was ok with it. She’s never wanted it more than once s it caught me off guard. Next time I’ll be ready. Then I realized while we had been at it, she was about to cum but I had beat her to the finish line. Still it was all odd to me.

Wednesday was no better. Lots of pretending going on. 2 of the guys on the kill list came into my office. We laughed and joked all day. Went to lunch with one. God I felt like shit. By the end of the day they started letting half of them go. I thought it was going to be Friday. But someone in upper mgmt. wanted to get it over with.

My assistant is a college student and works part time. I decided to give her the week off, hide her from the big boys. Out of sight out of mind. I’m sure if they saw her they would have told me to get rid of her.

A couple of days later I was in the room with Firecracker. I was determined to exact my retribution for the limp fiasco. But I forgot to pace myself. Half way through I had to stop. All out of breath. She asked me if I was tired and needed to rest but I told her I wanted her to cum. “I’ve already came 5 times baby,” she said, with a half chuckle. Like fool get up. “I can’t do any more ,” she said. Tapped out. I took it to the finish line and called it a day.

I’m good now with Firecracker. Not quite the love sick puppy as before. I put things in perspective and got back in touch with why I do this and what I want to experience. I can confidently say, “I’m good.”

The weekend hit and the fam was gone to some kid functions. I’m alone Saturday so I decided to check out a 40th birthday party for a good friend. Nothing fantastical happened there. By midnight I was on my way home. I haven’t been out on a Saturday in almost a year. So I couldn’t just go home. Who knows when I would be out again?

I decided to hit the strip club. I forgot what its like to be out on a Saturday night. I must have had 4 street races on the way there. Young punks. Shit to prove. I make a mental note to run the ride by Billy Ray’s shop tho. Time for some upgrades.

The clubs packed. Titties and ass everywhere. “I’ve got to get out more often on Saturday,” I mumble to myself. Most of the girls are in the back of the club given all kinds of table dances. I grab a beer from the bar and then flop down at a nearby table. I resigned to leave once the beer was gone since none of these chicks were looking particularly good to me tonight.

I had a couple of sips of beer left when my favorite song comes on. Erotic city by Prince. “Kimberly” gets on stage. OMG. Good looking girl dancing to my favorite song? Must be a sign from the sugar gods. I patiently wait through her set, stretching those last two sips out for 15 minutes. It took her another 5 min to come out the back after her 3 songs. I watched as she went from guy to guy. Flopping down in their laps, talking to them for a few minutes before getting up and going to the next. Either these guys want something for free or she’s all about that champagne love. I watch this cycle go on for about 15 minutes. Damn if I didn’t stretch out the last remnants of beer in the bottle. Finally she walks past my chair and I grab her arm. She immediately flops down on me and lays her head back on my shoulder.

“Hey baby,” she says. I can smell the mix of perfume and her natural scent. Kind of sweet like. Musk. We chit for a second before she says, “You want to spend some time with me or you want to get a dance?” Not sure what that means in stripper lingo. So I say, “I want both.” So she starts chatting me up, little bs conversation about nothing. She’s kissed me several times and by the time the next song comes on I was hard. “I think I’m ready for a table dance,” I tell her.

She took me by the hand and led me to the table dance area. As I walked in I realized why I hadn’t seen that many girls. All the pretty ones were in this section doing all kinds of acrobatic feats and what not. We find a table and I sit down. Kimberly puts her drink down and other belongings and ask if I want to wait until the next song. I told her yes. She took another sip of the drink and starts dancing anyway. Ass and titties in my face. Even stood up on the couch with my head between her legs and her pussy less than an inch from my mouth and nose. I could smell her natural smell again. That kitty was sweaty too. Gotta love strippers. Hard workers.

As the song drew to an end I told her she was making me want some champagne love. She stopped suddenly and straddled me. She put her mouth to my ear and we discussed a price. After the negotiations were done she stood up and put back on her top. She told me I owed her for one dance and then we could go. I pulled out a $20 and handed it over. I could have sworn it was 2 songs, but fuck it. She grabbed my hand again and led me towards the bar. She tells this middle age chick I want the champagne room. “Great I’ll take care of it,” mama said. I cough up the champagne room fee and hand it to her. Then Kimberly leads me to the champagne room.

The room is well lit. I’m nervous. We grab a seat in the far corner. I sit down as Kimberly rearranges the chairs and tables to barricade us in. Then she sits next to me. “I need $20 to tip my manager to not let anyone back her. I need another $20 to tip the waitress.” Damn. Tip drill. I pull out the cash, hand it over, and she disappears. She comes back and pulls off her shoes and flop down beside me. All comfy cozy now. Then the waitress comes with two glasses and champagne. She pops the bottle and pours us both a glass. “You guys need anything else?” the old chick asked. “No,” I say.

We pick up the glass and click’em. “Cheers.” We talk a bit longer and then Kimberly kills her drink. “Pull your pants down babe,” she tells me. I look around in fear by the lights. No sooner had I thought about it they went dim. I drop my pants down to my knees. Kimberly goes in her purse and pulls out a condom. She tears it out the pack, puts it in her mouth and goes down on me. She gets it half on and then tries to use her fingers to get it further down. “Ouch,” I yell. Her nails are too long and the rubbers too tight. “Damn you got a big dick,” she tells me. She tries to pull it down and ends up breaking the rubber. We pull it off and she gets another, she gets it on again and I finish putting it on at this time. While I’m getting it on she pours more champagne and takes one more to the head. “You ready baby?” she asks. “Yes!”

She’s got some pretty good knowledge despite the condom. Had me rock hard despite the plastic. Or was it because I was just hot? Before I knew it she had climbed on top and was trying to ride. She was doing ok, but needed some help. I grabbed her by her waist and guided her up and down. When she had opened up for me, I got rough pounding her up and down on me. “Fuck,” she was saying. “Damn…..You’re big babe.” She put her hands on my chest and stops me. I looked over the back of the couch. Had someone come in? “You want to do doggie?” she asked.

We switch. She’ got down on the couch. She grabs me and guides me into the kitty. Now I’m standing up behind her in full site of the door. Fuck it. YOLO. I go to work. No time to waste. I’m turned up now. I wasn’t my usual sensitive lover self. I was just trying to bust so I went hard on her. “God….Oh shit,” she said. Suddenly she looked back at me as if she were possessed, her eyes locked with mine and narrowed. “You’re fucking me…” she growled. Why Yes. Yes I am. And I went on fucking her, wearing that little kitty out.

“Baby,” she panted. “You gotta hurry up.” I can’t come quick often and I was in rare form. I went for another minute before I came. Hard. When I was done, I collapsed in the chair beside her. She got off her knees and sat beside me and let out a long breath. We both reached for our glasses simultaneously and laughed at ourselves. We clicked them one more time and took a sip.

God I hope the local boys weren’t in the building. If so they had me on all kinds evidence. Sitting there with my pants around my knees, her naked. Kim pulled off the condom and disposed of it. Then handed me some napkins to clean up. We both got dressed and then sat back down to enjoy another glass.

“I gotta go babe,” she told me. I knew the game. It was another hour left before the club closed. Lots of $$$ to be made.

Before we walked out we exchanged numbers. She was cool meeting outside the club. Apparently I had “proven” myself. We walked out and Kim left me on the floor as she disappeared in the back. I sat down and finished off my glass of wine. As I got up to leave the old waitress was back. She had been coming to check on me I guess. We were so close we could have kissed. Had to have been intentional.

“How are you,” she asked. I told her I was fine. “Were you needing anything else sugar?” Ironic name. I told her yes and pulled out my wad and giving her a tip. “That’s for you.” She smiled and gave me the biggest hug ever. She needed to be careful though. Just because it was a bunch of 20 somethings walking around didn’t’ mean I wouldn’t show her what I was all about. I grinned and left.

Not a bad end to a rough week I’d say. (excuse any typos)

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sugar tales: Big Madre

I ran across Big Madre’s profile on SD.com. It was 2006 and I had recently joined the site. I sent the first message, she replied and several messages later we moved to email so we could exchange pics. Email would be the primary source of contact. Texting was fairly new to me in 2006. Hell I still had a flip phone as I recall.

After a few days of emails we met up for drinks. Big Madre was plus sized. At least 225 in the size 12 to 14 range. Despite her size, I liked the jelly. Sexy. BM was from the Honduras I think, and had been living in America most of her life. Jet black hair, nice brown skin tone, big ass and a little pudgy in the midsection. Still she was a good looking girl and probably was even more pretty several years prior and before the kids. Our first date we met at a bar of her choosing. Pretty happening place. I remember just being happy to be out a date. I hadn’t been too lucky on SD.com.

We sat outside in the spring evening and got to know each other over drinks. I can’t remember the conversation enough to quote, but the gist of her story was pretty dismal. She was separated from hubby. Yet, they still lived in the same house sleeping in separate bedrooms. They’re weren’t intimate either. Hubby refused to give her a divorce and pretty much didn’t give her any money. If she wanted to leave she would have to do it on her own. He also refused to pay for daycare and because she was married she couldn’t get social assistance to pay for it either. So she couldn’t go to work. No way to lift herself out of her situation because of the toddlers. Family support was out of the question. Culture and Catholicism as she explained, made divorce difficult, if not impossible. In fact, her fam encouraged her to work things out with him. “Do it for the kids mija.” Poor girl. She couldn’t do one for the other. Trapped. That’s where I came in. Cap’n Save’em. Up up and away!!!!

It was a lot to lay on a newbie like me though. I wasn’t that strong financially or mentally yet. Gosh, I was just happy to be going out on a date with the promise of getting some kitty. Didn’t know it would be this dark and grimey. After drinks we said our goodbyes but I couldn’t tell she wasn’t interested in me. Maybe I let her talk to much? Somehow I slipped from being a potential benefactor and lover to a cool friend? We spoke sparingly over the next few days. Very dry. And then one day I made an offhand sexual comment. Not sure what I said, but it was enough to change the tone. The conversation went from dry and flat to sexy and playful. We met again within a couple of days : )

I picked her up from a friends and I could tell right away this was going to be a different date. She was into me. Even brought it up. Big Madre told me she hadn’t been feeling me at first. No attraction. “But then you started playing with me and I kind of got excited,” she said. “I don’t know. It just turned me on.” She had even told her friend how she’d met me but I wasn’t doing it for her.

Big Madre made me the man I am today. I’ve had a lot of questions on what I look like. Why I’m so successful in the sugarbowl. Why so many girls. I just figured out early on having money wasn’t enough. I guess its worth mentioning these days it doesn’t’ take much. LOL. You got cash, she’s giving up the ass. But back in 2006, a Daddy needed some game to nab a SB. Money was just a tool as opposed to a necessity. Just IMHO. I needed to know how to talk to women. Understand them. Had to have a good haircut. Nice clothes and shoes. I needed to be confident too. More importantly, I needed the ability to reach inside them and turn on their interest for me. I needed some player tendencies if I really wanted to be successful.

I wanted to go to dinner this time. But Big Madre was amped up. She wanted to go to a strip club. Apparently I had really got her going. We hit up a well known spot, ordered some drinks and had a pretty decent time. She wasn’t very happy though. There were a lot of girls in the club, but they weren’t too interested in us. “Some of these bitches don’t like black guys,” I remember her saying. Still we managed to get a few table dances. Mostly for her. (Turned out she liked girls too).

As we left the club, we decided to go somewhere more to our liking. More “friendly” to the likes of me. But as we drove she told me she’d rather get a room. “I wanna fuck,” she said. Wow. Just like that? I was loving the sugarbowl already! Damn. She was visibly turned on too. Rubbing my hand while I drove. Kept looking at me. Touching my leg.

I made a mental note that night to definitely polish my game going forward if chicks were going to be acting like this. : )

We found a hotel and checked in. She told me we both had to shower first before we started. I took mine first and waited on her. When she came out, she had put her top back on and pulled it down over her waist to cover her stomach. Just covering up all that sweet jelly. I wanted it all off. I wanted to see that big body. In the faint light I could see stretch marks too. But she refused. “No,” she told me as I tried to remove it. “I don’t feel comfortable taking it off.”

I got turned off. I mean I knew she was a Big’un. I had already accepted that. But her lack of confidence almost made me go limp. I’ve blogged before on confidence and this is a perfect example. Because she was ashamed of her body parts, it sort of put the spotlight on it and it became the elephant in the room. I shook it off. I had to salvage the evening. We started making out. Lots of kissing and playing with each other. Then I went down on the kitty. Wasn’t the expert I am now. Definitely no multiple orgasms where she’s pushing my head away in an attempt to escape my love. Those days would come later :) I only managed to get her aroused that night. We switched up and she began worshiping Bartholomew. She had some pretty good knowledge. She was one of the first girls to actually use saliva. She spit on him before going down as far as she could. She gagged and coughed, and I could feel her tonsils. She’d come up off him for air, panting. She’d lick the shaft while she caught her breath, slurping, going all 7-eleven and what not. When she caught her breath she’d take me in her mouth and do it all over again. Big Madre was thoughtful too. She made her way down to the twins, and gave them some enlightenment. I wasn’t used to that I had to admit. So it tickled and I jerked and twitched as she did it. By the time she stopped I was hard as a rock tho.

I put on the prophylactic and she mounted up. She tried to ride me but it wasn’t very good. So we switched to missionary. I shocked her because I threw them big ‘ol legs up around my shoulder like she weighed 120lbs. Turned her on that I was able to man handle her despite her size. “My husband acts like I’m too big,” she said. “I’m not your husband,” I told her as I proceeded to punish the kitty. My memory is foggy after that. I went hard on her for a long time. Trying to hit it at different angles. Doing circles. Different positions. All acrobatic and stuff. But I couldn’t get her to cum. She had told me days back she didn’t cum easy if not at all. I was certainly putting that claim to test and it held true I’m afraid. I couldn’t get that kitty to purr for nothing. I succumbed and let my unborn out.

I was all sweaty and tired. Catching my breath. Tired from my attempt. “Can we go again,” she asked.

“I’m done,” I told her. “Ok.” She laid on my chest.

We talked a bit more. She still had that shirt half on. I don’t know why it bothered me but it did. She asked, “You ever do threesomes?” I was like yea sometimes. “I mean with another guy?” she asked.

“Uh no,” I frowned. “I have a strict, 1 dick in the room policy. But we can do two girls.” She said ok, but I could tell she wanted two dicks at the same time. Big Madre was a freak. We got up and got dressed. It was comical watching her put on her bra and then pulling up her shirt over it. Couldn’t believe she was that subconscious about her body. Such a let down.

I was kind of over her after that. Still we kept exchanging emails, remaining playful and flirty. She escalated. Started sending me naked pics of all that jelly. Kitty shots and stuff. Then one day she emailed that hubby had hit her a few times. Pushed her. And he had gotten tighter with the money too. She was feeling really trapped and wanted me to help. But I wasn’t the man I am today. Her problems were too big for me. On top of that I had lost interest sexually. I felt she wasn’t completely open with me sexually. I met her again and gave her some $$$ to help out. No sex. But I started letting emails go and our conversation began to trail off. Last email from her she told me she had gone to a strip club and had managed to get a stripper home. I knew it was a ploy to get me back. Normally that would have turned me on but again I just wasn’t feeling her. I was like, “Oh that’s nice…” but sometime after that we just stopped talking completely.

Every now and then I wonder about her. Wonder if she made it out…Regret not doing more for her and helping. I just didnt’ have it in me. Despite the bad experience Big Madre taught me a lot. Taught me I had to have some game. I learned a lot of the women I’d be meeting would be in desperate need for money and if I wasn’t ready to spend and help these girls out I needed to take a seat. And I did. I stayed out the sugar bowl for another 2 years almost. I saw several escorts during that time. I’ll blog on that one day. :)

But, I wasn’t completely ready yet.

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daddy’s journal: trying to stop loving my SB

Saturday February 13, 2016

I went to the strip club tonight after I got off. Trying to get my mind off Firecracker. Sugardaddies aren’t supposed to fall in love. Nothing breaks the love spell like new kitty...so I thought. As I sit in the club and sip a cold one, chick after chick came by to get that elusive table dance from me.

But I was as cold as the beer I was drinking, curving bitches left and right. I haven’t blogged on my stripper experiences but lets just say where I live the strip clubs are selling more than table dances wink wink.

But not tonight. Tonight only reaffirmed Firecracker’s got me all caught up. One tall white chick came by. She went for the juggular....bypassing the table dance game. My suitcoat had her going. She was “getting off shift” and wanted to know if I could spend $400 in the champagne room. Her sultry voice and wet lips on my ear foretold of a sordid 30 minutes in the dark complete with head, swallowing and intercourse if I wanted it. Grimey stuff.

I turned her down.

Just wasn’t feeling it. 3 more chicks followed behind her. But none were hot enough to make me forget Firecracker tonight.

Firecracker slipped and said she had some guy calling her. She didn’t mean to. Fuckboy. I can tell she likes him too. Plus several exes are still after her.....

I’m not worried about the exes, its the new fuckboy that will get her distracted, giving me rushed visits as opposed to the usual laid back time we have together. No extra time together, just our visits cause she’s “busy”.

I’m thinking of ending it with her or I’m trying to anyway. Ween myself off the kitty, my emotions for her. I need to fly to Los Angeles, then maybe Miami, and definitely Mexico for some Peruvian kitty to help get my mind off her. Definitely Australia. Wish I could fly up to Seattle but I digress. Firecracker wouldn’t care if I’m gone anyway. That’s just more time for her to play, give the kitty a rest or worse give it away to some fuckboy. Sigh

Twice I’ve talked myself out of raising her allowance. She’s done nothing to deserve it other than me falling in love with her. I expected to come home with glitter and perfume on me, dick slightly sore yet relieved from my time at the strip club. Instead, I came home wishing I was with her.

This isn’t healthy

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sugar tales: Lady Ratchet

I met LADY RATCHET on CL about several years ago. It was the good old days when a guy could post an ad and not worry about it being deleted. Things went quick with Lady Ratchet too. After a few days of emails and text, I picked her up from some gated apts and took her to an upscale restaurant. It was chilly that night. She had on a fur coat and a long dress that hugged her figure. Dark skinned sister with hazel eyes. Looking back on it I’d say she was hiding something underneath, but I never got the dress off to see.

As we walk into the restaurant we both noticed Sway from MTV sitting at a table surrounded by a bunch of girls and some dudes. Sway was a VJ and reporter at MTV for awhile. He also reports for something else but can’t remember what. Has his own radio show now.

We get seated and order drinks. By the time they come, we spark up what could have been a pretty decent conversation. But every few minutes she gazed over at the table Sway was at. She made little comments like, “Damn ain’t no room over there for me” and “I wonder how long he’s here for.” I should have been offended but tbh I was just really getting into sugaring so I was very excited to even be taking a chick out. Feeling all lucky and stuff. She puts in an order for food and I just order an appetizer since I wasn’t really hungry. The waiter asks for the menu but she wants to keep hers. That was a precursor for things to come.

The food arrives and she takes a few bites as we talk. When the waiter comes back and asks if we’re ok she grabs and looks at other dishes. “I think I’m getting something else,” she says, perusing the dishes. The waiter asked if something was wrong with her plate and she said no. “I just want something else.” He tried to take the dish as he left but she wouldn’t let him.

We get back to talking again but now she’s really staring at Sways table off and on, tuning out our conversation. A few people have gone over and asked for his autograph and others have gathered around the table.

The dish comes and she moves her other plate to the side. She takes a few bites as we chat about what we both want out of the relationship in between he trying to see whats going on at Sway’s table. 10 minutes later the waiter has returned and now she’s ordering a 3rd drink by this point. She hadn’t finished the other two she’d ordered. “I always wanted to taste this,” she says. The waiter looked at me and I shrugged. “Get her what she wants.” Again he tries to clear the table but she doesn’t want to lose anything yet.

When the waiter comes back with the drink she’s found another dish to order. Lady Ratchet’s only taken a few bits of the last dish. This time when he leaves he makes a fuss about the table. “Ma’am you won’t have room for the dish when I come back. Can we at least put some things in a doggie bag?” She accepts and the poor chap disappears again.

“Damn I should have brought my CD,” she tells me looking over at Sway. “Oh you sing?” I ask, sipping on one of her unfinished drinks I’ve commandeered. “Yes,” she tells me and she starts humming a few verses to some song she wrote.

“What do you think?” she asks. I think she needs to keep her day job. But I say, “You sound good girl. You gone be famous.”

The waiter returns with a few cartons for the excess food as well as another waitress carrying her latest dish. The waitress sits it in front of me but our waiter says, “No its for her.” The waitress looks at me quizzically then smirks. I happen to glance at the table across from us and the folks over there have taken a keen interest in our table top which now looks like a buffet gone wrong.

Before the waiter and waitress can leave she wants another drink. They take the order and leave and I’m sure they have a pretty interesting conversation in the kitchen, much to my chagrin.

“I’ma go over there,” she announces. “Next bitch gets up from the table.” Then something snaps inside me. Not sure what. Maybe it’s the alcohol from her drink but my inner hood comes out. “Why?” I ask. “He’s got a dozen girls over there,” I say nodding towards the table. “And all of them look better than you. So take another sip of your drink and try some more of the delicious food I’m buying.”

“Oh I’m sorry,” she says and prissy now. Then adds something to the affect, “I didn’t mean to make you jealous.”

“You’re not making me jealous,” I remember saying. “You’re just being disrespectful.”

“You’re right baby,” she concedes and for the remainder of the evening she continues to order shit but leaves her aspirations of being a R&B singer and groupie alone. We get back to talking. Lady Ratchet wants someone to help her get an apartment and a car. No problem. I got it. My father always told me to listen to a person and they’ll tell you everything you want to know. I listen to LR and turns out she’s lost both apt and car being irresponsible. In addition to getting them she wants them paid for monthly. She’s starting a new job that following Monday so if I take care of those big bills as well as lights, etc., she’ll be good. As we dive into the conversation further I find out she’s skipped out on a few places before the lease was up. The last 2 cars got repo’d.

Geez I can pick them. It would be a recurring theme for years to come.

“CHECK PLEASE,” I signal to the waiter as he walks by. I can tell this isn’t going anywhere. My goals changed as well. I quickly go from rescuing this groupie chick to simply hitting the kitty a few times and dumping her. I was more savage back then. Not my finer moment.

The check comes and the waiter clears his throat as he says, “That’ll be $256.23”.

Usually they don’t announce the amount. I smile back as he puts the bill on the table in front of me. I think he’s going to leave but he stays behind. “Yea….I can take that for you now sir”. I’m tell him to come back in a minute and bring some more cartons for Lady Ratchet over here. He comes back in less than a minute. “Is payment ready sir?” he asks, dropping the cartons on the table. I pull out a wad of cash and drop $300. “Keep the change,” I tell him.

He returns with a plastic bag to hold all of the cartons of food this chick has ordered. “Oh,” she tells me. “Ima eat good for the next few days.”

I bet. We walk out with all the extra food cartons in bags, looking like we just went shopping for a bunch of shoes or something.

The sugar gods must have been laughing because outside we run into Sway, chatting up some fine ass Middle Eastern chick. Lady Ratchets seizes the opportunity, “Hold these,” she says, shoving the bags into me. I take them as she runs over to Sway who was clearly well on his way to getting some Persian kitty. Bastard.

“Excuse me,” she says. “Are you Sway? “

“Yes I am,” he says. She starts chatting him up. His chicks looking displaced along with me now. I walk up looking like a fucking loser with all these bags and shit. I ask him if that’s his voice I hear on Boondocks. He smiles and does a quick impersonation for me. I thank him and I become a groupie for a minute as I shake his hands. I start to say something but Lady Ratchet chimes in asking if he’s looking for any new talent. I look over at the displaced chick he was talking to and think “He’s got all the talent he needs tonight.”

Then Lady Ratchet drops to a new low. She starts humming a few notes from her wack ass song. Sway’s like

The he says some dismissive shit like, “ That’s good that’s good. Keep working on that.” Just curving that ass low key style. I manage to drag her thirsty ass away and we head to the car. “Damn. Damn. Damn” she’s saying. I put all the food in my trunk and get in the car. “Dammmmmnnn” she cries again. “I wish I had my CD. Fuck.”

“Its alright baby,” I say. But really I’m thinking you need some singing lessons. As we head towards her house we pass by a sex store. She wants go in. “I never been in one of those before,” she says. I make a U turn and pull into the parking lot. Inside she looks at all the lingerie and sex toys before stopping at the shoes. “Heeeeeeyyyy I want these,” she says indicating a pair of clear bottom stripper stilettos with 6 inch heels. They want $400 for them. I’m like, “Is your job this Monday stripping?” She says no. She just likes the shoes. I tell her, “Then where are you going to wear these heels at? She can’t even really wear these to club without people trying to pick you up.” I generally don’t care how a SB spends the money I give her or what she wants to buy. But, no way was a buying this homeless chick a pair of $400 shoes. That’s all the miscellaneous fees she’ll need for her apartment. She frowns and we settle on a dildo and a rabbit.

As we head out I say something slimely like, “When can I use those on you?” She’s like, “We can get a room tonight.” Sweet. I make a straight line to the motel. Inside the room my dick is hard as a rock and Im wondering if the those toys need batteries. She only pulls off her coat and gets on the bed though. I take off my shoes and my shirt leaving on my Tshirt and jeans.

I spend the next hour watching TV in a cheap hotel. Like “Motel and Chill”. Each time I try to get the dress off or kiss or anything she tells me she just wants to chill. Even tells me since she’s staying with her aunt she sleeps on the couch. She has no privacy whatsoever and this is the first alone time she’s had.

This shit goes on for about an hour. Just laying in the bed watching CNN and music videos and stuff. Finally I throw in the towel and start getting dressed. But she doesn’t want to leave. We go another 30 minutes before I insist we leave since I won’t be getting any kitty. We get back in the car and head back to her place. At the apartments I pull up to to the gate and ask her for the code. “I don’t have it,” she tells me. “We have to wait for someone to go in.”

Come on man! So I back up and wait in one of the parking spots by the leasing office. Car after car passes by on the street but none pull in. 45 minutes later I’ve asked the question “Uh, you can’t call someone to come open the gate or give you the code?” 3 times. Finally she tells me they or whomever she’s staying with refuses to give her the code. She doesn’t even have a key to the place but someone will get up and let her in. Says they don’t trust her. “See Daddy, that’s why I need you to get me these things so we won’t have these problems.” I guy comes out a side gate, gets into a parked car and drives away. “We can’t use that gate?”I ask. “No,” she replies. “They are locked and you can only get out if you open it from the inside.” I inspect the gate and I don’t see how I can possibly get a hand in to turn the handle to open it.

Another 30 minutes go by of sitting in the car. I look at my phone and it’s after 2am. My wife hasn’t called yet but she’s probably sleep and hasn’t realized how long I’ve been gone. But I can’t be bothered with that at the moment. I got to get this bum bitch out of my car. Meanwhile she’s saying stuff like, “Someone should be here soon…” and “Nobody coming home tonight?” or “I’m so sorry baby. I know you have to go.” Then the sugar angels fly over my car and bless me with an idea. I see a place in a nearby fence that is fairly low. Low enough for me to climb over. If I stand on some type of metal box, probably a transformer or A/C, I can get me foot up and onto the fence and climb over. I tell Lady Ratchet my plans, grab the food from the trunk, hand it to her and tell her to be ready when I open the gate the guy had come out of earlier. I jog over to the gate on some Mission Impossible type of shit. Only my mission is to get this chick out of my car! I could hear the MI music playing in the background as I climb on the metal thing or whatever, get on the fence and a second later I’m on the apartment grounds.

Ethan Hunt in this bitch.

I walk fast through the apartment grounds, trying to find my way around to the gate. I got lost twice or just made the wrong turn depending on how you look at it. 20 minutes later I push the gate open and I hear the Mission Impossible music go off. I wave at my car and Lady Ratchet gets out with all the bags of food and comes towards me. When she gets to me she tells me thanks and tries to kiss me but I turn my head away. “I’ll see you later,” she says as I step outside the gate and let it close. I didn’t reply. I get back to my car and drive 100mph to get home. I get home and the wife is out cold. I slide in between the sheets like I’ve been there all night and fall to sleep.

The next two days she sends a few emails one saying “I know you’re upset about what happened. But I …” Fuck it. I close the email before even reading it.

I remember thinking at the time, if this is how its going to be as a sugar daddy then I’m done!

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escort tales: the mysterious Lynx

I had a few anons asking me about my escort experiences. I had shied away from the subject. Didn’t want you guys thinking I was too big of a man hoe. Plus my escort stories are just as wild and crazy as my sugaring. So if you don’t believe my blogging on sugarbabies you’ll really be fucked up reading about my escort fun. But you gotta give the people what they want.

I do see courtesans on occasion. Before I got into being a sugardaddy that was pretty much all I did. Now, I see them when I’m SBS (sugarbaby single), my SBs on her period, I’m horny af, or just seeking a little variety in my sugaring. The last time I seen one was about October ‘15 I think. Firecracker was on her period. I checked out a few “sites” and went through all the reviews and decided on a provider I’ll call Lynx. She had pretty good reviews. Her pics were sexy as hell too. Even though the face wasn’t showing the body was just how I like it: curvy and thick. The reviews had said she had a cute face so I was definitely interested.

After a day and a half of trying to schedule, I managed to setup an appt with Lynx. She told me the area of town she was in and the cross streets. Standard security protocol for courtesans. 20 minutes later I got there I sent her a text. She sent the address to her motel and 5 minutes later I pulled into the entrance. I sent another text and she replied back with the room number. I drove on in and parked by fairly new BMW that was parked directly in front of the room. It was a cute 4 door 3 series Beemer. Couldn’t be more than 3 years old I reckon. I knew it was hers.

As I knocked at the door she opened it. No one was standing there so I just walked in to find her hiding behind the door. She closed the door behind me and was all smiles as she said, “Hi sweetie.” Lord have mercy was she gorgeous. I’m not sure what her ethnicity was. I would have guessed black or Hispanic by her pics but the girl standing before me could have been Indian, Creole, Ethopian, something. Her light yellow/brown complexion, straight black hair and big brown eyes put everything in question..

She gave me a big hug and we kissed briefly. She even gave me a little tongue. Nice. I pulled out the donation and she told me to lay it on the night stand. We talked briefly; mostly me telling her how good she looked. I’m feeling like

as I looked at her. I could totally make this chick my SB. Rescue her from whatever she was going through. I know. I know. Who said she’s going through anything? LOL. We were talking but I was ready to fuck. I started to get undressed first, to let her know I was safe and for real. After my pants were down she started undressing too. I took everything off but my socks, and she undressed down to her bra and panties and got on the bed. I got on the bed and we started kissing. One of the reasons why I had chose her was because she kissed her clients. GFE was a guarantee with this chick. I ran my hands all over her bare skin. OMG. I don’t think I’ve ever touched skin that soft. And that complexion…Wow. Didn’t she know she could have a one sugardaddy instead of multiple Johns?

Ok I’ll stop.

She pushed me gently back on the bed, and kissed on my nipples and upper chest. She wasn’t in a rush either, living up to that GFE reputation. By the time she got down to my stomach my nipples were hard as a rock. I know. I sound like a little bitch. But hey she was doing a good job.

She took Bartholomew and looked at him for a moment before she took him in her mouth. She did a few strokes before she stopped. She moved so that she could be in between my legs, facing me. Then she fixed her hair so that it was in a tighter bun so I could see them pretty little lips on Bart. Then she went back to work, making Bart disappear and reappear over and over again. Whodini I tell you. Hmm Hmm Hmm. I love courtesans. I always wished I didn’t need so much more from a chick like their companionship and time. Then I could just fuck courtesans and save beaucoup $$$. But, it is what is.

Lynx had some pretty good knowledge (meaning head, blow job for those unfamiliar with the lingo). She started alternating, going from basic strokes to stopping suddenly, raising up and letting some saliva drip from her mouth. The sweet liquid from her mouth slid slowly down my shaft while she licked the tip and shaft area. Then she got all David Copperfield on me again, making Bart disappear with some deep throating. I was starting to wonder if she had a gag reflex. I could swear my tip was touching them tonsils. I guess that was all the opening act. For the main event, she had my toes curling as she rotated between sucking, licking the shaft, moving up to the head, adding more saliva….it became a blur but you get the idea.

Damn I’m getting hard just reflecting on it. I need to text her. Fuck my sugarbabies. Escorts are the best! Sorry. Getting carried away.

Then she pushed my legs apart further, and worked on the boys and the tiny area between the balls and crack. Saliva ran down my thighs and in between my cheeks as I felt her tongue and mouth all over my love zone. I was wondering if she ate groceries too but I’m not a big fan so didn’t push the issue.

“I’m ready to fuck” I told her.

She stopped, went over to the night stand and pulled out a Trojan. She started to open it and then said, “Nah, this ain’t gonna work.” She went back to the night stand and pulled out a Magnum. I love a girl that’s prepared.

She did that trick that only the skilled courtesans can do. She put the condom in her mouth and went down on Bart, sliding the condom on as she went down to my balls. I love that shit.

With me fully covered, she climbed on top, put Bart in and tried to ride him. She thought she was a Boss too. Got all up on her feet and stuff, squatting on the dick, trying to ride him. Takes a special girl to handle 9 inches. But she tried it boo. Kudos. I was too big tho. Then she got back down on her knees and tried to ride me. Then tried to grind it. But she couldn’t find her rhythm. Old Bart was too much. “Let me get on top,” I told her, putting her out of her misery. “Yes please do,” she said.

We got into the missionary position and I could still feel all over her saliva on my balls and ass I mounted up and went to work. I was hard as rock and I commenced to mercilessly beating the kitty up. That yellow, brown skin had me going. And this chick was beautiful. She wasn’t as wett as I would have liked, but that kitty was good nonetheless. Or was it that I was so into her? Whatever the reason I was loving it. I was about to cum when she said, “Umm uh. Let’s change up.”

I raised up and she got up, turned around and got in position for some canine love. I slid in Bartholomew and started pounding that kitty from the back. She got wet and started really getting into it. I slapped that fat little ass she had while I tried to find her Gspot. I grabbed her waist and pulled her to me every time I went inside, maximizing the affect. She was saying something up there by the headboard, but her face was buried in the pillow and voice was muffled. I was having more fun than I’d had in awhile. But I couldn’t hang. I came and the pussy was so good by that point I kept stroking while I was coming, long after I had cum, thoroughly milking Bart before I stopped. When I was done, I pulled back, condom full as hell.

“You done?” she asked, looking back. She sounded a little dry actually. I told her yes I was and laid down on the bed. Lynx jumped up and went to the bathroom. She closed the door and I heard the shower turn on. I laid there and enjoyed the mist and haze of a good nutt.

Lynx came out the bathroom with a small towel and climbed onto the bed. She pulled off the condom and wiped me. She went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and then came back and laid on the bed beside me. We talked a bit, mostly me trying to get to know her. She was sweet and genuine. This chick could totally be my SB in another life, if not this one. I asked for a massage and she said, “Of course.”

I turned over as she reached over on the night stand and grabbed some lotion. Damn this girl is ready. While she rubbed me down, I asked what her race was but she never quite answered. I asked several other questions and about all I could get out of her was she had two kids. “Where?” I asked. Her body was so tight I couldn’t’ see it. And she didn’t have a stretch mark on her tummy anywhere. “Yes, “ she smiled. I have two kids.”

We kept on talking for a bit longer while she massaged me. Then I got up and went to bathroom and cleaned up myself. When I came out the bathroom she asked, “You getting dressed?” I told her I was. “You got another one left in you?” she asked.

“Uh, I think so.” I smiled. I didn’t think I had one but since she asked. I was liking this girl now. Definitely could be a regular client. But as I would find out later she had ulterior motives. :) I laid on the bed and said, “Give me a little head.”

She sucked and licked Bart back to attention. He wasn’t at full salute, but hard enough to make an impression. I was doubtful as she slid on the condom again. We got back into missionary position and I entered. Looking down at this beauty queen made me wish I was firing on all cylinders but Bart was thoroughly drained. I started pounding again, searching for a good rhythm but it just wasn’t there for me.

Lynx pulled me closer to her and started kissing on my chest, neck and tongue kissing me. That got me hot again. Got me harder. I was hard enough to get see another nut in my future perhaps. Lynx wrapped the creamy thighs around my waist as she kissed on me. We went from fucking to making love as the passion built genuinely this time around. Where the passion was coming from I had no idea but we were connecting on a different level. Everything was blur at that point. You know how it is when you’re having a good time. I just remembered looking down at her and her eyes opening suddenly. “Fuck!” she yelled. “I’m coming. I’m coming.” And I certainly did as I was told, punishing the kitty for even daring to get wett for me a second time. And came she did. Her head arched back in the pillow as she squeezed me with her legs and stuck her nails in my back. No sooner had it begun than did it end. She totally went limp after that.

I stopped and raised up. I could tell she had tapped out. I love making escorts cum. There are some that don’t like to. Or they don’t allow themselves to enjoy it too much. One told me once that if she comes she can’t really see more guys later. I don’t get it really. Just like sugarbabies, courtesans have their own rules.

“Thanks,” she said. With that she got out of the bed and started getting dressed. I’m on the bed like

“Oh,” she said, putting on her panties. “Did you want to finish too?”

Ya think?

What the fuck is going on these days? Everybody all selfish and what not. Getting the roles of SB and escort all mixed up.

All that shit I was talking and I looked down at Bart and he was done. Whatever little passion he had was gone. She’d have work a lot more magic to get him back up and even then I don’t know if I would have been able to finish. “No,” I told her even though I was tripping on her putting me back to work for her enjoyment. Either my dick’s better than I thought or we got the roles of trick mixed up.

We both cleaned up again and started getting dressed. I told her I was serious about wanting to take her out. See her again. She said she was serious about going. “Its nice to have chemistry,” she said and added “Make a connection.”

We said our goodbyes. I haven’t been back to see her since. I did text her once but our schedules didn’t line up. Firecracker’s been keeping me busy. Plus now there’s Moscato too. Two SBs is taking a toll on me physically.

Damn, after writing this I need to go back and hit up Lynx. Kind of horny thinking about her.

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sugar tales: Big Bird

I’ll tell you about my relationship with “Big Bird”. We had a pretty good thing going until the Event Horizon came and decimated our relationship. BB wasn’t bad with ibe’s. I mean if I wanted to hook up she made it happen. She was just extremely horrible at texting and keeping the communication going. Things get a little grimey and there is lots of sex, so ***** warning ***** proceed with caution and if under 18 please stop here! Yea right.

Also, for those who have asked me how to get back with a guy after the event horizon, this story should help with that question as well.

Sorry if the story isn’t as well written as the others. Kinda busy with the holidays and you guys got me under pressure to update my blog!

I met Big Bird through SD.com. I call her Big Bird because she was about 5’8, 5’9, with blonde hair. Flamboyant, glam chick with long legs. She was Creole or something like that. Straight hair. Brown, creamy complexion, full lips, all the good stuff. She was from the hood too and was self-proclaimed ratchet ass chick. Your boy was digging her too.

However, messaging/texting was a problem right out the gate. First we sent messages back and forth through SD.com. Standard stuff. Then, we switched up to text. At the time I was seeing Poca, another SB, so Big Bird’s slack in texting put her at a disadvantage. If I wasn’t really into her, our fling would have never materialized. We had started texting and then all of a sudden she didn’t answer a text. A few days went by and I was like hmmm let me hit her up. See if she’s interested. She responded right away. I told her I thought she had lost interest and she said she never got my text. That was’t the problem though. The problem was, and I wouldn’t know this until later, was that she never initiated text. So even though she was interested, if I hadn’t texted her we wouldn’t have talked again. That was her rule. Period. If the a new day came, she wasn’t going to text first.

So we keep talking over the days to come, complete with her deciding she wanted to do a pay per meet type of thing. Then we finally meet. I’d like to say we went to a nice restaurant and laughed and talked and sipped wine. But that doesn’t always happen contrary to popular belief. Dinner and lunch, general first dates are just formalities. A lot of chicks are a little more direct about what they want. The key for Daddies is to listen to her and follow her lead. Some chicks want to go out and meet first. Others prefer to get right down to it. This is a crucial stage that a daddy can’t afford to fuck up. One wrong move and the wrong impression can be had.

Nonetheless, I had big hopes for our first date. Her pics were hot. I was digging the blonde hair too. Different for a change. It would have been cool to take her out. But she expressed she’d rather get started with our arrangement. Who was I to complain?

I picked her up and took her to the motel. We get inside and she undressed and I was like whoa. That big body had me going. She was a tall chick, slim but I’m sure still a size 8 or 10. Nice and thick. I tried to kiss her and she told me she didn’t kiss. I didn’t like it but I went along with it. She laid down on the bed and I surprised her by going for some fellatio. With the first few strokes of my tongue she was twitching and I hadn’t even got started yet. I guess she didn’t get ate out often cause she was going crazy as I licked the pretty brown and pink muff.

The more I licked the more she shivered and convulsed. I made her put a pillow under her head so that we could look each other in the eye as I licked the kitty. Her pussy was so fresh I just went crazy licking it. She came quick the first time which shocked me. Either I was really good at what I was doing or she came easily. I asked for a return on the knowledge I invested. “I don’t give head,” she said. I was like WTF. “I don’t give head to guys I’m not in love with.”

No kissing. No head? Damn sugarbaby rules. If she wasn’t as fine as she was and the kitty wasn’t as good I might have passed. But, I was digging BB. I’ll stick around.

I strapped up and went in. Big Bird had some of the deepest, tightest kitty I’ve ever been in I think. She took all of the dick and then some. “Hit the bottom daddy,” she told me. And I damn sure tried to get as far up her uterus as possible. As we continued to fuck over the weeks to come, she would always "Hit the bottom daddy” would be a recurring theme.

20 minutes later she was ready for round 2. I was impressed. Most chicks would be jumping up, ready to go. But she was down for another round. I could overlook the no kiss no head policy. During those 20 minutes we got to talk tho. As she talked I kissed her all over while I made conversation. “Mmmm that feels good...” she said. She was from Louisiana somewhere. Had about 2 brothers and they were all raised by a single mom. She whipped out her phone and showed me some pics. They were all fair skinned with straight hair. Big Bird was a recent grad from college and now in law school. My allowances were going towards books and her part of the rent. She didn’t have a car and had no interest in getting one.

All that talking and kissing got me hard. We did missionary again for round 2. Them long legs were wrapped all around me. We switched to doggie and I pounded the kitty from the back. I slapped the ass a few times but didn’t get the rippling effect the way I usually like it. Her ass wasn’t as big as Ms. Butterworth. As it turned out she like the canine. She came and her legs started shaking and knees started buckling. She tried to stay up but she started to collapse under me. I was relentless tho. I kept on beating the kitty, following her to the bed as I tried to make her cum more than once. But that shit backfired. I ended up coming myself and surprisingly did some moan/yell type of stuff that made me sound like a little bitch. My own knees buckled and I collapsed on top of her.

I rolled off all sweaty. BB started laughing at me. “That’s not funny I told her…” She laughed and said, “I knew you were bitch made.”

It was nice to cum together. Rare for me in the sugarbowl. We did some more talking and then got up and got dressed and I took her home.

Our relationship blossomed over the next several weeks. The sex got better too, though pretty much what you read above. “Hit the bottom daddy,” was being said at least 2 to 3 times a week. Per pay meets work a little better. As long as you spending sugar chicks is willing to hook up. Weekly and monthly allowance chicks tend to strictly stick to the agreement. It wasn’t all about sex either. I took her to all the restaurants she liked. Took her shopping. Whatever she liked. It was beautiful. Except for one little thing. She never, ever, text me first.

It was ok at first because I was after her. So I’d happily texted. Even though I was seeing another SB, Big Bird had my interest for the moment. But as the newness of our relationship wore off, my text started getting further and further apart. I wasn’t done with her….just as time wore on, I wasn’t thinking about her as much. And Poca text me quite often so it was easy to keep up with her. On a few occasions a few days would go by with no text. So I’d hit her up and she’d answer right away. Every time I’d get an immediate response. Once I was like, “Damn were you just sitting there waiting on me to text or what?” She never answered.

One day I asked her about it again, after sex while we lay in bed. She told me she saw how her bothers’ did girls and she never wanted that to happen to her. BB said she would be sitting there when a text came in and watched how her brothers laughed at the girl texting, talked about her like a dog, or just flat out ignored her. She never wanted that for herself. I’m like, “That’s some regular boyfriend shit. This is sugar relationship. The rules are a little different.”

“Nope,” she said. “I’m not doing it. You want to talk or hookup. You text me.”

And it went on like that for more weeks. One day I took her out of town with me on a business trip. We had lots of fun as I recall. We got to the hotel, and checked in. I flirted with the girl at the check-in desk, slipped her a $50, then asked if she had any upgrades. Check-in check bumped me up to the penthouse suite, a big jump from the cheap ass room my company booked me for. We went up to the room and BB was like, “Your company rolling like this? What’s your job again?” She didn’t know I had tipped the chick downstairs. I didn't tell her either. Might as well let her think what she wants as much as possible. Instead I said, “Let’s go get some dinner.”

Dinner was good. BB and I had good chemistry and by this point we knew each other enough to laugh and talk about all our personal stuff, shows on TV, music, family, everything. It really was no reason to keep up the games.

We got back to the room, showered and got down to the main course of the evening. I opened all the windows to let the cities night light in and got down to some serious fucking. While we were having sex though, the condom came off. I asked if I could leave it off. She said “Nope.” We literally had to fish that puppy out of that tight kitty. I put it over on the night stand, put on another hat and got back to work. I was only good for one round at that point. I was full off wine and steak and so was she so we decided to call it a night. She wanted to hear some music but we couldn’t get the iphone to work with the hotel radio.

I called room service up and they sent some guy up to look at the radio. He turned on the light and started fidgeting with the radio. BB hit me on the arm and nodded towards the night stand. There, right by the radio was the condom. All slimey and looking used and full. So while I’m talking to the guy, I’m trying to grab the condom on the cool, but without being obvious. And you could tell the poor guy was having a hard time focusing on the radio with that magnum laying less than an inch from his fingers. Stuttering and shit. He couldn’t stop fidgeting and stuttering as he worked the controls. I looked back at BB and she’s under the covers now, head covered and all. I could hear her distinctive chuckle under the blanket as me and this guy worked on the radio. Finally he got it working and managed to keep his cool. He smiled and left.

As soon as he left she popped up. “Nigga. Put that shit in the trash! Oh my god I have never been so embarrassed in my life!” We laughed and talked about that for a good hour before falling asleep. It must have been after 1am.

I’m going into detail because I want to show how close we got and how much fun we had and yet despite our closeness she kept playing games with texting.

In the middle of the night, I woke because I was a little uncomfy. I sleep on my side, so BB had come up behind me, wrapped her arms and legs around me as I slept. We were both naked and I could feel that young 25 year old flesh all meshed up against me. Mmmmm. Later I was awakened to her hot breath on my face. I was laying on my back then and she was cuddling me. My dick was as hard and I realized she had been stroking it.

“Wh – what are you doing?” I asked. Half sleep “Baby you hard…” We grabbed another condom from the night stand, put it on and I went back to work on the kitty. As soon as I came the phone rang. It was my wake up call. No rest for the weary. I wished I could have slept in but no.

I got up and got dressed. I called the valet for my car, dropped some cash on the night stand for baby girl to go shopping and headed out. Tired af.

When I got back that evening Big Bird was a little upset. I was surprised. I’d thought the night went well. “I couldn’t find shit at the mall…” she said pouting. I was like huh? She pulled out the money and some bras and panties she had managed to get. “I just couldn’t find nothing”.

I’m like, “All that cash and you couldn’t find a purse or something.” “No” she said. She was distraught. I told her we’d go get something to eat and then circle back to the mall. So we went and had a nice dinner. More good times. Laughing and talking. We went back to the room but BB was still upset. Then a light bulb went off in her head.

“I can get that new Rihanna lipstick,” she said, grinning ear to ear. We packed up, grabbed the car and hit the freeways. OMG we must have hit every mall in the town looking for this dam lipstick. I’d be lying if I didn’t say we had a good time though. We definitely bonded. I was starting to look at her as more than a SB at this point. Someone I wanted around more. But I felt like I was the donkey chasing the carrot. Anyway, by 9pm we were almost in danger of not leaving town looking for this dam lipstick. We found a mall that had it. She ran in, copped the new color and was back in the car in 30 minutes.

After the trip nothing changed though. We’d had so much fun but BB was still playing the text game. As it happened, I was busy at work from being out of town so I didn’t get a chance to text her for a few days. Finally I hit her up. We got a room and after sex she was like, “I’m glad you came through. My tuition was due.” I was like, “why didn’t you just text? Like what if I didn’t text you at all?”

“Nah. I knew you were going text so I wasn’t worried,” she said. And, I told you I don’t text dudes,” she added. I shook my head and we went another round.

Our relationship blossomed still and we still were seeing each other at least 2 times a week. It wasn’t all sex either. We did other dates and on our last date I took her out for some sushi at a expensive place. She loved it. She was like a kid in the restaurant. She was taking pictures of the wine glasses and sushi plates and sending to her friends. Bragging. Kind of cute. We couldn’t even touch the dishes until she took pics.

I probably saw her a few more times after that date before the inevitable --event horizon. It was a combination of me getting over her kitty and also running into some new sugar chicks. That’s the game. :) Up until that point I hadn’t really been looking since I was messing with Poca too. But when the event horizon happened I was actively looking. I wasn’t a member of SA at this point to be clear. I don’t’ think I even knew it existed. I was using CL mostly. I had put up a few ads and had some good prospects.

Now, this is how the problem starts. Since she wasn’t texting me and I was talking to other girls it was very easy to lose track of her. I literally went from texting her every day to texting her once a week to not texting her at all. And just like that it was over.

I might have sent a random text over the 2 or 3 months that passed. She would reply back almost instantly, like she was waiting on me. We’d chat a bit but never made plans.

The New year had come and gone and by spring I was with two other SBs -- one was Queso and the other was Poca who I had been with all along. As bad as it sounds, both of these chicks were keeping Bart nice and wett.

Big Bird who? I think in all about 5 months went by before we hooked up again.

That would be about March. I finally get a text from BB. I had all but forgot about her at that point. The text went something like, “You fake” or something to that affect. When I replied she told me she was calling me out for disappearing on her and she said “I miss that knowledge you got…”, which translated meant “I miss you eating my pussy.” A few days later I drove to pick her up. She had moved to another place and was working a part time job.

As I drove to the new neighborhood the property value started dropping rapidly with each successive block. Cops were either parked or driving by. One slowed and looked in my car as I passed. I was in my nice car so I definitely didn’t belong. I was either a pimp, moving product or somebody high up on the thug totem pole if I was riding around in that neighborhood. I thought the cop was going to turn around and follow me but he kept going. She was waiting out front of the apartment. This was bit of a downgrade from her last complex. After she hopped in the car we got to talking along the way. There was a motel up the street so she was cool with using it for our visit. While we drove she caught me up on the past few months and added how she was trying to get money together to pay for her own apt or something and wanted to save up money. BB had gained some weight and had been going to the doctor. I was a little concerned as we hit the room.

I thought she had been lying about wanting this knowledge. But nope. As soon as I went down she moaned “oh shit…..thats whats up”. I ate the kitty good too. I had a lot of months to make up for. I licked and thrashed the clit relentlessly. Then sucked it for maximum effect. She came like she had a seizure. But I didn’t stop. She tried to run from me but I wouldn’t let her. I just kept flogging the kitty ruthlessly causing her to squirt just a little as she tried to slide backwards across the bed while pushing my head away. I didn’t even know she squirted. I must have been in rare form that day. I had her on lock, and kept my head buried between them big thighs. I let up after she came twice and she quickly scrambled to the other side of the bed.

I was chuckling as I wiped cream from my face. She hit me in my shoulder and said, “Punk why you laughing.” I kept on laughing. Couldn’t’ stop. “Why do you do that? You know I had already came.”

“Hey,” I said still laughing. “That’s what you called me for.” I let her rest while I kissed her from head to toe. “I miss that shit” she said. When she had rested enough I licked the kitty again, this time just to get it back wet before I slid on the hat and entered her.

Seemed the shop had been closed for a bit. That kitty was tight as hell. I inquired about it and she replied, “I ain’t been with anyone for a couple months…” After I got it in and got a pretty good rhythm going she was twitching and moving her hips. I can tell I was hurting her so I backed off a bit. She still came but it wasn’t the heaven and earth moving, cloud 9 experience of months past. I was a lil disappointed in myself for not being able to deliver a stellar performance but these things happen.

As we talked afterwards I realized I just didn’t have the passion like I did. Probably because I was messing with a couple of other chicks at the time. The event horizon had come and gone and now I was just hitting it because she asked me to, not necessarily because I wanted to. Besides, she had put on some weight and I could tell she hadn’t been taking care of herself like before. She said she had gone to the doc and he had said she was pregnant. BB had argued with the doc saying she wasn’t pregnant. So the doc told her it could be her thyroid or some shit throwing off her results. She’d gotten a STD test too so she was clean.

I dropped her off with no intention of seeing her again. I figured she was probably pregnant which she was using me to stack some cash. Not the first time. Probably cash for the pregnancy or worse for the abortion. Either way I was out. In about 3 or 4 days she text me. Same opener, “You’re not serious” she started out with. I hit her back with, “Funny how you can text now.” She didn’t respond. A day went by and she text me again. We setup a meet and the next day I swung by on my lunch break. I went to the same hotel as last time, but she told me to keep driving. “My cousin is dealing drugs out of there,” she said.

WTF?

We went to another spot but it was just a quickie. I wasn’t really feeling it. On the way back to her place, I asked her about the doc appt and she said she hadn’t gone yet. I told her how it was fucked up she let some dude hit it without the condom and not me. She was like, “Next time you don’t have to use a condom.” Whoa! I dropped her off and left.

She text me again. I asked about the test and she said she wasn’t pregnant. I new she was was tho. I could hear it in her voice. The weight gain and the doc said she was? Thin chance it was her thyroid acting up. But that wasn’t the deal breaker for me. I’ve ran into all kinds of chicks in the sugar bowl. All the fun we had. All the chemistry we had and she kept playing little silly games right up until the event horizon. Sure I hooked up again with her, but I wasn’t into her like I had been. I thought i’d rekindle the flame but it just wasn’t there n now. And with the circumstances surrounding our last two dates...I just wasn’t feeling it anymore.

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sugar tales: Ms. Butterworth

Ms. Butterworth has been texting me for the last two weeks. Well, I should say a few of those days I was talking to her ex. Apparently, Mr. PhoneSnatch had taken her phone and was pretending to be her. Glad I hadn’t talked about all the nasty things we’d done in the past. He could have really had fun with me.

About a week ago, she text me from a new number, saying the conversation I’d been having with “her” was actually her ex. I was kind of put off by Ms. Butterworth for being so careless. I shield my sugar from my personal life. I expect the same in return. I admit it wasn’t the first time I’d ran into some SBs vanilla boyfriend or husband and got into a text conversation with them.

But I was hard on Ms. Butterworth because our relationship was never consistent. It’s been off and on for the past year and half so this was definitely not worth the trouble. So when the fuckboy texted me, pretending to be her, I was nonchalant since I had no big hopes for hooking up with her. Thank whatever deities look down on us Daddy’s. He could have set something up and had me meet him somewhere for an ambush.

As I talk to the real Ms. Butterworth, she’s being her usually coy and noncommittal self. She sends a few more text, but I just ignore them. Tired of the games.

Then she starts texting me again on Thanksgiving. I tell her lets meet because she’s been pretty consistent in texting me the last few days. But Ms. Butterworth declines. Says she’s not doing well. Her vanilla boyfriend, Mr. PhoneSnatch, jumped her. He hit her, knocking her to the ground. He followed up with a kick in the back and a few other places she can’t remember. PhoneSnatch got on top of her and then choked her. She fought back after she managed to get up. Ms. Butterworth didn’t say what she did but I gather from her tone, she dished out her own beat down because when I asked about pressing charges, she says she can’t because of what she did. Says the whole fight took about 2 hours.

I grew up hard. I watched my mother get hit by the men she was with. My uncles and male cousins beat their women. Even as a grew into an adult some of my homeboys hit their girls in order to control them and get their submission. It’s a grimey way to do things. Looking back on it I regret not being more outspoken about how I felt but frankly under the circumstances it was just the way things were done. It was accepted. Thankfully, I learned at an early age there as a better way to do things. : ) Instead of fighting with a woman, I’d much rather spend some money on her. Nothing makes a girl want to do what you want like the two c’s: charm and cash. Much much easier path.

So where do I come in with this Ms. Butterworth chick you might ask? Why is she contacting me? Hell I don’t know. I’m wondering the same shit. Frankly I thought it was over. But one thing about the bowl I’ve learned….a few will always come back.

I’ll go ahead and give you her story but this obviously is nowhere near over.

First, Ms. Butterworth’s not the first to tell me about domestic violence. As a sugar daddy, I’ve seen all kinds of things and situations. I don’t think I have enough time to write and blog about all the experiences and stories but I’ll try since some of you want to read about it. Sooooo much goes on in the world, not the sugar bowl.

Someone once asks me an anon about exclusivity with my SBs and I said then and I’ll say now. There’s no need to be exclusive. These lame sugardaddies and fuckboys will do all the work for me.

I met Ms. Butterworth about the tail end of my relationship with Bottlecap. By the time things had washed up with Bottlecap, I was well on my way to getting to know Ms. Butterworth…..so I thought.

We went back and forth a few emails before she sent a pic. Black chick from New Orleans. Big and thick. Kind of country too. Naturally curly, wavy hair like she’s got Indian in her family. Creamy caramel skin tone. She was a sharp contrast to the 5’2, thin half Filipino, half Mexican Bottlecap and the 3 or 4 chicks before her. As I recall, I hadn’t seen many thick chicks in prior several months. So I was looking forward to meeting Ms. Butterworth.

As it were it took over 6 weeks to actually meet. Not sure what the problem was. We’d talk incessantly for a day or two then she’d stop responding. Then we’d do it all again and then nothing. A painful cycle of wait and see. One thing about the sugar bowl is patience. Lots of patience. Any sugarbaby or sugardaddy who’s being doing it long enough will tell you. You got to be patient. You’d think with a generous offer on the table, a young girl would be clamoring to have it. But more often than not, it’s a waiting game, painfully moving pieces on the chess board, and lots of persistence if she’s resistant.

Finally I get dinner setup. I put on some nice clothes and cologne. Got my hair cut. I wanted to leave nothing to chance. I’ve learned long ago just because I have some money that doesn’t mean I’m going to pull some young 20 something. I’ve learned long ago not to take her for granted. And certainly don’t take the money for granted. So I took a moment to adequately prepare.

I took my older car, my baby, probably older than a lot of you reading this. I wouldn’t have done it ordinarily but I was in such a rush and fuss over myself, I didn’t realize I was in it until I was almost to the restaurant. Shit. I park far away from the restaurant so she can’t see it. It’s not a bad or ugly car, just doesn’t convey I’m a guy who can pay all your bills and give you a generous allowance. Sugar chicks are forever checking the finer details of a SD like where do you work, what kind of work, what’s your position, what’s your zip code, and more importantly, what do you drive. And I knew I needed to take my main chariot but forgot and it was too late to turn around.

Ms. Butterworth shows up at the restaurant looking unimpressive. Hair was frizzy and all over her head. Later she told me she was doing the natural thing. That was bullshit. I can tell the difference between doing the natural thing and being to lazy to comb your hair or straighten it. She had on regular shirt and jeans. About the only thing done was her nails. Guess she wasn’t taking this too serious. Bad sign. That should have told me everything. As we start to eat, I’m a little peeved that I put so much preparation into myself.

We have a decent dinner. Nothing eventful. Basic get to know you conversation. Towards the end, I ask if she’s ok with the allowance and the sexual part of our relationship. She’s cool with everything. She even seems excited about it. I was excited too. Despite her basic appearance, I could tell some beautiful curves and voluptuousness was under them clothes. I knew she was young and tender and I could just imagine kissing all over that big body. Damn. I’m getting turned on just writing this.

We wrap up dinner and head out. Damn. She parked right by me. We give pecks goodbye and I grudgingly walk to my car, hopefully she takes off before I do. Nope. By the time I’m in my car she’s still there. Finally as I back out she back s out.

As predicted, emails go unanswered. I think she responded once after that. That’s about it. We go almost 2 months without talking. I threw in the towel after about 3 unanswered emails. I have her cel to text but she never answered that way. She only used email. Not sure what that was about. Then one day, a few months after I gave up, I was going through my old email and saw her name. I click on her email and briefly relived our brief time getting to know each other. I click on a few of her pics and decide I can’t let this thick muffin go without another chance. Even if its just one time….I just wanna fuck.

I send her an email and get a response after about two days. And then we spend another 3 weeks emailing and texting (which was a first) before we finally decide to meet. During those 3 weeks we’re pretty playful. She sends a few more pics which serve to solidify my quest to get the kitty.

We agree to meet at 11:30 that night. Its too late for me to meet but I’ve now been waiting on this kitty for 3 months. Exceptions had to be made. I’m expecting nothing less than that pink muff to float in the air like some magical entity at this point. I know. Corny. But this is my life dammit! And that’s what I was thinking at the time.

The wife goes to sleep around 10ish, as usual. I leave the tv on downstairs and sneak out into the night. As long as the tv is on, she thinks I’m down on the couch watching tv so she won’t bother to get up and check on me. I take her car which is pretty quiet compared to mine. I creep out of our cul-de-sac and over to the motel.

I remember the night because it was right after I first joined SA. I hadn’t had much luck with the site to say the least. I had met this chick I’ll call Babydoll. She was a thin model and commanded a hefty allowance. Smitten with her looks and flattered by her willingness to kick it with me, I was all in. Long story short. We went to the room twice and I couldn’t get an erection. Not sure what that was about. This chick was flawless from head to toe….but for some reason I just couldn’t get it up when it came to her.

So as I go into my hookup with Ms. Butterworth, I’m nervous old Bart won’t act right. Plus I was out of Lamar Odom’s so it wasn’t looking good. It was a late October night and pouring rain. So much that I was worried she might not come and probably cancel. Ms. Butterworth arrived about 30 minutes late. She comes in wearing a long black dress with a big heavy coat. Nothing sexy.

Inside the room, we kiss for the first time and then again. And again. Before long were exchanging saliva and thrashing tongues like teenagers. She starts taking off my clothes as she kisses me. My coat and shirt are gone. She struggles with my belt and when she can’t get it off she tells me, “Take it off. Now.”

Bossy. I like this shit. I unbuckle my belt and start unbuttoning my pants. “I got it,” She tells me. She unbuttons my pants and squats as she pulls them down. I step out of my pants, shoes still on. “Get them off,” she tells me. Off with the shoes.

I start working on her clothes. I remove the dress and find she’s wearing no panties and some Victoria secret stockings. To make things weird, one leg is a red stockings, the other is black. But they are identical. I’m like did she buy this shit like this? I’m to horny to care really.

She goes over to the bed and sits down. “Get over here.” I walk over like a little man bitch, doing what he’s told. As I stare at her body I realize the culmination of months of waiting and persistence is all about to pay off. “Get hard,” she tells me. I’m pick Bart up wiggle him and drop him. “Um can I get a little help?”

“No.” she replies. “Get that dick hard. You been talking shit so let’s see what you got.”

She’s right. I had been talking mad shit about how she would get sprung. How I was going to whip the dick on her and make her fall in love. How much money I was going to spend on her….Even told her she was scared which is why she hadn’t been seeing me. Looks like she was calling me out on my bullshit.

I get on my knees and try to go down on her. “No,” she tells me, pulling me backup. “No”.

“But I want to do it,” I say like a baby asking for candy.

“No. I might let you next time. Not tonight. Now get up.”

As I stand up I realize my dick is a bit hard. She reaches out suddenly and grabs him. She pulls me to her by using Bart then puts him in her mouth. With 3 to 4 good deep throat thrusts my dick is hard as a rock.

She stops and lays down on the bed. On with the raincoat, and then I climb onto the bed.

She raises her legs up high, and cups her hands underneath to keep them big thick creamy thighs up. I enter the pink slice of heaven, and right away I started pounding the kitty like I hadn’t had any in years. 3 months of waiting for the kitty will do that to you. She’s unbothered by me, though. She wraps them legs around me and squeezes tight as I go nice and deep inside her. I’m closing to cumming when she tells me “Get up.”

WTF? I do as I’m told. Ms. Butterworth gets up and gets on her knees. She wants me to hit it from the back. I oblige, and I marvel at the way her ass wiggles as I slam into it over and over again. “You like that shit don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimper. “Yes.” I’m just so happy to be getting the kitty I don’t know what to do. I move my hips so that I’m going in at different angles, just playing in the pussy like a kid with a new toy.

We switch again, this time she wants to be on top. The motel has a mirror to our left and I watch her big thick body as it bounces up and down on me. I watch as the big ass slams up and down on me. God I’m getting turned on just thinking about it. Before I started writing this I wasn’t interested but now I’m having second thoughts. I cum unexpectedly, the culmination of months of pent up anticipation burst into the condom.

I fall off her and lay to her side, enjoying the orgasm. Ms. Butterworth starts talking shit. “You done? “ she asks. Chuckling. “Knew you wasn’t ready. You going to have to get that dick back hard again.”

Are you kidding me? I came enough to cum 3 times in a row. No way Bart was getting back up. The conversation shifts away from her needs and we manage to have a fairly decent after sex conversation. Ms. Butterworth tells me she got turned on and felt challenged by all the shit talking I was doing. As it were, she likes to conquer men. Especially older men. Go figure. 15 minutes later I get up and wash up. Then it’s her turn to clean up while I get dressed. When we’re at the door we kiss again. She tells me, “Next time don’t talk so much shit.”

We kiss again and head out. By the time I get home is almost 1:30. Wife and kids are still sleep. I manage to slide into bed without waking her up.

I don’t get another shot at Ms. Butterworth for almost a month. When I did, it went about the same as the first time. Mostly her telling me what to do. By this point we were just doing some pay per meet thing. Another couple of weeks go by and we hook up for a third time.

We start our normal way. First she gets undressed. God I love her big thick body. Curvy and fat in all the right places. I’m seated on a couch as she straddles me. We do a lot of kissing. I love the way she kisses by the way, like she’s trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth or something. She starts taking off my shirt and then kisses my chest and neck. I remember this because I had to push her away from my neck. She almost gave me a hickie. Trying to set a brother up.

We move to the bed and I try to go down on her. She pushes my head away but I tell her she’s not in charge any more. I am. I go back in and she doesn’t fight this time. I lick the clit in several different patterns but she’s not quite responding like I like. So I start a combo a approach, I like the clit while simultaneously sucking it. Now she’s shaking and grabbing my head.

Bingo.

I was determined to shift the tables and establish my sexual dominance over hers. I use plenty of saliva while I lick it, getting the kitty nice and wett. But despite my best effort, she doesn’t cum from it. So I stop, strap up, and go in. Once again she wraps the big pretty legs around me sans stockings this time. I don’t hold back either….I go hard on her, digging deep for the gspot. I figure she’ll tell me to take it easy but nothing of the sort happened.

She moans and growls in my ear, “Run this pussy nigga.” That’s all I needed to hear. I give her all I got, trying to knock the bottom out of it, maybe feel her ovaries or something. And I go on “running” it for another minute or so until the inevitable happens. I cum and I cum hard. I let out a weird yell/moan that makes me sound like a bitch.

When I’m done, I look down at Ms. Butterworth and she’s smirking, laughing at me. “You my bitch,” she tells me. Yea, I did some bitch shit. Don’t judge.

That was about December last year. She hit me up a few days late for some cash. Her car note needed to be paid and her gym fees. She swung by my job to pick it up. It was good seeing her in a cute lil workout outfit but no makeup. But, I wouldn’t see Ms. Butterworth again until about March. In between December and March there was a bunch of emails and text back and forth. Going nowhere. She’d emailed me several times to hook up in Jan and December, but come the day of she’d go MIA and not answer my emails. This went on until March when we finally hooked up again. After March saw her one more time in May and then I haven’t seen her since. She sends a random text here or there. Mostly to setup a date she has no intention of keeping.

As it were, with Firecracker being in the pic now, I just pretty much have quit even answering her text since about August.

So it was a bit of a surprise that she texted me after 2.5 months. After hearing about the big fight, she seems to be a little more adamant about having something with me. When I asked why the inconsistent lack of communication, she said “I guess I keep telling myself I’m messing up a marriage”

Now she has my attention. This is the first time she’s been that open. Generally when we talk it’s a bunch of head games. Buuuuuuuut, she has no idea my marriage has been fucked a long time ago.

Anyway, we’ll see. Stay tuned. I’ve been fancying a trip to Ohio as of late otherwise Firecracker is keeping me busy at the moment.

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daddyconfessions · 5 years

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sugar tales: Amoladora

Amoladora sent me a wink on whatsyourpice. I had all but forgotten about that site. Never been a fan of it really. Most of the girls I’d met were only looking for some quick cash IMHO. But after Ripoff, I couldn’t do any worse at this point. I reply back with an offer and 3 days later we’re texting.

Amoladora isn’t in town at the moment which works for me. I use the time to get to know her better and more importantly see if she is serious about a SD. Generally, I’m not as stern about wyp dates and if nothing happens as a result its no biggie. But I was admittedly salty after Ripoff and down about 3 stacks with nothing to show for it.

As we talk, she puts me at ease and I relax. I realize I can’t hold every sugar chick accountable for what someone else did. Feeling like I got part of my mojo back, I jump on SA and peruse the ads. I see Ripoff is still on there wrecking havoc. Bitch. I send out several messages, one to a young lady I’ll blog about next called Casino and another who would become Firecracker.

Btw, sorry it took so long to update my sugar tales. I was busy answering all your anons and private messages. Some of you ladies are really going through some things so glad I could help. Some of you other’s are too much.

Besitos Cohiba :)

And this one took longer because I still had the messages (text, email, etc.) so I went through them to write the post. Its still a bit choppy from my POV but I had to shorten it.

Anyway....within a couple of days Amoladora has allayed any concerns I have for the moment. I bring up allowances, but she shy’s away from any commitment until after we’ve met. We go silent for a day or two, can’t remember how long really. Then she surprises me one morning and text me 7:30am. It’s amazing and funny how chicks know you’re up that early just because you have a job. Baby wants to meet up that day. But the whole ordeal of Ripoff floods back into the mind and suddenly I want to cancel.

I shrug it off and by 1:30pm I’m pulling into some nice upscale apartments. I was shocked I got to pick her up actually. Lot of sugar chicks don’t go for that sort of thing. I haven’t had another chick in the car with me for quite some time including my wife (she hates my car). My passenger seat still looks new. I’m always meeting chicks somewhere or at the hotel. It’s always “I’ll meet you there…” or some stuff like that.

As I wait in the parking lot, I catch a glimpse of this sexy as Latina coming down the stairs. At first I think its someone else but as she comes closer I see its Amoladora. Nice. Cuter than her pics. Body is nice too. A little extra belly fat, but nothing to complain about. She gets into the car all perfumed up. “Nice car she says.”

We chit chat along the way. “You’re really cute,” she says randomly. Amoladora runs a manicured nail along the back of my hand and up my arm as I shift through gears. Then she smiles at me, “I wasn’t expecting that. You got like a little preppy boy face.” Not sure if she was lying or not, but it sounded good. I needed the ego boost.

I pick an upscale chain. Its after the lunch rush so we get seated quick. We spark of a fairly decent conversation. She thinks I’m funny. Laughs at all my jokes. “So how are you a Mexican from Missouri,” I asks. She laughs. “Oh you have jokes Mister.” I go on cracking jokes for almost an hour. We manage to talk about our lives, experiences in the sugar bowl, our background. We run out of things to talk about so I bring up the allowance again.

“I think we’re looking for two different things sweetie,” she says. “That’s too low for me.” I smile and ask, “Well how much baby?”

She throws out an amount and I immediately agree to it. Too quick. She kicks me under the table. “Really? You were just giving me a shitty offer to see if I would take it?” I tell her yes and we both laugh.

“I better watch you,” she says, wincing at me, pursing those full lips at me. She touches my hand again. “You’re really cute. “

I know tumblr. I’m a bastard. But hey, I was understandably a little salty after the last month with Ripoff. We order another set of drinks and then go on talking about some minute details of our arrangement.

“Can I ask a question babe?” she says, serious all of a sudden. I give her the nod as I sip of my drink. “How big is your penis?” I nearly spit my drink out. “How big is what?” I ask. We spend a few minutes talking about my size. Smh. She tells me she doesn’t like big penis’. Something to the effect she’s small down there and how she’s shaped. Smh. Only in the sugar bowl.

I tell her to relax. If it becomes uncomfortable we can stop. “Ok baby,” she says. “I trust you.”

By now its time to get back to work. I’m going on my second hour for my lunch break. If I leave now I can make it back by 4:30ish and be in my office when all the big boys walk by on their way out. So I ask when we can have our second date. It’s the moment of truth. Is this the usual wyp date for me or am I on the verge of a new beginning? Amoladora shocks me – she tells me something about her roommate is gone and she doesn’t have anything planned for the rest of the day. “We can get started baby,” I remember her saying. “Or do you have to get back to work?”

I did! I whip out the phone and send a few emails to cover myself for the afternoon. “I’m all yours baby,” I say putting my phone away.

Back in the car I tell her I have to run by the bank. “You need condoms too sweetie,” she says, confirming how the next 2 hours are about to go down. I’m thinking in the back of mind, “I’m about to tear the kitty up!!!” At some point Amoladora tells me she could really use some weed. I tell her no prob. I got the connect.

“No fucking way,” she says wide eyed. “You look so innocent. I wouldn’t think you did stuff like that.”

I don’t. About a week prior to our date, I was at a gas station when this fine ass black chick pulls up. I’ve been lazy about approaching girls in the vanilla world. I just don’t have that hunger I did when I was in my 20’s. And since I stay coochie down to the socks, its hard to put forth the effort and work the vanilla scene requires. But I couldn’t pass up this hottie. Maybe she’s into sugar? We spark up a conversation and two minutes later I’m going nowhere fast. Then I realize she’s high. I ask her if we could hang out, maybe smoke a little ganga. Her whole demeanor changed. The conversation went from 0 to 100. I got a kiss, hug, phone number and the promise of a potential vanilla/side piece type relationship. But my old ass didn’t save the number when I put it in my phone and later lost it. A day later I consult the Oracle about upping my game with a little 420. She tells me “Hell yea.” Says chick’s who smoke weed love a dude that has some. Can get it. “Shit, I met let you hit this if you come through with a bag,” she tells me. The Oracle is immune to my charm and money, so it means a lot coming form her. Never knew 420 was such an aphrodisiac….Back to our story.

I tell Amoladora I don’t smoke it, but I’d try a little with her.

Within the hour we’re walking up the stairs to her apt. She tells me something about her roommate may be home so when we walk in I need to be as quiet as possible. A flag is raised. I see flashbacks of a month ago where Ripoff was disappear into a back room to change into something more comfy. The some bitch ass dude comes in all nonchalant like he just went to the store. Outside, more of the homies are waiting for backup…..My eyes dart around to see if I see anything suspicious. I’m nervous, but Bartholomew (my second brain) is in control now and I’m throwing caution to the wind. She opens the door and we walk into this upscale apt. with wooden floors and pretty swanky layout. I only take a few steps before she diverts me into a door on the right. It’s the bathroom and has another door to her bedroom. She pushes me in gently, follows me in and closes the door behind me.

Oh snap. It could be the perfect setup. Big wad of cash in my pocket. In a room that’s dark. Some buster could jump out at any minute. WTF? How did I let myself get back into this situation? Am I about to get robbed again?

Amoladora picks up an open bottle of wine on a nearby night stand and says, “let’s finish this.” I sigh in relief. Heart stops pounding. I chuckle at being smuggled in like I’m some guilty pleasure of hers. Reminds me of back when I was teenager, sneaking into some girls house. She runs to the kitchen and returns with 2 glasses. We sit on the bed and talk, sipping wine. Before long we start to kiss. I can taste the sweet taste of wine on her supple lips. Even as I type this, I can recall the taste like it was yesterday.

By now, Bartholomew is about to bust through the zipper. Then I realize I hadn’t took my Lamar Odom’s (herbals for those who don’t know) before I left work. Oh well, I don’t think I’ll be having a problem today anyway.

Before long we’re taking turns removing clothes articles of clothing. After several minutes of play, I’m naked. I push her back on the bed and go down on her. The kitty is fresh and clean. I pour a little wine on her, just a few drops, as began to thrash her with my tongue. I watch her face and upper body to see how my efforts are going. Sometimes licking the clit directly doesn’t always achieve the right results. And even if it does, there is a certain amount of pressure she might like, hard, soft, medium, and then there’s speed – fast, slow….it’ a guessing game at best. I lick the kitty in several places until I find the right spot. She’s squirming and arching her back now. Got her. I cup my hands under her buttocks and raise her up. Her back arches and she becomes stiff. I got the muff right in front of me now. A couple of times she tries to push my head away but I ignore it. She’s playing the game so many before her have – refusing to cum.

I’ve had girls tell me its against the rules. They’re not suppose to enjoy it. Blah blah. Probably in some sugarbaby rule book somewhere. The shit I hear I tell you. As usual, I just bulldoze right over that bullshit and mercilessly thrash the clit with my tongue. Before long she’s cums. Her body twitches violently as she grabs the back of my head. I remove my hands and let her fall back to the bed, then I wrap my arms around her thighs. No sooner does she cum then does she push my head away. She tries to move away but I anticipate as much and I pull her back to me and continue my assault on the clit. “Babe, st—“ she tries, but I’m going to town now. No intention of stopping.

Before long I’ve chased her across the bed, with my head buried between those creamy thighs.

She’s about to fall off the side when she sits up and says, “Okay. Stop baby. I’m sensitive now.”

As I move away from her slightly, I still see her stomach fluttering and her lower body twitching. I kiss and rub on her legs and lower torso while she recuperates. “I never came twice in a row baby,” she says, rubbing a hand over my head. That’s my cue….. I go back down again. She stops me and tells me its my turn. My kind of girl :) We switch. She licks the shaft a few times and looks at Bartholomew. “Its big baby,” she says, voice sultry now. She continues on, licking the shaft before taking Bart in her mouth and going down a quarter of the way. She has a pretty good technique of suction and simultaneously working the tongue on the shaft. Now it’s my turn to twitch and squirm like a little bitch. Pretty good fellatio I’ll admit. No deep throating, not a lot of saliva, but I’m satisfied. She stops suddenly and apologizes that she can give me a better BJ due to some teeth problems.

She doesn’t know I’ve heard that one many times before. “Oh I can’t give head because I had a tooth pulled” or “I’ve had some recent dental work so I can give you a BJ” or “I have braces, it may hurt you” or “I have braces and can’t open my mouth as wide …” or “I have problems with my wisdom tooth” even though she’s 25. But maybe Amoladora is telling the truth. She does happen to have Bartholomew in her mouth when she says it. I tell her to keep going, she’s doing a good job despite her “mouth” issues.

I had no idea that was a precursor to future problems.

When Bart is good and hard, we slide on the condomn. She tries to get on top, but she can’t take it. I’m too big. We switch and after a few gentle strokes, I’m able to get a good rhythm going. Baby is nice and wett. I think she’s a keeper. Before long she’s raised her legs and wrapped them around me, encouraging my thrust. I oblige, burying myself deeper inside her with each thrust. Amoladora bury’s her fingernails gently in my back.

If you’re wondering how I remember this even so vividly its because no sooner than it began then did it end. I cum before I know it. Damnit. I wanted to enjoy it more. But since I was sans Lamar Odom’s, my stamina was off. Bart was down and out. I would have taken them if I had known we’d be getting physical on the first date. I totally expected to pay for the wyp date and call it a wrap.

Afterwards we lay in the bed chatting. I inquire about her living situation and she tells me she has an old friend who lets her stay in the apartment. As long as she respects him she can stay but she wants her own place.

Him?

She explains its just a guy she knows that’s helping her out. But doesn’t offer more details. Smh. Always some weird shit in the sugar bowl.

I start to wonder if everyone on SA and Wyp is homeless or something.

I’m hard again from all the talking. Baby’s brown skin is enticing and sulty voice as she lays on my chest is getting me aroused again. But Amoladora isn’t interested. No second round for Daddy. She does want me to come back later though. Tells me we can sit on the porch and enjoy the 420. Her roommate will be working.

I get dressed and rush back to work. Almost five when I sit down behind my desk, just in time for everyone to walk past my office. Most thought I’d been there the whole time working with my door closed. Cool. As I put on the appearance of a long day of work, I get out my phone and get my connect up. No answer. I text baby the news but she still wants me to come back anyway. I close my eyes and thank whatever deity looks down on sugardaddies. I’m going to be taking my time tonight.

The family is out of town so I got the house to myself. I’ll be joining them in a few days. Going back to kick it with Amoladora is not a problem. No excuses to make up tonight. No lies. A few hours later, I’m omw back to Amoladora. I stop and get more wine and fruit. Back at her place, we sip wine and try and watch tv but we mostly talk.

Then she asks me the big one. “Would you mind helping me get an apartment down here?” The question catches me off guard. “Um yea. Sure.” Baby unloads about her situation. She wants an apartment in town and already has it picked out. She just needs help getting it. Finding a job has been close to impossible. “Honestly, I really don’t want to work at all,” she says. “I just need a daddy to take care of me,” she says.

I feel the S burning on my chest again. I have to control myself before I leap off the couch and into my Cap’n-Sav-a-hoe outfit.

I hear my cape flapping in the wind as I prepare to swoop down and save her. Ok I’m being silly.

But her request comes with strings. She wants me to get the apartment in my name. Uh…..

Suddenly I’m doubtful. I tell her I’m not comfy doing that. But she says she can’t get it in her name due to not having a job. I tell her how I can get her the documentation she needs, but she feels that’s fraudulent and doesn’t want to go that route. We go back and forth but baby is adamant that she wants the apt and wants it in my name. Amoladora tells me I’m less likely to run out on her if its in my name. It’s a story I’ve heard before. Babies want me to get a car or apartment in my name that way I’m obligated to pay for it. Not a bad approach actually. The only time I don’t want to do something like that is when I know the sugar isn’t going to last long.

But its never worked for me. Last time I signed a lease, baby girl ran out on the lease. Left me holding a fairly big rent payment. She was gone, apt was empty and I had 3 months left to pay. And that was the second time that happene dot me. The first time the girl left after a month and she damaged the floor. I’m still jaded about signing leases and stuff. So naturally, I wasn’t looking to even take the chance.

“Would you at least consider it?” she asks. Sure I say. With that, we start playing. We end up back in her room but she only lets me make out with her. WTF? Says she’s a little sore. I would have stayed home if I knew I wasn’t getting any nookie. I know. I was being selfish. I get up to leave, but Amoladora doesn’t want me to go. She lays on me to prevent me from getting up. I like it. Feels good to be appreciated. “This is how it’ll be when we get my place.” Nicely done Amoladora. I’m warming up to the idea. We end up rolling around in the bed playing around before she falls asleep. I stay up another hour, Bart hard as a rock and nothing to do with it.

Fuck. I can’t win.

Staying the night is rare for me. Sugar babies usually don’t get down like that unless you’re off on a trip or something. Baby lays on me the first part of the night like I’m a teddy bear. But I wake up about 3am and freezing to death and hearing this grinding sound. I look down at my body and I have no cover. I look over at Amoladora and she has all the covers. WTF? I’m so cold I’m starting to go numb. I keep hearing this gnawing, grinding sound. I manage to get part of the sheet from her stingy ass but it only mildly keeps me warm. I manage to doze off for a bit only to be awakened again by the sound. Now baby is back on me again, wrapped in the comforter, grinding her teeth together.

I can’t win I tell you. Smh. No nookie, freezing my ass off and this teeth grinder over here (Amoladora ) wants her own place. Only in the bowl.

I fall back asleep despite the cold and noise. I wake at 6 and I got morning wood. Really? Any other morning my old ass would be be as soft as tissue. But this morning I’m standing strong and nowhere to put it. I give. The sugar gods are frowning on me.

I wake Amoladora up and tell her goodbye and head back home to freshen up. I get to work but luckily for my tired ass things are slow. All the big boys are gone for a conference. Cool. I might close my door and catch a nap. Then my phone starts blowing up. Amoladora wants to know what I think about the apt. I see she’s well rested. We spend the rest of the day talking, mostly her trying to convince me to put the apt in my name and me saying no. Amoladora tells me she wants me to come back over that night. I have to fly out the next day to join the fam so I’m not sure. But she insist. She wants to get a hotel this time. Turns out her roommate came home and saw my shoes at the door and got uncomfortable. Said he couldn’t sleep with another man in the house. Go figure. I tell her we can use the house, which is usually a big no no. But the fam’s out of town so I’ll bypass the hotel. She also wants me to try and get the weed again. I hit up my connect and after work I swing by and pick up the cannabis.

I go by and pick her up. “Your car’s so loud,” she says. “It vibrates. Its kind of naughty.” I look over at her in disbelief and think to myself, I am so tearing this pussy up tonight.” We stop by the store for some cigarillo’s and we head back to my house.

I pop the garage and drive right in letting the garage down behind us, just in case the neighbors were watching. We head to the guest house and she cracks open the cigarillo and re-rolls it with the 420....

and then we head out to the patio with our drinks and stuff.

I pull out a Cohiba and light it. Hadn’t had one in awhile. We sip wine, laugh and talk as she blazes.

Damn I hope the neighbors aren’t in their backyards too. I put the cigar out and take a couple of hits with baby. Amoladora finished it tho, while sipping wine with me.

We’re both sweaty from being out in the summer heat so we go back inside and watch a little TV. She brings up the apt. again. I keep telling her I’m fine with paying for everything but she wants it in my name still. I tell her I’m strongly considering it, just to keep her from talking about it anymore. I’m ready to get to the rest of the night’s festivities. Before we can get started she’s got the munchies all of a sudden. We make a quick dash to the burger spot, get the combo and then back to the house.

After she eats half of everything (love how you sugarbabies hate to eat all your food around men. It’s the cutest shit ever. But I know your asses are hungry. ). We retire to the bedroom to have more fun. She excuses herself to the bathroom and a few minutes later she comes out wearing some sexy lingerie.

As we kiss, baby tells me she wants to spend the night again. And I remembered to take my Lamar Odum’s too? OMG I’m sooooo going to miss my flight in the morn.

But, things weren’t as good as the night before. I go down and taste the kitty, but she stops me early and says, “Come fuck me……” I climb on top. No quickie’s tonight. I’m full of the herbals and I’m ready. Not sure how long I went, but baby grabbed me by the chin and asked me to hurry up and cum. Told me it was hurting. I decide to end things, dumping my unborn into the plastic latex. Afterwards, we lay in each other’s arms and talk more. She doesn’t bring up the apt. again. Instead we talk about all the things we’ll be doing together once she lives here permanently.

“We don’t have to use condoms daddy,” she tells me. Only in the bowl. “Once you get the apartment I’ll get on BC and everything. You’ll be the only guy I’m sleeping with.”

Then she hits me with more news.

“I have a son,” she says. I’m like WTF? Why the cloak and dagger. Why not tell me upfront. Not that it was a big deal or anything but I felt like we had a pretty good beginning so no need to lie. She tells me she didn’t want to scare me away. As a sugar daddy I’ve seen most everything so her having kids is no big deal. We kiss passionately and I try to get some more kitty but she’s not having it. We fall asleep at some point and she starts grinding her teeth again. It doesn’t keep me up this time and the next thing I know I’m staring angrily at the alarm clock going off.

We jump up, get dressed. “Can I keep the weed daddy?” she asks as we head to the garage. “I’ll keep it for us so you don’t have to worry about it.”

Heeeeeeeeell naw. She ain’t smoking up all my shit.I might need this in the coming weeks.

But I say nicely, “Oh no. i’ll give you some of it.” We head out before the neighbors are up leaving for work. I drop Amoladora off and then speed to the airport.

Over the next few days we keep texting here and there. Mostly staying in touch and talking about how much time we’re going to spend together when I get back. She wants me to hit up the apartments first thing when I get back. I must admit, by the time I board the plane to return to the states, I’m missing Amoladora.

I get back a couple days ahead of the family. Big board meeting on Monday so I had to be there in case the BoD had questions for me or my dept. For lunch, I go by Amoladora for some fun. She’s wearing a maxi dress, nothing underneath. We do little talking as I raise the dress up over her head to reveal her naked body underneath. I get a strong whiff of the body wash, signaling she’s all fresh for Daddy. Once again I push her back gently on the bed and bury my face between her legs, thrashing that pink muff. This is a few rounds later so I know right where to concentrate on. Within moments she’s squeezing my head and ears…She tries to pull away but I’m unstoppable. She starts shaking again and but she’s not running from me this time. She lets out along moan, signaling the bell had been wrung.

I get her up and make her turn around on her knees. Time for some doggie. I give her a nice slap here and there as I pound her from the back. Then I stop, grab her by the waist and pull her back and forth on me rapidly and repeatedly. “Daddy....” The ass looks like it has waves rippling through it as she she slams into me. I wish i could have took a pic of it too.

Yea I know.

Afterwards, we freshen up and swing by the apt. complex. Nice place. Two story condo’s. Nice neighborhood in uptown. They’ve completely renovated the apts. Wouldn't mind living there myself if I were single. We look at a few that are big enough for her and the youngin then go back to the office to fill out the paperwork and then we’re gone. She’s hungry so we stop by one of my fav Chinese places. The tone is changing rapidly. She’s nice now. More attentive. Even takes back my order because they messed it up. We talk more about the apt. She tells me about her son and how she came to be in the situation she’s in. Then she surprises me again, “Is it ok if I work daddy?”

“What do you mean?” I ask. She tells me with me paying her rent and giving her an allowance plush child support from baby daddy she doesn’t really need to work. But at the same time, she’s new to town so she can’t fathom what she’s going to do with her time. So she’s thinking about getting a job at a bar or restaurant. Cool with me. I take her home and just stop long enough for her to get out. “You don’t’ want to come in daddy?” she says, rubbing my arm.

Nah. I got to get back to work. I kiss her by and head back to work. I needed to get home before the fam came home and make sure nothing incriminating was left behind. I give the guest house a once over and then I have cleaning lady tidy up. That night, I meet with the Oracle. Needed to discuss the apt. thing. The whole idea of it in my name has me nervous. I need advice. The Oracle tells me it’s a bad idea. If I had known the girl more than 7 days, she’d say yes. But its too early. She reminds me of the last time I did this and how I was left paying on an apt for months while baby up and left. She also reminds me of the risk I’m taking. Anything could happen. Baby girl could run out on the lease and damage the place and I’d be responsible. Something could happen to her and her son and I’d be involved. On and on.

Hadn’t thought about all that. A few hours later I text Amoladora and tell her I’m fine what paying for everything, but I just can’t put the apt in my name. Too risky and . For the next 24 hours we text back and forth on the subject. But I just can’t do it.

Then it happens. Just like many of the girls before her, the text start trailing off. Generally its not apparent, but I notice immediately. I try to keep it going but Amoladora is fading fast from my grip. Damn. I thought we had a good thing too.

By now I’m texting I’m talking regularly with Casino and Firecracker. I’m also getting ready to meet Firecracker for the first time. As the days go on, Amoladora becomes more and more silent. Before text would be answered right away, but now hours go by. Soon, no response at all.

Amoladora’s exit is bitter sweet as it were. The pics of Firecracker and Casino got me quite excited. Two bad ass black chicks. Hadn’t really been involved with any since Nebraska. And Casino’s body is just quite simply – extraordinary. I hate it that things didn’t work out with her. I’ll tell you all about it later....

A week after things go cold, I’ve gone out with Firecracker. Casino’s stopped texting. But I still send Amoladora a text to see if she’s gone for good. No response. I do actually like her and other than the name on the lease I was going to make her quite comfortable. Then to add to my woes a week after that Firecracker goes MIA. She stops texting too. Sigh. I am not winning.

Now we’re in July and I’m SBS (sugababy single). Its looking like its going to be dry spell for the summer. Perhaps its time to get out the sugar game? Put up my Capn’ Sav’em outfit and cape?

By the time I’m ready to call it quits, Casino text me. She’ll be back in town the next day and wants too meet when she gets back….To be continued

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daddyconfessions · 5 years

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sugar tales: baby ripped me off

I’ve gotten a lot of anon questions so I haven’t been able to blog on my past experiences as much as I would like. But, now that I’m catching up I can get back to sharing how things are for us Daddy’s out here.

I met Ripoff on SA around late April. She was the first seemingly decent SB after a long dry spell for me. I’d met Nebraska on the rebound from Bottlecap. Nebraska and I started in December ’14 and we lasted about several weeks. But I fucked up with her and she ended up getting another SD before I could fix things. Even though I started the year off so so, the spring of 2015 would prove to be a rough time for daddy.

So I message Ripoff on SA and play the waiting game. After a few days she messages back. A few pleasantries are dispensed with the back and forth before we move on to texting.

After several texts Ripoff brings up money – not an allowance. Baby hits me with the stress method. Tells me her rent is due and she’s about to be put out.

I don’t mind the stress method. Just use it in context. If it’s the middle of the month and you haven’t paid your rent then that’s just ratchet. The rent stress method makes more sense if ran at the end of the month or beginning. Just FYI if you’re using this. Don’t insult daddy’s intelligence. Also, my personal rule for any stress technique is to keep it transactional. No honey…no money. I know I’ll get hate mail for that one. But those are my own personal rules.

I get her to send more pics and she does, a few of which she shouldn’t have. I can tell from the bad ones the apartment is nowhere near the amount she’s asking. I play along with her story, and before long I’ve shaved off a few $$$$ from her request. Suddenly she shifts from needing rent to needing to get her water bill paid. Judging by her apartment pics no way she’s paying that much on water either. And I see baby stuff in the background. Not looking good. But, I cut her some slack not because she deserved it but more because the year had been rough.

I agree to the amount for the water bill and we’re supposed to meet. She says she’ll meet me at the hotel and she wants the money up front. Nope. No smash and dash here baby. We argue over that and then stop talking. She text me randomly over the next few days or so, testing the waters and trying to guilt me into giving her the cash. Not interested.

We stop talking for a few weeks and then she messages me on SA. Says she’s lost my number and would like to start talking again. She’s sweet this time. I like it.

We start back texting and within a couple of days I’m heading over to pick her up. She lives in a neighborhood undergoing gentrification. Million dollars homes tower above $50k houses. Of course I pick her up from the $50k duplex houses. We go for coffee because neither one of us is really hungry. It’s the beginning of the summer so its hot. Baby comes out in blue jean shorts and some type of sports bra. Nice. Ripoff’s a good looking latin chick. Dark brown skin, curly black hair….got that Salma Hayek thing going.

We chit chat. Baby is having a hard time. She moved out of her apartment in with a stripper friend. It was her stripper friend –after Ripoff had showed her our text messages and my pic – that told her she should really try and hook up with me. Stripper friend also told her she’d take me if Ripoff wasn’t interested. Wouldn’t be the first time I was passed around….I’ll blog on that in the future.

Baby opens up and tells me about herself. She hasn’t made the best decisions in life. She’s got two kids –although I couldn’t tell by looking at her. Stomach was flat and tight. Her mother has custody and mother also has the car she bought. Ripoff hasn’t been very responsible – half taking care of the kids and missing car note payments. She needs me to do these things for her. Get her life back together. She convinces me that she’s ready to change and get back on track. After she sees the wide-eyed look on my face she says, “Yea I know it’s a lot baby. I hope I don’t scare you off….”

I’ve seen worse. Cap’n Sav-A-Hoe to the rescue. I’ll gladly put on my cape and save her. Up Up and Away!!! Wouldn’t be the first time. I tell her I’m cool with everything and she’s ecstatic. She’s got a place through some city program and she needs help getting a U-haul to move her stuff in. She just wants someone stable. A father figure. I’m good with it all. We talk more about her interest. Turns out she’s fairly decent chick. Ripoff has some decent career plans and big things on her wish list. She shows me a few pics where she’s appeared in some rap videos, one of them being a fairly new up and coming guy.

Damn. I’m about to lay a video hoe? Gotta love the sugar bowl.

And she’s been on the album covers of some local talent. Not too shabby. She tells me she’s been living the life, turning up, and she’s lost everything because she’s ignored her responsibility.

It’s plausible. But, I’m still a little confused about how she lost her kids, and being so irresponsible with car notes given the company she keeps. Somebody should have been shelling out some cash on baby. But hey it is what is.

We end up kissing and making out. Baby likes me suddenly. Tells me my eyes pretty – ok you can stop now. The other patrons take note of our PDA. Even though no cash was discussed for today in particular, baby wants to get her nails and feet done so she can feel good about herself again. Life’s been so tough. She wants new shoes and to go shopping but I tell her designer items are not good for the homeless. I tell her she needs to get her priorities straight. She frowns and I can tell I hit a nerve but she nods and agrees. She knows I’m right. I pull out some cash and give her some. She can’t do anything sexually because she’s on her period. But that’s cool. The game has taught me not to expect the kitty on the first date.

I cut the date short and head back to her place. When she finds out I occasionally get pedicures and manicures she wants to go together. Cool with me. I know some upscale places that serve wine during the service. She really likes that.

We kiss and say goodbye. We’re going to hook up in a couple of days and start our arrangement. Maybe after the mani/pedi. However, within two days the ratchetness is back. She’s doing all the things again that stopped me from talking to her the first time. And the promise of our mani/pedi date is gone. She went ahead and got it already because she was near the place. Damn that was going to be our icebreaker.

Its like our conversation at Starbucks went completely out the window. Now, she needs emergency money again, needs help buying a bed for her new place, blah blah and pretty soon she’s got a whole list of new needs. Fuck it. I drop a few stacks to solve all of her immediate problems. Under normal circumstances this wouldn’t be too bad. But my gut, my instincts say I need to close the deal and smash before I do any major cash outlay. But I give her the benefit of the doubt and I feel the need to step up my game since she’s dealing with rappers and entertainers.

Despite this, the bullshit keeps up for a few more days….now she needs me to rent a car so she can get around. She needs a deposit for the lights. I start ignoring her but some part of me likes Ripoff. If I’m going to salvage anything with her I need to play it safe. Fuck it, I’m already financially invested in her. Might as well see it through. So I tell her let’s start our arrangement and then we can work on getting the rest of things she needs.

Her parents having her kids and car, and the fact that she lives with her friend says she’s irresponsible and can’t keep up with commitments and obligations. I need to smash and get it over with at this point. Make sure she’s even sincere about this whole thing. Action always speaks louder than words. I know…probably more hate notes and mail. She gives me the dance around with getting started. Suddenly she’s busy doing this and that and dodging the arrangement.

Baby goes MIA for a week. One day, I text her. This will be my last attempt. She answers right away. I tell her I want to start over. Forget the money I’ve already given her. I tell her I want to come through and spend time with her. Of course I’ll have some cash when I come. Baby says ok. We set up the time and before long I’m on my way.

Ripoff answers the door looking good. Her hair is slightly damp from a recent shower and I can tell she’s not wearing underwear in those blue jean shorts. We catch up and both confess we haven’t handled this well. Then baby goes over to a nearby basket of clothes and grabs a piece of lingerie. She asks for the money and then tells me she’s going to go change. She goes to a room and closes the door.

Then I hear her lock the door. WTF?

After a moment she says you can come in baby…..I jump up, full of weeks of anticipation and walk towards the door. As I put my hand on the door knob, the door to the apt/duplex opens. A guy walks in on the phone.

“What the fuck?” he says looking at me crazy. Then he starts yelling “Who are you? “ and “Who are you here to see” and then “I know you’re not here for Ripoff. That’s my girl man. We about to have some problems.” Blah blah

Surprisingly I’m relaxed. I try the door handle but its still locked. I tell her to come out but she doesn’t answer. Meanwhile this lil short midget thug is talking shit on the phone. “Man I just went to the store and came back and this mofo at my house….” Now I know I’ve been setup. Then he hangs up like he’s going to do something. We he sees I’m not scared he’s like, “We gonna have to go outside and talk about this.” One backhand and a couple of jabs and I’d have this guy taken care of. A kick on the cheap ass door would allow me entry into the room where Ripoff is.

No sooner then I think it then I realize the real danger I was in. The legal danger. In a flash I realize if I kick ass and get my money back I could have all kinds of legal problems. It’ll be there two words against mine. And it is it really worth my Director title at work, my job potentially, not to mention the embarrassment.

I decide to bounce. I got enough cash to play another day.

I get outside and he’s still talking shit. I tell him they got a pretty good scam going but karma is a bitch. “My guess is you target professional men with a lot to loose. Nice. But be careful, you could run across the wrong guy.” He starts cursing me out. By then I’m out of the drive way and heading to my car. I see some of his boys waiting on the other side of the house. Now I get the sense of the real danger I was in.

The cash they stole was nominal. Glad I followed my instincts and didn’t buy ALL the shit she asked for.

In the end I chalk it up to the game. I consider dumping my SA account. Too grimey. Now it’s almost June. I’m hoping this summer gets better because 2015 hasn’t been good to daddy. I start to miss the old days when a daddy could post an ad on CL and call it a day.

A few weeks later I get a message from newbie named Kansas. I’ll post on her next time.

PS., excuse any grammatical errors, etc. I wrote this story on my lunch break

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