I fucked a mortal.

Ok. Confession time.

Soon after I decided I wanted to be a Sugar baby I promised myself I would never again waste my time, my precious time, with any potential boyfriend. I knew I wasn’t the typical girl who would date online, neither do I look like the girl people think of when they hear the word ‘Sugar baby’. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, specially being as picky as I am, but I wanted my sugar treat and I had the right to pursue it. So determined as I was, I made myself a promise: Never again would I sleep with a regular guy who has nothing more to offer me than headaches, heart pain, and a hungry pussy. I mean after they leave.

The perfect guy.

My passport was renewed and my weekend luggage was handy for a quick pack. I had spent about a month searching for my candy and now I was craving it. I had already chatted with many guys who promised me tones of sugar. They just wanted to lay me down. I rejected them. I was not ready to suffer from diabetes yet. Others simply stopped chatting without even saying goodbye once they realized I was not an easy chewing gum.

On the road…

Still searching for my Sugar man

Despite all the upsetting turns my first sugar date had taken, I was still excited about continuing on my candy ride. Having my first date had helped me dodge my fears about online dating. I had realized how normal people behind computer screens were: I was normal, that guy was normal, and very likely most searching sugar daddies were normal men too.

My first Sugar date – part III and last

Step three: Be nice and enjoy!

My nails were done, my hair was sexy, and my jeans were tight. And even though I knew that this wasn’t going to be the one, I finished my look with the best trick a girl can ever do: Smile!

My first Sugar date – part II

Step Two: Dress to Impress, and be Safe!

I was new to sugaring and my wardrobe was not too… sweet? After breaking up with my ex, I was in the process of renewing energies, you know, getting rid of the old and bad so that the new and good could get in. Giving old clothes away was becoming one of my favourite things to do on my free time, I can’t call it a hobby, can I? The problem was my income wasn’t letting the new things come in as fast as I was waving my oldies goodbye. 

My first Sugar date – part I

Step One: Pick your Pocket.

Searching for my sugar man was a delicate task to be done carefully if I wanted my date to succeed. Needless to say I am a picky lady, and not being desperate for money, I wasn’t looking forward to meet the first horny creep who auctioned the highest. Cause let’s face it, some people don’t distinguish the blurry line between being a sugar baby or an escort, the line between a sugar daddy and…

Bye bitter, Hello sweety

What if you stop believing in traditional love relationships? What if Prince Charming is a mere Disney invention? Was I going to accept loneliness and masturbation for the rest of my life? I say: Nope!