Why I’m a Sugardaddy…

Just a random thought.

Earlier today, I am sitting in one of the dullest finance meeting ever (are there any other kind?), when my Sugarphone vibrates in my pocket.

It’s a message from Cleo.

“Daddy, your baby misses you and needs you to make me a good girl again xx”

What else is there to say?

Tips for Sugarbabes No. 4 – Getting Past the Intro

As a genuine Sugardaddy that’s had dozens of approaches from prospective Sugarbabes, here’s a couple of things that really get me pissed.

So, you’ve got communication going after an interesting approach….

He’s read your profile and the messages have been lively and positive, based on a genuine connection with his Sugardaddy resume.

So ladies, let’s make the photos genuine.

I don’t mean that they’re not of you, what I mean is that they are so wildly unrepresentative that should you meet, your prospective Sugardaddy’s first thought is not “Is this the same girl?”

Now, if you’ve put on a few pounds, that’s one thing, but to put up photos that don’t show you are several dozen pounds heavier, whilst you describe yourself as “average” well, that’s pointless.

There are plenty of guys around who like the fuller figure, just be honest about who you are.

If he asks for more photos, it’s not just the case that he wants to see you naked! (If he does, block him and move on)

Take a look at your photos, are they clear, have you got a full face one and a clear one of your figure?

Sadly guys are quite visual creatures and for every guy you think might be put off, believe me, there’s one for whom the opposite will apply.

Secondly – let’s get real about meeting.

If you’ve got as far as hooking a prospective Sugardaddy’s interest, don’t waste his time with 101 reasons why you can’t meet. The average Sugardaddy is a busy working guy – how else do you think he could support his expensive habit?

Don’t go trawling for a SD when you’ve got a busy week, got to get an assignment in, or have some other pressing personal commitments. Put it on hold and come back to it when you really have got time.

Don’t schedule a meeting for more than 3 or 4 days away, if you do, chances are he’ll get another approach who can meet him sooner and all you’ll end up with is a cancellation.

And lastly, don’t ever, ever, think that a meeting is a date.

It’s not, it’s a “do we click”.

Allocate it 30 mins at most from your day, it could work out, it might not, you don’t know.

Don’t even try to ask for payment “for your time”, you’re a prospective Sugarbabe, not an escort.

Sure, if the distance is great and you’re an impoverished student, be cheeky and ask for some help with your travel costs, but please, don’t ask to be paid to see if I can bestow on you a rather cool lifestyle at considerable expense 😉

 

 

Tips for Sugardaddies No. 3 – Getting Started

So, you’ve decided to take the plunge….

You’ve checked your schedule, you’ve got the time to fit in a Sugarbabe.

Your money’s good, you have a couple of thousand a month that can disappear from your income without raising eyebrows, or forcing your partner to reduce her shoe buying habit.

Great…

Now, let’s find a Sugarbabe.

The main sites in the UK are SeekingArrangement.com and Sugardaddie.com. I would recommend Seeking Arrangement for starters. In my experience it’s easier to use and the women are a little more sophisticated than Sugardaddie.com, which seems to attract a lot of wannabe dreamers.

Anyway, first step is to sign up, but before you do that you will first need a disposable email account, say from gmail or hotmail.

Get that set up, make it totally anonymous and ideally have a username that’s randomly generated, it makes it harder to be cracked.

Now you’re ready.

However, before you can launch yourself on either, I strongly recommend that you think about how you want to go about this.

The moment you launch a profile on say, Seeking Arrangement, you will be bombarded with approaches – is this what you want?

You may decide that you would be better off playing it stealthy and searching the profiles of Sugarbabes instead.

In my experience, this will cut out a whole load of hassle and wasted time.

I first went on these sites three years ago and after my first relationship, I never made my profile public again.

The other bonus to this is that if you ended a Sugar relationship by fibbing that you were off the scene, you don’t have to deal with messages from her calling you a liar!

Now, the next bit is important, your profile and your pictures, this needs a bit of thought, I’ll talk about that next.

 

 

 

Warm Glow

My ever so efficient florist came in again.

Getting on the train back to London after my meeting in Birmingham, my Sugarphone buzzed…

“They are the most beautiful flowers I’ve ever seen, thank you Daddy xxx”

I texted back, “Thank you for an incredible night xxx”

My business partner looked up from his laptop, “Anything important?”

“Nope”, I said, “The client is happy”

And indeed she was

When only Flowers will hit the Spot

After my amazing first night with Cleo, we breakfasted in our room and seemed to have slipped comfortably into that feeling that we’d been together for much longer…

Annoyingly, my phone started ringing at 0730, a client in Birmingham was having a crisis, even ahead of a scheduled meeting for lunchtime, could I go sooner.

Not too much drama, as Cleo had an audition at 11 and needed to go home to Shoreditch to change.

Over French toast and strong coffee we giggled and I got that warm rush of being with someone you quite like, with whom you’ve just had the luck to have great sex.

Unfortunately, within an hour I was in a First Class compartment speeding towards the UK’s very dull second city (second city? – bollocks, should be Manchester!).

I called a very nice lady at Jane Packer in Sloane Street, with whom I have built up an understanding since my sugar career began and with a brief text to give her Cleo’s address, a very large bunch of flowers were duly dispatched.

I settled into my seat as the train progressed towards Birmingham, only to be disturbed by a text from Cleo,

“So pleased you are my Daddy xxx”

Indeed I was and it felt great.

 

Cleo in a New Light

So, the big day, or rather evening, arrived and the usually self-assured man-about-town that is me, was looking forward to the certainty of spending the night with Cleo with a certain amount of apprehension.

I’d remembered Cleo’s favourite dining haunts and that the current London craze for Peruvian meets Sushi is one of her fave options.

The day had dragged by, I kept checking my watch and time simply wasn’t going fast enough. One interminable meeting after another, when all I could think of was Cleo’s willowy figure and re-reading several times the email with her detailed sexual picklist.

We’d arranged to meet at the restaurant in Soho at 8. I arrived a little before, shortly afterwards by the ever-punctual Cleo, who looked stunning in a LBD…

“I was really worried I might be late, my waxing appointment took ages”, is just such a great opener, I was hooked.

As last week, the convo was easy and flirtatious, though I noticed that the subject of the parents and the increasingly tricky divorce, had a notable effect on her.

Apparently her father, who is now in his 60’s, had taken up with a much younger woman and over the last two years she had increasingly made it difficult for Cleo to see him.

She had been close to him it seemed and talking about ‘Daddy’ made her slightly moist eyed.

I decided to change the subject, as it was obviously a tricky one and so decided to plunge into the world of acting… My mother had been a useful actor in her younger years, before she met my broker father and ‘retired’. So, as a family, we still have quite a few friends in the business.

Then, I noticed Cleo visibly change, she wanted to know where we were staying, a chic boutique hotel in Soho as it happened and how she’d understood what I liked, in my reply to her picklist…

Now, I have generally found that virtually every Sugarbabe I’ve dated before has been more than a little submissive and so it would seem was Cleo, which I hadn’t quite expected.

The transformation was total, she moved round to the bench seat next to me, turned to look at me and discretely pulled my hand towards her thigh.

“Do you mind if I call you Daddy?”

At this point she moved my hand up her dress and pressed it against her pussy, she was totally waxed clean and wet, very wet.

At this point she had my total attention.

“I have done exactly what Daddy asked, I want Daddy to see that I’m a good girl”

I was floored. The slight, willowy beauty that I’d met 10 days ago had transformed into a seriously sexy being.

I immediately turned to a passing waiter and barked, “the bill please”….

Within 10 minutes we were walking out of the lift and across the hall to our achingly chic room, it was Soho, after all 😉

Her Little Black Dress was discarded in one swift move and there, totally naked, except for her heels, stood Cleo.

“Is Daddy going to punish me?”

“Yes daddy is” I said, “to ensure that you remember you are Daddy’s girl”

Fortunately having had just 2 small glasses of wine, copious fizzy water and a reviving espresso, I was virtually sober and knew exactly what I wanted to do.

In one move I turned Cleo round, pulled her arms back and tied them with my tie, before pushing her onto the bed.

“Stick your arse in the air, Daddy is cross with you”

She pulled her knees forward along the bed and her beautiful bottom thrust upwards.

With a careful aim, the flat of my palm impacted her arse with a thud, she squealed.

“Say ‘thank you Daddy’ “, I said sternly.

She obeyed and I carried on spanking her.

After 10 spanks, I was hard and unzipped my trousers, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head on to my cock, she took me in her mouth eagerly and within a few minutes I was coming.

I let her head down and moved round to her arse to check her pussy, she was soaking. I began playing with her hard and fast, my fingers slipping in and out, trying to expand within her sex.

In what seemed like no time, she began to come, grunting out a deep gutteral moan .

Then she turned to look at me, her face the picture of a totally sex-crazed, slightly scary, animal.

It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tips for Sugardaddies No.2 – Look Before you Leap

OK, so you’ve decided to take a plunge into the Sugarbowl and wonder where to start.

Well, let’s get our ducks in a row first, to use that terrible expression from my Business School days.

Firstly, have you got the time?

The sort of guy who can afford a Sugarbabe is generally a successful self-made guy, or someone in a senior salaried job. With the sort of £100k + salary you will be earning, you’ll know all about putting the hours in. Will you be able to devote time to see your chosen babe 3-4 times a month? Remember, with the hours you work, something’s gonna have to give. Just make sure it’s the golf, or those nights out with the boys, rather than your partner or kids…or you’ll be rumbled PDQ…

Secondly, well, it’s the money…

You are not going to be spending much less than £2,000 ($3,400) a month.

Yes, I know you and the gorgeous Sugarbabe agreed £1,000 ($1,700) as an allowance, but have you factored in gifts, dinners, hotels (you’re not thinking of using a mate’s flat I hope?!), cab fares, etc.

Last year I kept a record of 6 months spending on my Sugarbabe, it was £17,000 ($29,000).

OK, some of that was hotels I would have had for work anyway, but that leaves an awful lot of plain, old, Sugar.

Are you the Right Type?

What do I mean by that – simply, can you live the life?

Sure, you’re thinking, I’d love to be seen around with a gorgeous 28 year old blond, who fucks wildly and looks hot…but really, do you?

Can you cope with the deception involved, not just to your wife/partner, but your boss, your business partners, even your friends. You have to be a quick thinker, you have to be able to improvise rationally and quickly if you are ever in a tight corner.

You also have to be methodical, like some kind of MI6 graduate, you must be able to run two very separate lives and ensure they never meet.

Lastly, can you keep a secret?

Don’t even think about sharing your Sugarlife with your mates – that’s just dumb. Your mate sleeps with his wife, who’s maybe friends with yours…it’s a connection too close.

I have friends I went to Uni with, or even school, who I’d do anything for, that I’ve known for 20+ years.

None of them know I fuck girls who call me Daddy.

Best kept that way.