Looking Back into Sugar History

The week here in Greece has been wonderful, it’s in the 30’s and the tan is topping up nicely.

Our holiday companions have managed to keep their usual drinking down to about twice the Government weekly guideline and they’ve even spent some time with their children so that I don’t have to, so all good.

It’s Wednesday, market day in the local town and Mrs LSD has gone off to stock us up with provisions, leaving me with two children playing in the pool, a couple of cold beers and my laptop.

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Feeling rather lanquid and relaxed in the heat, my mind has been drifting back to some of my early adventures in Sugarland.

Flicking back to early 2012, I came across Gisela.

Gisela was a 23 year old German student, studying at a Uni in central London. We met, when I was a bit of a Sugar virgin, on Seeking Arrangement.

In this early flush of Sugardom it seemed that I was meeting several Sugarbabes a week for ‘interviews’ and each one turned my head and excited my interest in a different way.

Gisela’s line was quite simple. She had put on her profile quite explicitly that she was looking for a domineering ‘Daddy’ figure.

Now, I’ve always liked Germans, since I spent some time living in Berlin and so off I went to meet Gisela one evening in Kensington, with a clear sense of optimism.

We arranged to meet at a chic cocktail bar and when she arrived I got far more than I bargained for.

Now, regular readers are probably kind enough to grant me the title ‘Man of the World’, however, for once I really did feel like a Nun on a night out at a BDSM club, totally out of my depth.

After about 10 minutes chatting, Gisela got down to business.

I heard all about her time living in a commune in Amsterdam, how she had 30 lovers before she was 21 and how she had developed a strong interest in bondage.

I, meanwhile, was trying to assimilate the vast sexual history of one so young and deceivingly innocent-looking.

When I managed to get a word in, I tried to get the convo onto the subject of fine dining, fun shopping and did she like ballet, but I was firmly pushed back.

“No, I really just want to fuck”

Ok…direct and to the point

We parted, as I had a dinner date and we arranged to meet two days later to start our arrangement.

Now, call me old fashioned, but I like to have spent at least one date getting the measure of someone before we get down to it.

That wasn’t going to cut it with Gisela.

We met for lunch in Knightsbridge and I had thought that afterwards we’d do a little shopping.

Lunch was done and I suggested we head over to Harvey Nicks to take in the shoe department,

“Is your hotel near here?” she asked

I told her it was and she replied simply,

“Let’s go then”

And so we did.

The next two hours were the most exhausting of my life and I’ve done triathlons, it’s enough to say that Gisela had an appettite for sex that bordered on the manic.

Ground rules were quickly established,

“I want you to spank me very hard and call me a dirty whore”

I’m not good at taking instructions, but this one I was prepared to take.

And so I did.

The sex was amazing, though at times slightly troubling and the convo was pretty rubbish, I left our liaisons feeling like I’d been through the wringer, but then strangely feeling that it couldn’t last.

I do look back on it as being a fun few weeks, but not really what I wanted from a Sugar relationship.

I think it was after that experience that I tried to be a bit more critical about making sure the non-bed part of the relationship was just as important as the hot, lusty part.

That said, it was fun šŸ˜‰

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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