The Reality of Getting Intimate With An Sugar Daddy for the First Time. (Part 1)
I feel like no talks about this. Social media is a cultural preference on how we only perceive the happy and successful parts of our lives. Tumblr is a wonderful example of showing off our money, bags, shoes, vacations from our Sugar Daddies. Life is just perfect, right? But what’s actually going through your mind when a Sugar Daddy gets intimate?
Are there hot sugar daddies out there? Absolutely! However, most are not for the price you want.
Tonight I went out with Mr. Louboutin. He’s a short, older man, 48 salt and pepper hair, big nose, old man stash… Very sweet and I enjoy conversations with him. Not to mention his pay outs have been pretty good. They range from $500 per meet up (so far) but this was the first time I got intimate with him.
When you first start out as a Sugar baby, you only look for attractive guys. Then slowly but surely it turns into what you can tolerate for the money.
When I met Mr. Louboutin I thought, yeah sure, I could fuck this guy. The conversation was there, attraction? Eh. it was okay, but for the price and what he offered? Piece of cake.
When going out to dinner with an SD you’re not really attracted to, you make up all kinds of bullshit smalltalk to prolong the night so you can escape easier saying, ‘It’s getting late.” You may also order another drink, dessert, ect. We’ve all done this.
Mr. Louboutin and I left the bar and he wanted to “drive me back to my car” even though it was literally a 30 step walk. I got into his car and he started driving around. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do at this point until he drove by a parking garage and said, “We could go in here for a few minutes.” Every story we went up my stomach just turned, like “Oh god… here we go.”
3) The pep talk.
Does anyone else do this? You give yourself a little pep talk to prepare you for what’s to come. You think about what exactly you’re going to do, what HOT GUY you’re going to think about when your eyes are closed kissing and doing things, how fast you could probably get him off and how. These were all things going through my mind.
4) Avoidance. The fight or flight.
There have been a couple times where I would flight. I just couldn’t and make up some random excuse not to sleep with them. This happens and it’s OKAY.
This is where closing your eyes and picturing someone else comes into play. You try to tune out their sounds they’re making, or seeing their crusty old dick. (sorry) Since I was in the car I just kept making out with him, or if my eyes were open while getting him off with my hand, I kept my eyes on his. I swear if I would have saw his dick I would have just thrown up.
5) The Payment
Thank god most older guys get off pretty fast and the relief is almost what makes it all worth it. $500 for 10 minutes? Not too shabby.
*** read Part 2 (click for link to post) with my thoughts on this.
Tao looked down at the bright eyed little girl who looked up to him for answers. “Of course Mama is fine.” His daughter, at the tender age of five didn’t understand what check-ups were. In her mind going to the doctor was bad and meant you were sick.
“Then why did you say she wasn’t looking good?” The little girl hoped out of her seat and began walking around the waiting room worrying for her mother.
(( Okay guys, I didn’t say anything since now but it is kinda really submerging my dashboard.
GUYS. DON’T TALK ABOUT SUICIDE SO EASILY. PLEASE DON’T.
I don’t know if some of you just want to have some attention from people ivl and in reality you don’t attend to do it at all. Tbh, it doesn’t matter. I know that life can be hard sometimes, but the suicide isn’t the SOLUTION.
Hey, you only has ONE LIFE.
It is okay to be weak, it is okay to cry, it is okay to want people to care about you time to time. It is okay.
But you need to be STRONG too.
Because if you look carefully around you, you will realize that there is a beautiful world out there, not perfect but pretty in its own way.
You will realize that there are people who really CARES about you out there. Some people love you deeply but don’t show it quite often.
You will realize that if you do it, you won’t be able to come back ever again.
You know what will happen after you do it?
Someone who treasures you will find you corpse, they will call the ambulance while crying, as you will be carried to the hospital, they will pray for your safety, believing that there is still a chance that you will be still alive. But no, the path of the life ends here for you. Your death won’t resolve anything, it’ll make people who care about you cry and sadness will overwhelm them. They will live along with this burden in their heart. Always thinking
“I could save them. If only I could… They will still be there today…”
You know what is there after death? Your dreams, your future, EVERYTHING will end if you die. Only darkness will stay.
It is okay to rely on other people, it is okay to ask for help.
No one is going to blame you. Just do it. Don’t wait someone to reach out their hand for you, sometimes you need to do the first step.
Your mind was fuzzed as you squeezed your eyes to get a better look at
the black board from far distance in front of you, your teacher writing up yet
another boring math example. At times you wondered why you were even placed in
the back of the class, it was always a hell to try to see what was on the board
and it was problematic because you could never understand the math problems and
not to see how to fix them made it ten times worse. The sudden sound of knocks
coming from the door interrupted your teacher from being in his zone, stopping
from writing on the board and watching as the principal of the school walking
inside with a tall blond boy behind him. They talked for a bit before your
teacher cleared his throat even though everyone was staring at him, pointing at
the blond haired boy and introducing him. “Ladies and gentleman, this is Luke
Hemmings. He’s a new student at our school and he’s gonna be with us here at
math.” Small whispers were shared as people stared at Luke, but you didn’t mind.
Until your teacher announced that he was going to sit next to you since your best friend wasn’t at school today. Taking a seat next to you, he could feel
your eyes staring at him as he started to take out a notebook with math
examples and a pencil case to scribble down notes from the blackboard. Your
teacher started to talk again and that was your queue to take notes, yet
you couldn’t see a thing and when your teacher handed out a task for you to
make before class was over, your eyes went wide and stared at it like it could
fix itself. “Fucking shit, I don’t even need this in my life..” You cursed
while trying to solve the math problems, feeling Luke staring at you. “You don’t
know what to do?” He asked in polite and you shook your head. He moved a little
bit closer to you, taking your pencil and explaining how to do the math
problem. “How can you be so good?” You asked amazed and he started to blush a
dark shade of red. “My mom is a math teacher. I guess it’s in the genes.” He
explained with a joke, his voice soft yet shy. “That’s so awesome.” You said with
a smile, making Luke shrug. “I guess I’m just lucky.” He shrugged and you
nodded your head. “You are because I don’t get a shit of this and I’m not lucky
at all.” He chuckled by your words while looking down at his pencil. ”I can
help you at times if you want? We can trade, you teach me stuff about the
school, who to be with and who to avoid. In treat for that I can teach you some
math skills.” Luke reached his hand out for you to reach and you looked down at
it before forming a small smile, “Deal Hemmings.”
Sitting with your legs on top of the chair in front of you, your whole
body was resting against your chair as you watched the football players in front
of you on the field running around determined to get the ball while your coach
yelled around with his whistle when things weren’t as he wanted. A bag of chips
was open and resting nicely on your stomach, almost having your full attention
but that was soon taken away. A sports bag was dropped on the chair next to
you, giving you a slight shock and making you look to see who it was, a boy
with brown memorizing eyes and dirty dark hair standing in a football uniform. “Hello.”
He smiled as he looked down at you, seeming to have full energy. “Hi.” You said
a bit off, looking at him with curious eyes. “I’m a new student.” He introduced
as to why you looked so weird at him, your mouth forming a big ‘o’ in
understanding. “Oh you’re the exchange student from Australia?” You asked,
already having heard about him from your coach who had announced that you would
have a quite professional footballer who had to try out today’s training. He
nodded his head with a smile. “I’m Y/N.” You said as he sat down next to you to
tie his shoes. “I’m Calum.” He answered in polite smiling over at you. “I’m usually
on the team. Though I’m prevented from playing for a while.” You sad in a sad
tone, looking out in the distance. “How come?” Calum asked interested, taken off his sweater and placed it down his bag, showing off an Australian football jersey. “Sprained
foot.” You pointed down at your foot that was wearing a way bigger comfy sock
than your other, Calum’s eyes wide and a small “ouch” camefrom his mouth. “It
was a football accident, but I’ll be out on the field in no time.” You
chuckled, looking back at the field where girls and boys were chasing around after
the exact same ball. “That’s tragic.” Cal commented while he tied his football
boots, looking up at the field as he was now ready. “Kind of, but I’m used to
it, it’s not the first time.” You chuckled watching as Calum stood up from his
chair. “I would love to talk to you again Cal. You seem like a cozy guy.” You
smiled up at him and he seemed to blush a bit. “You too Y/N. I would love to
see how good you are on a field.” You shrugged your shoulders with a smirk as
he giggled down at you. “But first I have to impress your coach to see if he’ll
qualify me for your team.” “Go show them.”
You chuckled, waving after him as he ran down the stairs towards your coach
ready to introduce himself before he could run out on the field on show his
very best to get on the team. And he sure did because you were impressed to say
at least, watching how your other teammates seemed to have a hard time with
Calum’s fast long legs.
Thunderstorms and lightening were clouding over your school with dark
clouds, all the lights in the school on full power since the weather had made
everything dark and gloomy. Your eyes were focused on the book in front of you,
yet you couldn’t concentrate at all with the loud thunder keeping on shocking
and catching your attention. You were the only one at the library at this point
so it should be one of the benefits to study without any other students to make
any noise but this was ten times worse. Shutting your book you started to head
towards the exit of the library but that was when the worse thing happened, the
loud sound of thunderstorm with a following loud bang of electricity shutting
down, darkness surrounding you in the now dark library as the electricity was
gone. You cursed, trying to open the door yet it was impossible. So great to
have all the doors being technical and needed electronic to open. “Great, just
great.” You groaned, rolling your eyes as you were now stuck alone in this sick
library, heading towards one of the tables to sit down. You were about to take
your phone out but the sound of footsteps made you sprint up from your chair in
shock and looked behind to see a rather confused boy with wide eyes. “Didn’t mean
to scare you.” He said with raised hands and approached you. “Have you been in
here all the time?” You asked confused, and he nodded his head. “I was trying
to find my geography class but ended up lost. We were supposed to find some
books but all of the sudden they were gone and then the electricity went out.” “Yeah,
we’re stuck in here until the electricity is back.” You explained while he took
a seat next to you. “You’re new?” You asked changing the subject and he nodded
his head. “I’m Michael.” He introduced and you reached your hand out, smiling. “I’m
Y/N. Pleasure to meet you Michael.” He grew a smile as well, looking around at the
library. “Which classes do you take?” You asked and he looked back at you. “English,
Spanish, IT, Geography and Music.” He explained and your eyes lit by the
mention of music. “Me too!” Michael’s eyes lit up by the mention as well,
feeling more comfortable now knowing that there was at least one person he
could communicate with. “Our teacher is such an awesome person you will love it
here.” Michael nodded his head along to your words happy, “That’s definitely a
great start after my geography failure.” He joked making you giggle. “You can
just ask me if you’re confused. Here, let me give you my number.” You said, and
he gave out his IPhone so you could write in your number for him. “It’s so you
can feel more comfortable here. I know how it feels to be a new student. Don’t
want any more awkward situations to hit you.” You chuckled and Michael thank
you politely. “Thank you Y/N, you seem like an awesome person.”
Your eyes were dazed and tired as you fought the urge to not shut them
closed, your mind far away in another place in dreamland rather than focusing on the road in
front of you. You were late, and not just the usual ten minutes late for class,
but a half an hour due to sleeping late and the bus driving right in front of
you. It didn’t exactly made your mood better and with the lack of sleep even
though you slept over, you were tired as hell and musty to say at least. Still
wearing the shirt you had slept in and some rubber boots from the rain, your
hair was wet and mind fuzzy as you marched down the hall towards your class.
You were so unfocused that you didn’t even notice that another person who came
from one of the halls from your left and before you knew it the two of you
collapsed into each other, books flying everywhere and you falling to the
ground. “What in the serious fuck?” You screeched but as you looked up but your
eyes met a pair of hazel eyes covered with glasses who looked rather nervous and your attitude changed completely. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry.” You exclaimed,
looking at him curiously since you couldn’t point a finger on who he was while helping
to collect his massive pile of books. “It’s okay.” He answered in a soft voice,
pushing his classes up on his nose and accepting the books you had collected with a
small thank you. “’Why do you have so many books with you?” The boy shifted in
his seat as he stood up with the books embraced, “I’m new here so I had to get
all of these books before first class. But I’m kind of confused since this
school is way more different than my last one and I can’t seem to find my
class.” Your eyes went wide, nodding your head, “What is your first class?” You
asked, wanting to help the poor lad. “Biology, but I’ve been walking down this
hall four times now, it says it’s the one on my paper, but I can’t find the
class and I’ve walked into two different ones in slight awkwardness.” “Let me
help then.” You let out a small giggle by the boy, accepting the paper his free
hand gave you. “Oh, your class is in the other building.” You explained as
you read the paper, “I can follow you to it if you want?” The boy started to
blush yet let out an award winning smile. “I would appreciate that but don’t
you have classes as well right now?” “Don’t worry about that. I’m late anyways,
my math teacher is used to that.” You shrugged, reaching your hand out so you
could help him carry some of your books. “What’s your name?” You asked as you
started to walk, “Ashton. Ashton Irwin.” He replied, already feeling more
comfortable and less nervous. “I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” You introduced, reaching
your free hand out to shake his rather big one.
where was their first date ?: Why do I feel like Taemin’s rich self would wanna show off his money bags and wanna go to a nice restaurant? but at the same time i feel like he wouldn’t wanna use his money so idk lol what my muse would do to cheer your’s up: compliment him who wakes the other up with kisses ( and where )?: Sunny would wake Taemin with cheek kisses who would pour water on the other to wake them up ?: Rude azz Taemin who would start a food fight while baking or cooking ?: Sunny who would suggest putting marijuana in the brownies?: Taemin who said i love you first and how ( or when ) did they say it?: I don’t think they ever said it or ever loved each other who would get into a physical altercation over the other?: I wanna say Taemin? who insists on purchasing a pet together ( and what kind of pet )?: Sunny who is louder ( in and out of bed ) ?: dont know. they never had sex who takes more risks ( in and out of bed ) ?: im assuming Taemin who would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first?: not sunny lmao what is their shared, favourite kink ?: results not found how my muse shows their love for your’s: probs by always showing up at the frat house to see taemin even tho he hates that place their favourite ways to give affection: cuddling who is more dominate ?: Taemin who sings in the shower ?: Taemin who washes the other’s hair in the shower?: I feel like sunny would’ve loved to wash Taemin’s hair who initiates shower sex despite being in a rush ?: that sounds like a Taemin thing who teases the other under the table at dinner with the family ?: that also sounds like a taemin thing who has the weirder taste in music?: Sunny who would initiate dancing in the rain?: Sunny who would be the one to suggest marriage?: if it had gotten that far i think it would’ve been Sunny what would they name their children?: Juno :) who would their children take after more ?: Taemin
Showing off my tote bag from @shiroiroom! It, also, came with a sticker, mini print, and a postcard with a very nice note on the back. I’m going to start bringing my new adorable tote bag everywhere I go!
Sitting at a local restaurant in the biggest mall of Seoul, you observed people who were passing by. Boys carrying tons of shopping bags while their girlfriend happily tells them that there are just a few more shops left yet to visit, you smiled as you saw it happening before your eyes.
“Poor boys” you said to yourself, grabbing the mug with hot liquid before taking a sip from it
((I can't do the little symbols on mobile, but reassuring touch?)) Craig walks up behind Mike, gripping the other's shoulder lightly. "Hey man, is everything okay?"
Mike looked up at the other male, slightly confused. “I…I’m okay? Why do you ask?” Did he look sad? Maybe it was just the lack of makeup showing off the severe bags under his eyes. Truth be told he was always kinda sad. But he didn’t know the boy well enough to get into that….
She felt guilty for accusing someone she hardly knew. He worried his feelings would forever be unrequited. When a book project requires new partners, Marinette and Nathanael see it as the perfect opportunity for their personal goals- to earn his friendship; to win her heart.