According to Elton John, “sorry seems to be the hardest word”, but he’s wrong, it’s actually goodbye. I’m quite good at saying sorry, being the fuck up that I am, I’ve had lots of practice; I’ve never been great at goodbyes though. As a child I’d get terribly upset when people left or things ended. I’d shut myself in my room, tears pouring down my face, or sit in the back of the car quietly sobbing whilst we drove home; everyone else able to appreciate what a lovely time they’d had, whilst my poor heart was breaking (yes, I was a sensitive and emotional child).
As a sugar baby (and a slightly more emotionally stable adult) I’m fairly philosophical about my job, and the role I play in the lives of my sugar daddies; I know that my time with each of them is limited (I’m there for a good time, not a long time etc). All my arrangements have an expiry date, and at some point, must end.
Several have already come and gone (literally and figuratively), and it doesn’t bother me; I’ve binned off men I dislike and had to end things with men who’ve become clingy or too emotionally involved. Shit happens… and I have no issue walking away from an arrangement if it’s no longer working; although when I do end things, I’ll do it via text or WhatsApp because I’m a wimp and hate confrontation. I spout some bullshit about how I’m not the best fit for them, or I want to cut back on what I’m doing and focus on other things, i.e. it’s not you it’s me… Honesty isn’t always the best policy, you never know when your paths may cross, especially in Cornwall where everyone’s either related or fucking (or both).
Other arrangements simply fizzle out over time. If I like them (or they pay well) I’ll reach out a few times, but if I don’t get a response or can tell they’re no longer interested then I’ll archive our messages and move on; I don’t want to harass people, plus I’m not exactly short of men wanting to fuck me.
I like it when things end that way, with no goodbye, just a drifting apart and passing of time. Having said that, occasionally you write off a sugar daddy only for them to reappear months (or even years later); you’re convinced they’ve died, and the next thing they’re messaging to arrange a date… it’s a bit of a mindfuck.
Anyway, these goodbyes (or absence of) with sugar daddies don’t upset me, only once have I experienced an upsetting goodbye when one of my sugar daddies ended our arrangement (a most unusual occurrence); he properly dumped me….and in person too! Obviously, he didn’t want to, but was moving on (work wise) so had no choice. He took me out for a meal, for what we both knew would be the last time; he was really emotional and genuinely upset. There was talk of ‘chapters coming to an end’ and what a special experience it had been; how he’d never done anything like this before and wasn’t planning to again (being a married man).
After our meal he drove me home and took me to bed where we had sex; deep, passionate sex. Then he got dressed, led me downstairs, and said his final goodbyes, before driving away, leaving me stood in the doorway in my dressing gown sobbing my heart out; I don’t know why but I was a wreck.
Looking back now, it’s obvious that saying goodbye like this is triggering for me, and I wasn’t crying just because he’d ended things, but because hearing the door closing and listening to the car driving away opened a floodgate of painful memories of rejection and not feeling good enough, which I’d buried in my subconscious. In that moment I was a small child again, responding in the only way I knew how, to cry. Did I love this guy… no, of course not; did I want him to love me, absolutely not! We’d only met a handful of times; and only had sex twice… it really shouldn’t have been such an ordeal, yet somehow it was.
Thankfully my emotions whilst being intense at times, are also quite fickle. I may have cried myself to sleep that night, but the next day I was back to my normal chirpy self; slightly annoyed that I’d lost a good sugar daddy, but grateful for the time we’d spent together.
I think he on the other hand was left traumatised at having to leave me snotty nosed and bawling my eyes out whilst he drove away. I tried to reassure him that I was ok and just being silly; but I’m not sure he believed me.
The funny thing is that a few months later he was back in Cornwall, so we resumed our arrangement; he just couldn’t stay away. We’re still very much involved and have been now for over 3 years, funny how things work out…
I know that I can’t do this job forever, and at some point I’ll move on to other things. When the time comes to leave this all behind, I don’t want any big emotional goodbyes though, I don’t think I could cope; I’ll just disappear quietly into the night, and onto my next adventure.
A few weeks after our disastrous weekend in Torquay (see previous blog), I meet Ray at a country pub. I can’t say I’m overly enthusiastic about seeing him again, but I feel sorry for him, so there I am.
It’s a beautiful evening, so we sit outside reminiscing over our weekend away; and because it’s been on my mind (and clearly bothering me) I ask why he drank so much the night before, knowing he had a long drive the next day. He doesn’t have an answer, just explains that when he’s not working, he’ll sometimes go to the pub at lunchtime, spend the afternoon drinking, then come home and continue until he passes out. I ask whether he has an issue with alcohol, something I’ve suspected since we first met. He thinks he might, which is a good sign… not that he has an issue, but that he’s aware of it obviously.
I try to explain the negative impact his drinking had on our time together, the fact that he’d spent the majority of the weekend feeling exhausted and hungover, or on a mission to get drunk.
He doesn’t take this well and is worried I didn’t have a good time, to which I reluctantly admit that it wasn’t great. As I’m being honest, I also mention how embarrassing, inappropriate and offensive I’d found a few of his comments, and how they’d come across as sexist and racist (because they were).
Things are a little tense now; he asks whether I even like him and want to see him again. In an attempt to rescue the situation, I assure him that I don’t dislike his company, but that two nights together was too much; however, this just makes things worse.
He starts chuntering on about another woman he’s messaging, who’s younger than me, really good looking and highly intelligent. He’s going to meet her since I’m not into him; maybe she’ll love him as I obviously don’t (and in my defence never said was going to).
I’m not sure whether any of this is true, or he’s saying it to upset me; either way it doesn’t work. I’m just amused he thinks a young attractive intelligent woman is going to fall for him. He doesn’t understand that most women on sugar daddy/ escorting sites (myself included) are not looking for a romantic relationship, they’re there to do a job and make money; expecting anything else is asking to get hurt. Other than money (which he doesn’t really have) he hasn’t got much to offer; he can’t look after himself let alone anyone else. The sad truth is that he’s lonely, vulnerable and desperate; however, paying women out of his league in the hope that they’ll fall for him is not the answer.
I suggest he leave young women alone and look for someone his own age if he wants a relationship; but he doesn’t fancy older women (quelle surprise), he wants someone bright, young and attractive. The poor guy is deluded; he’s never going to get a ‘trophy girlfriend’… you can’t buy love (not with his funds anyway).
We have an incredibly awkward meal together, where he doesn’t eat much but drinks plenty; he’s trying to act like everything’s ok, but I can tell he’s feeling bitter and resentful. Having had a few drinks myself, I’m unable to drive so have no other choice than to ‘make it work’. We have a few nightcaps at the bar; he’s drunk and chatting to other people, making passive aggressive comments about me.
By the time we get to our room I’ve had enough, so tell him that I’ll sleep in my car. He’s insisting I sleep in the bed, and that he’ll sleep on the floor; I tell him not to be silly, he’s an old man with a bad back, I can’t let him do that.
He’s adamant that I stay and storms into the bathroom. I know he won’t try anything (he’s too drunk for one thing), but I’m not staying; so, grabbing my bag I head back to the pub. I’m not sure what I’m going to do, but I’m not spending another minute with him.
There are a couple of workmen at the end of the bar, I spotted them earlier and noticed them checking me out; I head over and ask the friendlier looking one to keep an eye on my bag whilst I go to the toilet. I stand at the sink trying not to cry; cursing myself for being unable to hold my tongue.
Whilst I’m there giving myself a pep talk, a young couple burst through the door. I tell them to ignore me, and they disappear into a cubicle together; I don’t know what they’re doing, but I’m still there when they come out. They ask what’s wrong; they’d spotted me in the pub earlier with Ray and had been wondering what was going on.
I explain that I was being paid to spend the night with him but had had a bad time. The guy gives me a funny look, he clearly doesn’t approve; I’m not going to justify myself to him though, I just want to be left alone. I reassure them that I’m ok, just having a ‘bad day at the office’, and they disappear.
I know Ray will come looking for me, so stay in the toilet until the coast is clear. On returning to the bar, I’m told that Ray had been in but buggered off when he couldn’t find me.
The guys at the bar are from Ireland, but in Cornwall working on a new dual carriageway. They can see I’m a bit shaken up and ask whether Ray had been abusive in some way. I explain the situation and how we’d fallen out. The young guy who’d been in the toilet earlier was at the other end of the bar; and overhearing the conversation made a comment, something along the lines of it being my own fault and that I only had myself to blame. This upsets me, and I tell him to mind his own business; everyone in the pub is staring at me as I start to cry, I feel like a complete idiot.
The Irish guys calm me down, buy me a stiff drink; and everyone goes back to their own conversations. I reassure my new friends that I’ll be fine, I’ll sleep in my car and head home in the morning. They don’t like the idea of me being alone though, so offer to take me back with them; they’re staying in caravans a mile from the pub, I can crash there.
The barman (who’d taken an interest) reassures me that they’re only up the road, and the guys promise to drop me back in the morning. With nothing to lose and not averse to jumping into cars with strange men, I agree to go back with them.
The makeshift worksite where they’re staying has a row of shabby looking caravans down one side and big trucks down the other. The caravan has no electricity, and is pretty basic, but I don’t mind; it’s warm and dry, and I feel safe.
The men crack open a six pack and find some gin. The slimmer guy, who’s caravan I’m in, goes out for a fag, leaving me alone with the larger of the two guys; the one I asked to look after my bag. I like him, I think he’s nice and I’m grateful he’s rescued me, so don’t mind when he slides his hand between my legs and starts stroking my pussy through my panties. After a while I remove them, allowing him to fully explore me. He’s an older guy, maybe in his 50s, probably with a wife and kids at home, but they’re in Ireland and I’m here. I know I’m never going to see him again and this is a one off, so I lie back and relax, wanting so badly to come for him. My body doesn’t disappoint, and his skilful fingers bring me to a climax, making me squirt all over the bed; once he’s finished, he goes back to his caravan.
When his mate returns, I wonder whether he’ll try anything on, but he doesn’t; we just lie there chatting until we fall asleep. In the morning, true to his word, he drives me back to the pub and my car; thankfully Ray is nowhere to be seen.
For a while I remembered their names, but now I’ve forgotten; they’re just two random strangers who came to my rescue. It’s unlikely they’ll ever read this, but if they do, then I hope they know how grateful I am; however next time they can pay like everyone else…
I met Gary on a beautiful warm October afternoon at a national trust property with picturesque gardens extending down to the river Helford. He was new to the whole sugar daddy thing, so we were meeting to discuss what he was looking for and whether it was something I could provide. I knew very little about Gary, so was curious to find out what had brought him to the site.
It was here, overlooking the river, that Gary explained how earlier that year he’d sadly and unexpectedly lost his wife. She’d become ill very suddenly, got a nasty infection and died. I don’t know how old she was, but Gary was only 58, so she can’t have been that old.
They’d been together since they were young, working hard to provide for their children; now was their time to relax and enjoy each other’s company, to retire and do all the things they’d wanted but never had time to do.
It’s difficult to know what to say when someone divulges something like this, what can you say? No words can take away the pain of such an enormous loss, so I just listened; being with him in that moment, holding space for his grief.
As we continued to explore the grounds, we spoke about lots of things, not just what he wanted and what he was looking for, but about life in general and how unpredictable and unfair it can be. As he’d been so vulnerable with me, I opened up and told him a little about my past, and how I’d ended up as a sugar baby; which isn’t something I normally do on a first meeting.
After our rather emotional walk we drove to a nearby pub for a drink. Gary had enjoyed our afternoon together and was keen to arrange a ‘proper’ meeting where we could get to know each other on a more intimate level. He was feeling guilty about wanting to see me and for having these feelings of lust and desire though, and was worried about what other people would think if they discovered that he was being intimate with another woman; especially his children who’d become very protective over him since losing their Mum.
He was frustrated having lost a huge part of his life, and although his friends and family had rallied around him, none of them had been able to provide the physical intimacy or closeness he was missing. Of course, Gary wanted to have sex again, but it was more than that, as it so often is; it’s lying in bed naked next to someone, feeling the warmth of their body against yours, holding hands, stroking someone’s hair, all the little intimate touches and gestures that you share with a lover. He wasn’t looking for his next great love, just someone to bring back some normality into his life.
Whilst sipping our drinks we discussed his sex-life with his wife, and how it had dried up (literally) when she went through the menopause; even before that though, it had all been very vanilla and boring. She didn’t like giving or receiving oral, and the few times she’d gone down on him it had been painful and unpleasant.
Gary loved his wife though and wouldn’t even have considered looking elsewhere for sex (unlike many married men in that situation). They didn’t talk about it and Gary never complained; the lack of sex was a small price to pay for what was otherwise a happy marriage. However here was a man who’d been given a second chance, and Gary was keen to explore new things in the bedroom and find out what he’d been missing.
He was curious and asked lots of questions, he wanted to understand what I liked and where he should start if he wanted to try something new. We talked about toys, bondage, role play etc; all the exciting things he’d yet to discover and which I was only too happy to explore with him.
I was impressed with Gary’s philosophy regarding what had happened to him. He wasn’t angry or bitter like lots of people would be in his situation; nor was he rolling over and giving up, despite the fact that his whole life had been turned upside down. No doubt he’d been through all the various stages of grief, but he’d come out the other side knowing that life is short and determined to make the most of it.
Do I think we will have challenges going forwards, yes of course. Gary’s not had sex for a few years, and the last time he did was with his wife; so, no doubt the first time will bring up some difficult emotions, but we can talk through them. I’m happy (as with all my men) to take it at his speed; and have reassured him that he’ll never be under pressure to do anything he’s not comfortable with.
It’s a sensitive situation, and I’m all too aware of the need to respect what’s happened; to allow him time and space to talk about his wife if he wants, whilst also providing a safe place to discover who he is without her, and what he wants as a widowed man.
I think Gary’s probably one of the nicest sugar daddies I’ve ever met; just a really kind and genuine man. He’s certainly too good to spend the rest of his life on his own and deserves a second chance at love. It’s not something he’s ready for yet though, it’s too soon to even consider getting involved with someone on a romantic level. Seeing me is an intermediate step, a chance to rediscover his sexual side, and build his confidence.
Hopefully by the time he’s ready to fly the nest (so to speak) he’ll have explored everything he wants and will be the confident sex God I know he can be; ready to make some lucky lady very happy!
For anyone who thinks my job is just having sex with men for money, hopefully you can see that it’s not, it’s so much more then that; and I love the fact that I get to help people in ways that others can’t.
So yesterday I had an article published about me in The Sun. I didn’t know exactly what they were going to write, or what angle they’d take. Obviously, their agenda is to sell stories and make money, therefore, as with any interview, some comments were taken out of context and sensationalised, which is to be expected.
What I wasn’t expecting was their relationship expert, Giovanna, butting in with their thoughts and opinions on being a sugar baby, which I didn’t agree with.
I was hoping the article would focus on how empowering my job can be but instead decided to stick to the more traditional narrative of sugar babies as victims (as provided by Giovanna), doing a job which is going to have a negative effect on their self-esteem and mental health; which to be honest I just find boring.
Obviously, I don’t know anything about Giovanna, but from their comments, I don’t think they’ve ever been a sugar baby as they have a limited understanding as to what it involves.
Let’s address her first comment: “It can appear glamorous and empowering. But when money and power sit at the heart of an arrangement, respect and equality are often compromised.”
Yes, of course, money is a key component, that’s called capitalism, that’s how our society works. I provide a service that people are willing to pay for, a service for which there is a demand; this is how I choose to earn money and pay my bills. Unfortunately, money is at the heart of EVERYTHING, that’s just life, that doesn’t necessarily mean there can’t also be respect and equality though.
Obviously, I wouldn’t be sleeping with these men if they weren’t paying me (well not all of them anyway) just like I wouldn’t be working behind the checkout in Tesco or teaching in a school if I wasn’t been paid to do so, not many people are prepared to work for free.
As for ‘power’, I’m not sure what she’s getting at there. Does she think that because these men pay me then they have power over me? If so, then wouldn’t that be the same for anyone who’s being paid for anything, i.e. everyone who has a job and works for a living…
I would personally argue that I feel more empowered now as a self-employed sugar baby then in my past ‘conventional’ jobs where I had to be in a certain place at a certain time, dress and act a certain way, do what my boss said regardless of whether I agreed with them, because they were in charge and I didn’t want to lose my job….
As a sugar baby I don’t have a boss though, so can see whoever I want, whenever I want. I fit my work around my life, and don’t see anyone who’s being a dick. Yes, I might let them take control in the bedroom, but that’s because it turns me on and I enjoy it…
None of my sugar daddies feel like they have power or control over me outside of the bedroom though. They all know I see multiple men so not relying on any of them financially; and could choose to end our arrangement at any point. That’s one of the (many) reasons why I don’t tie myself down to one man, like you might do if you were say… in a conventional relationship perhaps.
As for being glamorous, my job is often not glamorous. Yes, I went to Barcelona and stayed in a five-star hotel which was lovely; we didn’t “shop till we dropped” though, as I don’t like shopping. He did buy me some clothes and jewellery, but it was an hour or two max; and they weren’t expensive things.
What they don’t mention is that most of the time I’m staying in premier inns or travel lodges, or with my sugar daddies in their homes. Later this week for example I’m seeing a sugar daddy in Devon who lives in a dilapidated old farmhouse with his dogs. I don’t think the place has been properly cleaned (let alone decorated) for many decades, and it stinks of dog piss. He’ll take me to the local pub for some food, then back home to watch a bit of TV (Clarkson’s Farm, obviously), before going up to bed; it’s anything but glamourous. He’s a very lonely man and always pleased to see me though, I’m basically his social worker.
As long as my sugar daddies are decent people who can pay to see me then I don’t care how much money they have. Whether it’s a cheap hotel, an old campervan or tiny flat, it doesn’t matter.
Giovanna also comments that: “Situations can turn controlling, manipulative or even unsafe. And there are longer-term consequences, too.”
“Whilst the financial gain is tangible, the emotional and psychological toll is harder to measure.”
“Over time, constantly being both spoiled and disrespected can distort self-worth. Money can provide comfort, but it cannot replace genuine affection, trust, or the stability of a healthy relationship.”
OK, a lot to unpack here. Yes, of course, these situations can become controlling, manipulative or unsafe, but the same can be said for any relationship, and also applies to the men who pay for sex; they can be controlled, manipulated and put in unsafe situations too. In many ways they’re often more vulnerable than the women they’re seeing. I can think of a few married sugar daddies whose lives I could easily destroy by outing them if I so wanted (but of course wouldn’t).
Since everyone knows what I do, and I’m not answerable to anyone; no-one has that power over me though. I’ve had more issues with ex-boyfriends then I’ve ever had with sugar daddies… just saying.
I guess the long-term toll is yet to be seen, I do agree that my job can be physically and emotionally demanding at times, as are many jobs.
Being a student support worker was mentally, physically and often very emotionally demanding (and terribly paid). As for being an end-of-life carer or mental health nurse, that must be incredibly mentally and emotionally demanding…
My job is nowhere near as hard as that, and I don’t work half as hard as these people; plus, I’m being compensated very well, so doing alright. Yes, as I often say, my job isn’t for everyone; but if you can compartmentalise and keep yourself safe (mentally, physically and emotionally) then it’s ok. Not saying that it’s the sort of job you could do forever, but again, that’s the same with other jobs.
As for being spoilt, well, that’s a rare occurrence. Yes, I have some sugar daddies who treat me to nice things, but most do not. The majority of the time, I go to the premier inn or wherever, do my job, get my money, and go home. I provide a service and get paid for the service I provide, just like everyone else; and as far as I’m aware, no-one being paid to do their job feels like they’re being spoilt.
Not all my sugar daddies have that much money, most are just normal hardworking guys who occasionally treat themselves to a night of company; if I get wined and dined, that’s a bonus. My regular sugar daddy took me to McDonalds the other day; I don’t get MaccyDs often so that was a real treat.
And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with my self-worth, in fact I think it’s quite healthy. I know how much my services are worth but equally understand that that doesn’t reflect on me as a person. If she’s saying that being spoilt would lead to an overinflated sense of self-worth whilst being disrespected would lead to an underinflated sense of self-worth, then wouldn’t the two balance each other out… she really needs to decide which one it is.
As for being disrespected, I don’t understand this comment. Is Giovanna saying that providing sex for money is disrespectful towards women? Or that I’m disrespecting myself because I have multiple sexual partners? Or because I’m having sex with men I’m not in a relationship with? They don’t know the men who pay for my services, so it would be unfair (and incredibly lazy and judgemental) to tar them all with the same brush and say that they’re all disrespectful.
As far as I’m concerned, I provide a service for money just like millions of other people out there. My arrangements are between two consenting adults who have both chosen to be there and have entered the arrangement of their own freewill, knowing exactly what is expected of them. I don’t have the time or energy for a relationship right now and many of the sugar daddies I see are in the same situation. We’re quite content having a casual no-strings arrangement which they’re happy to pay for.
You wouldn’t tell a man who was having lots of casual sex that he was being disrespected, so don’t make out that I’m being disrespected for doing something I want and choose to do. I enjoy having sex and being intimate with different people, I know it’s not how women are ‘supposed to behave’, but it is what it is.
There are lots of men on sugaring sites who are rude and disrespectful, but equally there are many who are incredibly kind and respectful. This idea that all sugar daddies are disgusting men who don’t respect women because they pay for sex is totally untrue. These are just normal men, that you (without even knowing) are probably interacting with every day.
If you want to be disrespected and made to feel like a piece of meat then try going on Tinder or to a night club, the young men there are far more disrespectful than any of the men I’ve ever worked with.
And you know what, if a man contacts me on a sugaring site in a disrespectful way, then I just ignore him, if I’m out with a guy who’s being a cunt then I walk away. Noone is forcing me to work with any of these men, and I’m very selective about who I work with (I CAN afford to be fussy).
Whatever you do in life, people will treat you the way you expect to be treated; and I expect to be treated with respect, therefore have no time for people who are rude or disrespectful.
As for her final comment that money cannot replace a genuine relationship etc, well pardon me for being single… Unfortunately, you can’t just pick up a boyfriend with your weekly shop, and maybe I don’t want one right now anyway. There have been guys over the last few years who have asked me out, but I’m not prepared to just settle for the sake of it. This idea that we need to be in a romantic relationship in order to have stability and feel loved is total bollocks. I have a wonderful relationship with my daughter, and friends and family who love and support me.
This so called ‘expert’ also fails to understand that having done this job for over 4 years, I’ve become very close to many of my sugar daddies, they aren’t just strangers I work with, they’re trusted friends with whom I share genuine affection. It’s not a conventional relationship that fits into a neat little box, but that doesn’t mean there’s not trust and affection there. I would even go so far as to say that the relationships I have with my sugar daddies have been some of the healthiest I’ve had; with clear boundaries, good communication, honesty and vulnerability on both sides. I’m no expert, but that sounds pretty healthy to me…
Unfortunately, I didn’t get to proof-read the article before it was published. They asked me so many questions and were very selective about what they included in the article. They wanted to make my life sound glamorous and lavish, which it occasionally is, but mostly isn’t.
I’m just a normal down-to-earth girl, I don’t get my hair and nails done or wear designer clothes; when I’m not working, I’m just chilling on my boat in my scruffy clothes and last night’s makeup, tapping away at my laptop.
Whilst the men I see are mostly just normal polite, kind and often very lonely men, I’m more of a companion or a therapist to most of them; it’s not all about sex.
Exposure is exposure though, so I’m not complaining. I just wish they’d mentioned the name of the blog (like I asked them too), and maybe not misspelt my name halfway through the article, but there we go.
Anyway, fuck The Sun, this is where the real story is… you guys know that.
As always, I appreciate you being here.
Emily-Rose xxx
Just to clear up a few other points:
I have never been a teacher, I was only ever a student support worker
65 men is the total number of men I’ve slept with for money over the last 4 years, it’s not how many I have on the books at the moment (and it’s 67 now anyway)
Whilst I do earn around £3k a month, this is pre-tax, so the actual amount I get to keep is much less
So, Tony was perfect on paper… late 50s, single, looked after himself, lived in a big house, had a nice car, and loved to cook; what more could you ask for. He was generous, and looking for a regular fortnightly arrangement, promising to pay well, and treat me like a lady. As I said, sounded perfect; but like anything that sounds too good to be true, it probably is… and this was.
Looking back, the warning signs were there from the start, when during our first meeting (a quick coffee) he was over the top and heavy handed with the compliments. It was creepy, but I put it down to nerves; it can be rather daunting meeting a sugar baby for the first time.
It wasn’t this though, as when I visited his house a few days later, he ushered me in, sat me on a chair and stared at me like I was a sculpture or piece of art; I wasn’t allowed to say anything, just sit there whilst he ‘admired’ me. I didn’t like it, in fact it made me feel quite uncomfortable; but I like to please, so sat there quietly cringing whilst he gushed over me!
Throughout the evening, he continued to tell me how beautiful I was, and how he was going to adore me, treat me like a princess, and give me the finest of everything; it was all too much. He was trying too hard, and it didn’t feel genuine; plus, it was triggering my imposter syndrome big time.
I hate being treated like an object anyway; I’m not that pretty and I’m definitely not the sort of girl who needs (or wants) to be put on a pedestal or treated like a princess. However it made him happy, so I sucked it up and let him get on with it; after all, I was being paid to be there so couldn’t really complain…
As I got to know Tony better, I began to realise how incredibly vain he was, and how for him appearances were everything; it wasn’t just his appearance that mattered now though, it was mine too. He wore expensive clothes, worked hard on his body (which I didn’t find attractive), and was particular about what he ate and drank; only the best was good enough for him. Now that I was his sugar baby, he wanted me to live by the same standards, to wear nice clothes (which he’d buy); and to eat well, drink less alcohol and work out every day to be in peak physical condition. I think he saw me as a ‘project’, he saw potential and thought he could transform me into his ‘perfect woman’.
Tony was obsessed with going to the gym and working out, which is fine if that’s your thing (good for you), but I’m not really a gym kind of girl; gin yes, gym… not so much. Tony wanted me to be like him and couldn’t understand my resistance, despite me explaining that I didn’t have the time, money or inclination to go to the gym. He was determined to help me get into shape though, so designed a workout plan that I could do at home. I said I’d give it a go, hoping that would shut him up and get him off my back, but it didn’t.
Despite his constant nagging, I wasn’t motivated or disciplined enough to work out every day and was honest with him about it. He was disappointed, and unable to accept that I was comfortable and happy the way I was. Yes, I’m lazy and a bit overweight, and I enjoy eating and drinking too much, but we can’t all be athletes, some of us need to eat Dominoes and binge-watch shit on Netflix…
I was starting to feel suffocated by his dominance, constant need for physical closeness, and obsession with perfection. He was also beginning to make it clear that he didn’t like what I was doing and wanted me to stop working as a sugar baby. I think maybe he thought he was saving me, but in reality, he just wanted control; he was jealous and didn’t want to share me with anyone else.
In the end it got to the point where I didn’t look forward to spending time with him, so decided I had no choice but to end our arrangement; we’d lasted less than 3 months together.
Despite ending it in the nicest way possible (it’s not you it’s me etc), he didn’t take it well, and I had several unpleasant messages from him, many commenting on how I was destroying my life and any prospects of a normal relationship in the future. He also thought it would be fun to threaten to tell my place of work about my sugar baby activities, a thinly vailed attempt at blackmail, which I really didn’t appreciate.
It amuses me how guys who pay for the services I offer as a sugar baby then feel compelled to comment on how ‘disgusting’ or ‘disrespectful’ my work is, and why I shouldn’t be doing what I’m doing. I’ve come to realise that this says more about them then me though, and the shame they feel about paying someone to spend time and have sex with them. They feel dirty, embarrassed or ashamed by their behaviour, and alleviate those feelings by projecting them onto me and making me the issue.
Of course, I don’t think my job is in any way disgusting or shameful, I enjoy and am very proud of what I do. I genuinely believe that I provide a valuable and much needed service, which lots of men (including him) find useful.
He tried reaching out a few months after it ended, wanting to reconnect and try again. He’d been seeing other sugar babies, but they didn’t have what I had…
I’m not sure why he’s continued to engage in a lifestyle that he finds so disgusting and ruinous for the young women involved, but that’s something he has to justify to himself. I just hope he’s not taking out his frustrations on the women he’s seeing.
I was very polite and told him that I’d moved on and wasn’t interested, I wasn’t prepared to open myself up to that kind of judgement and control again. I’m not going to allow anyone to make me feel shit about myself for who I am and what I do. I’ve worked too hard on my confidence and self-esteem to let someone who hasn’t got their shit together yet bring me down; I don’t need anyone projecting their insecurities or self-loathing onto me in order to make themselves feel better.
This was pretty early on in my career when I was inexperienced and naive, and less selective about who I worked with. If I met a sugar daddy like this now, I’d send him packing; I don’t have time for men who try to make me feel ashamed of what I’m doing.
As to whether my job will destroy my chances of finding a relationship in the future, that is yet to be seen. However, I’ve met a few guys recently who don’t seem to have an issue with what I do….so who knows.
Of course, not all sugar babies are as honest and genuine as I am, and I’ve heard first-hand what some sugar babies will do; blackmailing their sugar daddies, asking for additional money, threatening to contact their family or place of work if they don’t get what they want etc. Or alternatively convincing their sugar daddies that what they have is ‘special’ and ‘different’ to their other arrangements in order to manipulate them.
It happens all the time, women taking advantage of sugar daddies who have more money than sense, are naive and vulnerable, or only thinking with their cocks.
One of my sugar daddies for example was conned out of thousands of pounds by a sugar baby who lied about the death of her disabled son, and being unable to cover funeral costs. Of course, it turned out to be a lie; her son was alive and well (having been taken away by social services), and the money was being spent on drugs. He totally fell for her sob story though and helped pay off her debts, although had to involve the police when dealers started turning up at his house threatening him for money; it got really messy.
Turns out she wasn’t even single as she’d claimed to be, but had a boyfriend the whole time, no doubt at home getting high whilst she was out conning men to feed their habit.
How he managed to get himself into that situation I’ll never know, but he’s still paying financially for his mistake having totally over-extended himself for someone who was taking advantage of him.
Obviously, whilst I felt sorry for him, I couldn’t help but think how incredibly stupid and naive he’d been. She saw him coming and milked him (behave) for every penny he had.
Another sugar daddy (who didn’t have a lot of money) had a similar experience with a sugar baby he believed he had something special with. He gave her money towards buying a horse because he thought she genuinely liked him and that what they had was special; he was rather hurt when he realised that wasn’t the case. She knew exactly what she was doing though. She saw an opportunity to play on the fact that he had feelings for her and used this to get what she wanted. Her name’s been mentioned by a few of my sugar daddies, she’s getting a reputation for leading men on and breaking their hearts.
Unfortunately, girls like her give sugar babies a bad name, and make us look like desperate money grabbing whores, when in reality most of us aren’t, we’re just normal decent people trying to make ends meet. Nurses trying to supplement their income, students trying to get through uni; or horny women like me who just love sex and money.
By its very nature, the whole sugar daddy/sugar baby arrangement leaves both parties at risk of being taken advantage of, and there are plenty of dishonest sugar babies out there, just as there are corrupt coppers, bent lawyers and dodgy builders. It’s not the job that’s the issue; it’s just human nature… give someone power and they’ll be tempted to abuse it (just look at our politicians).
Being somewhat an ‘underground’ profession doesn’t help either. Men who have been conned by sugar babies feel unable to go to the police, because they feel humiliated and embarrassed. One sugar daddy who paid a girl that did a runner before ‘putting out’, felt unable to tell anyone about it; what would he even say? He didn’t think the police would take him seriously, that he’d be laughed at; so he took the hit and moved on.
At the end of the day though it’s theft, and she shouldn’t be allowed to get away with it. If you paid a plumber upfront and they fucked off with your money you’d be pissed off, but at least you’d be able to tell someone about it; when there’s sex involved it’s dirty and shameful, and somehow different though.
One of my other (married) sugar daddies got into a very difficult situation with a sugar baby who was trying to blackmail him. He realised that he had no option but to pay her, however decided to write ‘blackmail’ as the payment reference. The money left his account but was flagged by her bank as a dodgy transaction, immediately freezing her accounts. She was absolutely fuming and gave him a load of abuse down the phone; but didn’t bother him for money again.
It frustrates me that this sort of thing goes on, but as easy as it is to place the blame fully on the women involved, I think men need to take some responsibility here. Honestly, some men are just asking for trouble, they see a pretty face (or a nice pair of tits) and everything else goes out the window; they leave themselves wide open. Worse than that, many of them don’t even care; they have so much money that it doesn’t matter. They’ll send money to women they’ve never met because they’re fed some sob story about the dishwasher breaking or the kids needing new shoes etc; and are stupid enough to fall for it.
Maybe I’m just bitter because I’m too honest to expect something for nothing so I’m here working like a bitch whilst they’re doing fuck all; or I’m just jealous because I’m not pretty enough to merely flutter my eyelashes at men to get money.
However women have been screwed over by men for centuries, so I don’t blame the odd one for seeking revenge and wanting to fuck men over; especially those who are asking for it…
Anyway, it goes without saying that I don’t know the women I’ve discussed in this blog, I can only relay the stories told to me by my sugar daddies. I don’t know their individual circumstances and what led to their behaviour. Obviously claiming that your child has died in order to scam someone is a fucked-up thing to do, but I don’t know the full story. You have to be pretty desperate or mentally ill to pull a stunt like that, so let’s try to show some compassion…
If you’re thinking about becoming a sugar daddy or paying a woman for sex, just be careful. Don’t allow loneliness, desperation or your ego to leave you vulnerable. Be realistic about the situation and what’s going on and try to think with your head rather than your heart (or your penis).
Being a sugar daddy can be a wonderful and very rewarding experience, and there are lots of lovely sexy sugar babies out there who are genuine and caring; you just have to find them.
Till next time, stay safe.
Emily-Rose xxx
For advice on reducing the risk of being blackmailed, check out this post
If you’ve ever experienced jealousy or felt possessive over someone then you’ll understand what an all-consuming experience it can be; I should know, I’ve been there.
Of course, jealousy and possessiveness are often symptoms of insecurity and low self-esteem. For me certainly, my past issues around jealousy and possessiveness stemmed from not feeling good enough and a fear of being abandoned, which I’ve been working on… ‘you can’t love someone else until you love yourself’, etc.
Sugar daddies feeling jealous towards other men or becoming possessive over me is something I’ve had to deal with as a sugar baby, which I guess is to be expected. I mean, it can’t be easy seeing someone who’s involved with and having sex with other people; it’s bound to have a negative impact on some of the men I’m seeing.
Some sugar daddies can be quite possessive when we’re together in public, especially if I’m attracting attention from other men. Unfortunately though, when I’m all glammed up, other men will hit on me, especially if they don’t realise what the situation is and think they have a chance. That or they realise exactly what’s going on and think I’m open to negotiation… yes, I’ve had men offer me money to abandon a sugar daddy mid-date to be with them… obviously I’ve said no.
One of my sugar daddies (who was a bit of a knob) got around this by physically escorting me to and from the toilet every time I needed a pee. Apparently, he was protecting me (like I need protecting…) from unwanted comments, but in reality just wanted to show everyone in the pub that I was with him, a subtle (or not so subtle) ‘back off’ to other men. I guess I should’ve counted myself lucky he didn’t get his cock out and piss on me like a dog…
Talking of marking territory; another sugar daddy told me he’d like to inflict so much pain onto me as to mark me, like branding a steer with a hot iron, so that I (and everyone else) would know that I belonged to him.
Obviously, he’d never be in a position to do anything like that, nor would anyone else for that matter. I may occasionally wear a collar, but I’m not going to be branded like an animal.
I’ve had to end things with several sugar daddies who’ve become jealous or possessive to the extent that it’s had a detrimental impact on me or our arrangement. I’m not a possession to be owned, nor do I want to be. I have my limits and tolerate a lot, but if their behaviour becomes an issue then I have no choice but to end things, not just for my sake but for theirs. I have a duty of care over the men I’m involved with and can’t justify seeing someone if our arrangement is having a negative effect on their mental health or wellbeing; they may not want it to end, but sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.
Sugar daddies who don’t like sharing often prefer an exclusive arrangement, forbidding their sugar babies from dating or sleeping with other men. For some men it’s a deal breaker, and I’ve forfeited my fair share of business because I’ve been unable (or unwilling I suppose) to offer exclusivity. Although having said that, I’m sure lots of sugar babies are ‘exclusive’ with several men, but I’m too honest for that.
I’m not against having an exclusive arrangement per se, in many ways it’s very sensible, it just doesn’t make sense financially; I’ve yet to find one sugar daddy who can offer me enough to convince me to give up my other men. Although knowing me, I’d probably get bored and fuck someone else anyway; no point making promises I can’t keep.
Hypocritically, many of the sugar daddies who dislike the fact I see other men, have no issue fucking as many other women as they like. Unfortunately, there still seem to be double standards regarding the sexual behaviour of men and women; it being somewhat socially acceptable (even expected) for men to put it about, but somehow shameful or unfeminine for women to do the same.
I blame evolution for this, the idea that men being driven to pass on their genes needed to fuck as many women as possible, whilst making sure that women weren’t screwing other men behind their back. Unfortunately, there wasn’t such a thing as paternity tests back then and men couldn’t afford to waste energy and resources bringing up kids that weren’t theirs, hence why they became possessive over ‘their women’ and fought off other men who got too close (i.e. became possessive slut shaming arseholes).
In the animal kingdom they like to keep it simple; males fighting over mating rights, with only the strongest (i.e. the one with the best genes) getting to reproduce with multiple females, whilst the defeated males just sit in the corner cry wanking (I guess). Kind of makes sense… and everyone knows where they stand.
I’m glad we don’t go in for all that though… I mean, we wouldn’t get men to fight it out in some hunger games style situation, we’re too civilised for that. It would be some sort of democratic voting system; the cuntservices party versus the ‘let’s get you in labour’ party (sorry, sometimes this stuff just writes itself).
Whilst I wouldn’t kick Keir Starmer out of bed, I don’t think the world needs any more mini Boris Johnsons running around; as for the Americans, they’d be well and truly fucked…
Whilst evolutionarily speaking, jealousy and possessiveness over women may have been beneficial in the past, it has no place in our modern society. Men do not own women, nor do they need to protect them from the advances of other men; we’re more than capable of saying no (or yes if we want). Women should have the right to sleep around and play the field in the same way men do; no woman needs slut shaming into being a ‘one-man’ woman, especially by men who’d fuck anything with a pulse.
I’m happy to say that I don’t get jealous or feel possessive over any of my sugar daddies. I fully accept that they have wives and families, lives of their own, and are free to pursue other people.
I do get annoyed when other sugar babies come sniffing around my sugar daddies, especially if they’re easy to please and pay well, but that’s only because they’re in short supply and it’s a competitive market!
I still occasionally feel jealous; those feelings haven’t totally gone away but are triggered by different things now; such as women who look good without trying, families who are close, and loved up happy couples. I’m only human, and in moments of weakness and loneliness these things get to me; and I have to remind myself of how lucky I am, how much I have achieved and how much I have to be grateful for.
Being a sugar baby, it’s important to be adaptable, as you never quite know who you’re going to meet and who’s going to want to pay for your company. I like to think I’m fairly versatile and able to manage myself in whatever situations I find myself in, a bit of a social chameleon if you like; or maybe just a massive people pleaser, either way it doesn’t matter; what matters is that I’m able to adapt who I am to be whatever is needed in that moment.
As you’d imagine, there’s not an awful lot of cultural diversity down the far end of Cornwall, not many make it down that far, but being a sugar baby has given me the chance to spend time with people I wouldn’t have the opportunity to otherwise; and who aren’t in some way related to me… always a bonus!
I appreciate spending time with people from different cultural backgrounds and hearing about their experiences, and I’ve been lucky enough to be involved with men from all over the world, all shapes, sizes, ethnicities and religions. There’s still so much I don’t know though, so am always asking questions, and wanting to know more. Thankfully most of my sugar daddies are pretty open and don’t mind my curiosity/ nosiness. In return I’m more than happy to talk about myself and answer their questions; it’s a two-way thing.
I’ve come to find that if you’re genuinely interested in understanding another person’s experiences and where they’re coming from, then they’ll take the time to explain. Whether it be about their religion, gender, sexual orientation, political beliefs or whatever, I believe it’s better to ask then make assumptions that are incorrect, or heaven forbid rely on inaccurate or harmful stereotypes. As long as you ask in a respectful manner, and you’re prepared to listen in a non-judgemental way, people don’t seem to mind; and if someone doesn’t want to talk about something, they can always tell you to bugger off (or a polite alternative).
Having had a relatively sheltered upbringing, I’m often introduced to new things, and have had many firsts with my sugar daddies, most of which I’m happy to say have been enjoyable.
My first time eating oysters wasn’t quite so enjoyable though; for someone who swallows for a living, I really struggled! It was like swallowing mouthfuls of slimy gritty sea water full of sand and bits of shell, it was awful. I just sat there, unable to talk, my mouth full of oyster (and God knows what), gulping down wine in an attempt to wash it down. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more like a farmer’s daughter…
There have been several times where I’ve fucked up, like the time I ordered a pork dish when I was with one of my Muslim sugar daddies. Thankfully (as a result of the horrified look on his face) I realised straight away what I’d done and quickly changed my order. It wasn’t a big deal, but sparked an interesting conversation as to why he doesn’t eat pork, which was for a very different reason then I thought…
We all get things wrong every now and then, but that’s how we learn, right? And if people can see you’re genuinely trying, they’ll forgive the odd mistake.
Like most people, I wear different hats (metaphorically speaking), for work, as a parent etc, I’m different people to different people; and whilst it’s true that some of my sugar daddies get to see more of my authentic self, it’s also true that different sugar daddies draw out different sides of my personality. Some men want a slut, whilst others want a respectable lady, some men like to take me out to eat at fancy restaurants, whilst others want to chill in front of the tele; you quickly learn which parts of yourself to bring to the table, and which to leave at home.
At the end of the day, as a sugar baby I’m providing a tailor-made service to each one of my sugar daddies, and part of that is being the woman they want me to be. The better I am at giving them what they need, the happier they are, the more they’ll want to see me, and the more money I’ll make, it’s that simple!
However, if what they want is something I don’t feel comfortable providing, or they want me to be someone who is totally incompatible with my authentic self and my values, then I don’t take them on as a client; I may bend over backwards for my sugar daddies, but I’m not prepared to bend so far as to break.
I think it was Charles Darwin who said something like ‘it is not the strongest or the most intelligent of the species that survives, but the one most adaptable to change’; which really resonates with me. Having said that, it’s a balancing act, as whilst we all need to adjust and adapt to those around us, we mustn’t lose sight of who we are, where we come from and what we value.
I try to set clear boundaries with my sugar daddies, as it’s important for both parties to know exactly what the arrangement is and where they stand. I say ‘try’, because it’s not something I’m particularly good at, but something I’m working on; along with numerous other things…
One thing I make very clear is that I’m not looking for a romantic relationship, or to fall in love; a conversation we usually have before we meet, whilst discussing what we are looking for and negotiating the money side of things. The L word is banned, a line not to be crossed by either party; I don’t want them to fall for me, and I certainly won’t be falling for them. There are a few who get carried away and need reminding; especially after a few drinks. On the odd occasion that the L word has slipped out in the heat of the moment or whispered in bed when they think I’m asleep; I pretend not to have heard (classic conflict avoidance), whilst making a mental note to create some distance and not encourage such behaviour. As for me, this is something I don’t mess up on, I’ve never dropped the L bomb with any of my sugar daddies; not because I’m heartless (although maybe I am), but because I think the L word should be special and actually mean something, not just used willy-nilly. I also don’t want to mislead any of my men or give them false hope, as that would just be cruel. I’m affectionate towards my sugar daddies, and genuinely care about the men I see, but that’s as far as it goes.
Being involved with older men is helpful in maintaining boundaries, as due to the age difference, they know they could never be (and probably wouldn’t want to be) in an actual relationship with me; it’s never going to be anything but a no strings sugar daddy/ sugar baby arrangement. Although one of my sugar daddies (in his seventies), says that if he were 20 years younger, he’d have married me and impregnated me several times; a scary thought indeed.
One boundary that’s very important is keeping my sugar daddies and my family life separate. Being a single Mum, it’s amazing how many sugar daddies want to meet my daughter or buy her presents; which I find a bit creepy! I make it clear that my daughter is not part of the deal, and I’m not going to start giving her stuff from random men she doesn’t know. As with any rule there are exceptions, and my daughter has met a few of my sugar daddies, and been given a few little things, but not often.
As a general rule, I try not to ‘shit on my own doorstep’, metaphorically speaking (though literally too I guess). I don’t like getting involved with men too close to home, as I don’t want to be bumping into sugar daddies when I’m not working, or dealing with angry wives or girlfriends if something goes wrong. So far that’s worked well, and I haven’t had any issues; I only have one sugar daddy who lives within a few miles of me, and I never see him when I’m out.
As you can probably imagine, men can become quite demanding and needy if you’re not careful, especially when there’s money involved. They can feel entitled and like they should be able to access you anytime, day or night; which isn’t practical and can feel overwhelming. They forget that they’re not the only person in your life, or the only one you’re talking to; or even the only man you have an arrangement with. If all my sugar daddies messaged me several times a day, I wouldn’t have any kind of life, I’d literally just spend all day on my phone, which would do my head in. At times I’ve had to ask sugar daddies to back off and give me some space. It’s a fine balancing act though between keeping communication open in-between meetings, keeping the spark alive, and keeping them interested; without feeling like you are being harassed and wanting to tell them all to fuck off.
Video calls can actually fuck off though, so don’t even bother trying; I’m not sat at home looking sexy on the off chance that someone’s going to video call me… Having said that, those who have, don’t seem to care what I look like; so maybe I overestimate the difference that makeup etc makes, or underestimate men’s ability to see beyond such things. I mean, some of my sugar daddies have seen me looking pretty rough, like crying and blowing snot bubbles rough, yet still want to bang me and pay for the pleasure; though normally after I’ve stopped crying.
Whilst most sugar daddies behave and follow the rules, there are always a few who push their luck. Men who have no intention of ever meeting up, who send unsolicited dick pics in the hope that I’ll send nudes in return; it’s annoying as they (dick pics) do nothing for me, and I don’t have the time or energy to be sending stuff for free. Same with videos, I’m not swapping videos, if you want to see me wanking, go to my OnlyFans page and pay like everyone else. I can’t pay my bills with dick pics; if I could… I’d be set for life.
I don’t mind my regulars asking for stuff, but I can’t cope with the ‘what are you wearing/doing right now’ requests, which are just tiresome! Like I have nothing better to do, then drop everything and spend ages trying to take a flattering photo of myself washing the dishes or doing the laundry, you really need to see that? For my own sanity, and because it makes me irritable, I don’t rush to send a reply but will respond in my own time, if and when convenient.
As with any job, there needs to be a work-life balance, though inevitably due to the nature of the work, the antisocial hours, and the fact that I’m always hustling and lining up jobs, the balance can get a bit out of whack. At times I’ve definitely over-extended myself; too many late nights and different men leaving me physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted. Overtime I’ve learnt to create a better balance, though inevitably I still burn the candle at both ends, because I’m an idiot; and I like having fun and making money.
When things become too much, which they sometimes do, I’ll put my phone on airplane mode for a few hours, or block out a few days to either rest or catch up with friends. My phone is on silent overnight anyway, so I’m not disturbed when I’m sleeping; and whilst there are often several messages waiting for me in the morning, no-one gets a reply until I’ve had my morning cuppa.
At the end of the day, I know that if any of my sugar daddies are being too demanding or unreasonable, I can just end the arrangement. I’ve had to do this a few times when men have become too emotionally involved or not respected my boundaries. It’s not my favourite thing to do, and I’m not very good at it; I’m far too nice, and they always want to stay in touch and be friends afterwards. It can be hard when someone has opened up to you and told you how lonely they are, but I have to be strong and remind myself that I can’t look after everyone and give all the time. Ultimately, as harsh as it sounds, if I’m no longer benefitting from a sugar daddy being in my life, then I have to let them go.
As a sugar baby you give a lot to other people, which doesn’t always leave a lot left for yourself. It’s true what they say though, that you need to fill your own cup before you fill other peoples. So, on that note, I’m going to sit in the sun and enjoy a nice cup of tea; and leave my phone inside.
1) Research the restaurant and dress appropriately: you may be a hooker, but you don’t have to look like one. If in doubt, ask your sugar daddy whether he has any preferences. I have some that prefer me to dress conservatively in public, whilst others the complete opposite…
2) Don’t order anything that’s going to be messy or difficult to eat. I love langoustines, but don’t really want to be fiddling around with my food, so usually stick to something that arrives ready to eat. If you don’t like your food looking at you then maybe avoid the fish, you never know when it’s going to come complete with a head…. I’ve never been served chicken with its head still attached (just saying).
3) Avoid eating anything too heavy or filling, especially if you’re going to be getting naked and having sex afterwards; feeling full and bloated is not going to help get you in the mood, so try and keep it light.
4) Pace your drinking with your sugar daddy. You can drink less, or drink slower, but not more or faster! They may be trying to get you drunk, but you don’t want to be plastered; being paralytic is not a good look.
5) Don’t flirt with or eye up other men! Yes, you may be sat opposite some fat, balding 70-year-old, and the waiter is your dream guy, but he isn’t the one paying for your company. Your sugar daddy should be the only one you have eyes for.
6) Don’t wear shoes you can’t walk in ( general advice really); you’ll just look like an idiot. Plus, you never know when you might need to make a quick exit.
7) If you’re somewhere really fancy and you’re not sure what to do or how to behave, watch those around you and mimic them. In certain places you are expected to act a certain way; don’t embarrass yourself by getting it wrong. Read the room and act accordingly.
8) Always have some interesting topics of conversation or amusing stories at the ready. If you don’t know what to say, ask your sugar daddy questions about their successes in life or about something that you know they’re proud of. People love talking about themselves, and having a captive audience. If you’re lucky and ask the right questions, you won’t need to say much at all.
9. Don’t be tempted to look at the bill when it arrives. Yes, you may want to see how much your sugar daddy is spending on you, and how much your meal has cost; but it’s not classy to ask and you don’t need to know. You’re sugar daddy will take care of it; and it doesn’t matter how much it is because you’re worth every penny!
10. Finally, don’t forget to show your sugar daddy that you appreciate being taken out and treated to the finer things in life; a little gratitude does a long way. Most sugar daddies get a lot of pleasure from knowing that they are making you happy, so let them know when they’re doing a good job.
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