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  • Sugar Baby FAQs

    Whenever I meet someone and tell them I’m a sugar baby, they naturally have questions; which often include… 

    What is a sugar baby?  

    Typically, a sugar baby is a woman who spends time with men (usually older men) for financial support, money, mentorship or gifts. The arrangements vary but are always ‘mutually beneficial’; and whilst some sugar babies have just one sugar daddy, others like me are greedy and have several.  

    Physical intimacy is often involved, but not always, sometimes it’s just company and companionship that men are after (or so I’m told anyway). I happen to be physically intimate with all the men I’m involved with, but that doesn’t always mean sex, sometimes it’s holding hands and kissing; although most of my men like to fuck me if they can (because why wouldn’t they?).  

    As a sugar baby I consider myself to be a sex worker, as I have sex with men for money; however it’s so much more than just spreading my legs and letting men fuck me, I’m also a friend, a confidant, a therapist and whatever else they want to pay me to be…  

    How did you get into this type of work?  

    A combination of curiosity and red wine, with a little horniness and boredom thrown in. I’d heard about sugar babies and thought it would be a good way to meet interesting people and make a bit of money. I’d been in relationships with older men and enjoyed their company, I’m also someone who enjoys or ‘needs’ a lot of sex and appreciates male attention, and not adverse to a one-night stand. So, I made a profile to see what would happen, and the rest as they say is history.   

    Is being a sugar baby legal?  

    Yes, being paid for sex is legal in the UK, running a brothel or soliciting on street corners is not. Whilst being a sex worker may not be considered the most respectable profession, or a ‘real job’ by many, it’s perfectly legal and above board. 

    Where do you find your sugar daddies?  

    I have profiles on three online sites where sugar daddies and sugar babies connect. There are lots of sites if you just look; however, whilst some are transparent about what they are, others are less so… so you have to do your homework. You soon figure out which sites work best and how to weed out the serious sugar daddies from the time wasters (of which there are many).   

    How much do you charge?  

    People like to ask this question and are often surprised by the answer. It’s maybe not as much as you think, but I’m fairly confident that what I’m charging is the going rate for what I offer and where I am (geographically speaking).

    My current rates are £250 for an afternoon or evening session, and £300/£350 for overnight. I’m sure I could charge more if I were in London, or 10 years younger and a stone lighter, but I’m happy with what I charge, and like to think I’m good value for money; I certainly haven’t had any complaints… 

    Do you pay tax?  

    This is often the follow up to how much do you charge, but is normally phrased as ‘yeah, but you don’t pay tax on that, do you’, like I’m somehow above (or below) such things; which really annoys me. I’m sure lots of women doing this sort of thing don’t, but as this is my only source of income, and my only job, yeah, I declare my earnings and pay tax just like everyone else. I’m classed as self-employed, so complete a tax return and begrudgingly pay a shitload of my hard-earned money to HMRC.

    As someone who may one day want to borrow money or take out a mortgage, it’s in my interest to declare my income and play by the rules; plus, I wouldn’t last two minutes in prison.    

    Do your family know what you do, and what do they think about it?  

    Yes, my immediate family know, and the reactions have been mixed. I managed not to tell them for a few years, however once I went ‘full-time’ as a sugar baby it became harder to keep it a secret. I decided that I’d rather they hate me for being a sex worker then think I was an unemployed, lazy, good-for-nothing bum (I’m vain like that).

    My Mum was upset, even more so when I told her that I was writing a book about it, and said that it made her feel sick (we’re very different people). My Dad doesn’t really understand what the hell it is I do (despite me telling him), or what my book is about; as for blogging, he’s no idea what that is; which is probably just as well, as I’m sure he wouldn’t approve either. Don’t worry, I’m used to disappointing my parents, and was fully prepared for them to disown me, so the fact that they haven’t (yet) is a real bonus. 

    My teenage daughter is accepting of what I do, it doesn’t bother her that her Mum’s a sex worker; I guess for her it’s kind of normal now. I spare her the gory details, as no-one wants to hear about their parent’s sex life, but I’m honest with her, and open to answering any questions she may have. She loves the fact that I’m writing a book and representing an over-looked demographic; we’re all about diversity and inclusion and being who we want to be; it’s kind of our thing. 

    Do you worry about your safety?  

    Occasionally, but probably not as much as I should. I’ve never felt threatened or scared whilst working, but I’m one of those people who refuses to be ruled by fear and someone who’s prone to being reckless on occasions anyway. Maybe that makes me hedonistic and irresponsible, but oh well, no-ones perfect.

    Most of the men I work with are normal, decent people, who wouldn’t hurt me (not without my consent anyway). I’m selective about who I see though, and so far, have done a pretty good job of avoiding the less desirable characters on these sites; Trust me, I say “no” far more then I say “yes”. 

    Have you had any bad experiences?  

    I’m a firm believer that experiences are what you make of them, whether they’re ‘bad’ or not depends on how you choose to frame them. I’ve had plenty of less enjoyable experiences, but none that I would consider ‘bad’. Something going wrong is a ‘learning experience’, a disastrous date is just a funny story for another day etc. When things aren’t so good, or not going so well, I’m just grateful that it gives me something to write about; you can’t have the highs without the lows.

    Not all the guys I see are going to be ‘my cup of tea’, and I accept that; I spend time with men who annoy me, frustrate me, bore me etc, but ultimately, I’m choosing to work with them and could choose not to if I wanted.   

    How do you have sex with men you don’t fancy?  

    Quite easily actually. The fact that I’m being paid helps tremendously though, as it makes me feel sexy and desirable. I try to find something that I like about the other person, even just something small that I can focus on; it helps keep me present, and everyone has at least one redeeming feature or characteristic. If all else fails, I just close my eyes and think of the money or imagine I’m fucking someone else.

    Ugly men are often surprisingly good in bed though… 

    What about romantic relationships? How does that work with your job?   

    The answer to that is it doesn’t, or not for me anyway; I’ve never juggled the two. Other sugar babies do it, I know of sugar babies who are married or in open relationships, but I’m not sure that’s my style. I don’t think I’d want to be in a relationship whilst having sex with other men; I certainly wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with a guy who was fucking other women…  

    When I first started doing sugar baby work, I wasn’t interested in being in a relationship, so it wasn’t an issue. Nearly four years later, I sometimes think it would be nice to have someone special in my life, but I can’t see that happening whilst things are as they are. Sometimes we make sacrifices for our jobs (careers), I guess this is mine. 

    If you have any questions, just write them in the comments, and maybe I’ll do a FAQ part 2.  

    Emily-Rose xxx 

    For the full story as to how I became a sugar baby, check out this blog. 

  • Going self-employed

    Once I realised that I could make money from being a sugar baby and do so consistently, I also realised that I’d have to register as self-employed and declare my earnings to HMRC. I’m a good girl after all and believe in contributing to society and paying taxes, plus I had a lot of cash which I needed to pay into the bank. I put it off for as long as possible though, as I do with anything important; it was on my to-do list but never got done.  

    By the time I got my act together I’d missed the deadline for one tax year and was worried about being fined. I’d put it off because I wanted to make sure I was claiming all the expenses I could; but weren’t exactly sure what these were and how to find out. Whilst I appreciate the need to pay taxes, I wasn’t going to pay more then needed; I work too hard to be fucked by the government, I may be a whore, but not for them…  

    Anyway, I had questions about ‘use of home’ etc, so reluctantly decided to seek professional advice. A friend recommended a local accountancy firm that could offer me some, so when I couldn’t put it off any longer, I picked up the phone to ask for help. 

    I wasn’t sure what I was going to say but decided that honesty was the best policy. Putting on my best phone voice, I explained to the receptionist that I was a newly registered sole-trader and needed some advice re my first year’s tax return. She asked the question I knew she would ask, but hadn’t prepared for, which was “what sort of business are you running”.  

    I wasn’t sure what to say, so mumbled something about being a sugar baby, and hoped she wouldn’t ask me to elaborate. Thankfully, she was very professional and didn’t skip a beat; as if what I’d said was perfectly normal, and something she came across all the time. She said she’d pass on my details to the partner who dealt with new businesses, who’d email to arrange a meeting. She mentioned that it wouldn’t be for a few days as he was quite busy; yet first thing the next morning I received an email inviting me in for a face-to-face consultation. Curiosity got the better of him I think; amazing how you can clear your diary when you want to… 

    Having experience in accountancy, I’d already itemised every business-related expense onto a spreadsheet, each entry cross-referenced to my bank statements; every sex toy, bottle of lube, STI test kit and item of sexy underwear. Anything I’d purchased over the previous 15 months that could be considered a business expense was included. I’d also listed all my income; everything made through OnlyFans, nude modelling and my sugar baby work. I sent over a copy for him to check out ahead of our meeting, hoping that he’d be impressed by my beautiful presentation and meticulous record keeping; which of course he was (I’m an accountant’s wet dream).  

    I also did my homework on him, checking out the firm’s website and doing some online investigating/ light stalking. Never one to miss an opportunity, I wanted to check whether he was my target demographic; you never know where you might find your next sugar daddy. Unfortunately, he was young, wearing a wedding ring, and far too attractive to need to pay for sex. I dressed up anyway, aiming for ‘successful businesswoman with her shit together, who’d hitch up her skirt and let you fuck her over the desk if you asked nicely’; a look I totally nailed. 

    He obviously knew very little about the world of sugar babies and escorts, so naturally had lots of questions. He was keen to find out what I meant by ‘services rendered’, and what exactly I did as a sugar baby. I was blunt (as always) and told him that the money I received was payment for my company and my body (sex); which made him look uncomfortable and prompted the question as to whether that was even legal. I assured him that it was, after all, I wouldn’t be seeking professional advice if what I was doing was illegal…  

    To clarify, prostitution is legal in the UK, it’s perfectly legal to pay someone for sexual services; what isn’t legal is running a brothel or soliciting on street corners, which I don’t do (well not intentionally anyway). 

     Once we cleared that up, he was actually very helpful and reassured me that I didn’t need an accountant, I was perfectly capable of doing it myself. Being a small business, I could claim a flat £1,000 in business expenses without needing to itemise or keep records of any of my outgoings. Claiming anything else would be more hassle than it was worth and could leave me open to some awkward questions from HMRC; and the last thing I needed was them sniffing around asking me to prove that my sex toys etc are used exclusively for the business, because obviously they’re not… 

    As promised, the process of filing my return was fairly straight forward, although I guess it has to be. The only difficult part was deciding what to state as my occupation, how to sum up what I did in one word. In the end, I went with ‘escort’, although I could have put something more ‘socially acceptable’. Putting escort seemed funny though, and a middle finger up to society; I’m not ashamed of what I do, so fuck it. 

    Over the last few years, I’ve discovered that I enjoy being self-employed. Yes, there are disadvantages; If I’m ill I can’t work and earn money, and if something happens then it’s up to me to deal with it etc. Some months can be unpredictable, but there’s something about living on the edge that appeals to me, knowing that whether I fail or succeed is down to me; being in control over where, when and how I work, and how much I feel like working that week. I get a thrill from chasing money and pushing myself to earn as much as I can; I find it exciting.  

    I’m careful with my money though, and have some savings; so, if I’m tired and rundown, I can take some time off without worrying too much. Maybe if I didn’t, and I was living hand to mouth each month, I wouldn’t find it so exciting.  

    Anyway, having been self-employed for a while now, I struggle to imagine being employed; having to be at work at a certain time, and being told what to do etc, working my ass off to make someone else lots of money… (fuck that). Obviously, this may change, as I may go back into employment one day; but it would need to be somewhere flexible, doing something I believe in which benefits society. I’d also want to be work for a company that’s passionate about what they do, values their employees and isn’t just about making money; which let’s face it, narrows it down considerably. 

    I guess you might be wondering how much money I make; the answer to which is not as much as you might think, and not as much as many of you reading this. Having said that, I only work a few nights a week and the odd afternoon: eating, drinking, fucking, and generally having a good time, and am free to do whatever for the rest of the week; hence how I have time to write….  

    I earn more being self-employed then I did working for other people though, but then I never stuck at anything, so never made it up the ‘corporate ladder’ anywhere; I always got bored and restless.   

    Hopefully I can continue to work for myself for a while yet, as I much prefer working with people than for them. 

    Emily-Rose xxx