Sugar and Spice

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  • Pubic Hair

    I didn’t realize how controversial (borderline offensive) pubic hair could be until I became a sex worker; it seems to be something that everyone has an opinion on though. 

    I personally don’t mind having pubes, left to my own devices I’ll leave them grow, and just trim them back when they get annoying or unruly; I certainly don’t feel the need to be clean shaven or even that tidy down there most of the time. However, as a sugar baby I have to consider my sugar daddies and what they want. Obviously, if the guy I’m seeing tonight wants a hair free pussy but the guy I’m seeing tomorrow prefers the natural look, then one of them is going to be disappointed; however, I try to accommodate their preferences when and where I can. 

    Before meeting me, sugar daddies will often ask what the situation is ‘down there’, as it’s clearly important to them. Most of the guys I see prefer a shaven pussy or a tidy landing strip, not many men want the natural look….  

    I personally blame the porn industry for this; men (especially younger men) being so used to seeing hairless or neatly trimmed pussies that they’ve become accustomed to this look and find the ‘au naturel’ look unattractive. Or maybe it’s just women like me who work in the sex industry that are expected to look a certain way…either way, it’s a pain in the ass.    

    One guy I met up with insisted that I be completely hairless down there (and everywhere else on my body) as he considered pubic hair to be unhygienic. He mentioned several times how disgusting pubic hair was, and how important it was for me to be completely hair free.  

    Now, I don’t mind guys having a preference, we all have preferences, but this guy was being obsessive about it, and I had to reassure him several times that I’d be ‘clean’ for him. 

    I don’t think he was that intelligent, so I wasn’t going to argue about it or point out that pubic hair is perfectly natural and not disgusting or unhygienic; I just got my razor out and dutifully did what I was told (as a sugar baby you have to pick your battles).  

    It pissed me off that I was being made to feel almost ashamed about something perfectly natural though, like I was in some way disgusting; unclean and unshaven. I was so annoyed by his ignorance that I did some research into pubes and why we have them, in case he kept going on about it and I needed to defend myself. 

    Anyway, it turns out that pubic hair serves many important functions, which is obvious when you think about it, as otherwise we wouldn’t have it. 

    Firstly, pubic hair acts as a barrier, trapping sweat, oils and bacteria that can cause irritation or infection, and can prevent the transmission of bacteria and other pathogens during sex. As well as protecting us (to some extent) against sexually transmitted infections, having pubic hair can also reduce the risk of UTIs, vaginitis and yeast infections (something for us ladies to consider). The sebaceous glands connected to the hair follicles also produce an oily substance that moisturizes our skin and protects it from bacterial and fungal infections. 

    As well as all this, pubic hair traps pheromones (which help us attract a mate); and reduces friction between our genitals during sex, and our clothing when we’re dressed. 

    So, as long as you wash regularly (and thoroughly), then having pubic hair is not disgusting or unhygienic; quite the opposite. 

    On the other hand, removing our pubes can result in skin irritation, redness and itching, as well as ingrown hairs; and increases the risk of infections and STIs, especially if you’ve managed to cut yourself in the process.  

    Then of course there’s the time, cost and energy that goes into doing all of this and maintaining the ‘hair free’ look, honestly, I don’t know why we bother… 

    Actually, I know exactly why we bother, it’s because the beauty industry makes us feel unattractive (or not good enough) in our natural state in order to sell us expensive and unnecessary products to make us feel better. Another example of our capitalist (patriarchal) society creating and then profiting from our insecurities (and vanity). 

    Anyway, I personally didn’t have much experience with going completely hairless until I became involved with a dominant sugar daddy who insisted I be perfectly smooth whenever we met; and would inspect my pussy to check I’d done the job properly. I’d be punished if I wasn’t up to his (very high) standards, so I had to seriously up my game, investing in an expensive razor, moisturizing cream and after care oil in order to avoid the dreaded razor burn and annoying ingrown hairs.  

    Fortunately, my arrangement with that particular sugar daddy didn’t last long, so I was able to relax my standards again, and not continuously obsess over my pubic hair. 

    As with a lot of these things, as soon as the pendulum swings too far in one direction it’s faced with resistance and swings back the other way. We’re seeing this in the younger generation and their resolve not to give in to societal and cultural pressure to shave everything, but to embrace (and even celebrate) their natural body hair.  

    I’d love to be able to join the movement and not worry about my own body hair, however whilst I’m a sugar baby and working with men who expect me to look a certain way, I feel under some pressure to conform. Although, having to shave every now and then to keep men happy is a small price to pay for doing a job I love, so I don’t mind. 

    Men obviously shave their pubes for ‘hygiene’ reasons too, although we all know it’s actually to make their cocks look bigger; like that’s fooling anyone… 

    Obviously, I’m not going to dictate what my men do down there, but I actually prefer the natural look, or at least a trimmed down version. For me, pubic hair is preferable to red pimple covered skin, which is often what I’m presented with when I go down on a man. 

    Hopefully this blog has been insightful, and you’ve learnt something… I guess the important message I want to get across is that you should do whatever you feel comfortable doing and not let society (or men) dictate how you wear your pubic hair. And if someone does try to shame you into shaving or waxing your pubes because they think it’s unhygienic, tell them they’re wrong (or better still, direct them to this blog); if they still insist on it then tell them to do one. Noone has the right to make you feel bad about your body or force you to change anything about the way you look. 

     Your hairy(ish) godmother, 

    Emily-Rose xxx 

  • Jealous and possessive sugar daddies

    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.  

    Emily-Rose xxx 

  • Orgasm inequality

    Orgasm inequality is a term I’ve come across (or not haha) a few times recently; another inequality to add to the list… Yay! It’s definitely a thing though, and something I experience regularly in both my personal life and as a sugar baby. 

    If you don’t know what orgasm inequality is, it’s a term used to describe the disparity in sexual satisfaction (or orgasming) during sexual encounters between straight men and women; the ‘orgasm gap’ so to speak. Straight men orgasming far more frequently than straight women during their sexual encounters.    

    Unfortunately, the majority of my sugar daddies don’t make me come, most don’t even get close. My sexual interactions with them are focused on them getting their needs met; which is fine as to be honest I wouldn’t want to come with most of them anyway, I can do that in my own time. My orgasms don’t pay the bills, theirs do… 

    Having said that, it’s nice when I do come across (excuse the pun) a sugar daddy who can fully satisfy me. I have a few regulars at the moment who know exactly what they’re doing and how to make me climax; which is a real bonus.  

    Obviously both men and women enjoy a good orgasm, so why is orgasm inequality a thing? Why aren’t women getting their needs met in the bedroom? 

    I think there are several reasons for this, maybe the most obvious being that women rarely orgasm through penetrative sex alone, most need direct clitoral or g-spot stimulation, or at the very least some decent foreplay before penetrative sex. Therefore, if you’re having a quicky, whilst the man will come, the woman is often left feeling frustrated. 

    Rather annoyingly, when men become sexually aroused, which seems to happen at the drop of a hat (or some panties) they’re driven to get their cock into somewhere (or something) warm and wet; once they’ve done this and shot their load, they’ve little motivation for anything else. As far as they’re concerned, they’ve reached the finish line, and ‘sexy time’ is over; if you haven’t climaxed during this time, you’re out of luck…  

    Whilst some men are conscious about a woman’s need for stimulation and will focus on giving pleasure before getting their end away, others seem to think that a quick fingering before entering with their cock is sufficient, which it really isn’t.  

    I’d love to say that this is because men are selfish arseholes who only care about their own needs, but I don’t believe that’s true (not of all of them anyway); in many cases I think they just don’t know any better. Men can be quite naive when it comes to what woman want and need in the bedroom, and it’s this lack of awareness and education around female sensuality and sexuality that’s often the issue. 

    To be fair on men, us women can be complicated when it comes to our orgasms; hampered by the fact that our erogenous zones are hidden away. Let’s face it, you can’t exactly miss an erect penis, but the clitoris and g-spot are slightly more elusive.  

    It can also take time for a woman’s orgasm to build, and most women need to feel comfortable and in the right place mentally before they can fully let go and experience an orgasm. Add this to the fact that all women like to be touched and achieve orgasm differently, and it’s no wonder men are struggling (and often just give up).  

    Women can feel self-conscious about the fact that their orgasms are not easily achieved, or in some situations not going to happen at all, and therefore resort to ‘faking it’ in order to take the pressure of themselves or their partner. I’ve been guilty of doing this on numerous occasions; I’ve faked orgasms because it’s easier than admitting to not having had one. I’ve also been guilty of letting men think I’ve come in order to protect their egos (I’m really good at faking it); but what are you supposed to say when a guy says ‘wow, you came so many times’ or asks how many times you climaxed… If it’s someone who’s paying me, or it’s a one-off thing then what’s the point in being honest and hurting their feelings; sometimes it’s easier just to lie. 

    Trouble is, by being dishonest, or disingenuous about our orgasms (or lack of), we aren’t helping the situation. Men can hardly remedy a problem they don’t know exists. How are men expected to learn how to satisfy us if we don’t speak up about what we need and let them know that our needs are not being met.   

    The traditional role of women as ‘care givers’, and nurturers has resulted in women being less likely to speak up about what they want in the bedroom though (and elsewhere for that matter) as it feels somehow selfish. We’ve been conditioned into believing that sex is about men ‘needing’ a physical release, and that our needs are somehow less important.  

    Indeed, if we think of sex as the means to reproduce and create new life, it’s essential for the man to orgasm and ejaculate, to release the sperm that will fertilize the egg. At no point does a woman need to orgasm in order to become pregnant. From a reproductive perspective therefore, the female orgasm is irrelevant… a nice to have rather than a necessity. Men’s orgasms are essential for the survival of the species, women’s are not… but that shouldn’t mean they get overlooked; especially when most of us, most of the time are having sex for pleasure rather than to reproduce anyway… 

    Throughout history, women’s needs have been chronically overlooked though, it’s only relatively recently (historically speaking) that female self-autonomy and empowerment have even been a thing. Our traditional patriarchal society has encouraged women to please and be pleasing to men in the bedroom (and out of it), leading to men (straight men anyway) becoming complacent and in some cases quite selfish. 

    I’ve certainly felt the need to please men in the bedroom, felt under pressure to make them come, and endeavored to do so regardless as to whether I’ve been enjoying the experience or not; I’m not sure I can say the same for any of the men I’ve been with though. When I go to bed with a man, I know he’s expecting an orgasm, so if that doesn’t happen, I can’t help but feel I’ve somehow failed at my job. Men can get quite sulky when they don’t get their ‘happy ending’…. 

    A lot of my brief personal encounters (one night’s stands etc) have been very similar to my encounters with my sugar daddies (i.e. they’ve come and I haven’t). My long-term relationships have been different though as I’ve not been afraid to ask for what I want and need; and both my significant others have been more than happy to make me come first when asked (yes, I trained them well). Even then, I didn’t request or expect to come every time we had sex, there were plenty of occasions where they came and I didn’t, because I can enjoy sex without having an orgasm, it’s not the be all and end all for me; and to be honest sometimes I’m not in the mood or just can’t be bothered. 

    We all know that honesty and communication are vital components in a relationship, but it’s especially important in the bedroom. If you’re harbouring resentment towards your partner for not meeting your needs or fulfilling you sexually, you need to ask yourself whether you’ve communicated this and given them the chance to put it right. So many women in long-term relationships are having unsatisfactory sex, I mean how many women are with men who don’t know how to give them pleasure? It’s no wonder women get bored of sex and see it as a chore.  

    As a woman it’s important to speak up about what you need, and remember that it’s ok to receive pleasure, it doesn’t make you selfish; we are not accessories in the bedroom or merely objects in which to come (they can get a sex doll if they want that). It’s up to us to take ownership over our bodies and ensure that we are getting the most from our sexual encounters; if men are being selfish then we need to call them out on it, if men don’t know what they are doing then we need to teach them, it’s no good bitching about it behind their backs, we need to be proactive if we want change.  

    Yes, it sucks that women have to fight for their orgasms, but then we’ve had to fight for everything else… If we’re going to fuck the patriarchy though, we might as well get as much enjoyment from it as possible. 

    To the men reading this, I hope this blog has made you think about your behaviour in the bedroom and inspired you to do better. I know you’re not all selfish lovers, but many of you are and unfortunately need reminding that sex isn’t all about you getting your end away.  

    If you don’t know what you’re doing or what your partner needs, don’t be afraid to ask. If we work together then maybe we can start to bridge the gap.  

    Emily-Rose xxx 

    For tips on how to make a woman come, check out this blog…

    Top tips on how to get a woman to orgasm (or at least this woman) 

  • The farmer and his whore

    Being only in his forties, Kevin is one of my younger sugar daddies, and of all the men I see, the most ‘wham, bam, thank you mam’. There’s no wining and dining or romancing here, he knows exactly what he wants and doesn’t waste any time getting it. 

    He’ll normally call in on his way back from work; dressed in a shirt and tie, smelling of coffee, and desperate for a wee… typical salesman. He sells farm machinery and has his own small holding.  

    He knows my dad, which isn’t surprising as everyone in the farming community in Cornwall knows each other. He’d never say anything though, I mean, how would that conversation even go, “oh by the way, I know your daughter, yeah I pay her for sex”, I don’t think so…  

    The moment Kevin sees my naked body, his cock is rock solid and he’s ready to go. He makes me kneel down in front of him so he can ram his hard cock down my throat. He doesn’t care how much I gag or choke, he’s got a big cock and makes me take it all. Sometimes he’ll throw me on my back on the bed, with my head tilted over the edge so he can stand over me and push his cock straight down my throat. I can feel my throat pop as he pushes his cock all the way in; there’s no way to breathe, and it makes your eyes water. When I can’t take anymore, he’ll turn me over on all fours and fuck me from behind, pushing my face down into the bed and pounding me hard.  

    I have a full-length mirror in my bedroom, so sometimes he’ll get me to stand facing away from him, spreading my legs slightly, bending over to touch the floor so that he can fuck me from behind whilst watching himself in the mirror.  

    If you’ve ever tried this position, you know it’s not easy to maintain and eventually (if you’re unfit like me) your legs give out and you end up on the floor. I did this with a guy one night when I was pissed and hit my head on the kitchen floor; I swear I had concussion for weeks afterwards.  

    Unlike most men who need time to recover after coming, Kevin can just keep going. His record with me is four times in one session; he’s a fucking machine (literally).  

    One day he messaged to say that he was coming over to spunk in each of my holes (mouth, vagina and ass, in case you were thinking anything else). His cock is on the big side for anal, so I don’t let him fuck me up the ass every time we meet; when he does, I know about it afterwards and it takes me a few days to recover.  

    If you’re thinking of going for the ‘holy trilogy’, as I’ve decided to call it, just be careful what order you do it in, you definitely want to pop the brown last is all I’m saying… 

    Kevin is one of my biggest sugar daddies (cock wise), and probably one of the biggest I’ve had (or at least top 10); not just a good length, but girthy with it! I know men can be obsessed with the size of their penises, but believe me, there’s such a thing as too big, and Kevin is bordering on it.  

    When he’s fucking me hard and deep, he’ll say that he can feel my contraceptive coil, which isn’t surprising, I’m sure the end of his cock is smashing into my cervix and trying to penetrate my uterus, which isn’t always a pleasant feeling.  

    Whilst I enjoy sex with Keven, I’m glad my other sugar daddies aren’t so big, my poor vagina would be destroyed (and as for my asshole…)!   

    As well as being dominant in the bedroom, Kevin also enjoys talking dirty, calling me a naughty little slut whilst spanking my ass; getting me to repeat it back to him, whilst telling him how much I want his massive cock. He gets off on hearing about how many men I’m fucking, and how many I fuck bareback, so I play my part and tell him what a filthy whore I am etc. It’s all very boring, but he absolutely loves it….  

    When he can’t see me because he’s either too busy or doesn’t have the money, he likes getting dirty messages about the other men I’m fucking, and I’ll send him sexy photos (of me, not other men) to keep him going. I let Kevin film a few of our sessions, so he can always watch those if he wants to see me sucking cock or being fucked. 

    Kevin seems to be fairly typical when it comes to younger guys and the way they treat sugar babies, in the way he likes to talk dirty and call me names. Yet although he can be rough in the heat of the moment, he’s always a gentleman afterwards and there’s something quite sweet about him. He’s got a vulnerable side, although I can imagine him being a right bastard when he wants to be.  

    Unfortunately, I don’t see Kevin that often, which is a shame since it’s quick and easy, and I don’t have to leave the house; in fact, I don’t even need to get dressed.  He works hard yet is always short on money, having just paid some big bill or another. He’s one of those guys though, it doesn’t matter if I haven’t seen him for ages. We just pick up where we left off…. the farmer and his whore. 

    Emily-Rose xxx

  • Sex and intimacy in older age

    Older people are often overlooked in terms of their need for sexual and physical intimacy. I certainly assumed that people of a certain age no longer desired a physical connection, but as I’ve discovered, that’s not the case. Even if full sex is off the table (or bed), the desire for some kind of ‘fun’ or physical intimacy is often still there; in men anyway (I can’t talk for women). 

    We’re all familiar with the ‘dirty old man’ trope though, and mock older men who lust after younger women; but maybe we’re being unfair. I don’t think these men mean to come across as ‘dirty’, most of them (in my experience anyway) are just sexually frustrated or craving a physical connection; trying to reconnect with something they’ve lost or aren’t ready to let go of yet. I swear that the older men I’m involved with still think they’re randy teenagers and often behave as such; maybe they should know better, but I don’t think they can help it. Men are biologically programmed to be attracted to (and want to reproduce with) young fertile women after all, regardless of their own age… damn evolution. 

    It’s unfortunate when older men are no longer able to access the physical intimacy they need, but sadly it happens all the time; it’s less a case of not being able to ‘get it up’ but having nowhere to put it when they do…. 

    Take one of my sugar daddies in his mid-seventies for example. Whilst he’s living independently, he’s free to see and fuck me whenever he wants, but he’s struggling with his health so moving in with his daughter; which will be the end of our arrangement and his sex life. He can hardly tell his daughter he’s paying me to spend the night with him, she’d be horrified…  which is a shame as although he’s struggling to walk, his penis works fine, and he loves it when I ride him cowgirl style. 

    Someone told me the other day that there was a huge increase in cases of STIs during/after the pandemic in care homes (nothing to do with me, I promise). I’ve no idea whether that’s true or not, but if it is, it highlights the sexual needs of older people; as well as how boring and unstimulating lockdown was.  

    The first question I had on hearing this was ‘who are these horny old people having sex with’? I’d maybe wrongly assumed that older women weren’t as up for it as men, but perhaps I’m wrong (it’s happened before). My second question was ‘how can I get in on the action’… 

    That to one side, if you’re stuck in a care home and want to get your leg over, your options are limited, and I’m guessing that for a lot of people that’s the end of their sex life, and the end of any kind of physical or sexual intimacy. What if you don’t want it to be though? What if you still want and need sex or some kind of sexual stimulation? Shouldn’t that be something you have the right to? Care homes are hardly set up to cater for these needs though.  

    I suspect some men are getting their needs met through their carers, in what is hopefully a consensual agreement, though in some cases possibly not. Maybe some come to an arrangement and provide a service for money; others ‘help out’ because they get pleasure out of it or are sexually attracted to older people. Whatever the case, it’s hardly ideal… but better then nothing.   

    People in care homes don’t have the freedom that comes with living independently but imagine for a moment that they could see a sex worker if they wanted to. That a professional like me could pop in once a month (or week even) to spend time with them and give them what they need, wouldn’t that be great; may not necessarily be something sexual, could just be lying naked together, or being held, whatever it is they need but aren’t getting. It would certainly give them something to look forward to, help reduce loneliness, and I’d even go so far as to say increase not just their quality of life but their life expectancy too. If done properly, it could also reduce the risk of sexual abuse, which is undoubtedly an issue in some care homes. 

    It must be particularly difficult for those who lose their partner late in life, especially if they’ve been together for many years; losing the person they’ve been relying on to provide that physical intimacy and closeness, it must be something they really miss.  

    It’s not ‘the done thing’ to move on too quickly though, it’s seen as somehow disrespectful to the memory of the departed, yet if you’ve been enjoying a physical relationship, why wouldn’t you want to recreate that with someone else? Why shouldn’t someone in their 70s or 80’s be looking for a physical connection? To get back in the saddle and fuck like a randy teen? Are they really expected to spend the rest of their lives in mourning, remaining faithful to the memory of the one they’ve lost, ignoring their own needs.  

    A widower I was involved with certainly experienced this complicated mix of emotions; guilt for wanting to have sex and be physically intimate with someone, whilst at the same time worrying about what people would think if they found out. Feeling ashamed and confused by his desire for physical intimacy, despite it being a natural and understandable reaction. Feeling like he was in some way cheating on his late wife and disrespecting her memory; concerned about what his children would think if they found out.  

    It’s silly to think that you can’t be grieving, whilst also in need of physical intimacy, especially if that’s the very thing you’ve just lost. His involvement with me in no way diminished the love and commitment he had for his wife of 35 years (how could it); it helped him to process his loss though, and showed him that there is life after death (bad choice of words, but you know what I mean). 

    Whilst we talk about loneliness and lack of connection, especially in older people, we don’t discuss the importance of sex and physical intimacy, which are very much connected. Just think of all the endorphins that are released when we’re physically intimate with someone, it doesn’t even have to be a sexual thing; it can just be being held or having skin to skin contact with another human being, these are things we all crave no matter our age.  

    I’ve seen several men in their 70s and would never discriminate based on age. We all deserve to feel wanted and desired, and to feel the warmth of another human being, even if that’s just a hug.  

    I’m doing my bit anyway, one old man at a time…  

    Emily-Rose xxx 

  • Balancing sex and sanity: the mental health impacts of being a sugar baby.

    Being a sugar baby (like any job) can have a negative impact on your mental health, for not only can it be physically draining, but mentally and emotionally draining too. Whilst I enjoy what I do, at times I’ve definitely overextended myself, on a few occasions waking up with one man, seeing another in the afternoon, and going out with a third in the evening; great for the bank balance, but not my mental (or physical) health.  

    As an empathetic introvert (all be it a sociable one), I find it tiring being around people for too long; I’m someone who needs time and space to recover. I give so much of myself to my sugar daddies though, that if I’m not careful I’ve nothing left for myself.  

    Hopefully you realise that I’m not just a sexual outlet for many of my men, but also a confidante, a friend, a therapist etc; and that can be a lot, especially if one of them is going through a tough time. I have sugar daddies who experience anxiety, depression and loneliness, and open up to me because they simply have no one else to talk to; sugar daddies who are grieving or going through marriage breakups who need a sympathetic ear or shoulder to cry on. It’s my job to be strong and provide a safe place where my sugar daddies can talk openly about their feelings and not have to be the ‘stoic man’ society expects them to be; for many of my sugar daddies the ‘pillow talk’ is an essential part of the experience, equally as important as the sex. 

    The sugar baby/ sugar daddy dynamic is an interesting one, being a unique relationship that transcends conventionality. The intimate nature of the relationship requires a certain level of trust and vulnerability from both parties; and the unspoken rule that whatever happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom (unless your sugar baby blogs of course). It’s not surprising then that sugar babies often take on the role of therapist as well as sex buddy.  

    I really enjoy this side of the job though and get a lot of pleasure from making people feel good; whether that’s physically, mentally or emotionally, it doesn’t matter, it’s all connected.  

    When life is good, dealing with other peoples’ problems is easy, however there have been times over the last 4 years when I’ve had my own shit going on, which has been difficult. I’ve lost my job, been through bereavements and had to deal with illness in the family; but I’ve never stopped working.  

    Most of my sugar daddies are understanding, and I can talk to them when things are tough, however they’re not paying to hear my problems, or to spend time with someone who’s feeling sorry for themselves, so I never make a big deal of anything. There’ve been times when I’ve been exhausted and at the end of my tether yet still turned up with a smile on my face, determined to make sure that my sugar daddy has an enjoyable evening, and leaves feeling happy and satisfied.  

    Of course, if things are really bad I can cancel, but it’s very rare that I do so; I don’t like letting people down, plus it’s bad for business. Trust me, there are plenty of other sugar babies just waiting to swoop in and steal my men, so I need to be consistent and reliable.  

    There’s also the fact that if I don’t work, I don’t get paid. I don’t have the luxury of sick pay or compassionate leave, so I just have to suck it up and get on with it. I can afford to take it easy for a week if I need to, but I can’t afford to stop for long or lose too many clients. 

    You have to be thick-skinned to be a sugar baby, as you’re constantly opening yourself up to judgement and critique. Every time I meet a new client there’s the possibility that they won’t like me or will find me unattractive. As a sugar baby you’re selling a product, and that product is yourself; if they don’t like it, it’s difficult not to take it personally. In many ways it’s similar to dating, in that you’re constantly putting yourself out there at the risk of being shot down or rejected, which isn’t always great for your self-esteem.  

    A few of my sugar daddies think it’s ok to make negative comments about my body or appearance, pointing out if I’ve put on weight or I’m looking tired etc, which can be a little insensitive. I don’t always feel confident or attractive, so these comments can get to me if I’m not careful and I have to remind myself of my own worth, and the fact that I am more than just a body. 

    Being a sugar baby can also be quite an isolating and lonely experience, especially, if like me, you don’t know anyone else in the business. I’m guilty of avoiding certain social situations, preferring to keep myself to myself; because I’m avoiding being asked what I do for a living, which is often the first question people ask when you meet. It’s not because I’m particularly embarrassed or ashamed by what I do (as I’m not), but because I can’t be arsed to continuously explain how and why I got into this lifestyle, and deal with all the questions. As a result, I’ve become a bit socially awkward, finding it difficult to open-up and make connections, and have forfeited opportunities to make new friends; which has left me feeling even more isolated and lonely.  

    Working weekends and evenings doesn’t help either, as I often miss out on doing things with friends because I’m busy; in fact, sometimes I’m not even invited, because they just assume I’ll be working. To be fair, I don’t think they realise how lonely I am, they think I’m fine because I’m out with a sugar daddy; but it’s not the same. 

    Even when I’m with friends who know what I do, I find it difficult to talk about it as my life is so different from theirs; unless you’re a sugar baby it’s hard to understand what it’s like. Most of my friends think my job just involves going out and having a good time, they don’t see the other side of it. 

    As someone who’s struggled with depression since a teenager and been diagnosed with a personality disorder (BPD in case you’re wondering), I know how important it is to look after myself and my mental health. It’s especially important when you’re looking after other people; after all, you can’t draw from an empty well.  

    Being a sugar baby allows me to work around my mental health issues and low energy though (a common symptom of depression), and I’m getting better at listening to my body and recognising when I need to take a break and put myself first for a change.  

    I hope it doesn’t sound like I’m moaning about my job, because I love being a sugar baby and am in many ways happier now then I’ve ever been. Nothing in life is ever perfect though, and we all have to take the rough with the smooth.  

    Keep smiling.  

    Emily-Rose xxx  

    P.S I intend to write a separate blog at some point about borderline personality disorder and how that (subconsciously maybe) influenced my decision to become a sugar baby. It’s something that’s not really talked about and something I want to raise awareness of, but that’s for another day.   

  • A risky business…

    It would be irresponsible of me to write about being a sugar baby without writing about some of the ‘not so good’ parts of the job. I’d hate to be accused of glamourising this type of work, because believe me, it’s often anything but… 

    Unfortunately, by its very nature, being a sugar baby is a risky job, but for some reason I am (and always have been) a bit of a risk taker; it’s just the way I am… impulsive and occasionally irresponsible.  

    Whilst I arrange to meet my sugar daddies in a public place, there are times when I’ve only a matter of minutes (or seconds) to decide whether they’re safe or not before I jump into their car, follow them back to their house, or go into a hotel room with them.  

    Whilst I like to think I’m a good judge of character and could defend myself, in reality most of my sugar daddies could overpower me if they wanted to. I’m incredibly lucky that I haven’t been hurt (without consent anyway), been forced into doing anything I haven’t wanted to do or been in a position where I’ve felt physically unsafe; however, I appreciate that I put myself in situations where this could happen.  

    As you know (if you read my blogs) I’ve done things that I wouldn’t want to do again, seen people I haven’t enjoyed spending time with, and been in some unpleasant situations; but thankfully nothing I haven’t been able to handle. There have been times when I’ve had to walk away from men who have been rude and unpleasant though, which whilst difficult, is not something I’m afraid to do. Like any job involving other people, you’re always going to come across the odd asshole (no pun intended). 

    Obviously having sex for a living comes with numerous health risks. Urinary tract infections for example are an occupational hazard when having sex with multiple partners, especially when anal is involved (men aren’t always careful about what they’re sticking where).  

    Sexually transmitted infections are also a huge risk, and whilst I’d like to say I always use protection, that would be a lie. Yes, I know I’m stupid to put my sexual health at risk, but trying to get some men to wear condoms is a real challenge, especially older men who have trouble maintaining an erection. Given the choice I’ll use protection, but I don’t force the issue.  

    I keep tabs on who I’m sleeping with and try to keep it within a closed network; however, being the sexpot I am, I do occasionally slip up (see my blog ‘disaster strikes’).  

    I’m honest with the men I’m involved with, they know I’m having sex with other men and that not all my sugar daddies use protection; if they decide not to, they know the risks. Thankfully it’s a rare occurrence; three STIs in nearly four years isn’t bad going, but probably still three too many! 

    Most of the time I’ll fuck a sugar daddy before taking or checking payment, as I don’t like demanding payment upfront or counting money in front of people (feels yucky). Whilst I’ve never not been paid, I’m always quite relieved when I open the envelope and find it’s full of money and not empty; that would really suck! I don’t know what I’d do if a guy didn’t pay though, I don’t think there’s really anything I could do about it… 

    A lot of my sugar daddies take me out and spend time with me in public, which can be problematic. I’ve been shouted at for being a whore, had people asking whether I’m a prostitute and how much I charge, and been in a situation where my sugar daddy was accused of being a whoremonger.   

    Unfortunately, if I’m out with a much older man it’s obvious what’s going on, and people will pass judgement, that’s just human nature. In general, men seem to be more ok with it then women; who can be quite judgemental and untrusting, like you’re morally corrupt and going to steal their man or something. That or they get jealous and want to put you down; women can be so bitchy. Men on the other hand just see you as a piece of meat, or an easy lay; which isn’t great either, but in many ways easier to deal with. 

    There are still unfortunately people who see women who work in this industry as an expendable commodity though; and believe that because of what we do we don’t deserve respect and should expect (or even tolerate) a certain amount of physical or verbal abuse as just ‘part of the job’. However, whilst it’s true that as a sex worker I’m putting myself in a vulnerable position, just as the men who engage with me are, it doesn’t mean I’m asking to be abused or disrespected, because I assure you, I’m not. 

    If I was abused or assaulted by a client, do I feel like I could go to someone for help without fear of judgement… no, probably not. Which is shit, because if I was doing a more ‘socially acceptable’ job it would be different; as a sex worker I don’t think I’d get the same level of empathy or support though… 

    Unfortunately, sex work has a bad reputation and is greatly misunderstood, most people don’t like to talk about it because it’s seen as dirty or dishonest in some way. Hopefully you can appreciate that sex work isn’t necessarily a ‘dirty’ or ‘shameful’ thing though, it can be done in a dignified and respectful way.  

    Although it is perfectly legal, sex workers are not safeguarded or protected, it’s very much an ‘at your own risk’ sort of job. We’re not given the same support as those who work in other industries, because society doesn’t like to admit that this sort of thing goes on or openly discuss ways to make it safer (as that would be like saying it’s ok). Not only does this put sex workers at risk, but it also puts the men who engage with sex workers at risk too. I’ve heard numerous horror stories from men who have been conned or blackmailed by sex workers but felt powerless to do anything about it; but that’s for another day.  

    To conclude, whilst I obviously enjoy my job (most of the time), I wouldn’t necessarily encourage all women to rush out and become a sugar baby. It’s not a job that would suit everyone, it takes a certain type of person to do this kind of work; which if I’m being totally honest with you, is probably not the kind of person you want to be.  

    For me though the rewards far outweigh the risks, and I can’t imagine doing anything else right now. 

    Till next time, stay safe or stay lucky. 

    Emily-Rose xxx 

    Disaster strikes

  • My Body (keeping it real)

    I’m not sure I look like a ‘typical’ sugar baby but then, what does a typical sugar baby look like?  I’m 5ft 7in and a dress size 12 (UK); I’m not as slim as I used to be, but it is what it is.  

    As you can probably see from my photos, I have thick hair, with a surprizing amount of grey; or silver highlights as I call them. I used to hate my hair growing up, so thick and unruly, but now as I watch other women faffing around with hair extensions and expensive products trying to create volume, I finally appreciate what I’ve got.  

    My eyes are probably my best feature; despite the fact they don’t work very well (I can see fuck all without contact lenses or glasses). I’m not so keen on my masculine (roman) nose, but you can’t have it all. I like my pale complexion and classical looking face; and lean into the ‘English rose’ aesthetic I’ve got going on. I’d be great in one of those Tudor period dramas; in a tightly laced corset, my bosoms heaving, waiting for some rich married man to fuck me and make me his mistress… hmm yes please!  

    Talking of bosoms, I love my breasts; they’re a good handful (36D if you’re interested), and fairly pert. I can still get away without a bra if I need to; although for how much longer I’m not sure… (gravities a bitch). My tummy is soft and rounded, bigger than I’d like, but that’s because I’m lazy and enjoy eating and drinking too much; I have a big slapable ass, strong thighs and long shapely legs. I have stretch marks from being overweight as a teenager, and having a child, but these are faded now, and not as noticeable as they once were. My stretchmarks don’t bother me, I think they’re quite pretty; the cellulite on the back of my thighs on the other hand is not so attractive, but at least I don’t have to look at it.  

    Shall I describe my pussy? I just as well… I can always cut it out later (the description, not my pussy, blimey). Before you ask, no, she doesn’t have a name, I just refer to her as my pussy, or if I’m feeling funny I might call her my money maker, but that sounds a bit crass.  

    You know some girls have neat tucked away pussies that you have to open like a delicate flower, well mine’s not like that; it’s out and proud, like a big old daffodil. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have massive saggy pussy lips or anything, it’s still fairly neat, it’s just a shower, not a grower. I actually think it’s quite pretty, but then I think pussies are, they’re certainly nicer to look at then penises, which just look silly most of the time.  

    My clitoris is easy to find (for most men anyway) and will become erect and stick out when aroused. Despite having had a child, my vagina is in pretty good shape, one advantage of having a baby so young, I guess. It’s still fairly tight (or so I’m told), and men often find it hard to believe I’ve had a child, which is always a nice compliment (shout out to the doctor who sewed me back together afterwards…).  

    If you’re struggling to picture my pussy, here’s a description from one of my sugar daddies, “most pleasant and a bit like a ham roll with an engorged slice of ham peering out from time to time”. Before you say anything, no, I didn’t ask for this, it was just a random message he sent me one day after we’d had sex…  

    Men seem to love my womanly curves, and soft milky skin; my hourglass figure looks classy in figure hugging dresses, and my long legs look good in stockings and suspenders. My body is far from perfect, but it’s the only one I’ve got, and I’m certainly not about to do anything drastic to change it.  

    Growing up I never liked my body or the way I looked, I was bullied quite badly at school, so have had to work hard to love and accept myself (which is still a challenge at times). At the end of the day, I’m not stunning and I’m never going to be, but I’m pretty enough, which is all that matters really. I’ve certainly improved with age, not quite the ugly duckling who turned into a magnificent swan, but the ugly duckling who turned into a pretty enough looking duck (which makes more sense, ducklings don’t turn into swans, that’s impossible).  

    Before you ask, no, I’ve not had any cosmetic surgery (which would be obvious if you ever met me); I don’t do Botox or lip fillers or any shit like that. No-one is putting any needles anywhere near my face, or anywhere else for that matter!  

    I was a proper tomboy growing up; so not very good at all the grooming and pruning that us women are ‘supposed’ to do. I don’t fake tan, nor do I wax or pluck anything, other than this one really annoying hair below my nipple which randomly appeared the other day and keeps coming back, what the fuck…  

    I shave my legs and under arms, and keep my pussy trimmed, but that’s about it; oh, apart from using hair removal cream on my toes, something I’ve been doing since my ex-boyfriend’s daughter asked her dad why his girlfriend had hairy toes… loudly enough for me to hear (aren’t kids great).  

    Sometimes if I haven’t bothered to shave for a while, I pretend I’m one of those women who doesn’t give a fuck, but I’m not really ready to embrace the whole hairy look in public quite yet, and to be honest I don’t think my sugar daddies are either. I’m slightly worried that I’m growing a moustache, but have so far avoided doing anything about it, I’ve a horrible feeling that once I start, I’ll have to keep it up; and I’m not sure I can be bothered at the moment to be honest. I’ll just wait for some innocent child to point it out…   

    As well as attempting to stay smooth and hair free(ish), I usually have painted nails and wear a modest amount of makeup. I don’t get my nails done professionally or anything, I just paint them at home whilst watching tv. Infact, I haven’t even been to a hairdresser for years, I just cut my own hair; I don’t like having people fussing over me! Some of my sugar daddies like me to dress up and have a more glamourous look, whilst others prefer something more understated and natural, so I tailor my look accordingly, or at least attempt to.  

    I don’t scrub up too badly actually, and when I’m all dressed up and out at a fancy restaurant, I love looking and acting like a lady (like a proper lady, not just someone with a vagina). It’s a stark contrast to sitting at home in my PJs, slobbing out on the sofa, watching Netflix, which is often what I’m doing when I’m not working; I’m not very glamourous at home…  

    There are sugar babies out there who are absolutely stunning and look like Victoria Secret models, but I’m not one of them; I’m very much your girl next door. I do own a Victoria Secret handbag, but that’s as close as I’m ever going to get… 

    Who wants to go out with someone unrealistically attractive, who’s too worried about looking perfect to have a good time anyway… 

    Here’s to all us women keeping it real! 

    Emily-Rose XXX 

  • 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. 

    How I came to be a Sugar Baby

  • My French Fancy

    One of my sugar daddies took me to the Moulin Rouge in Paris to celebrate our second anniversary. If you ever get the chance to go, please do, I can’t recommend it enough! It’s everything and more… stunning costumes and choreography, lavish over the top and ridiculously camp musical numbers, gorgeous women with exposed breasts, shapely bums and long legs… I love it! 

    Buzzing after the show we head out in search of a nightcap; passing a nearby strip club. Obviously, I’d never been to a place like this before, but drunk on champagne and super horny, I persuade my sugar daddy to take me in.  

    Inside is dark, and pretty empty; a bar to one side, a stage with a few poles in the middle, and private booths down the other. Two girls wearing just underwear are stood at the bar, and a group of guys are in the corner drinking, apart from that, there’s little else going on.  

    We get our complimentary champagne and sit by the stage, watching in anticipation, for something/ anything to happen. Eventually one of the girls disappears around the back and reappears on stage. Her song comes on, and she does her turn, removing her bra halfway through the routine, dancing topless in just a thong, suspender belt, stockings and heels.  

    Once done, she retrieves her bra, slips it back on and joins the other girl at the bar. At one point a third girl comes out of a private booth with an older gentleman, looking very pleased with himself; they talk and laugh whilst she walks him to the door and says goodnight.  

    After that the three girls take it in turns to work the pole, every 10 minutes or so; hanging out at the bar in-between, waiting for punters.  

    My favourite was the first one we saw, she has dark hair and dark skin, a gorgeous curvy body, and perfect pert breasts. I’m mesmerised every time she gets up to dance and she catches me looking, giving me a saucy smile each time our eyes meet. 

     During one of her breaks, she comes over, gesturing to the two of us and saying something in French; pointing in the direction of the private booths, obviously asking if we want to join her. My French is poor, so I don’t know what she’s saying, but understand that whatever she’s offering, it cost ‘cent Euros’.  

    My sugar daddy’s quick to say no, that we aren’t interested; so giving me a disappointed smile she returns to the bar. I want to go after her and tell her to take me, but instead turn to my sugar daddy, and much to his surprise ask if I can go by myself. I want to treat myself to something in Paris after all, so why not this experience; he can pay and take it off my bill when we get back. Slightly shocked he follows me to the bar, where he pays the ‘cent Euros’, and watches as I’m led by the hand to one of the private booths.  

    I have no idea what to expect, but to be honest I don’t care. I’m thinking there might be a pole, or she’ll give me a lap dance; but I won’t be allowed to touch; isn’t that the rule in these places? 

    The little room is small and separated from the rest of the place by a thick curtain; and there’s no pole, just a curved bouffon type thing. She sits me down and proceeds to lift up my dress and gently stroke between my legs; seeing that I’m enjoying the attention, she removes my knickers and begins to pleasure me with her tongue. She takes off her bra, allowing me to fondle and play with her breasts; and spreads her legs so that I can pull her knickers to one side, and caress her clit. Her breasts are bigger than mine, but feel real, her nipples are different too, larger and more erect; her skin is soft and smooth, and she smells like soap. At one point my fingers tentatively explore her vagina, only to find it blocked with what feels like (but surely isn’t) a champagne cork. Unable to explore any further, I focus on her clit, licking my fingers to make sure they’re nice and wet.  

    I’ve no idea how long we’re in there, it’s impossible to maintain any concept of time in these situations, however once our time’s up, she makes me presentable, before taking me back to my sugar daddy; who’s sitting where I left him, looking a bit anxious and uncomfortable. 

    During our time together we barely speak due to the language barrier (and the fact that her mouth was otherwise engaged) however it’s amazing how much you can communicate without saying a thing. At one point I do ask whether she enjoys her job, like I’m making a fricking Louis Theroux documentary or something. She obviously understood the question, as she said yes, but on reflection what else was she going to say; it was a stupid question. 

    As someone who’s paid for sex and sexual services, I’m glad that I’ve had this experience and been on the other side of things. I may not have realised what I was paying for at the time, but I enjoyed the experience and was happy to give her my money, and my custom. I don’t know her story, or why she’s doing what she’s doing, but I hope she doesn’t hate it and that the men running the place aren’t screwing her over (because undoubtedly, it’s the type of place that’s run by men). 

    My sugar daddy didn’t appreciate the experience so much and was annoyed that I’d gone in without him, which was unfair as he’d been fine about it at the time. He felt left out and had wanted to join us, but hadn’t been brave enough; basically, he fucked up and missed out… sucks to be him! 

    Anyway, he took me back to the Moulin Rouge the following year for my birthday and somehow we ended up in the same strip bar; but that’s a story for another day. 

    Until next time, 

    Emily-Rose xxx 

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