Tossing out the line and reeling in..

I became a Sugar probably a bit too early in life. I should of went to University hooked myself a nice basketball player or even football player. Maybe even a smart boy... or a boy that’s dumb as bricks. However, I read about Sugar daddies when I was VERY young. My older sister always suggested I move up in the ranks of dating. Huh? She was promoting this life style. Why? Oh my dear sister dated “up” herself.
Then before I entered my first year in University I hooked my first daddy. He wasn’t much older than I he simply had made his money easily. He came from a well off family and got into law. He was 36, Handsome in the nerdy short of way with very high cheek bones and absolutely irresistible lips. We had our fun together for about 6 months when I decided ending things was for the best. To be honest this wasn’t your average Sugar Daddy/Baby relationship as I found this man to be beautiful inside and out.
How did I hook such a man? I’m really not sure. We met at one of the 25 + Night clubs that let’s all us teeny boppers in if we look the part (Meaning totally do-able.) He asked for my number and I cautiously handed over my cell phone number. After that night I forgot about the gourgous man and moved on with my life. I was preparing for University...who had time to think about a mysterious man who you met at a club. Four day later I get a call from “Unknown Caller”. Unknown Caller turns out to be mystery man and we talk for 45 mins. He asks if it would be OK for him to take me to dinner (again I agree but with great caution..)
To skip the nitty gritty. Our date went very well... In fact I swear to god Fireworks went off. We met at 5:30 for dinner and a very nice restaurant in the “Hip and cool” sector of our city. We talked until the sun went down, and our neighbouring guests had long left. We talked for hours... Then we went for a walk in which we talked until our feet hurt and there was nothing open not even a movie theatre. This is how our “relationship” started.

This is how most of our dates went for the next month. Dinner accompanied by long intimate talks and then endless walks for dessert. He brought out the intellectual side of me while I brought out the kid in the candy store in him. It was rather romantic and as time went on he started picking me up at school, giving flower, Chocolates and beautiful gifts, we then began going over to his place, or going to the spa (per my request,) movies, shopping etc.

Then one day love budded without warning. I must confess.. I have never been in love. Not then... and not now. Ironically enough our “love affair” ended when love became an actual factor.

Call me 'Sugar'

I. Am. A. Sugar Baby.

Now some may as what exactly is a "Sugar baby"?

To a lot of people this term may mean a lot of things. On one side of the spectrum it could mean a "hooker" or "Golddigger". These terms are incorrect and improperly placed stereotypes.

A whore is someone who has sex in exchange for money. A pure and simple exchange of physical release and cold hard cash.

A gold digger is a woman who perpetually marries into money to assure her financial well being... Isn't that what a sugar baby does? No. Not really. No way...no how. Some women may end up marrying their sugar daddy but...rare. A Gold digger usually depends on her looks and sack skills to gain...the love, companionship and trust of ANY man who's worth a lot of money. Not what we do.

So, what is a Sugar baby then?

We're women. Who satisfy a mans need for companionship and offer to enhance his life.
A woman who's attractive in the eyes of her sugar daddy. A woman who offers intelligence, companionship, conversation, friendship and if wanted by the sugar baby SEX. However, these relationships are usually based on emotional connection (Yes, friendships! Hard to believe but yes.)


So who am I?
You may call me Sugar.