Rules of dating a sugar daddy
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I have written it largely to explore the reactions of a straight older male on encountering a sissy for the first time. She had very short brunette hair with muted red streaks artfully mussed up on the top of her head, and short ragged bangs spiking down over her broad forehead.
Authors Note: This is my first attempt at a story in this category. Part One: Tory Buckingham "I guess you must think very poorly of me," she said, as she stepped out of her heels. With her big brown eyes, fine delicate features, and little button nose all dusted with freckles, she was the cutest thing I'd ever seen in my entire life.
She was wearing some kind of school uniform, well, a school girl costume is more like it.
You know, short black skirt, those black stockings that come just over the knee, and a wide striped tie done loosely around the open collar of a stiff white blouse.
They're looking for something money can't buy." "Love? "The kind of love that a daddy has for his special little girl." "Who wants to fuck her," I added tightly. The whole concept was more than a little obscene to me, and it bothered me how much it turned me on. "Okay, so you're telling me that all of this young stuff in here is looking to get pampered, and fucked?
" "Oh ya, definitely fucked." I hadn't see Mac since Kandahar, but we'd been good buddies.
"You should be spanked." I tried to make it sound like an assertion rather than a question. "You naughty little slut," I replied trying to feign anger. Far fucking out, right," Mac replied slapping me on the back.
"On my bare bum, it's what I deserve," she replied evenly, her head coming up, her eyes locking on mine, a smile quivering on her soft pink lips. "Now get your skirt off." And Jesus, she actually started to do it. The place looked like a cross between a seventies high end steak house and an old Vegas nightclub, with plush semi-circular booths, a long mirror backed bar, and deep dark carpeting.
The 25-year-old London “lady of leisure” rarely gets up before noon and spends her days primping, shopping at elegant department stores and lunching with friends.
“I go to Harvey Nichols and Harrods usually once a day. Once every week I buy a new handbag,” Toon told Barcroft Media.
"And that's what you'll get you naughty little thing," I declared. I'd never said anything like that in my life, and if anyone who knew me had heard me say it they would have split a gut. Weird night, but all in all I felt it was going pretty well. It was a dimly lit interior of dark wood and burgundy leather, all that was missing was a thick cloud of cigar smoke to make me feel as if I'd stepped back in time.
But it wasn't the décor that had surprised me, it was the clientele.
Toon — who calls herself a sugar baby — just can’t imagine a life without decadent things provided by a rich older boyfriend.