Whoops, I'm getting lazy.

Sorry ladies, I know I haven't been updating as often as I should.

Saw Mr. Nice Tuesday of last week. Had a quick lunch at a tex-mex place and a very nice conversation. He told me that I was the best part of his day, and I blushed. The hotel we went to this time was not nearly as nice as the last one, very 70's and dated, and he apologized over and over for it. His insecurities are so adorable to me - I didn't care, I just wanted to be with him. The sex was great, again. There were times when I wanted to please him, but he wouldn't let me - he told me he got his pleasure from pleasing me, from seeing my face. That was a serious turn-on. We watched some History Channel together, talking and snuggling. That was really, really nice - just to cuddle and have some private-talk time to chat about our families, our jobs, our lives. He told me that he thought that in the near future he would feel comfortable with giving me the whole amount up front each month. I went straight away and bought my rent with the gift he gave me.

Since then we haven't spoken much - he might be traveling, I'm not sure, but I know one of the things he values about our relationship is that we each have our own space, and since I'm having my period this week I'm fine if we have a little time apart.

Yes, I do have a boyfriend as well as a sugardaddy. My SD knows about my BF, but my BF does not know about my SD. It is possible, and it is very satisfying, but you have to be very smart and careful and tactful.

A little sugar anectdote: I was having a really incredibly stressful day yesterday, and I had the thought "God, I wish I could see Mr. Nice." You know, because the good sex and good conversations and awesome backrubs he gives would mellow me out considerably. And I realized, wow, this must be how he feels all the time. He has a very stressful job - he's the boss, so people are always coming to him with problems, and when someone needs to be let go, he has to deal with that drama. So the moral is, sugarbabies, be kind to your daddies. You might be the best part of his day.

Quick update.

Sorry I haven't updated in a little while. Mr. Nice is traveling on business this week so we've planned to meet this coming Tuesday afternoon.

In other news, my beautiful VS linen pants came today, but alas I wasn't here to sign for the package, so I'll have to hope I'll be home Monday after 5 to get it.

Happy friday night sugars! I'm spending it eating veggie pizza with my bf and some friends, then catching up on the rest of the sugar blogs I read.

Spending, compliments of Mr. Nice.

Just a quick update...

Saturday night I went out with friends for an awesome dinner and was able to buy the exact dish I wanted, plus the best dessert ever (rum flavored zabaglione with the freshest blue/blackberries I've ever had), plus leave a 50% tip. All thanks to Mr. Nice's generosity.

Today I did quite a bit of shopping courtesy of Mr. Nice. First I went to the bank and deposited 400 of the 500 he gave me (will be paying bills with that) and then with what was left of the other 100 I went to the store and spent about 25 dollars on food for dinner (including some excellent quality steak) and a few things I needed around the apartment - boring but necessary things like dishwashing detergent and new scouring pads. Also bought some triple chocolate frozen yogurt - my favorite healthy dessert. As a bit of a treat I also bought a big bottle of that V8 fruit fusion stuff - that stuff is amazing and super healthy: a full serving of fruits and veggies in each serving. Also used some of the cash to fill my gas tank and buy lunch at work today.

Then when I got home I got out my VS gift card, went online, and bought those chocolate-brown linen pants from the Victoria's Secret website. They're having an awesome "25% off one item" sale so if you have, I dunno, a 100 dollar purse you've been dying for, go grab it for 75 dollars today. Should be here by 4/27/09, hooray!

I could get used to this lifestyle - suddenly having extra hundreds of dollars to throw around - but I'm trying not to let myself become accustomed. There is no greater danger to me now than overcontentment, especially as my arrangement has only just barely begun. As W. Somerset Maugham (the genius who wrote the novel The Painted Veil, the filmed version of which still resonates in me now, months after seeing it) wrote:

"If a nation values anything more than freedom,
it will lose its freedom; and the irony of it is
that if it is comfort or money that it values more,
it will lose that, too.

The Retin A is awesome. My skin is very very clear except for a few minor break-outs along my jawline, and it's incredibly soft and almost eeriely smooth. The few bits of hyperpigmentation I had left over are slowly fading. I kind of thought the "overall improvement in skin tone and texture" was just vague marketing BS, but seriously, it's the kind of thing you will notice changing immediately. I started off with a relatively low concentration (0.05%) but it's almost too gentle for me. I thought I would be cautious and go for the lower dose, since even 0.01% causes some people very severe burning and flaking. My skin is much hardier than I anticipated - next time I'm going up to 0.1%.

My dearest Chicago - I met Mr. Nice via Seeking Arrangement. Just goes to show you, not all the guys listed as millionaires with no pics are fakes!

Jezebel has done a few articles about the sugar lifestyle, but I think it's the comment sections that actually reveal the most about people's ill-conceived notions. Some day this week when I have less to do I'm going to go through all the assumptions and derisive statements about sugar dating and set the record straight.

Pics or it didn't happen.

The white swimsuit. I think I'm going to return this, or at least the bottom half. I wear a size small on the bottoms and a medium up top, but I accidentally grabbed a medium bottom. I looove white swimsuits and I think, considering I'm always semi-tan and then get really dark bronze over the summer, that I could pull one off. But the top part of this fits a little weird - doesn't give my 34C's enough support and tends to create a uniboob look. Maybe I should exchange them both for smalls and see if that helps.


Some of the shirts I bought...they are sooo thin and soft. I'm thinking about buying myself one of the nighties in this material.



Sorry about the weird gang sign I appear to be flashing, but this was the best pic I got. New bathrobe - I love how it looks like a 50's house dress.


Me actually wearing one of my new shirts.

Toiletries. I have been wanting that 18 dollar lip plumper FOREVER. I am absolutely crazy about perfumes, but now that I'm doing a lot of athletics, the heaviest I can go is usually a body spray. Anything else feels too heavy.

I also took a pic of the cash and the giftcard, but I feel like that would be crossing the line of tackiness. Isn't it strange that we, as a society, feel completely at home with conspicuous consumption but still feel awkward talking about actual money?

What a freaking Good Friday!

Attentions readers: today's blog post contains subject matter of an EXTREMELY adult persuasion. If you are Amish, this may be TMI. Don't say I didn't warn you.

First real sugar date today!!! And it was completely awesome. I'll try to give the nittiest, grittiest, sexiest blow-by-blow that I can muster, but I am exhausted. Pictures will come later.

1:12 PM: I pull into the parking lot for the restaurant we're meeting at. Late again...he's used to waiting for me. I'm wearing business-y clothes - nice black pants with a cuff, white tank with tight cropped black blazer over it, multi-strand white necklace, white headband. I walk in and meet him, and we sit down for lunch. I already made myself asparagus and salmon at about 11 AM, so I was def. not hungry. I got wings anyway, so I could take them home. He got a salad - he's trying to lose his little belly. We chat about the stuff that's happened since we last saw each other - I tell him about trying out a jiujitsu class (which was completely awesome, btw), he tells me about how cool Nashville was last week.

2:15 PM: We walk over to Victoria's Secret. He offers to carry my wings. He awkwardly follows me around for a few minutes before deciding he'll head out to the bank for a few minutes to give me some time to shop. I pick up a bunch of body sprays, lip plumper, So Sexy conditioner, So Sexy hair gloss serum a bunch of tanks and t shirts made of beautiful tissue-thin material, a hoodie, a white swimsuit, a cute white bathrobe, an adorable little white coin purse with black french writing on it, and a port red nighty. He picks up the tab - just under 400 dollars in merchandise. He pays with his black card.

3:05 PM: We head out of Victoria's Secret. He wants to sit down and talk for a bit at an outdoor cafe, I say fine. He tells me he's a little worried about just handing me 2000 dollars this early in our relationship - he's worried I might disappear. I say I understand and want to put him at ease, so if he wants to break it up week by week that's fine with me. It'll help me budget it a lot better too (not sure how responsible I'd be with a big lump sum). I trust and like him, which helps our negotiations. Between lunch, shopping, a hotel room, and 1/4 of my allowance, he's spending over 1,200 dollars today, so he wants to be quite sure of his investment. He's obviously nervous, and so am I - our impending sex is the elephant in the proverbial room. But shopping has proved an excellent aphrodiasiac, so this part doesn't last too long.

3:20: We head into the hotel. It's EXTREMELY nice - big fountain in the atrium, avant-garde furniture everywhere. He checks us in and I think that the stunnginly beautiful Korean girl (named Melanie?) at the front desk knows what's going on but is waaaay too polite to say/imply anything. When it comes time to ask how long he needs it, she asks "Just for today?" which I thought was extremely tactful of her. We head up to the tenth floor and walk in - at this point I start to get a little nervous, it's all becoming real so fast. We walk in and I put down my stuff, and he takes off his jacket. He jokingly suggests that maybe I could show him some of the stuff I bought at Victoria's Secret. I go into the bathroom and take off my outer clothes, but I don't change - I'm already wearing sexy turquoise panties and bra. I put on the white robe, check my hair, and walk out. He's laying on the tall queen-size bed with jacket and shoes off, casually watching some of Law and Order: SVU (a show I happen to love) while he waits for me. He says the robe is cute, and he sincerely means it. I do a little dance, opening and closing the robe to reveal my body underneath, then climb up on the bed next to him. We knock away some of the excess decorative pillows, then begin to kiss. It's not as soulless and awful as I thought it would be in all my imaginings - in fact, it's quite pleasant. I had imagined it would either be horrific or absolutely tedius - me waiting around while he pounds away, waiting for him to finish - but it is neither.

While kissing him, I'm reminded of my friend, let's call him Tom, who has been my confidante and fuckbuddy for years now. When I kiss and touch Tom, I don't feel sparks or romance, but I do feel a happy warmth, and I always enjoy our time together, even though I do not love him and probably never will. Tom made me realize that sexual compatibility does mean you have to love someone.

He takes a long time to begin, carressing me, french-kissing me, telling me I have beautiful skin and rock-hard abs. I'm touching him back the whole time, and he starts to (dare I say it?) use his hands on me. I'm excited already, from all the anticipation, and he completely enjoys exploring me. I take off his shirt and his pants, and get a feel for him. He's not long, but he is impressively thick. I imagine him as a young stallion back in the day - his tummy makes it seems shorter than it really is.

He's very vocal (which is something I LOVE in a partner), asking me what I like, how I like it, what I want, etc. I go down on him for a while (my personal favorite thing to do, and kind of my forte if I do say so myself), and he loves it, calling me "baby" the whole time and saying how good it feels. He asks me to stop so he doesn't finish too soon. He brought condoms with him (so did I - just in case) - "Lady's Pleasure". He asks me to put it on, then I get on top.

I enjoyed myself immensely - I even had my first real orgasm (I realized I've been unconsciously faking for years!). I could tell because I literally lost control for a few seconds - I couldn't help how loud I was, or how I was moving my hips. It was amazing. I couldn't do it again the rest of the time, so I faked a few, but damn...a real orgasm. It only took me 4 years as a sexually active person to acheive.

He lasted a long, long time, which he later told me was because of the condom. We changed position a few times, but I have much more energy at 20 than he does at 43, so most of the time I stayed on top. He encourages me, and tells me not to be ashamed when I get excited and automatically put up my hand to hide my face.

He brought towels and we cleaned up, then cuddled and talked. After a few minutes I slowly started putting my clothes back on, and so did he. We head down to the Panera that's installed on the bottom level, and he bought us a couple of lemonades, as we were both quite parched.

He walked me to my car and we kissed as we parted ways. He said I was still a mystery to him. When he was gone, I went back to the Victoria's secret and exchanged the hoodie and the nightie for a gift card - the linen pants I so desperately wanted weren't there, and I wasn't in love with the nightie or hoodie, so I returned them so I can purchase the pants online.

Then I drove home, completely sexually satisfied, with a delicious doggybagged lunch, 500 cash, 300 dollars of Victoria's Secret loot, and a VS giftcard for about 120 dollars. I wasn't at all upset that I didn't get the whole 2K today - in fact I left very content. All in all, a lovely afternoon, and one I would be more than happy to repeat.

Now to get online and spend that giftcard...

Sugar for sugar.

Mr. Nice replied favorably to the text I sent him. We had planned to meet Thursday afternoon, but I had to cancel due to a meeting at work I couldn't get out of. So we've rescheduled for today at 1 PM.

The plan is lunch (his treat, as usual), then shopping at Victoria's Secret (I'm expecting to spend between 2 and 500 dollars - I'll make sure to detail the stuff I get and I'll try to post pictures), then, if he hands over my allowance (I'd prefer bank transfer, but I'm cool with cash if it's easier for him), we'll retire to the local upscale hotel. All of these places are within walking distance of each other, so it should go along pretty quick. I'd love to be done by 4 (that would mean one hour each for lunch, shopping, and hotel) but I know it'll probably be more like 4:30 or 5 before all is said and done.

Assuming all goes well, in 4 hours, I'll make more money than I would in 2 months of my normal job, and I'll come home with a new wardobe and full set of chi-chi toiletries. I love America.

In other news, I've been eating super healthy - fresh asparagus and salmon for dinner the last few nights. For snacks I've been having bowls of mixed veggies - peas and corn with a small bit of butter....yum. I am absolutely crazy about vegetables - been thinking about doing a vegetables/fruits/grains/fish diet to get my body to that bikini-perfect stage for the summer. Also, I've been consistently using my Retin A and sunscreen, and my skin is looking more even.

I'll update later on today when I get home from my day and let all you sugar babes know what happened and how it all turned out.

What's good for the goose...

Texting Mr. Nice with a sexily-veiled ultimatum.

"So for tomorrow I'm thinking Clyde's and then Victoria's Secret. If we've got the allowance issue worked out by tomorrow we could continue at the Hyatt."

Thanks all for your support of me and my blog - it's so easy to undersell yourself unless you have cheerleaders in your corner reminding you that sugar is a 2-way street.

Time for some coffee while I wait for him to text back.

Right answer.

The Retin A is awesome. I'm only on my third day but my skin is so much smoother and clearer. Plus I haven't had any peeling/flaking/redness at all yet, which I've been very thankful for.

A very good text came back from Mr. Nice last night in response to the make-or-break condom question: "Yes, of course. That's no problem."

I was extremely relieved. So I texted back: "Well in that case, I'm ok if you're ok."

Mr. Nice: "Then it sounds like we r both ok haha sorry if I'm making this awkward."

So we text back and forth a bit more and he suggests we meet Thursday at 1 pm for lunch, and mentions (again) that we can go shopping. He suggested this last time but I was pressed for time and wasn't sure how I was going to shop without it being boring for him, so we went straight to the movie, but I have a feeling he'd really like to take me shopping. This time I replied "Thanks, that might be fun."

So it looks like dining, shopping, and a first chance at intimacy on Thursday afternoon. There's a Victoria's Secret near where we'll be seeing each other - that seems like a place where I could easily spend a few minutes and a few hundred dollars. plus I could find something to put on a little later that day that would probably up my confidence a few points.

However, I haven't seen the money come into my account yet. Is it OK to sleep with him for 200 dollars plus a few hundred in shopping (equal to approximately 1/4 of my monthly allowance)? Or should I hold out until I see the full allowance in my account?

The moment of truth.

Phew, as anonymous said in her comment on my last update, I was preparing myself for the worst. I've heard many tales of sugar daddies, even qualified and nice guys, suddenly disappearing. I was getting ready, both financially and emotionally, to be ignored.

Didn't get a response back from my confrontational email. Today at around 4:30 PM Mr. Nice texts me: "Hi how does Thursday work for you? My schedule is too full to do any earlier."

I text back: "Thursday could work. Did you get my email?"

He texts: "Yes but you didn't say how much you wanted"

Eugh. We already had this convo on our second meeting. Must we rehash it?

I text: "On my SA profile I had it as 2k. Is that ok for you?"

Loooooooooooooong pause.

He texts back: "That could work as long as you want to be more than friends."

Huh. Well, this is the moment of truth. I know there are no free rides, and that there are very few sugar daddies out there who will spend 2000+ each month on a celibate relationship. I'm not incredibly attracted to this guy, but at the same time, he's not horrendous looking. Can I tolerate, or maybe even learn to enjoy, sex with a paunchy white man who is 24 years my senior? Like I said before, I've faked my share of orgasms, and I don't mind doing it again (at least, until I get used to having sex with him enough that I can start to enjoy it) but I've never had an older lover. I'm used to slender young guys who have constant, easy erections and who like to go multiple times. I consider myself sexually liberated, but I don't know how well I'll emotionally handle this.

BUT....I need the money, at least for the next couple of months. While I'm traveling next month, I won't be working, but I'll still need to pay the next months rent and bills. So, maybe what I need is a short-term arrangement.

So, I'm texting him back tonight. "I do, as long as you're ok with using a condom."

Ok, we'll see what comes back.

First day of Retin A!

My Retin A arrived today! 25 days after I mailed the order for it. It came in the cutest little brown box, covered with stickers in Spanish - tied with string around it, even. I completely love Medmex now, just be sure to order with a money order, NOT your credit card (people have problems with getting their credit card numbers stolen from them, so use a secure method).

Just washed my face, dried it thouroughly, and put on a pea-size dab on my face, neck, and chest. It's probably just a placebo effect, but I already think my skin looks better.

No contact back yet from Mr. Nice, but I know he's going to be super-busy all through the end of this week.

Sometimes you just have to suck it up and ASK for what you want.

Got tired of waiting. Decided to just come right out and email Mr. Nice about my allowance.

Hey [Mr. Nice] -

Hope your weekend is going well - I look forward to seeing you next week :) Hope you're not too exhausted from so much traveling. Are we ok on the money issue? I'm not hurting for it, but if there's a problem I'd be a lot more comfortable discussing it via email than in person.

- [Sugar Kitten]

I want to be as honest and upfront with him as possible - this won't be a good arrangement if we don't feel comfortable asking for what we want. We'll see what comes back.

Awkward moment.

So, after that last email, Mr. Nice texted me and asked when would be a good time to call me so he could "run a couple things by me." I assume he means stuff about my allowance. Unfortunately this week was crazy for me - working 9 hour days, plus all the other stuff I do. I told him not until at least Wednesday. I'm figuring we're going to see each other Friday (today) if at all.

Days pass. Allowance doesn't show up in my account. I'm not hurting for it, but it sure would make things easier (the catchphrase of the sugar baby, amirite?) We exchange a couple of pleasant texts about his travel for this week.

Then yesterday, he texts me asking if we can meet Monday or Tuesday of next week. I say sure, and he can let me know which day is best for him since my work schedule is so flexible.

Now I'm wondering what to do about my monthly allowance. He seemed quite ready to "get it out of the way" in his last few emails - he knows it's something I don't like talking about. I have a feeling he's going to want to talk about it on our next date....ugh. I'm so passive-aggressive, I would much rather text/email about it. It's not that I'm scared he's not good for it - I've seen the bills inside his wallet, I've seen his nicely-tailored suits, and he's given me some excellent financial advice about the difference between a 401k and a Roth IRA. He's a good guy, and he's proved himself very trustworthy over the last 3 dates. I just wish it were done and out of the way.

Well in any case, there will definitely not be any intimacy on this next date the way I was planning. Until I see some serious sugar from him, he's not going to be shoplifting any pootie. Maybe he can take me shopping this time instead- I might be able to nab that oval-charm Tiffany's bracelet I've been worshipping from afar. I like him, but I'm not interested in getting freaky until he's made me comfortable.

Until next week dear readers!