So today I made my budget for the month and realized I'm actually really not as broke as I thought.
But then I get an IM from a potential SD I talked to many months ago. He was looking for hardcore domming and we never connected because I told him I honestly wasn't sure if i could provide that kind of companionship. I don't want to mislead anyone - if I can't provide you what you want, I'll send you somewhere else. No point in wasting each other's time.
So today I'm on my yahoo account, selling some furniture on CL, and I get an IM from him.
Now I think most of us SBs can say that when old pots IM us, it can be exhausting. You may or may not remember him, you may or may not feel like huomoring him, you may or may not be of the feeling that he's just trolling, looking for someone to lure with promises of spas and flights and 10,000 dollar allowances while he jerks it in his mother's basement.
So when this guy starts IMing me, I act like any normal SB being contacted out of the blue - I somewhat curtly ask him to remind me who he is and why I should pay attention to him.
We get to talking and he mentions that he would really like to start an arrangement. I mentioned that in my last arrangement I received a 500 dollar gift and nice meal each time we met, as well as occasional shopping trips. He said that was not a problem, as long as it was done in a submissive way. I suggested that when we go shopping he will walk 3 steps behind me, carry my bags, and pay for everything. He said that sounded hot. Ca-ching.
Part of how I know he's serious is because he didn't want to mess around - when I suggested we get together for a meal to get to know each other, he agreed straight away. Fakes always have "busy schedules" and want to spend a million years playing games.
We arranged to go to dinner tomorrow night, and if that goes well, to spend the evening together in a full-on dominant fantasy with orgasm denial. How crazy is my life right now?
Since we were talking a lot about bdsm, I decided to see how serious he was about serving me. I told him I expect him to bring a gift (in addition to money) for me. He asked what I would like, and I told him a bottle of Burberry Brit perfume. Though I know he'll be busy with work, he told me he wouldn't mind taking the time out of his day to pick up a bottle for me. He told me he was very into the idea of submitting to me. He told me he hasn't had sex in 2 years so he would appreciate it if I take the lead.
So that's my day tomorrow. Hopefully by midnight tomorrow I will have 600 dollars (100 from selling my tables on (CL), a bottle of my most coveted perfume, and a new sugardaddy who I can boss around and take advantage of any way I feel like, and who will submissively take me shopping. Ipod touch and Tiffany's bracelet, ahoy!
I'm way more ok with this than I thought I would be - perhaps because I know I'll be the one in control of everything. I thought it would feel like I was cheating on my boyfriend, but because there's no emotional attachment, it feels more like the most awesome job in the world. I'm getting compensated like a lawyer for going to dinner and then making a man beg for release. What the hell could possibly be better?
This is not how I thought the sugar game was supposed to work. I thought you were supposed to go out and hunt for a good SD, not have one fall into your lap at random. Bizarre. I'm already counting my chickens, making lists of the possible things I could spend the money on. If this goes well I might be taking in 2 to 3 K a month plus another K of shopping. Time to start investing instead of just blowing all my cash. I want a few pretty dresses and some heels, and a digital camera, and new tires for my car, but that's it.
Oh yeah. And some Uggs. Haha.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
This is why hookers don't kiss on the lips.
So this past week I was feeling very desperate for cash - I've been unemployed for about 2 months now and it's tough finding work. Although to be honest, I haven't really been trying. I'm enjoying my hedonistic lifestyle too much to work to support/continue it, ironically. Add to this spending 20 to 40 bucks a week for gas to see my boyfriend (who I want to marry! by the way) and it has made for a very stressful fucking month.
So, I text Mr. Nice (who is officially moving to FL for business if you recall) asking for help. No response. Not shocking, but seriously, he got the name "Mr. Nice" for a reason.
I email Mr. Sincere, asking if he'll help me again, as he has in the past. No response.
I email Mr. Sexy, asking him to help me. Bingo! He asks how much I need. I tell him 200 would be ideal but anything he can give me, even 50, will help immensely. He says he feels comfortable giving me (a person he has never met before) 100 + gas money, if I will drive out to DC to meet him. My mama didn't raise no fool, and I immediately agree.
He suggests a sushi place in Chinatown that has really excellent reviews. I arrive about 20 minutes late (I refuse to pay for parking in DC, so I walked/jogged all the way from the Jefferson Memorial free parking lot to Chinatown). The sprinting actually calmed me down significantly - my body was all loosened up from the sudden blood-flow and I didn't really have a chance to wait and get nervous (another sugar mentioned getting "nervous tummy" before sugar dates - I know exactly what you mean!). I got lost looking for it but he kept texting me directions until I found it.
I walk in and it's even nicer than I expected. I'm wearing a turqoise blue striped camisole with a turquoise bra that peeks above it a bit, dark jeans, silver gladiators, and my pleather Target jacket. I feel undressed. He's there in the waiting area, and he's not what I expected. He both does and does not look like his picture. He's quite a bit skinnier than I expected, and his hair is tied back in an 18th century style low ponytail that's quaint and sexy. We embrace and then we follow the waiter upstairs to be seated.
The waiter pulls out the chair for me, but as he passes it he touches it with one hand, and I can tell that he would have wanted to pull it out himself. We chat a bit and it's immediately easy and friendly between us. We peruse the menu and I mention that the seafood potstickers look good but never formally order them. He notices this and orders them for us to share. A consummate gentleman, noting the things I've hinted at. Wonder if the same trick would work in the Tiffany's store?
I get the steak and he gets some kind of sushi roll. We share the potstickers as well as a duck appetizer that came with my favorite Hoisin sauce.
We talk about all kinds of things. Travel, mostly, as we've both been to foreign countries this year. The different attitudes and ways of life in other countries. Our origins, where we were born, what we do for a living, etc. Standard issue gentleman all the way - complimenting me, and not ever talking down to me. I could tell he thought I was smart, and I didn't obfuscate anything about my intelligence - I made fun of myself for licking my chopsticks, calling myself gauche and noting that in Asian cultures it's considered rude. How many 20 year olds use the word "gauche" in their everyday vocabulary?
The meal ends and I am stuffed. All these tiny dishes really add up. He picks up the check. We walk down to the front of the restaurant and out onto the street, where hundreds of people are milling past in either direction. We stand there with my tourist-y map open (I've been to DC many dozens of times, but I still get spatially disoriented when I'm not within site of the Washington Memorial) and he tells me which direction to take to get back to my car (which I need to do on the double - it's a 30 minute walk and the police are crazy strict about the 3 hour time limit). He asks how much it cost me in gas to get here and I say about 25 dollars. He takes an extra 20 from his wallet and puts it in an envelope that already has 100 dollars in it and hands it to me. I thank him sincerely, then we embrace and I kiss his cheek. Mutually, we turn heads and kiss on the mouth, slowly and softly. After a moment he reaches around to try to touch my butt (seriously dude?) and he gives me a little tongue. A little too wet and soft a kiss, actually, but not unpleasant by any means. I had decided in advance that I was cool with kissing him as a thank you for the help he is giving me, so when he went for it, I let him.
I walked away with a smile and walked straight over to the nearest branch of my bank and deposited 110 of it and kept 10 in cash in my wallet for emergencies/mad money/etc.
I texted him thanks and said sorry my breath probably smelled like green onions from my steak, he texted back saying he ate the same food (yep, we ate off each other's plates) and that "the kiss was hot, btw. didn't think you'd be into anything physical. glad to see i was wrong!" and that he really hopes we can "explore that further". I did not respond.
Ladies and gentleman, hook line and sinker, this guy wants to fuck my brains out. So, a matter of economics. How do I extract the most money from him with the least possible unpleasantness?
His income isn't crazy high - in the 150K to 200K range - but it's still enough for me to consider a 1K a month allowance reasonable.
The man paid 120 dollars for a kiss, after all.
Though as I thought about it driving home, I realized that's not the most I've ever received for a date that ended with simply a kiss. Mr. Nice gave me 200 dollars on one of our first encounters for a brief peck on the lips.
Ugh. I love my boyfriend. I am serious when I say I want to marry him. I thought that a kiss would be less repugnant to me than any other physical activity, less guilt-inducing, but I was wrong. I felt gross on the way back from the city, like I had done a bad thing. I needed the money. Does that make it any more or less right? What if I steal a loaf of bread to feed my starving family? What if I let Mr. Sexy do anal, but not vaginal? That's how some porn stars do it, saving certain orifices for their lovers. What if we make out but I never let him touch me below the waist. What if I give him head but don't let him come in my mouth. What if, what if.
The worst part is, Mr. Sexy actually is sexy. He's my type. He's a smart, kind, funny, laid-back, good-looking dude who I clicked with immediately both online and in person. If I weren't so head-over-heels in love with my current BF, if I were single, I would date the hell out him. Not even sugar dating, just regular dating. He's only 33 - only 13 years older than me. 10 years younger than my last SD.
I'm not sure he knows he's on what basically amounts to a sugardaddy site though. His profile text under "what i'm looking for" says:
What I'm NOT looking for is to be your 'one and only'. I don't think life works that way and I don't want you to try to prove me wrong either.
Looking for someone interested in some fun. I'm not hurting financially and I'm more then happy to spread some of it around, as long we both stay on the same page. :)
So I guess I need to email him, thank him again for a lovely time, and ask him exactly what it is he's looking for. I want to play this one carefully though, because he's very big on honesty and sincerity, so if he feels like he's being handled at any time all bets are off.
Haha maybe in that case, the best bet would, NOT to handle him?
I am confused. I am broke. I want to spoil my boyfriend. I need a job. I like Mr. Sexy. Brain on fire. Good night.
Post script - boyfriend acted as a sugardaddy this week. We had been to the mall last weekend and I had tried on this dress at forever 21. It looked phenomenal on me, but I was too broke to afford it (how sad is that? too broke for a 22 dollar dress?). This weekend I show up and he's got it, in my size (small) and color (black), waiting for me. My first official LBD. I know he had to call in favors to get it (he's broke and doesn't have a car) and that made it all the sweeter. I think I'm going to have my shopping slave buy the royal blue version for me as well. It fits like a glove and the cut is beyond perfect for my body. Now I need matching heels for when I wear it to see Mr. Sexy. I am going to hell.
So, I text Mr. Nice (who is officially moving to FL for business if you recall) asking for help. No response. Not shocking, but seriously, he got the name "Mr. Nice" for a reason.
I email Mr. Sincere, asking if he'll help me again, as he has in the past. No response.
I email Mr. Sexy, asking him to help me. Bingo! He asks how much I need. I tell him 200 would be ideal but anything he can give me, even 50, will help immensely. He says he feels comfortable giving me (a person he has never met before) 100 + gas money, if I will drive out to DC to meet him. My mama didn't raise no fool, and I immediately agree.
He suggests a sushi place in Chinatown that has really excellent reviews. I arrive about 20 minutes late (I refuse to pay for parking in DC, so I walked/jogged all the way from the Jefferson Memorial free parking lot to Chinatown). The sprinting actually calmed me down significantly - my body was all loosened up from the sudden blood-flow and I didn't really have a chance to wait and get nervous (another sugar mentioned getting "nervous tummy" before sugar dates - I know exactly what you mean!). I got lost looking for it but he kept texting me directions until I found it.
I walk in and it's even nicer than I expected. I'm wearing a turqoise blue striped camisole with a turquoise bra that peeks above it a bit, dark jeans, silver gladiators, and my pleather Target jacket. I feel undressed. He's there in the waiting area, and he's not what I expected. He both does and does not look like his picture. He's quite a bit skinnier than I expected, and his hair is tied back in an 18th century style low ponytail that's quaint and sexy. We embrace and then we follow the waiter upstairs to be seated.
The waiter pulls out the chair for me, but as he passes it he touches it with one hand, and I can tell that he would have wanted to pull it out himself. We chat a bit and it's immediately easy and friendly between us. We peruse the menu and I mention that the seafood potstickers look good but never formally order them. He notices this and orders them for us to share. A consummate gentleman, noting the things I've hinted at. Wonder if the same trick would work in the Tiffany's store?
I get the steak and he gets some kind of sushi roll. We share the potstickers as well as a duck appetizer that came with my favorite Hoisin sauce.
We talk about all kinds of things. Travel, mostly, as we've both been to foreign countries this year. The different attitudes and ways of life in other countries. Our origins, where we were born, what we do for a living, etc. Standard issue gentleman all the way - complimenting me, and not ever talking down to me. I could tell he thought I was smart, and I didn't obfuscate anything about my intelligence - I made fun of myself for licking my chopsticks, calling myself gauche and noting that in Asian cultures it's considered rude. How many 20 year olds use the word "gauche" in their everyday vocabulary?
The meal ends and I am stuffed. All these tiny dishes really add up. He picks up the check. We walk down to the front of the restaurant and out onto the street, where hundreds of people are milling past in either direction. We stand there with my tourist-y map open (I've been to DC many dozens of times, but I still get spatially disoriented when I'm not within site of the Washington Memorial) and he tells me which direction to take to get back to my car (which I need to do on the double - it's a 30 minute walk and the police are crazy strict about the 3 hour time limit). He asks how much it cost me in gas to get here and I say about 25 dollars. He takes an extra 20 from his wallet and puts it in an envelope that already has 100 dollars in it and hands it to me. I thank him sincerely, then we embrace and I kiss his cheek. Mutually, we turn heads and kiss on the mouth, slowly and softly. After a moment he reaches around to try to touch my butt (seriously dude?) and he gives me a little tongue. A little too wet and soft a kiss, actually, but not unpleasant by any means. I had decided in advance that I was cool with kissing him as a thank you for the help he is giving me, so when he went for it, I let him.
I walked away with a smile and walked straight over to the nearest branch of my bank and deposited 110 of it and kept 10 in cash in my wallet for emergencies/mad money/etc.
I texted him thanks and said sorry my breath probably smelled like green onions from my steak, he texted back saying he ate the same food (yep, we ate off each other's plates) and that "the kiss was hot, btw. didn't think you'd be into anything physical. glad to see i was wrong!" and that he really hopes we can "explore that further". I did not respond.
Ladies and gentleman, hook line and sinker, this guy wants to fuck my brains out. So, a matter of economics. How do I extract the most money from him with the least possible unpleasantness?
His income isn't crazy high - in the 150K to 200K range - but it's still enough for me to consider a 1K a month allowance reasonable.
The man paid 120 dollars for a kiss, after all.
Though as I thought about it driving home, I realized that's not the most I've ever received for a date that ended with simply a kiss. Mr. Nice gave me 200 dollars on one of our first encounters for a brief peck on the lips.
Ugh. I love my boyfriend. I am serious when I say I want to marry him. I thought that a kiss would be less repugnant to me than any other physical activity, less guilt-inducing, but I was wrong. I felt gross on the way back from the city, like I had done a bad thing. I needed the money. Does that make it any more or less right? What if I steal a loaf of bread to feed my starving family? What if I let Mr. Sexy do anal, but not vaginal? That's how some porn stars do it, saving certain orifices for their lovers. What if we make out but I never let him touch me below the waist. What if I give him head but don't let him come in my mouth. What if, what if.
The worst part is, Mr. Sexy actually is sexy. He's my type. He's a smart, kind, funny, laid-back, good-looking dude who I clicked with immediately both online and in person. If I weren't so head-over-heels in love with my current BF, if I were single, I would date the hell out him. Not even sugar dating, just regular dating. He's only 33 - only 13 years older than me. 10 years younger than my last SD.
I'm not sure he knows he's on what basically amounts to a sugardaddy site though. His profile text under "what i'm looking for" says:
What I'm NOT looking for is to be your 'one and only'. I don't think life works that way and I don't want you to try to prove me wrong either.
Looking for someone interested in some fun. I'm not hurting financially and I'm more then happy to spread some of it around, as long we both stay on the same page. :)
So I guess I need to email him, thank him again for a lovely time, and ask him exactly what it is he's looking for. I want to play this one carefully though, because he's very big on honesty and sincerity, so if he feels like he's being handled at any time all bets are off.
Haha maybe in that case, the best bet would, NOT to handle him?
I am confused. I am broke. I want to spoil my boyfriend. I need a job. I like Mr. Sexy. Brain on fire. Good night.
Post script - boyfriend acted as a sugardaddy this week. We had been to the mall last weekend and I had tried on this dress at forever 21. It looked phenomenal on me, but I was too broke to afford it (how sad is that? too broke for a 22 dollar dress?). This weekend I show up and he's got it, in my size (small) and color (black), waiting for me. My first official LBD. I know he had to call in favors to get it (he's broke and doesn't have a car) and that made it all the sweeter. I think I'm going to have my shopping slave buy the royal blue version for me as well. It fits like a glove and the cut is beyond perfect for my body. Now I need matching heels for when I wear it to see Mr. Sexy. I am going to hell.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Thanks Chicago!
Thanks for the awesome shout-outs on your blog. I sincerely appreciate it.
As far as Facebook...I am a huge facebook addict but when it comes to making one with no personal information I feel a little bit inept. Anybody have tips on making it fairly untraceable?
A few updates on the various plates I've got spinning right now...
1) Mr. Nice hasn't texted or called. What's his deal? He texts me, asking about my life, then doesn't respond when I try to set something up? I know he's busy, but come on, it's not hard to spend 30 seconds texting/calling someone. I see rude people doing it all the time.
2) Mr. Sexy sent another email after I didn't respond to his last one. He asked if everything was ok and if it was "time for that spanking" hahaha. I responded with a little banter and then "I've really enjoyed corresponding with you but I need my daddy to take care of me. I want to go out to a concert next weekend but after buying books and paying tuition I have no money for tickets, gas, etc :( I've got my paypal account set up so I was wondering, would you could you maybe help me a little?" He loves the helpless little girl act. So we'll see if he's down for paying for this set-up or if he's just some fake loser.
3) Vlad disappeared off the face of the earth. I sent him a reminder email, and it pinged back to me as undeliverable. Douche.
4) I am close to having an awesome job as a hostess at an upscale French/Italian restaurant! I would make some serious bank at that job, but I would have to work a lot of nights and weekends. Sadface. All the fun jobs take place during the crappiest hours, all the jobs with good hours are stab-myself-in-the-face boring. Is there a happy medium? A fun job with good hours?
5) Haven't been able to connect with Mr. Slave yet. Hopefully I can have him pay my phone bill, then buy me some cute stuff from Wet Seal (how much am I loving that site right now? I used to think Wet Seal sucked but lately they've had some super cute stuff.)
6) 100 bucks basically fell out of the sky this week. I got a refund check from the trip I went on this spring - fuel prices went down in between paying for the trip and going on the trip, so I got 111.00 back. How awesome is that?
7) The bf is my substitute SD for right now. When I'm sleeping over at his dorm he buys all my meals, pays for my movie tickets, surprises me with little gifts and breakfast in bed, and yesterday he gave me 10 bucks for gas. And the sex is the best I've ever had. Awesome-ness.
So that's the upshot of this week. Still need money, just not as desperately as I did before.
As far as Facebook...I am a huge facebook addict but when it comes to making one with no personal information I feel a little bit inept. Anybody have tips on making it fairly untraceable?
A few updates on the various plates I've got spinning right now...
1) Mr. Nice hasn't texted or called. What's his deal? He texts me, asking about my life, then doesn't respond when I try to set something up? I know he's busy, but come on, it's not hard to spend 30 seconds texting/calling someone. I see rude people doing it all the time.
2) Mr. Sexy sent another email after I didn't respond to his last one. He asked if everything was ok and if it was "time for that spanking" hahaha. I responded with a little banter and then "I've really enjoyed corresponding with you but I need my daddy to take care of me. I want to go out to a concert next weekend but after buying books and paying tuition I have no money for tickets, gas, etc :( I've got my paypal account set up so I was wondering, would you could you maybe help me a little?" He loves the helpless little girl act. So we'll see if he's down for paying for this set-up or if he's just some fake loser.
3) Vlad disappeared off the face of the earth. I sent him a reminder email, and it pinged back to me as undeliverable. Douche.
4) I am close to having an awesome job as a hostess at an upscale French/Italian restaurant! I would make some serious bank at that job, but I would have to work a lot of nights and weekends. Sadface. All the fun jobs take place during the crappiest hours, all the jobs with good hours are stab-myself-in-the-face boring. Is there a happy medium? A fun job with good hours?
5) Haven't been able to connect with Mr. Slave yet. Hopefully I can have him pay my phone bill, then buy me some cute stuff from Wet Seal (how much am I loving that site right now? I used to think Wet Seal sucked but lately they've had some super cute stuff.)
6) 100 bucks basically fell out of the sky this week. I got a refund check from the trip I went on this spring - fuel prices went down in between paying for the trip and going on the trip, so I got 111.00 back. How awesome is that?
7) The bf is my substitute SD for right now. When I'm sleeping over at his dorm he buys all my meals, pays for my movie tickets, surprises me with little gifts and breakfast in bed, and yesterday he gave me 10 bucks for gas. And the sex is the best I've ever had. Awesome-ness.
So that's the upshot of this week. Still need money, just not as desperately as I did before.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Draw from all sides.
Quick update on the feelers I'm putting out right now (I need some monies babes):
1) Texted Mr. Nice this afternoon, then called him this evening after receiving no answer. He sounded busy but he still had the presence of mind to ask me how my trip was. He told me he had in fact been getting my texts but that he had not had a chance to text me back (wtf? YOU texted ME first). He told me this week was probably not good for him. He told me he might have to move to Florida (for work) for 9 months. Since he sounded like he was in the middle of something I told him he could check his schedule and get back to me. He told me he definitely would. So I'm going to say there's a 75% chance that we'll see each other at least once before he leaves. He's a busy man but he's always made time for me in the past and he was always good for some spoiling and gifts. I'm really pissed he's leaving the state though, I was hoping to get a little more out of our relationship than one last one-time meeting. Who knows - maybe he'll fly me down to the beach?
2) Mr. Sexy sent an email this morning explaining that he'd had some family drama this weekend and asking me if I had gotten my paypal account up and working. I sent him back a long sexy email with pics of me in a swimsuit that he had requested and let him know that he could send money to that same email. He sent one back soon after but no mention of money and no email from paypal saying I have new money in my account. We never set up any kind of deal with allowance or anything - I like the "gift me when you like" thing, and he knows he's supposed to spoil me, but he's taking advantage of it and being a bad daddy. I can tell I've hooked him with this Lolita fantasy by the way he types back, so I'm not worried about losing him. No more pics or long descriptions for him until he comes through with some spending money. That's how this game works.
3) Vlad has disappeared. I sent the last email, he never got back to me. I'm going to send him a follow-up email tonight with a playful "I'm supposed to be the naughty one ;)" theme to it and see if he has any excuses for disappearing. Maybe I can parlay that into some spoiling "to make it up to me."
4) An old SD of mine who I have never met (we'd been writing emails back and forth) but who months ago gave me 750 dollars via paypal. I can't remember if I named him on this blog so I'm going to name him now - Mr. Weird. He's so freaking SINCERE about everything. I recommended him a book the last time we talked and he actually went out and read it!! How insane is that? I'm getting back in contact with him this week - hopefully he'll be down for helping me with some bills, if I ask nicely. I know he has a soft spot for me.
5) Mr. Slave. I don't know if I've talked about it here but I've been a financial dominatrix in the past - and yes, it's exactly what it sounds like. Mr. Slave is a loyal sub of mine who has bought me many things - including the American Apparel t-shirt dress I'm wearing right at this moment, in fact. He's bought me clothes, jewelry, and paid for past of my trip to Asia. I recently got back in touch with him after being out of touch with him for about 4 months, and he's still eager to serve me.
6) Mr. 50 - I keep seeing an ad on CL for a guy who will pay a girl 50 bucks to watch him masturbate. This is something I actually weirdly enjoy doing (it's so fascinating to watch someone do something so private) and it's located right near my boyfriend's college, so it would be really convenient to go do that. He posts weekly, so I think he's legit and looking for someone to do this regularly. I might also sell some panties on CL, if I can get that to work out.
7) Hooray for me, I actually applied to some respectable jobs today! And tomorrow is going to be very intense - I'm going to interview at a slightly upscale French/Italian/American restaurant that's opening soon and looking for servers, hostesses, etc. I really miss the food service industry - the hours can suck, and your bosses can be truly bizarre, but working in a restaurant was the most fun job I have ever had, and if it's a nicer place, you can walk out with serious cash money in your hand THAT NIGHT. Kind of like being a stripper but without the full body waxing.
Although, stripping is something else I've looked into. I'd love to try it, even if it's just one time. And who knows? I have an amazing body (and I'm humble, too) and I bet I could put myself through grad school with it. As long as you don't start turning tricks or taking hard drugs, stripping is a decent job.
So yeah. I need some money (honestly 200 bucks would cover it) and I need it within about the next 10 days to pay that ticket and my cell phone bill. I'm not putting all of my eggs in any one basket this time.
1) Texted Mr. Nice this afternoon, then called him this evening after receiving no answer. He sounded busy but he still had the presence of mind to ask me how my trip was. He told me he had in fact been getting my texts but that he had not had a chance to text me back (wtf? YOU texted ME first). He told me this week was probably not good for him. He told me he might have to move to Florida (for work) for 9 months. Since he sounded like he was in the middle of something I told him he could check his schedule and get back to me. He told me he definitely would. So I'm going to say there's a 75% chance that we'll see each other at least once before he leaves. He's a busy man but he's always made time for me in the past and he was always good for some spoiling and gifts. I'm really pissed he's leaving the state though, I was hoping to get a little more out of our relationship than one last one-time meeting. Who knows - maybe he'll fly me down to the beach?
2) Mr. Sexy sent an email this morning explaining that he'd had some family drama this weekend and asking me if I had gotten my paypal account up and working. I sent him back a long sexy email with pics of me in a swimsuit that he had requested and let him know that he could send money to that same email. He sent one back soon after but no mention of money and no email from paypal saying I have new money in my account. We never set up any kind of deal with allowance or anything - I like the "gift me when you like" thing, and he knows he's supposed to spoil me, but he's taking advantage of it and being a bad daddy. I can tell I've hooked him with this Lolita fantasy by the way he types back, so I'm not worried about losing him. No more pics or long descriptions for him until he comes through with some spending money. That's how this game works.
3) Vlad has disappeared. I sent the last email, he never got back to me. I'm going to send him a follow-up email tonight with a playful "I'm supposed to be the naughty one ;)" theme to it and see if he has any excuses for disappearing. Maybe I can parlay that into some spoiling "to make it up to me."
4) An old SD of mine who I have never met (we'd been writing emails back and forth) but who months ago gave me 750 dollars via paypal. I can't remember if I named him on this blog so I'm going to name him now - Mr. Weird. He's so freaking SINCERE about everything. I recommended him a book the last time we talked and he actually went out and read it!! How insane is that? I'm getting back in contact with him this week - hopefully he'll be down for helping me with some bills, if I ask nicely. I know he has a soft spot for me.
5) Mr. Slave. I don't know if I've talked about it here but I've been a financial dominatrix in the past - and yes, it's exactly what it sounds like. Mr. Slave is a loyal sub of mine who has bought me many things - including the American Apparel t-shirt dress I'm wearing right at this moment, in fact. He's bought me clothes, jewelry, and paid for past of my trip to Asia. I recently got back in touch with him after being out of touch with him for about 4 months, and he's still eager to serve me.
6) Mr. 50 - I keep seeing an ad on CL for a guy who will pay a girl 50 bucks to watch him masturbate. This is something I actually weirdly enjoy doing (it's so fascinating to watch someone do something so private) and it's located right near my boyfriend's college, so it would be really convenient to go do that. He posts weekly, so I think he's legit and looking for someone to do this regularly. I might also sell some panties on CL, if I can get that to work out.
7) Hooray for me, I actually applied to some respectable jobs today! And tomorrow is going to be very intense - I'm going to interview at a slightly upscale French/Italian/American restaurant that's opening soon and looking for servers, hostesses, etc. I really miss the food service industry - the hours can suck, and your bosses can be truly bizarre, but working in a restaurant was the most fun job I have ever had, and if it's a nicer place, you can walk out with serious cash money in your hand THAT NIGHT. Kind of like being a stripper but without the full body waxing.
Although, stripping is something else I've looked into. I'd love to try it, even if it's just one time. And who knows? I have an amazing body (and I'm humble, too) and I bet I could put myself through grad school with it. As long as you don't start turning tricks or taking hard drugs, stripping is a decent job.
So yeah. I need some money (honestly 200 bucks would cover it) and I need it within about the next 10 days to pay that ticket and my cell phone bill. I'm not putting all of my eggs in any one basket this time.
Also.
I love love love the following media, and these all apply to the SB lifestyle so I'm going to include them here:
1) ShopStyle. A brilliant clothing aggregating site. Want a bandage dress but don't know exactly which one yet? Just type it in the search bar and it will return thousands of easily scrollable thumbnail pics of different dresses which you can then sort by color, price, brand, etc. Awesome, awesome, awesome. Especially if you're like me and you have certain "tastes" - like hobo bags and brightly colored boots.
2) The Savage Love Podcast. Totally fearless sex-positive sex advice from a hilarious and hyper-articulate gay man about every single sexual question under the sun. I am beyond addicted.
That's all for now! Be back later on to report any new sugar happenings.
1) ShopStyle. A brilliant clothing aggregating site. Want a bandage dress but don't know exactly which one yet? Just type it in the search bar and it will return thousands of easily scrollable thumbnail pics of different dresses which you can then sort by color, price, brand, etc. Awesome, awesome, awesome. Especially if you're like me and you have certain "tastes" - like hobo bags and brightly colored boots.
2) The Savage Love Podcast. Totally fearless sex-positive sex advice from a hilarious and hyper-articulate gay man about every single sexual question under the sun. I am beyond addicted.
That's all for now! Be back later on to report any new sugar happenings.
Monday, October 5, 2009
All talk, no action.
Mr. Sexy didn't come through with any money for the weekend - not surprising, but disappointing. We'll see if he sends any contact this week. Til then both he and Vlad are on the outs with me for not responding to my emails withing a reasonable amount of time.
So, this week I need to get in contact with Mr. Nice. I have a feeling he's not getting my texts so tomorrow I'm going to call him and see if he wants to go to dinner sometime this week. I need the cash to pay my parking ticket and my phone bill, and I'm dying for a nice (and by that I mean, upscale) meal after a weekend of dorm food with the boyfriend.
I've realized, I am good enough at compartmentalizing things to not be bothered by the idea of having sex with another man. This isn't about love or lust, it's just friendly affection between 2 people who have ways of helping each other out.
So that's my goal for the week. Wish me luck, babes.
So, this week I need to get in contact with Mr. Nice. I have a feeling he's not getting my texts so tomorrow I'm going to call him and see if he wants to go to dinner sometime this week. I need the cash to pay my parking ticket and my phone bill, and I'm dying for a nice (and by that I mean, upscale) meal after a weekend of dorm food with the boyfriend.
I've realized, I am good enough at compartmentalizing things to not be bothered by the idea of having sex with another man. This isn't about love or lust, it's just friendly affection between 2 people who have ways of helping each other out.
So that's my goal for the week. Wish me luck, babes.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Mr. Sexy offered me money...
...with no strings attached. How crazy is that? In my email to him I mentioned that I'd like to go see Zombieland if I could afford it, and he emailed back asking if I have a paypal account where he could deposit some spending money for the weekend.
I emailed him back but I'm waiting to see if he actually comes through with sending money before I get too excited.
My decision about seeing Mr. Nice has been made for me - I got a 50 dollar parking ticket on Thursday. And seeing as that's about half of my net worth right now, it looks like I'll be hitting Mr. Nice up for some nice cash soon. I'm going to see if I can get him to take me shopping as a kind of penance for not being around to spoil me these past few months. I REALLY want that ipod touch. Let's see if I can get it in the next week. Going to test my sugary wiles...
I emailed him back but I'm waiting to see if he actually comes through with sending money before I get too excited.
My decision about seeing Mr. Nice has been made for me - I got a 50 dollar parking ticket on Thursday. And seeing as that's about half of my net worth right now, it looks like I'll be hitting Mr. Nice up for some nice cash soon. I'm going to see if I can get him to take me shopping as a kind of penance for not being around to spoil me these past few months. I REALLY want that ipod touch. Let's see if I can get it in the next week. Going to test my sugary wiles...
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