"Sugarbabies" / "Arrangements" Amateurs or Not?

Gentlemen,

I have been laying low this past month, comparatively, nursing my wounded heart (more on that later) and basically whining and crying to my sugar friends about getting dumped by my ATF after 9 blissful months.

In an effort to put the past behind me, I have tentatively started casting to some little fish, and have hit on an approach that brought outstanding results yesterday, and is keeping me hopping today.

In addition to giving them my sugar email address in my initial contact message, I have started to include my play phone, in case they want to text, and it has proved to be a great way to get the ball rolling, especially with the younger babies.

Case in point: I was contacted yesterday morning on SA by an 18yo baby who lived west of the city in a little town on the Fox (?) river. Pics show a hot, young, slightly goth baby, who describes herself as a nerd. Exactly my kind of fish! I shoot her my basic intro message, but include my cell # on a last-second hunch. Practically before I could hit "send" I get a text from her, all young and cute sounding with "u" for "you" and so on. We text back and forth for an hour or so, at which point I suggest we meet that evening for drinks and, if things go well, dinner. My SO is out of town until tomorrow evening, so I am feeling good about things in general, and this little baby in particular.

Long story short, she agrees to the plan, we text a little more, and I finish my day, hit the gym for an hour or so, shower up and head out, feeling really happy about this new approach. I pull up in front of her house, text again that I'm there, and a few seconds later out comes this hot, hot little baby. 5'2", with a monstrous rack! Yahoo, I say to myself, this will be fun to look at if nothing else. She gets in the car, very adorably admitting that she is feeling a little shy at the moment, and we head off to an Irish pub I googled with an outdoor patio that overlooks the river. The day, which had been really hot, had cooled off beautifully, and the sun was just setting as we sat down. The meal was great, the conversation was good, and I could tell she was warming up to the whole idea and yours truly in particular. We walk back to my car, and immediately start the most intense make-out session I have participated in for quite a while. People were staring at us on the street, so I suggest we go back to her house and park for a while longer.

Let me back up and say that she has made it clear that she is not going to fuck me on the first date. This is, in fact, the first sugar experience she has had, and I am the first guy that she's gone out with, so I am not pressing anything at the moment, with hopes of much more to come.

We pull up to her street, get in the back seat, and resume our make-out session. After about 30 minutes of this, she asks if I like oral."Why most certainly", I reply, to which she lies back, lifts up her very short skirt, and pulls her panties aside. Sensing what she is wanting, I apply my Super Secret Speed Orgasm technique, and a short time later she is clawing at my head, pushing her hips into my face, crying out and sighing; all good things. After she catches her breath, she asks if she can return the favor."Why most certainly", I reply. The girl has skills, my brothers, for such a young little fish. After I catch my breath, we make out and cuddle for a few more minutes, I walk her to her door, kiss goodnight, and am off into the soft darkness. Start to finish, less than 12 hours, all due, I am convinced, to texting. You got to know the language if you want to talk to the natives, in this case, young, young babies. I am currently texting with two other babies as I write this, so this may be my new preferred method of fishing. Take it and run with it my friends, if you have not done so already.

In the world of Ironies of All Ironies, when I turn my phone on this morning, I get a text from ATF, asking if I'd like to have breakfast with her on Monday and check out the new place, and in particular the bedroom. Yahoo for me, I think - I don't want to lose her, but I can't get hurt again. I am going to try and keep what little emotional distance I have at this point and see how I feel Monday night.

Keep up the good work, my brothers, and let's get to posting, shall we.

Scott

Damn Scottie if you don't have a way with words! Your post almost made me feel like I was right there in the car with you watching her "pull her panties aside". It's good to see you posting again and getting back in the game.

The txting suggestion is a good one. I usually give my hobby email out as part of the first contact message anyway. Why not go the next step and give the SB potential another easy option. Hell, txt has almost made email obsolete as it is so it only makes sense to hand your number out early and often to increase the odds. What I have found is that sometimes emails go unanswered for weeks with these young SBs. They are much more inclined to send a quick txt message.

Good luck with the ATF meeting.

Alias.

[QUOTE=F Scott; 1472880]Gentlemen,

I have been laying low this past month, comparatively, nursing my wounded heart (more on that later) and basically whining and crying to my sugar friends about getting dumped by my ATF after 9 blissful months.

In an effort to put the past behind me, I have tentatively started casting to some little fish, and have hit on an approach that brought outstanding results yesterday, and is keeping me hopping today.

In addition to giving them my sugar email address in my initial contact message, I have started to include my play phone, in case they want to text, and it has proved to be a great way to get the ball rolling, especially with the younger babies.

Case in point: I was contacted yesterday morning on SA by an 18yo baby who lived west of the city in a little town on the Fox (?) river. Pics show a hot, young, slightly goth baby, who describes herself as a nerd. Exactly my kind of fish! I shoot her my basic intro message, but include my cell # on a last-second hunch. Practically before I could hit "send" I get a text from her, all young and cute sounding with "you" for "you" and so on. We text back and forth for an hour or so, at which point I suggest we meet that evening for drinks and, if things go well, dinner. My SO is out of town until tomorrow evening, so I am feeling good about things in general, and this little baby in particular.

Long story short, she agrees to the plan, we text a little more, and I finish my day, hit the gym for an hour or so, shower up and head out, feeling really happy about this new approach. I pull up in front of her house, text again that I'm there, and a few seconds later out comes this hot, hot little baby. 5'2", with a monstrous rack! Yahoo, I say to myself, this will be fun to look at if nothing else. She gets in the car, very adorably admitting that she is feeling a little shy at the moment, and we head off to an Irish pub I googled with an outdoor patio that overlooks the river. The day, which had been really hot, had cooled off beautifully, and the sun was just setting as we sat down. The meal was great, the conversation was good, and I could tell she was warming up to the whole idea and yours truly in particular. We walk back to my car, and immediately start the most intense make-out session I have participated in for quite a while. People were staring at us on the street, so I suggest we go back to her house and park for a while longer.

Let me back up and say that she has made it clear that she is not going to fuck me on the first date. This is, in fact, the first sugar experience she has had, and I am the first guy that she's gone out with, so I am not pressing anything at the moment, with hopes of much more to come.

We pull up to her street, get in the back seat, and resume our make-out session. After about 30 minutes of this, she asks if I like oral."Why most certainly", I reply, to which she lies back, lifts up her very short skirt, and pulls her panties aside. Sensing what she is wanting, I apply my Super Secret Speed Orgasm technique, and a short time later she is clawing at my head, pushing her hips into my face, crying out and sighing; all good things. After she catches her breath, she asks if she can return the favor."Why most certainly", I reply. The girl has skills, my brothers, for such a young little fish. After I catch my breath, we make out and cuddle for a few more minutes, I walk her to her door, kiss goodnight, and am off into the soft darkness. Start to finish, less than 12 hours, all due, I am convinced, to texting. You got to know the language if you want to talk to the natives, in this case, young, young babies. I am currently texting with two other babies as I write this, so this may be my new preferred method of fishing. Take it and run with it my friends, if you have not done so already.

In the world of Ironies of All Ironies, when I turn my phone on this morning, I get a text from ATF, asking if I'd like to have breakfast with her on Monday and check out the new place, and in particular the bedroom. Yahoo for me, I think. I don't want to lose her, but I can't get hurt again. I am going to try and keep what little emotional distance I have at this point and see how I feel Monday night.

Keep up the good work, my brothers, and let's get to posting, shall we.

Scott[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=AliasSM; 1473173]The txting suggestion is a good one. I usually give my hobby email out as part of the first contact message anyway. Why not go the next step and give the SB potential another easy option. They are much more inclined to send a quick txt message.

Alias.[/QUOTE]Don't know why I haven't been doing this all along! It does burn up the minutes on my pay-as-you-go phone however. Anyone know of a solution that still maintains absolute anonymity? At least my phone somehow came with a double-minutes bonus, so a 60 minute card actually nets me 120. Occasionally I do something smart! I will say that I am using "LOL" and emoticons a lot more than I ever thought I would at my advanced age. As I said, if you want to talk to the natives, you need to know the language (LOL).

As for my ATF, I am cautiously looking forward to tomorrow. I have so incredibly missed her body, and her sweet face, and her slightly goofy laugh, and her short blonde hair, and the way her eyes crinkle up when she smiles, and how I love her smell, and her skin, and just how incredibly comfortable we are together - and well, as you all tediously know, everything. It will take all my strength to stay in the moment, and not go back to thinking that it's the way it was. Damage has been done. But on the other hand I think "so what?"

Two M&Gs scheduled for next week, one with a married baby, which I have to confess I find incredibly erotic, but a disappointing walk-by with a follow up "no thanks", from a baby today. She wasn't as hot as [I]her[/I] photo looked either - LOL. (Sorry)

Polo has been quietly inquiring if I have lost interest (not) but I feel like I need to solve this ATF issue once and for all before I can fully commit to the next phase of my Sugar Life, which will be filling the creel with sweet little fish as fast as I can.

Happy Father's Day,

Scott

My brothers,

I am about to head out to see my ATF after more than a month of comparative radio silence, and no meet-ups, casual or otherwise. I have a bad feeling that I am going to learn something that I don't want to learn, whether it is that she wants to break it off, or the magic is gone for me. I am seriously contemplating cancelling, but I won't.

Think good thoughts for me: that what needs to happen will happen.

We shall see,

Scott

Unless it really, really fucking sucks!

It's over, my friends. I knew it the minute I saw her face. A guy her age that was in her circle of friends has suddenly become significant, and she wants to see where it will go. She says she also wants to keep me in her life, but I think that was just being nice. We shall see.

I am strangely calm, but it may just be shock. Can't process much more than this at the moment.

Scott

Yes after 6 weeks my ATF says let's get together. So I travel to see her and. She has a "commited relationship" but wants to keep seeing each other on the sly. Assuming I buy her a car. And he keeps calling every few hours as looks like he is a control freak. No can do. This is the guy who convinced her I was the anti-christ because I am married. What a strange world. Hurt yes but hanging on would hurt more. Oh well. More fishies in the sea.

Scott, you know I feel your pain. I know it's just a matter of time until I hear those same words. At least she had the guts to tell you to your face instead of doing the young 'uns chicken shit thing of just deleting you from her contact list. You have been preparing for this so just absorb the grief until the anger kicks in. I'm guessing it won't take as long as you think. Speaking for others, we feel for you my friend as we're just a phone call / text / email away from being there ourselves.

[QUOTE=F Scott; 1474145]Unless it really, really fucking sucks!

It's over, my friends. I knew it the minute I saw her face. A guy her age that was in her circle of friends has suddenly become significant, and she wants to see where it will go. She says she also wants to keep me in her life, but I think that was just being nice. We shall see.

I am strangely calm, but it may just be shock. Can't process much more than this at the moment.

Scott[/QUOTE]My condolences, Scott. As Magic said, at least she was kind enough to do it face to face, though I realize that doesn't really make it suck any less. I, too, am struggling with some distance (both emotional and physical) issues with my ATF, and it isn't any fun at all.

But I can say this: She might not be "just being nice." If she feels for you even a fraction of what you feel for her, you can bet you will be one of her first calls if / when the new guy becomes old news. I urge you to be open to that possibility, because being the guy who's always there for her definitely has its perks.

[QUOTE=Magic Rat;1474160]At least she had the guts to tell you to your face instead of doing the young 'uns chicken shit thing of just deleting you from her contact list. Speaking for others, we feel for you my friend as we're just a phone call / text / email away from being there ourselves.[/QUOTE]Magic,

Thank you for your support, public and private. I really did appreciate her having the grace to tell me in person, and I told her so. It is offering me a sense of closure that I did not have before, and something to think about, in hindsight, that is helpful in the healing process. Maybe this guy will turn out to be a douche, (75% likely) and we will be on again in a month or so; maybe not. In any case, I am proud of how I handled things, and appreciative of how she handled things, so now it's just a question for me of healing my wounds. It was nine great months, which Mandy tells us is two more than I should have expected, so I count myself lucky.

I am looking forward to laying low for a bit; Polo and my British baby have suddenly lost their luster, and my 18 yo goth seems childish to me now. I'm sure things will change; nothing is constant but change, so they say, but for a bit I am looking forward to floating along, and not rowing so hard.

Peace, my friends. There is a bottle of pinot that is calling to me, and I am frankly unable to resist at this moment.

Yours,

Scott

Scott,

Sorry to hear about your ATF but as much as it hurts now let her have her space and keep the lines of communication open for the future. If the time comes where she wants to get physical again I wouldn't let it get serious again just make it a friends with benefits relationship. You can trust each other it seems and this would give you some fun with someone you are attracted and can trust at the same time. Sometimes that is hard to find.

Fix

Magic, Droo, Fix, Drummer, Joe, Nando, Sub, JoyD, Mandy and all my other brothers who have chimed in to offer their words of support - THANK YOU!

I had a really good day today, and am in a really great head space. Each of you contributed something to helping me get there, so, though I hope the time never comes for you, please let me repay you by being your sounding board should life in The Bowl get just a little too intense.

Once again, I feel the need to lay low for a bit, (am I bi-polar?) but I will continue to enjoy your exploits. I never expected to fall so fucking hard for my ATF, but all in all, I would not trade what we had for a lessening of the heartache I have felt. It took me four months to find her, so when I am back to full game again, I won't try to make every shiny new baby into her. No matter what happens with us in the future, no one can take away the thing we had, and the really fantastic memories I will take with me to the Old Folks Home.

Signing off before I start quoting Barry Manilow,

Scott

I still maintain that this is the best sub-forum on USASG, so I feel a little guilty for being absent lately. But something happened this week that I must report, as I know we have discussed it in general terms before, and the specifics of my situation may help other gents in their SB pursuits.

With the warm Midwestern summer upon us, I've frankly found myself more interested in pursuits other than SBs. Golf, swimming, jogging, and other outdoor activities are high on my priority list right now, and work is absolutely killing me. Plus, I have incurred some unexpected expenses at home. So taking even one or two evenings a week to visit the FC is a challenge. I therefore decided I needed to adjust my approximately six-week-old arrangement with SB23. I decided to call her, hoping that she would suggest a less-frequent, less-allowance arrangement, but I suspected she would demur and bow out altogether. Well, that's more or less what she did. She suggested one last two-week allowance for two final meetings, after which we will move on. I knew paying upfront for two "final" meetings was risky, but I also knew that (1) she would have to show to meeting #1 to collect, and (2) even if she bolted on meeting #2, I'd at least be done. I like the girl, so I basically decided why not roll the dice on two more quality fucks.

We met last week for final #1. The sex was good, and she was enthusiastic and creative, but honestly, my heart just wasn't into it. But that is neither here nor there. It was what occurred after that is important.

While I was getting dressed to leave, I texted the landlord to let her know that I would be "leaving work" momentarily. She confirmed my ETA in response. I'm putting on my shoes, and I look over at the bed, and SB23 has crawled in. I must have given her a quizzical look, because she replied that she was feeling nauseated and needed to rest a few minutes. Alarm bells went off immediately. I was screwed. I was due home by a certain time (although traffic can be unpredictable, especially with the construction going on), and SB23 was basically refusing to leave. She said she wasn't sure what the problem was, but that I could go and she would leave a few minutes after me, when she felt better. Um, hell no. Does anyone else see her potential endgame here?

I figured she wanted me to leave so she could use the hotel TV system to look up my "guest folio" and figure out my real name. Now, maybe she did have an upset stomach, but what better way for an enterprising young baby to keep the cash coming in--when she's been told it's going to dry up--than to find out my real name to set up a blackmail scheme? Someone please tell me I'm crazy or overreacting, but I need to be cautious here.

In the end, she forced my hand. In the heat of the moment, I couldn't come up with another excuse to delay my ETA home, and I'm not the kind of guy to forcibly evict a SB from my room. Maybe I should be, but I'm not. So I left. I left her there. Alone. In my room, with access to my real name.

I heard from her the next day, with her thanking me for being "such a gentleman" for sitting with her for as long as I could. She said she rested maybe 30 minutes more, talked with her sister on the phone, and then left. We've made plans for our final visit next week.

Now before you all descend on me, I acknowledge what I did wrong here. And I won't repeat the mistakes. And I say all of this so that maybe someone else doesn't repeat the mistakes either. But all hope is not lost. See, I've done my homework on her, too. She doesn't know it, but I know virtually EVERYTHING about her: real name (interesting aside: she uses her real last name, but not her real first name), home address, real phone number, DL number, etc, etc, etc. I can't go into details about how I acquired this information, though it is all available. So, I have ammunition to fight back should things get ugly.

OK, now on to my question: Given all of this, do I meet with her our last time next week and play it off like nothing's wrong? For all I know, she really was feeling sick, and she never thought to check the TV. Or, she figured out my name, but was merely curious and doesn't plan to do anything with it. Or do I just cancel the meeting and call the unused allowance a parting gift?

As always, thanks for your thoughts and enjoy the beautiful weekend.

Joe

Joe,

Since you have already acknowledged that it was a bad call I'm not going to ride you for that. You have a legitimate concern about revealing intelligence on yourself. You would not have put yourself into this situation if you had of just gone 'cold turkey' on the pussy and simply never bothered to inform your SB that it was over. Sometimes is it best to have her wonder what is going on. A unexpected interruption of cash flow keeps her off balance and gives you the tactical advantage when you wish to reengage.

The real issue is all of the bad things that can happen when you leave someone else in a hotel room that has your name attached to it. The worst case scenario: A crime of ANY type occurs in the room. Now my friend you are between a rock and a hard place. Local law enforcement rolls up on you. If you give yourself up, it is on the record. If you invoke your constitutional rights, further investigation by 5-O is going drag your name through the mud. You see you name in the paper. Friends, work colleagues, and clients start looking at you funny. You are forced to have one or more uncomfortable conversations with your landlord that at best overdraws your trust account and at worse results in an eviction.

Now what I just presented is called absolute risk. Relative risk is the type you took. You were with a known quantity. You looked at all of the risk factors and decided it was a risk you were willing to take. We all make those types of decisions each day.

In the future my suggestion would be to wait until you have left the building before establishing your ETA with the Warden (oops I mean landlord) when returning from your work release pass. I don't see a reason to skip your final meeting. If she wanted the information she has it. If she plays that card you are prepared to fight back. Enjoy that last visit and make sure you hit the bottom of her pussy hole! Pound that nasty thing thru the mattress!

SubCmdr Out.

[QUOTE=JoesParty; 1477979]While I was getting dressed to leave, I texted the landlord to let her know that I would be "leaving work" momentarily. She confirmed my ETA in response. I'm putting on my shoes, and I look over at the bed, and SB23 has crawled in. I must have given her a quizzical look, because she replied that she was feeling nauseated and needed to rest a few minutes. Alarm bells went off immediately. I was screwed. I was due home by a certain time (although traffic can be unpredictable, especially with the construction going on) , and SB23 was basically refusing to leave. She said she wasn't sure what the problem was, but that I could go and she would leave a few minutes after me, when she felt better. Um, hell no. Does anyone else see her potential endgame here?

I figured she wanted me to leave so she could use the hotel TV system to look up my "guest folio" and figure out my real name. Now, maybe she did have an upset stomach, but what better way for an enterprising young baby to keep the cash coming in-when she's been told it's going to dry up-than to find out my real name to set up a blackmail scheme? Someone please tell me I'm crazy or overreacting, but I need to be cautious here.

In the end, she forced my hand. In the heat of the moment, I couldn't come up with another excuse to delay my ETA home, and I'm not the kind of guy to forcibly evict a SB from my room. Maybe I should be, but I'm not. So I left. I left her there. Alone. In my room, with access to my real name.[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=SubCmdr; 1478055]I don't see a reason to skip your final meeting. If she wanted the information she has it. If she plays that card you are prepared to fight back. Enjoy that last visit and make sure you hit the bottom of her pussy hole! Pound that nasty thing thru the mattress!

SubCmdr Out.[/QUOTE]Exactly the encouragement I needed to hear, Cmdr! I plan on doing just this tomorrow afternoon.

[QUOTE=JoesParty;1478723]Exactly the encouragement I needed to hear, Cmdr! I plan on doing just this tomorrow afternoon.[/QUOTE]My guess is the odds would be significantly less than 50/50 that she shows tomorrow and goes balls to the wall in the FC. Moreover, I would look for a no-show, or maybe an appearance so that she can inform you of some reason why you shouldn't cast her to the wind, or beg for continuance of the allowance because she is destitute, et al. Can't imagine since you are basically cutting her off at the knees that all will function as normal, so I would be prepared for anything and highly surprised or even shocked if it turns out to be a robust bang-a-rama.