"Sugarbabies" / "Arrangements" Amateurs or Not?

**Joesouncool** · 12-09-12 10:18

Originally Posted by BigTigger [View Original Post]

Just talked on the phone with a 32 year old sb. Very cute and shapely. Conversation was great and we will be meeting soon. My research turned up that she works for a company that I am getting ready to be a consultant to. This could be really convenient or potential disaster. Should I continue or just pass?

BigTigg

BT, as one that went down this path and decided to solder on, my suggestion would be to either dump the sb or dump the consulting gig. I also realize that you will do whatever you decide to do. The draw of the sb and the draw of the money are two hard items to ignore. I can only wish that you survive whatever you decide to do. Happy Hunting!

**SubCmdr** · 12-08-12 22:19

Originally Posted by BigTigger [View Original Post]

Just talked on the phone with a 32 year old sb. Very cute and shapely. Conversation was great and we will be meeting soon. My research turned up that she works for a company that I am getting ready to be a consultant to. This could be really convenient or potential disaster. Should I continue or just pass?

BigTigg

Pass. Seems like overexposure to me. I believe your situation would represent a absolute risk that is simply too high.

This SD / SB stuff is complicated enough. Don't make this the most expensive pussy you ever have. Disengage and set your sites on another target until your business interests and pussy interests are no longer intertwined.

SubCmdr Out!

**Spitfire** · 12-08-12 11:02

Originally Posted by BigTigger [View Original Post]

Just talked on the phone with a 32 year old sb. Very cute and shapely. Conversation was great and we will be meeting soon. My research turned up that she works for a company that I am getting ready to be a consultant to. This could be really convenient or potential disaster. Should I continue or just pass?

BigTigg

Pass, Pass, Pass. Never mix business and pleasure.

**BigTigger** · 12-07-12 22:24

Just talked on the phone with a 32 year old sb. Very cute and shapely. Conversation was great and we will be meeting soon. My research turned up that she works for a company that I am getting ready to be a consultant to. This could be really convenient or potential disaster. Should I continue or just pass?

BigTigg

**Zomby** · 12-07-12 19:28

Originally Posted by AliasSM [View Original Post]

I can't believe it's been 4 days since the last post on this forum. What's up with you guys anyway?

Well, for my part, I suppose I could regale you all with stories of the good sex I've been having with my one and only SB, but how long before that got too boring? And despite the long term nature of my relationship with her, she's the only one I've ever had, so I really don't have that much experience in the Sugar Bowl and can't really contribute on that score, either. (:

/z

**Zomby** · 12-07-12 19:20

Originally Posted by F Scott [View Original Post]

My brothers, if you have never experienced what it is like to suddenly acquire a super power, this is the way to do it. I swear I could hear the guy breathing, and I certainly could hear the pounding of my heart. After a minute or two, he goes into the bathroom, at which point she opens the door, grabs me by the shirt, and pushes me towards the front door. I beeline out of there, fully understanding that this was no gay roommate, but more surely a boyfriend or husband!

ROFL! My friend, don't get used to that adrenaline rush, it'll kill you! (:

I have managed to avoid that sort of thing by the simple virtue of never using her place or my place. I've lost a couple that way, but it's the one rule I have yet to break.

But awesome story, brother, awesome story.

/z

**CantWinLosin** · 12-07-12 16:21

Scott, that's a great one! .

I've been absent because I've been occupied with a new SB for the last few weeks - mid-30's, blond, slim, *very* attractive and sensual, really great in the sack (and a squirter.) But she's turning out to be a real Nando 1. She was married until not that long ago to a pretty well off guy and got used to a standard of living she can't begin to hold up on her own $12/hr income, has gotten over her head, and is always panicked and begging money. The drama's getting to be too much. She needs someone who can afford her, and for that guy she'd be an exceptional find... but I ain't the one.

**AliasSM** · 12-07-12 08:34

I also got a good laugh out of your close call. I'll bet the adrenaline was flowing freely by the time you got your butt out of the door. I've never had a close call with a husband or BF, but don't think I would have been as calm and collected as you. I'm sure that little Scottie was all shrunk up and in hiding by the time you hit the car.

Glad to hear that you are back in rare form though. Keep up the great posts. 2 of my 3 HYCBs have gone home between semesters, so I'm down to just one to tide me over until January. Probably for the best though. They are wearing this old man out. It's a tough job but someone has to do it.

Alias

**F Scott** · 12-07-12 08:19

Originally Posted by Hornytoad1 [View Original Post]

Funny stuff, I was on the edge of my seat with that story and my heart was beating fast. Just so I get the complete picture, how old are the 2 of you. Be safe

I'm 54, she is 23, so pretty close in age haha!

**Hornytoad1** · 12-06-12 18:23

Funny stuff, I was on the edge of my seat with that story and my heart was beating fast. Just so I get the complete picture, how old are the 2 of you. Be safe

**Joesouncool** · 12-06-12 18:19

Originally Posted by F Scott [View Original Post]

Gentlemen,

I had an interesting experience yesterday that I know some of you have probably had once or twice in your careers, but for me it was a first.

I met a hot, young baby for lunch last week at one of my favorite spots, and had high hopes that my hometown curse would soon be lifted. The food was great, as always, but the conversation, in a word, sucked. It reminded me of the last time I was there with that AA baby; this new one and I had nothing in common besides a love of craft beers and The Great Gatsby, and this I only discerned after the most painful and laborious interview process imaginable. We parted with what I thought was a strong, and mutual, disinterest in every clapping eyes on each other again, so imagine my surprise when a few days later I got a text from her saying what a great time she had, and how much she was looking forward to seeing me again, soon.

"WTF", I thought, and texted her back that I had felt the same way, and suggested that the next meeting be somewhere "more private." My thinking here was that I had absolutely nothing to lose, and if she replied that I was a perverted old goat, I would be no worse off. Seconds later came this response,"my thoughts exactly!" WTF, again! So arrangements were hurriedly made for a quick drink around the corner from her apartment a few days hence, after which we would repair to her place for some aerobics.

The appointed day, yesterday, arrived, we did in fact meet as planned (which has not been happening with any regularity for me lately) , and as we are walking back to her condo, she mentioned that we would need to be a little aware of the time, since her gay male roommate would be home from work in about an hour or so. No problem, thinks I, for I am primed and at the ready. Once we get inside, she says she needs to go to the bathroom, and I use the time to snoop around. The first thing I notice is that everything in the living room is nicely and fully laid out and integrated, by which I mean there is no segregation of books, or dvds or things of that nature, and the furniture all matches and is of a consistent style and look. I open the refrigerator, and there is no division of shelves for "her food" and "his food"; again it's all integrated as if two people are living there together, as opposed to two roommates living there separately.

Hmm, the Spidey Sense is beginning to tingle, but so is Scottie, and he has more of my attention at this moment, so I let her lead me back to the "guest room", where we get down to work, and a good time was had by all. Just as I am suiting up Scottie for Round 2, we hear the unmistakeable sound of the front door opening, and my baby jumps up, turns off the light and pushes the lock on the door, all the while whispering "shit, shit, shit." This does not strike me as the kind of reaction to a gay roommate, male or female, suddenly coming home early. For me, the mood is killed at this point, so I put the minimum amount of clothes on in order to get me out the door, stuff the rest in my pockets, and stand next to Naked Baby, listening. My brothers, if you have never experienced what it is like to suddenly acquire super hearing power, this is the way to do it. I swear I could hear the guy breathing, and I certainly could hear the pounding of my heart. After a minute or two, he goes into the bathroom, at which point she opens the door, grabs me by the shirt, and pushes me towards the front door. I beeline out of there, fully understanding that this was no gay roommate, but more surely a boyfriend or husband! I have to admit that once I made it safely onto the street, and into my car, with the doors locked and motor running, I felt a little like James Bond, but I'm not sure how many more of those experiences the old ticker can take.

Sitting in the car, I shoot Bond Girl a text, saying how fun and exciting that was, but next time suggesting that we keep it to just the two of us, and get back a "for sure xoxo", so I assume her cover has not been blown and point the car towards HQ and safety. If that were all, it would be memory enough, but this afternoon I got a longer text thanking me, in part, for being so discreet and speedy in exiting the apartment, and ending with this: "for an old guy, you really know how to fuck LOL! Can't wait for next time!" You know, I'll take it as a compliment.

More fun to come, now that my local bad luck streak is hopefully broken.

Keep up the good work,

Scott

Scott, That is a hilareous story. Not the same, but along the same lines.

I got a text from my fuckbuddy over thanksgiving asking if I would pick her up at the airport on the Tuesday after thanksgiving. She said her plane get's in at 2:30. Even though she has been really flaky and not putting out recently, I was decided to give it a shot. Free pussy does tend to motivate one. I would see about moving a meeting and seeing about picking her up. It ends up she was delayed and I picked her up at 5:45 pm. That worked out way better for me. We got to her place, she lives with her nephew. We take a shower together and she starts to tell me she has to tan and then I need to take her to work, yes, she is a dancer at a sc. I sit down on the bed and say absolutely not. I tell her that she has been flaky and that I didn't drive 100 miles out of my way to get nothing. No more than I say that, her phone rings, and I can hear some loud man's voice on the other end. She keeps talking to him while I am just sitting there. Sounds like family stuff. She gets off the phone and tells me that it is her dad, that he is mad because she wasn't at the airport when he showed up to pick her up, and he is coming to her place. I started down my list of her flakiness. She jumps on the bed and says "ok, I get it. Hurry, make it quick." I did it as quick as my old man body would go, then she gets mad when I pull out and finish on her blanket (hahahaha). Another quick shower, she complains about my needing to hurry up and leave, gives me some bottled water out of the refig, the nephew who had sat on the couch in the next room saying "Trust me, pappi won't understand you at all, hurry up" and she makes out with me at the door as I finally get out of there. She calls me later that night, I cleared by about 10 minutes.

PS. This was in Atlanta. I just happened across this story in the forum list and thought it was funny.

**WoodSlinger** · 12-06-12 18:15

Holy shit, that is nerves of steel my man. Way to keep your cool and composure during a most awkward moment. Do tell how the next rendezvous plays out. That type of dangerous stuff can also add to the intensity of the moment.

Maybe you can fuck her while he's passed out drunk and sleeping in their bed.

WS out!

**F Scott** · 12-06-12 17:48

Gentlemen,

I had an interesting experience yesterday that I know some of you have probably had once or twice in your careers, but for me it was a first.

I met a hot, young baby for lunch last week at one of my favorite spots, and had high hopes that my hometown curse would soon be lifted. The food was great, as always, but the conversation, in a word, sucked. It reminded me of the last time I was there with that AA baby; this new one and I had nothing in common besides a love of craft beers and The Great Gatsby, and this I only discerned after the most painful and laborious interview process imaginable. We parted with what I thought was a strong, and mutual, disinterest in every clapping eyes on each other again, so imagine my surprise when a few days later I got a text from her saying what a great time she had, and how much she was looking forward to seeing me again, soon.

"WTF", I thought, and texted her back that I had felt the same way, and suggested that the next meeting be somewhere "more private." My thinking here was that I had absolutely nothing to lose, and if she replied that I was a perverted old goat, I would be no worse off. Seconds later came this response,"my thoughts exactly!" WTF, again! So arrangements were hurriedly made for a quick drink around the corner from her apartment a few days hence, after which we would repair to her place for some aerobics.

The appointed day, yesterday, arrived, we did in fact meet as planned (which has not been happening with any regularity for me lately) , and as we are walking back to her condo, she mentioned that we would need to be a little aware of the time, since her gay male roommate would be home from work in about an hour or so. No problem, thinks I, for I am primed and at the ready. Once we get inside, she says she needs to go to the bathroom, and I use the time to snoop around. The first thing I notice is that everything in the living room is nicely and fully laid out and integrated, by which I mean there is no segregation of books, or dvds or things of that nature, and the furniture all matches and is of a consistent style and look. I open the refrigerator, and there is no division of shelves for "her food" and "his food"; again it's all integrated as if two people are living there together, as opposed to two roommates living there separately.

Hmm, the Spidey Sense is beginning to tingle, but so is Scottie, and he has more of my attention at this moment, so I let her lead me back to the "guest room", where we get down to work, and a good time was had by all. Just as I am suiting Scottie up for Round 2, we hear the unmistakeable sound of the front door opening, and my baby jumps up, turns off the light and pushes the lock on the door in one swift movement, all the while whispering "shit, shit, shit." Now this does not strike me as the kind of reaction to a gay roommate, male or female, suddenly coming home early, nor at this point is the mood really conducive to further romance, so I put the minimum amount of clothes on in order to get out the door, stuff the rest in my pockets, and stand next to Naked Baby, listening. My brothers, if you have never experienced what it is like to suddenly acquire a super power, this is the way to do it. I swear I could hear the guy breathing, and I certainly could hear the pounding of my heart. After a minute or two, he goes into the bathroom, at which point she opens the door, grabs me by the shirt, and pushes me towards the front door. I beeline out of there, fully understanding that this was no gay roommate, but more surely a boyfriend or husband! I have to admit that once I made it safely onto the street, and into my car, with the doors locked and motor running, I felt a little like James Bond, but I'm not sure how many more of those experiences the old ticker can take.

Sitting in the car, I shoot Bond Girl a text, saying how fun and exciting that was, but next time suggesting that we keep it to just the two of us, and get back a "for sure xoxo", so I assume her cover has not been blown and point the car towards HQ and safety. If that were all, it would be memory enough, but this afternoon I got a longer text thanking me, in part, for being so discreet and speedy in exiting the apartment, and ending with this: "for an old guy, you really know how to fuck lol! Can't wait for next time!" You know, I'll take it as a compliment.

More fun to come, now that my local bad luck streak is hopefully broken.

Keep up the good work,

Scott

**Hernando** · 12-04-12 12:32

I had a spate of applicants some time ago out of the blue and had problems with time and funds management. I guess when it rains it pours. But I have found a lovely SB who I am really enjoying and I see as a long term GF / SB. We enjoy each other and have some amazing love sessions. The problem I am having is funds management since being separated and going through intense scrutiny financially I can not free up as much cash as I want and need to. We go out fairly often which adds up in addition to the regular donation. So I have to work through these issues with her. Depending on how strict she needs and wants to be I might have to cut back on our time together. That would be a bummer.

**John G Smith** · 12-04-12 09:10

I've been pretty quiet lately because I pretty much found what I was looking for. My ATF SB is basically like a mistress / quasi-girlfriend. We talk or chat just about everyday. I don't give her a set $ per meet nor do I give her a set monthly allowance. I do help out with her rent but it's pretty free-flowing and I mainly just give her $ randomly when something comes up or if I feel like treating her to something.

Because of this, honestly it doesn't feel like the usual by the numbers SD / SB arrangement. It's more organic. I rarely give her straight-up cash on our meets. We might do some light shopping, goto the movies, and then to the FC. I might send her 150-300 in the middle of the week for something, I might not. So I'm not a walking ATM with her. I'm more like a money tree that sometimes drops fruit and that requires some care on her part. Some of you may think,"Isn't that the same thing?". No it's not. When you're a walking ATM, your SB looks at your meets strictly as a $$ cash withdraw. She yanks your joystick and $$ dispenses out of your wallet. Whereas when you're a money tree, your SB will be more concerned with nurturing and keeping you happy overall so that you continue to bear fruit for her. It's not about expecting X amount of cash on individual meets with her, it's more about having a continuous steady harvest of $$ from my money branches.

The way things are going it seems like we could last awhile. We're both pretty laid-back. There's no "contractual" requirements that could trip us up (ie. Things like, Must meet 3-4 per month, must give her x amount of allowance per meet, and etc). I doubt she'll end things unless she needs to "move on" to a new stage in her life. I'm happy with her with the attention she gives me and she's smokin hot. To avoid boredom I might see an escort here and there, but I'm keeping her as my primary and only SB so I can devote all my recreational resources to her to keep the relationship enjoyable for both parties.

And honestly with my crazy work schedule right now, I just don't have the time needed to hunt down and balance a new stable of SBs. So having one quality SB works best for my current situation right now.

So in my case, the sound of silence has meant things have been going well.