"Sugarbabies" / "Arrangements" Amateurs or Not?

**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.

**AliasSM** · 12-04-12 06:26

I can't believe it's been 4 days since the last post on this forum. What's up with you guys anyway? I have to admit that I've been lazy lately and haven't taken the time to update the board with my SD experiences for quite a while. So, although I don't have any earth shattering news to share, I feel I need to "prime the pump" a little here to get the water flowing once again.

I depend on you guys for my entertainment and education, so I feel like something is missing from my life when I don't have at least a couple of new posts a day to read to keep me going. Anyway, here is where this old SD is with his current escapades:

Since most of my SBs have been local college girls, this week is an interesting time for me. I have met and stayed in contact with several college SBs over the past year and it is the end of the first semester this week for most of our local campuses. This is both good and bad depending on the SB.

1. My oldest SB (22 yo AA business major) is graduating this semester and moving back home until she finds a job. She has asked to meet one last time this week before she heads out to pursue her future. Although I've moved on from her several months ago, can't resist the farewell meeting in the FC before she leaves on Saturday. I've considered attending her graduation just for the sentimental reason of seeing her move on and knowing that it was my contributions that help make it all possible. But probably won't take to time to sit through it anyway. She has been fun, but it's time to move on.

2. My standby ATF college SB (20 yo AA SB pre-law major) also called me last week to say she would be heading home for over a month between semesters. She takes her last finals this week and wants to meet at least 2 more times before she departs until mid January. I'm sure she needs the Christmas money, and I don't think she has any other SD contacts besides me to get it. Of course, I will accommodate her request. Saw her late last week and have another meeting set up tomorrow.

3. My newest ATF (21 yo AA art major SB) is too busy to meet this week due to finals, but she assures me that she wants to get back into full FC action next week. She will stay in the area throughout the holidays, and will have a lot of time on her hands to meet over the next month until classes start up again. She is my favorite favorite ATF if that makes sense. She is the sweetest young girl I think I have ever met. So although I'm down to a single SB over the next 30 days or so, the SB world has been treating me pretty well and I do not plan to renew my SA membership anytime soon looking for new talent.

So that's where my SB mongering has brought me to at this point. I have been in the hunt for the last 10 months or so, and it seems like it has all cum together at once to make life real interesting for the upcoming holiday season. Keep searching out there! You will strike gold sometime when you least expect it.

Alias

**Mr Strict** · 11-30-12 09:43

Originally Posted by Spitfire [View Original Post]

I got an email from her also, asked her to email me off the site. When I got the email, I checked facebook using the email address and of course the person on facebook looked nothing like the girl in the ad. I didn't respond further.

I too received an email from her. I don't ever reply or bother with distance POT SB's because it's a waste of time for me. I spend way too much time recruiting the locals to cast my net into some faraway pond.

Psycho be*tch going to be psycho.

Strict

**Spitfire** · 11-30-12 09:13

Originally Posted by SubCmdr [View Original Post]

http://www.sugardaddyforme.com/profi...t-MS-SugarBaby

Running a scam. When psyco after she asked for me to pay her $55 phone bill and I refused.

Placed my phone number on some automatic spam site.

From random numbers I get 5 text messages in a row with a automated nasty message to me.

I finally figured out that the bot waits for you to respond before sending you the messages. So, that is that is the simple way to stop it.

SubCmdr out

I got an email from her also, asked her to email me off the site. When I got the email, I checked facebook using the email address and of course the person on facebook looked nothing like the girl in the ad. I didn't respond further.

**SubCmdr** · 11-30-12 01:13

http://www.sugardaddyforme.com/profi...t-MS-SugarBaby

Running a scam. When psyco after she asked for me to pay her $55 phone bill and I refused.

Placed my phone number on some automatic spam site.

From random numbers I get 5 text messages in a row with a automated nasty message to me.

I finally figured out that the bot waits for you to respond before sending you the messages. So, that is that is the simple way to stop it.

SubCmdr out

**Kyowa** · 11-28-12 07:09

As far as I've learned (unless I'm mis-remembering) a few years ago, from my friend who was trained as & worked as an S' T' I' prevention outreach-counselor, the only way to determine if anyone has H' S' V' {"herpes simplex" virus} is to find the outbreak-site[s] & get a sample from the "blister" there: there wasn't any mouth-swab-test or blood-draw-test that would reliably detect that infection; but there could be new blood-draw-tests, now, that will detect it even when there is no lesion to biopsy; I'd think, in that case however, that there'd be no "look-back-period" when anyone would be contagious or infectious without having visible sores.

But as for H' I' V' {"human immunodeficiency" virus: the one that causes A'I'D's} that "look-back-period" effect is quite true: it can take from four to eight weeks from the time the person gets infected before any tests can detect that they are infected; however I don't think it's been clearly established whether the person carrying the virus can transmit it during that initial incubation period; as far as I've read: the A'I'D's-scientists are still not absolutely sure just how contagious H'I'V' in semen is during fellatio &\or well-lubricated_but_unprotected vaginal intercourse where there are no abrasions or bleeding gums or open sores or other exposures of sub-mucosal tissues; I know that there are several well-documented cases of infected men having extensive unprotected coitus {but not un-lubricated anal or other "rough" sex that can cause blood-exposures} with their S'O's for long periods of time after the male-partner became infected without the female-partner becoming infected! (my friend had two couples, who were in long-term sexual-relationships, that came to him regularly for testing to see if it had infected the female-partner: which it hadn't)

The OraSure oral-swab test, that is now available over-the-counter, is so sensitive that it can detect infection within five to seven weeks: the only "problem" is that it is so sensitive that it can sometimes result in FALSE "Positive" indications, which must then be verified or refuted by the drawn-blood test, which has to be cultured & read in a qualified lab' & therefor can't give an answer in less than a few days!

Originally Posted by Hercules78 [View Original Post]

Met a SB from SA today. First meeting. She's willing to go bare back and spend all night as long as I do 400 each visit. Very pretty, works in a local university. What was a little surprising was she says she gets "tested" each month, just broke from a relationship of three years and would be willing to go bare back after her results come next week. She advised (not demanded) that I should get tested too. Anyways, why would she need to get tested every month? I am thinking she's probably going bare with many people. I think I'm going to pass. Better to be safe than sorry! Just thought I'd share my story with the team here.

Originally Posted by Golfcart [View Original Post]

I'm sure I read somewhere those tests are not accurate up to the minute like taking one's temperature; that they have a "look-back period:" as to which period they are not reliable. To state this as an example, a clean report on a test run today would reflect the medical condition as of the girl (hypothetically) 60 days ago so any bug acquired during the immediately preceding 60 days would not show up on the report as a positive. I don't know what the delay is but I'm sure this is one. And if a girl was clean yesterday and caught a bug today I don't know how quickly she would become contagious. Seems to me there might be a different answer depending on the group of bugs on the test.

Originally Posted by HappyKampr75 [View Original Post]

I agree with Golfcart, tests are redundant if performed frequently. No medical reason to take that many, that often. If you have an SB the idea is a longer relationship, and not a revolving door for other guys.

Originally Posted by Rob Taylor [View Original Post]

Hello I work in the Biotech industry; there is a cure and preventive vaccine for HSV2 coming in 2014. _ Google genecoa.

Originally Posted by Spitfire [View Original Post]

It's Genocea and it's a preventive vaccine, not a cure.

Originally Posted by F Scott [View Original Post]

Am I the only one who sees trouble here? This girl already knows what buttons to push to get more sugar. What does that say about her amateur status, or lack thereof? At the very least, she has been around the block a few times. If it were me, I'd pass, regardless of the type of bug you might or might not catch.

Originally Posted by Zomby [View Original Post]

This whole thing screams "pro", or at least,"professional sugar baby." _ /z

**Rob Taylor** · 11-28-12 02:00

Originally Posted by Spitfire [View Original Post]

It's Genocea and it's a preventive vaccine, not a cure.

When the product is given to people with HSV. 2 it completly neutralizes the virus and makes untraceable and incapable of transmission. It is a therapeutic vaccine and preventive vaccine.

The PH II study being conducted now is being done with HSV2 positive patients.