Ah, the good old days. I love a SD-SB relationship. As long as you are both singing from the same hymn sheet. I have my profile up on several sites, and straight off the bat, it is not unusual to chat for a bit, skype, then arrange a meet, where he covers the costs of travel, which will include some serious shopping, nice hotel, and then shag him senseless. As to items purchased, get a gift receipt if you can.

Ah so it's true then. Some ladies accept (expensive) gifts instead of money. I only write this because when one gent replied to my FT ad, he got quite upset when I only wanted cash. As he said, he was happy to take me out for dinners, trips, buy designer clothes etc. I wasn't sure if he was for real, so it's good to know that some people are actually just looking for that.

A woman once told me that there are 3 types of Sugar Daddies:

• The Gift Daddy. Is only happy to give presents as he doesn't like to "pay for sex" or "visit a prostitute".  
• The Cash Daddy. Is propably a lot more closer to escorting, unless he helps with your bills or maybe pays a monthly allowance. Is really the type which appeals to me most.
• The Cash and Gift daddy. Combination of both, but I'm not too sure how it works? I mean whether you know on beforehand what you're going to get when you meet.

Apparently an American lady has written a book on how to meet SDs as she herself managed to get cars, houses etc by this. I can't remember the title though, plus at this level it sounds like she really was their fulltime girlfriend.

Thank you Violette (and others) for your tips! Yes it does seem like I wasn't totally wrong in thinking that one should tone down the "I work as an Escort" truth and instead market yourself as a "nice and innocent girl with money troubles".

 

Lena, you WG-radar will come in soo handy here. Some things to look out for:
Offers a large allowance after one email, and wants you to send pictures.
Wants you to describe what will happen the first time you meet.
Another thing, is there are some poor lost souls, REALLY looking for love in the wrong place. You will get loads of these. Politely, but firmly turn them down.
Another thing to do, google them! Make sure they are who they say they are.
Unlike working with a direct pay client, SDs need a bit more work to get the good stuff out of them; it is along term investment of time and effort.

Violette, thanks for the tips!

It seems to be a way to blurred and I am quite sure that many of advertised sd's are just punters who are looking for cheaper options. Anyway, as you have already said, it is probably possible to get smth out of it but it takes time...

Sammy, this is a common thing, what you will find is that some of these guys have been burned, and are a bit more cautious. I would go and have lunch and see how you get on. Dress, nicely, and once he sees you are a genuine person, it will put some of his fears to rest.

darlingsssss, I have missed you all. (Honestly!) So much has been happening my way, I havent been able to read the forum, nevertheless get my whore on.  But this morning, i took a glance and I saw sugar daddies and knew booom. Must be fate.

My history with SDs has been a sordid one, but it is as the always sage Violette has mentioned a very very delicate balance. It requires a great deal of you-- yourself, your emotions, your time. And the money issue is always a sensitive topic. And as mentioned before most of these men just need a damn escort, they are fooling themselves. So you play along and play the damsel in distress role, and do your thing, I actually recently procured ANOTHER sd, but honestly sabotaged the entire thing. I simply couldn't do it. He was unbelieveably needy, unbelieveably WASPy (think: trips to Block Island and Nantucket, bland food and history of drinking too much) and just a simple bore. BUT- he always treated me with respect. And I appreciated that.  We went on a short trip together that nearly drove infuckingsane, and I was forced to spend 4 hrs in each direction, listening and pretending to be interested. By the time we reached his condo in the mountains I was ready to murder him and drive the car back home. I jerked him off instead.

While I was giving him the rub and tickle, I was unbelieveably disgusted. Not with me of course , but him. I just couldnt go down the road again with pretending to be horny all the fucking and pretending like I wasn't pretty much revolted by him. (In retrospect, I started to get my period so maybe......this may have affected my thinking ) Whats funny is he had such an issue with "what he was doing to his wife" that we decided it may be better to move on. He even offered to pass me on to some rich friend of his, but I dont think he ever spoke with him.

Times like this I want to escort more than ever. The separatism is righteous. They have their lives and you yours. I still have an SD, but with him it is very different, and we care about and understand each other deeply. I'm actually due to meet his daughter soon. (Nervous! She's only 3,4 years younger  Bound to be interesting.) He is a brilliant CEO and has helped advise me on business and etc. But still, the relationship carries some weirdness. But it helps EXTREMELY, to have some sort of affection for these men. Otherwise you might drive a fucking nail through his head. Or worse, yours.

My point is, I may have lost my edge with SDs, or maybe it was a bad spell. But it is a situation I wouldnt suggest for everyone. If money is your focus, just be prepared to deal with alot. And be prepared to realize it may a take a bit more effort to find your perfect SD

I forgot to mention that the disasterous SD was in fact as Violette mentioned- lost soul looking to fall in love. Blech. Ladies, proceed with caution when encountering one of these men. I choose the run, not walk option. Preferably in the opposite direction.

To be completely frank if ever I secretly haboured an idea that this kind of arrangement would make my life easier, it is looooong gone now. Id so much rather earn my fee,go home and switch off. Rather than have the constant needy me,me,me. Or if you invest emotion then me,me,me so long as the wife is blissfully unaware and its at his convenience. Sod that for a game of soldiers? Me too.