My Life as a Sugar Baby

Before I met my rich man, my life as a sugar baby was monotonous. I have always loved luxury goods, expensive handbags, clothes and travel.

Back then, though, that wasn't financially possible for me because I came from a poor family. I trained as an office administrator, and my dream of wealth only came true when I started dating rich men for money. I was paid simply to look good, flutter my eyelashes and be an attractive companion. With some men I also had to sleep.

My life as a sugar baby wasn't easy

I often asked myself where dating ends and prostitution begins. At times I had to sell my soul for money. That often put me in a dissatisfied state of mind. In return, though, I finally got the luxury I had always wished for. I no longer had to work in an office and threw myself from one date into the next.

My life as a sugar baby was marked by superficiality

There was no room for love, romance or feelings. I had to function to be the perfect little doll and always have a smile on my lips. There were men who were sometimes so difficult that I got goosebumps all over just at the thought of another date coming up. As mentioned above, perfection was demanded of me. I was often looked down on and humiliated. I got no emotional comfort for my assignments. Again and again I had to remind myself that I was doing this because of my financial situation.

As a sugar baby, though, I also got around a lot and have already seen much of the world. I was in Mauritius, the Maldives, Thailand and on a Nile cruise in Egypt. My ticket was paid for, the hotel stay too, and during the trips I got beautiful gifts and even extra dresses, just so I would look good next to my sugar daddy. Over time I lost my inner self. Something inside me broke, because I simply lacked a down-to-earth anchor.

Right on the day I decided to put this lifestyle behind me, I was contacted by a millionaire of advanced age. His name was Henry. I resolved that it would be my last assignment, and it was, because he asked me whether I would be willing to marry him. Without really thinking about it, I said yes.

So my life as a sugar baby went on, with the difference that I no longer dated other men. I was now Henry's trophy wife. I had to be there at all his events. While he supported me materially and financially, I was his good-looking little doll and helpful to his reputation and career.
Yes, my life as a sugar baby was, and probably never will be, boring...