At Home with My Sugar Daddy

A lot of my girlfriends ask me, now that they know I have a wealthy benefactor, whether we do nothing but jet around the world or spend all our time up to the wildest things in bed. I'm also often at home with my sugar daddy

All I can say is: no, it's basically like with any other partner, except that we have a certain mental independence from each other. He would never introduce me as his girlfriend, and I wouldn't call him my boyfriend. We have an arrangement, and I don't need a title like boyfriend. And when people ask what it's like at home with my sugar daddy, all I can say is: like with plenty of other couples, sometimes more exciting, sometimes less.

At home with my sugar daddy isn't just about the bedroom!

Most people know this from their own lives. You get to know each other, everything is new and exciting, but after a while that fades, or rather you simply know a bit more about the other person. Then comes the phase that isn't so bad at all, the cuddling phase, where you don't have to explain much. Let me give you an example: at the start, my sugar daddy kept pretty quiet about his private life, which I'm part of, after all! So I kept digging, but he stayed stubborn. These days you can find out a lot about someone online, and lo and behold, my daddy Richard is married! I'm his little secret, so to speak. Okay, I can live with that, because that way of his, grabbing everything and taking charge, gets on my nerves. So we see each other once a week, and he gets to decide.

At home with my sugar daddy - my apartment is our nest

When it comes to being at home with my sugar daddy, all I can say is: without him I wouldn't have this swanky apartment at all. Before we met, I even lived in a shared apartment with another girl. The daily fight over the bathroom every morning, aargh! That's over now that Richard takes care of me. He said right away: this won't do, I'll find something nice where we're alone and where you feel at home. And I do, even if I find the rich neighbors a bit silly. I think they can tell what's going on, and that as a student I could never afford this place. Recently one snooty woman from the second floor said, "Well, your father certainly set you up with a nice little student pad." I didn't say anything. Daddy or father, whatever, as long as I'm comfortable. And when Richard comes over, we gossip about the people in the building. On the Upper East Side they're all so "refined", but even they have their dark sides! Anyway, I love being home with my guy: I cook, he enjoys, then we get cozy in front of the fireplace: at home with my sugar daddy!