My sugar daddy, Keith, was holding up to his entire end of the bargain by making sure I was never without. I was never in need or want, and I was happy that I decided to leave with him that fateful day we met. He had fallen for me and I saw it in his actions and the way he spoke to me. He cared and it showed. I had started to fall in love with him. No matter what I was doing, I wanted to make time for our phone calls. Those calls sustained me as much as they did him. It took us six months to see each other again and by then, we were both in love.
His age didn’t matter, and though I would have wanted him taller, the fact that in his eyes I was his queen was all that mattered. He arrived that December and I was elated. He brought me two suitcases filled with clothes and shoes and I was extremely surprised that he had managed to get my size correct. I had never had a man shop for me.
We made love that night for the first time. He was the third man I was going to be with and I was nervous. I was a little bushy below and he bravely took the reins and expertly shaved me. Afterwards, we showered together before he went down on me. I have had oral sex before, but it was nothing compared to what he was doing. He was my first real orgasm and I was hooked.
He kissed every part of my body and ignited feelings I never knew I had. He stirred something in me and showed me how pleasurable sex could be with the right person—it was an art and he captured it perfectly. I never knew I would be so hooked on sex with him, but for an older man, he seemed to have been battery operated and knew exactly what to do. He would go on and on, even after ejaculating. That night, we made love four times in a row and got very little sleep.
His vacation was all about me, and he would call to let me know what he was doing at every move. He would sneak away for a few minutes just to see me, and then sneak back. I had forgotten about the fact that he was married. His wife was never mentioned and when we were together, she hardly called.
I had introduced him to my family and they all liked him. My mom loved the fact that he doted on me and she was happy that I was finally happy. Though she wasn’t pleased he was married, I was very stubborn and she knew that no matter what, I would not have left him until I felt I wanted to or had to.