Tag Archives: Vegas

One Thing My Sugar Daddy Does So Much Better Than My Husband Ever Could: Part 2

After break­fast, the Stet­son man and I both show­ered and got ready for the day. The limo picked us up, as it always did in Las Vegas, and the Stet­son man instructed the dri­ver to go straight to the Bel­la­gio hotel. I thought this to be a bit odd, since all of his employ­ees were stay­ing there. I even asked him if he wanted to gam­ble some­where a bit safer, where we […]

One Thing My Sugar Daddy Does So Much Better Than My Husband Ever Could: Part 1

Early on in my rela­tion­ship with the Stet­son man, we were in Las Vegas, yet again. It seemed like Las Vegas was our favorite place to get away, mostly because our age dif­fer­ence was not frowned upon in Vegas. We would be some­what like any other cou­ple who was just out for a good time. How­ever, for this trip in par­tic­u­lar, we were there for his business—kind of. A large group of […]

The Night I Gave My Older Man the Scare of His Life: Part 2

After throw­ing back a few more drinks, I some­how man­aged to get myself to my room. I had a bite to eat and took a shower. I was try­ing to get myself ready to meet my rich, older boyfriend—the Stet­son man—who would be down­stairs very soon. I think I even said out loud a few times that I was “ready to go to work,” so to speak. At some point dur­ing my […]

The Night I Gave My Older Man the Scare of His Life: Part 1

For the first few trips with my older, wealthy boyfriend—the Stet­son man—I had always insisted on us hav­ing sep­a­rate hotel rooms. Apart from the obvi­ous ratio­nale of not want­ing my hus­band to call and have the front desk acci­den­tally reveal any­thing incrim­i­nat­ing, there was another rea­son: I never again wanted to share another home, room, or bath­room with a man. There is some­thing about the daily func­tions of life that takes the […]