Maestro was definitely taken back and surprised, but didn’t push back or walk away. He was encapsulated and in disbelief to be sought after by a younger woman—27 years younger, to be exact—and it was a turn-on for him. Our time spent together got more and more flirtatious, as it was intense. Maestro took care of me during our brief time together. Getting ready for college isn’t cheap, and in return, I gladly took care of him.
We often snuck around and, as I said before, had sex in many daring places. The most dangerous was probably a toss up between his living room couch while his wife was home and in the school concession stand while football practice was taking place. This was exhilarating and amazing. We had a lot of fun, until Maestro decided that he wanted to focus on his marriage. We knew it wasn’t ever going to go anywhere, but for a short time, we were happy and fulfilled.
It was around this time that I graciously accepted his decision and refocused my sights elsewhere. What Maestro had given me was just a taste of the life that I could have, if I lived in a more populated area than the small American town I was living in at the time.
I knew that I wanted to be a kept woman, taken care of and treated like a queen, while still fulfilling my sexual appetite. After some careful consideration and reflection, I decided to put myself out there on an online dating web site, looking for a specific age range of 40 or older. Not specifically looking for a “sugar daddy” at the time (as I hadn’t quite put two and two together), I knew it wouldn’t be long before I found someone who would spoil me the way I craved, the way I watched my mom be spoiled from her older lovers and husbands. Quite frankly, it’s the way society encourages treatment of women, and I’m more than OK with that.