Straight Female / 25
I Have A Benefactor And He Has Sex With Me
I had sex last night. He woke up here and showered, dressed and went to work. He is my benefactor, pays for my college, I go full time. I live in a decent apartment near the University and I drive a nice car. I am fully dependent, he doesn't want me to work or have any source of income. In return, I am available when he wants to come over, I keep his favorite food and drink around, I do cook for him unless he wants to go out. If it is dark and the lights are off I assume that it would be two normal people making love.
But the truth is that I am not what most people would think of as a Sugar Baby. I am very ordinary, from a small rural town, not blessed by the Gods with good looks. If anything I am probably plain, ugly. The first time I faced the sex event was with him, He met me at a diner where I waitressed, I pretended to be a struggling college student, but I was not enrolled.
He is a man of the world, an executive with a large multinational corporation. He is very manly and attractive, I've witnessed dozens of instances of women throwing themselves at him. He is very wealthy, from work not from inheritance. He had a wife for many years but his marriage dissolved over an affair he had with a 23 year old princess. She has a child with him and that broke up his marriage.
Sex with him is plain vanilla, home style sex. He works me until I am receptive and he mounts me the old fashioned way. The most out of normal sex we've had was at a motel when we were driving to Sarasota. He had driven all day and was exhausted from the drive and I took out my little book on how to please your man and gave him oral sex and wore a see through thong. That day I sat on his chest with my vulnerable lady bits exposed for him to see, before lowering myself on his face. But that's it. Sex is at night, when he comes over, he rubs me up, gets me receptive and mounts me like the Priest wants.
I used to be intimidated by sex. Sex talk was always something I avoided. In the waitressing business women talk a lot about sex, as if they are the aggressors. I did this, I did that. No they didn't, he did this, he did that, she got fucked. There is a lot of pretension, they are just happy when some man turns off the lights and fucks them. That's the truth, they got lucky, and that's the life I led. Except no one turned down the lights and I pleasured myself. I achieved orgasms, some very deep. I found that watching porn versus reading porn, reading got me a lot wetter, a lot faster and I could make things up in my head while I read. Watching never did much to me. Live watching? But I never had that chance. That's where I found this site to read, and I still do when isn't going to come over. I'm omnivorous, gay, lesbian, straight, r**e, i****t, you name it, I read it and I can get wet and go for it.
Maybe that's why my life of plain missionary sex with the lights off with this man is so boring. Although I recognize that I do have sex and I'm not waiting tables and I am in college and I will graduate, as long as he is happy.
But the truth is that I am not what most people would think of as a Sugar Baby. I am very ordinary, from a small rural town, not blessed by the Gods with good looks. If anything I am probably plain, ugly. The first time I faced the sex event was with him, He met me at a diner where I waitressed, I pretended to be a struggling college student, but I was not enrolled.
He is a man of the world, an executive with a large multinational corporation. He is very manly and attractive, I've witnessed dozens of instances of women throwing themselves at him. He is very wealthy, from work not from inheritance. He had a wife for many years but his marriage dissolved over an affair he had with a 23 year old princess. She has a child with him and that broke up his marriage.
Sex with him is plain vanilla, home style sex. He works me until I am receptive and he mounts me the old fashioned way. The most out of normal sex we've had was at a motel when we were driving to Sarasota. He had driven all day and was exhausted from the drive and I took out my little book on how to please your man and gave him oral sex and wore a see through thong. That day I sat on his chest with my vulnerable lady bits exposed for him to see, before lowering myself on his face. But that's it. Sex is at night, when he comes over, he rubs me up, gets me receptive and mounts me like the Priest wants.
I used to be intimidated by sex. Sex talk was always something I avoided. In the waitressing business women talk a lot about sex, as if they are the aggressors. I did this, I did that. No they didn't, he did this, he did that, she got fucked. There is a lot of pretension, they are just happy when some man turns off the lights and fucks them. That's the truth, they got lucky, and that's the life I led. Except no one turned down the lights and I pleasured myself. I achieved orgasms, some very deep. I found that watching porn versus reading porn, reading got me a lot wetter, a lot faster and I could make things up in my head while I read. Watching never did much to me. Live watching? But I never had that chance. That's where I found this site to read, and I still do when isn't going to come over. I'm omnivorous, gay, lesbian, straight, r**e, i****t, you name it, I read it and I can get wet and go for it.
Maybe that's why my life of plain missionary sex with the lights off with this man is so boring. Although I recognize that I do have sex and I'm not waiting tables and I am in college and I will graduate, as long as he is happy.
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