Lesbian Female / 51
It Must Be Hormones, Or Lack Of Them, But I Am A Sugar Baby Now
I fit the lonely spinster model. I am unmarried, and never married. In my youth I lived a lesbian life and had several partners over time, but none that have stuck around. In my forties I gave up on arrangements and from time to time would meet some woman and we would have a couple of weekends together.
It was during this period of time that I met a man and went to work for him. For the money. At this job I found that I got up early and enjoyed the company of my coworkers and my boss. He had the ability to simply take me as I was. Yes, I got jealous when a younger woman would go to him for fatherly advice. He had the habit, although none of the women pulled away from him, of putting his arm around their shoulders and soliciting a kiss on the cheek. More than one of these women stood on tiptoes to get a peck on the lips. When his hand fell down their back and over their rump I got the worse feelings of jealousy I had ever experienced.
And these women wanted to be hugged, where his hands fell was indifferent to them. The kiss on the lips was not only wanted, they gave into his kiss with a return kiss of their own. What was happening with these women, what hold did he have on them. Little by little I began to learn that all of them at one time or the other had been in his bed, he made love to them and they couldn't wait their turn again.
From a business point of view the team worked together, the older women there made allowances for the younger women to spend time with him, advice was given on how to dress and how to present themselves for him. The older women were in on the game, they sheltered their wards and presented them to him. Was this a cult, some sort of sex cult? And me, on the sideline, because I wasn't one of them.
A young woman came to work, just out of college and it became very apparent to anyone around that her preferences were towards women who spent their times at the gym. Hard bodied women, with strong arms and thighs. She worked out a lot, and one of the older women on the team approached me and asked me to mentor her. She needs a mommy figure in her life, a woman to show her the way.
Her kisses were genuine, her arms around my neck, her body next to mine. She needed a Sugar Mommy and is it turned out, I needed a Sugar Baby of mine. We made love, not just sex. Yes, she still stared at these gym women, but they did not hold her in their arms. My days of being on the lookout were over, I had entered Sugar Mommy times. I understood them, the girls that flocked to their Sugar Daddy, who took care of them, and made love to them.
But one day, during the days that we were mostly working from home, he came over because we needed to discuss a report that had been requested by the Board. Money wasn't moving the same way, collections were a lot more difficult, and vendors didn't always deliver. Operations were affected, and we needed a plan. He chose me to be the one to put together the plan. That's why we met at my place that afternoon.
He 'fucked the shit out of me'. Tore into me. Never before had I carried semen in me, now it was there and there would be more. I was a 46 year old lesbian in the midst of going through menopause when this man chose me to bend to him, to fuck me into submission, to suck on his cock. My mind was in tatters, I could not for the life of me understand how I could let him spank my ass, and grab me by the pussy, before fucking me. But I did, I let him fuck me over and over until I fucked back.
When he kisses me it's all over. He doesn't just kiss, he owns me when he does. I don't fight, I haven't fought since he first decided to bend me to him. When he kisses me all I want is more and more hugs, to be held and made love to. I am a 51 year old woman, going to be 52 pretty soon, and I met him for lunch yesterday, I got a long kiss and his hand on my rump. I 'begged' to be held, to be hugged. And we talked a little about my 'girl', and this and that 'girl', and they are all doing fine. Older, not so young, some on paths of their own.
He is my Sugar Daddy now, I am most certainly his Sugar Baby. Well, one of his Sugar Babies.
It was during this period of time that I met a man and went to work for him. For the money. At this job I found that I got up early and enjoyed the company of my coworkers and my boss. He had the ability to simply take me as I was. Yes, I got jealous when a younger woman would go to him for fatherly advice. He had the habit, although none of the women pulled away from him, of putting his arm around their shoulders and soliciting a kiss on the cheek. More than one of these women stood on tiptoes to get a peck on the lips. When his hand fell down their back and over their rump I got the worse feelings of jealousy I had ever experienced.
And these women wanted to be hugged, where his hands fell was indifferent to them. The kiss on the lips was not only wanted, they gave into his kiss with a return kiss of their own. What was happening with these women, what hold did he have on them. Little by little I began to learn that all of them at one time or the other had been in his bed, he made love to them and they couldn't wait their turn again.
From a business point of view the team worked together, the older women there made allowances for the younger women to spend time with him, advice was given on how to dress and how to present themselves for him. The older women were in on the game, they sheltered their wards and presented them to him. Was this a cult, some sort of sex cult? And me, on the sideline, because I wasn't one of them.
A young woman came to work, just out of college and it became very apparent to anyone around that her preferences were towards women who spent their times at the gym. Hard bodied women, with strong arms and thighs. She worked out a lot, and one of the older women on the team approached me and asked me to mentor her. She needs a mommy figure in her life, a woman to show her the way.
Her kisses were genuine, her arms around my neck, her body next to mine. She needed a Sugar Mommy and is it turned out, I needed a Sugar Baby of mine. We made love, not just sex. Yes, she still stared at these gym women, but they did not hold her in their arms. My days of being on the lookout were over, I had entered Sugar Mommy times. I understood them, the girls that flocked to their Sugar Daddy, who took care of them, and made love to them.
But one day, during the days that we were mostly working from home, he came over because we needed to discuss a report that had been requested by the Board. Money wasn't moving the same way, collections were a lot more difficult, and vendors didn't always deliver. Operations were affected, and we needed a plan. He chose me to be the one to put together the plan. That's why we met at my place that afternoon.
He 'fucked the shit out of me'. Tore into me. Never before had I carried semen in me, now it was there and there would be more. I was a 46 year old lesbian in the midst of going through menopause when this man chose me to bend to him, to fuck me into submission, to suck on his cock. My mind was in tatters, I could not for the life of me understand how I could let him spank my ass, and grab me by the pussy, before fucking me. But I did, I let him fuck me over and over until I fucked back.
When he kisses me it's all over. He doesn't just kiss, he owns me when he does. I don't fight, I haven't fought since he first decided to bend me to him. When he kisses me all I want is more and more hugs, to be held and made love to. I am a 51 year old woman, going to be 52 pretty soon, and I met him for lunch yesterday, I got a long kiss and his hand on my rump. I 'begged' to be held, to be hugged. And we talked a little about my 'girl', and this and that 'girl', and they are all doing fine. Older, not so young, some on paths of their own.
He is my Sugar Daddy now, I am most certainly his Sugar Baby. Well, one of his Sugar Babies.
