




Back to mid-February 2018-- I finally found what I'd been seeking for a couple months: a sugar daddy to support me and my educational goals. On the path to finding him, I went on a number of dates with guys who didn't end up being "the one". These dates all consisted of platonic coffee or dinner together (I attached some pics of the outfits I wore), just to test our chemistry-- with one notable exception. On that date, he convinced me to come over to his beautiful house and let him cook dinner for me. I made sure he was safe before I agreed, don't worry. We had intense chemistry, great rapport, and after a few glasses of the Dom Perignon he opened for me, my panties were off. We took a bath together, he gave me a massage, and then we had great sex. I mean, can you blame me? Despite that night of awesome sex, he didn't end up being the one either. My boyfriend was feeling a little jealous of how much I loved his dick, so I cut things off. Shortly thereafter, I found Peter, who would end up supporting me for the next 18 months. More on him later. :)