Baby Steps

I often get asked by potentials how I even thought up being an SB. How did the idea enter into my pretty little head? It's actually a rather interesting story, although this certainly isn't what I tell potentials. Not that I advocate lying... but that's a whole other topic!

It was a confluence of events. Of course, Belle de Jour had already planted the seeds of sex for pay in my mind back in high school. I had a glamorized vision of being a prostitute. Granted, Belle was very lucky, very high end, and worked in England where the legal situation is quite different.

When I first started college I thought about selling/donating my eggs to an infertile couple. I'm quite the catch as far as egg donors go apparently, but as I mentioned before , I absolutely refuse to inflict any unnecessary pain on myself, so twice daily injections for a couple of months wasn't in the cards.

I knew I wanted extra cash though. I'd always been the girl in the middle, with never as much cool stuff as my wealthy friends, although I certainly wasn't poor. I was sick of that. I wanted Hermes. I wanted a nicer ipod. Hell, I just wanted to be able to buy songs on itunes and not illegally download them!

For a women's studies class I took I wrote a paper on the history of concubines in China, compared to the recent uptick in the number of sugar babies there. In the past couple of years there have been a couple of high profile cases of wealthy men and their young, attractive girlfriends. I found the topic fascinating.

So it became my new favorite fantasy. At first I didn't put myself into the role, but slowly I started seeing myself as a girlfriend to a wealthy man.

But how does one meet a wealthy guy, let alone make it clear to him that this 19 year old college student is interested in him? I went to the internet for answers, of course!

And that's how I stumbled across the sites, eventually signing up for one... and the rest is history! Nearly four years later, and I am still happy to be meeting potentials and crossing my fingers that this one is my perfect SD!

Hello Darlings!

I've been gone for a while. Just needed to sort things out. As I mentioned earlier, I haven't been and active SB for nearly a year. However, all that is changing.

I'm back on the prowl!

So, I will be posting again, hopefully fairly frequently, all about my new search for the perfect SD. I already have quite a few potentials lined up, and can't wait to tell you about them!

A little more about me!

I've talked a bit about myself before, but never really laid out what it is I am offering to these men.

I am a full-time college student at a pretty good school (if I do say so myself). I am not a liberal-arts major, but rather in a professional program. I am very involved on campus in many different groups and I have a great bunch of friends, from school, work, and elsewhere. I do not do any sort of drugs, although I do drink occasionally, but never binge drink.

All in all I think that I have a very bright future ahead of me!

I am also fairly attractive, although I am not a total stunner and I know it. I am taller than average, but my body will never be model thin. I have long hair, but not barbie-doll blonde. What I'm trying to say is that physically I don't stand out too much, but I am still attractive. In general these men want the traditional standards of beauty, and I have those. I am never dressed too flashy and I never draw more attention to myself than necessary. And that's how they want it (if they're married, like most are).

I had a normal childhood in a suburban area. I went to private schools starting with preschool and education was always stressed. My family is upper-middle class. There were richer kids in my high school, but there were poorer ones too. I was right in the middle.

I have a good relationship with both my parents, if a very traditional one. I love my siblings with everything I have and I'd like to think I've been a good older sister.

This is what sells in the SD/SB world. A normal, everyday, girl-next door type. If I had blonde hair I would be the perfect SB!

Maybe I'll consider dying it...naw!

A little introduction

I'm a college student who just happens to, occasionally and secretly, meet up with men who are at a minimum twice my age to go to dinner, get a drink, and fuck. For money.

Do I consider myself a prostitute? No, but I have no problem with prostitutes in general and have considered switching over. To be honest, I don't think I'm a strong enough person to handle escorting without major consequences.

I also don't consider myself an escort because I think most escorts would be offended my presumption. I don't do half what they do. If you really like to use the word, perhaps something along the lines of hook-lite would work. And yes, I stole that from the amazing 'Diary of a Manhattan Call Girl.'

I don't even like the term 'sugar baby,' but it seems the most common label for girls like me. When I first started I was infatuated with the term 'mistress' and the history behind it. I think I still may be, but I've learned to accept being called many other things along the way.

This is my place to share the crazy, funny, and sad things that have happened since I first started seeing men for money. Hopefully someone will think it's as interesting as I do!