A few years ago, I basically had a sugar mama. Let’s call her Jen. Jen was 5-6 years older than me, established in her career, and around the big city on an international assignment for a year in finance. She liked luxury bags, tight fitting office clothes, getting plowed, and avoiding cooking. Physically she was slim yet busty, with long dark hair, and the kind of ass you can’t have without hard work.
In contrast, I was a student living in a college town who didn’t quite have his life together. I liked professional women, and met up with Jen via a dating app while visiting the big city. There weren’t sparks quite yet, but after a few days we learned that we matched each other’s sexual tastes quite well.
We proceeded to get into a pretty regular routine: every couple of weeks, I would travel to the big city and stay at her place. Being on an international assignment, she had an amazing apartment paid by her company and it was fun to be in. She would pay for expensive ingredients, I would cook with them. She would buy me some nice clothes, I’d wear them for her. She would buy some sex toys, I’d help her use them.