This happened in 2014, when I was in my mid-twenties. Just as a way of introductions and context, I live in Australia (Melbourne, at that point in time), Asian, and blessed with neither a chiselled body nor packing a massive cock. That being said, I’m confident and do okay with picking up ladies – but that’s another story for another time.
This story is really how I started getting hooked into the idea of sugar daddy-ing, and I’ve had quite a number of stories which I’m happy to share further if that’s of interest.
You might remember the good old days of “whisper”, the app where people make confessions and you can actually message them with a hope of a reply. One fine afternoon, while I was at work (I was working as an analyst), I got bored and started scrolling through the app in the toilet when I came across a local post that read “really want that dress, maybe I should try being a sugar baby”. Being the horny bastard that I am, I cheekily replied “well, I hope you’re at least 18, otherwise you might get people in trouble”.