#daddy's journal

I told her I wanted to see her. She said she could but then tried to raise the price. We went back and forth for a half hour before we settled on our original amount. I jumped in the car and headed to the spot. Admittedly I was a little turned off. Lowkey wanted to cancel. I read somewhere girls get turned off when guys try to lowball or change the amount $$$. No different for Daddies. Changing and raising the price was the equivalent of a guy lowballing a woman. All that negotiating and pricing turn men off too.

I was still feeling some type of way when I pulled up to the hotel. It all changed 15 minutes later when I saw Angel walk into the room. I could feel the surge of passion in my loins as I watched that little body of hers. The little 5”1 Latina was wearing grey sweat pants, off white sport top that didn’t quite touch her tiny little waist and a navel piercing.  No makeup. Hair in a ponytail.  That negative energy quickly dissipated.

I went to the bathroom and dropped my pants so I can freshen up the boys. “Oh I wanted to tell you,” she said from the other room. “I’m going to Chicago this weekend. I’ll be gone for about 10 days.” I was like, “Glad I hit you up today. Maybe I can see you one more time before you leave. What day are you leaving?” “Probably Sunday,” she said.

I finished cleaning up and walked out. Angel was on the bed, naked with her legs tucked underneath. She looked like a present waiting to be unwrapped. Bartholomew jumped hard. She was kind of staring at it as we talked more about her upcoming trip.

I laid down on the bed. I wanted to see what that throat was like. She half climbed on top of me and started tonguing me down. I loved the Girlfriend experience. I was getting into it when she stopped and started kissing on my neck. Then worked here way down to my chest. Kissing on it and sucking on my breast. Then down to my stomach and then further down... Before I knew it Bart was in her mouth getting that sloppy toppy🍆💦 She stopped strategically and spit on him before returning to her work. The knowledge was strong with this one. She was smart. A genius even. She kept stopping and staring at it. Then slopping him up like a popsicle. Repeat...applying slober as needed. It was enough to drive a bloke insane. I was ready to explode but I couldn’t go out like that. I stopped her and told her it was my turn.

We switched and I slid  my tongue between her vulvae. She was fresh this time. My tongue found her clit and I went to licking it like a rabid animal. She put her hand on my head squeezed tight while I dined on that pretty muff. I grabbed her legs under her knees and pushed her legs back. Fuck it. I went down further and ate the groceries for a bit. Sometimes you just gotta freak these hoes down. Get them caught up.

I went back up to the clit and licked some more trying to make her cum. After several minutes it still hadn’t happened. Usually I would be patient...methodical until she got that nut. But babygirl had me going. I wanted to be inside of her.  I rose up, Bart hard off that vibranium I took earlier. As if she even needed to, she spit on her fingers and rubbed her kitty to prepare for entry. I slid right in. She was a little tight at first. I took my time with it...gentle...steady strokes to loosen her up. Soon I could feel her sugar walls relax.

She was ready. I plowed into that pussy like a jack hammer. I tried to knock the bottom out of it. Really I did. She took all of it too. That 😸was ready for war. Her eyes would open in disbelief as I got all in them guts. Hit that pelvic bone.  I was about to cum again but thought about them back shots from the last time. I flipped her over and slid in from the back for some canine. Last encounter she was down on her face, back arched. This time she was on all 4s preventing me from disrespecting her like last time.

It didn’t matter....the sight of my 🍆 going in and out, her wettness, made short work of me. I was doing all I could not to cum as I pounded her. She creamed the dick making me go even harder. After a few minutes I pulled out and sprayed boaw boaw boaw boaw boaw....all on her back. Young Nudy.

When I was done I sat back on my knees while she slid to the side of the bed and hopped off. “I’m going to clean myself,” she said. She disappeared into the bathroom and I laid down to enjoy the post nutt euphoria. When she came back I was at the sink doing my own hoe bath. She  told me more about her trip. She was going out to Chicago to dance at some club. Probably said the name but post nut had my brain foggy. We both got dressed and I slid the💲💲💰 in her purse as we hugged and kissed.

We talked for a bit more. I could tell she was a little nervous so I went ahead and started getting undressed. After I was down to my Polo underwear she started getting undressed. She ain’t have on much I reckon. By the time I dropped my drawers She had stepped out of her shoes, pulled off her top and dropped her pants. I reckon strippers really don’t wear undewear because she ain’t have none on. Just as well, her breast were tiny, perky like. A breast of fresh air for a bloke like me. Most chicks I deal with have had some time of cosmetic surgery. Her feet were cute too. White polish on the toenails....my weakness.

I was still flapping my gums when she walked up, stood on her tip toes, linked her arms around my neck and kissed me full on and shut me up. Our tongues locked and played with one another as we kissed like teenagers. I couldn’t imagine how many cocks she’d had in her mouth in the last 48 hours. I couldn’t be bothered to care at the moment. I was caught up.

My hands found their way to her that little ass, grabbing it, squeezing. Angel was what we call a "spinner". I rubbed her all over feeling her tight little body and enjoying every minute of it as we kissed. Just put her on the🍆 and spin her around she so little.I grabbed her by the waist and I lifted her up in the air. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me close. I started to stick my dick in her but I wanted to eat some of that kitty. I swung her around and threw her on the bed. I climbed on after her and put my face in between them little legs. I spit on the kitty and slid my tongue in between her vulvae on a journey to find the clit. Within a few seconds I found that little stubble and began thrashing it violently with my tongue.

I reckon Angel hadn’t freshened up before coming to see me. Little bit of an ordor but nothing to complain about. The next few moments where a blur. At some point I had put fingers just above the clit and pulled back giving me better access to it. The I started sucking it while I licked it. Her feet were in the air, toes curled. She wanted me to have full access. I could have ate the groceries but didn’t want to do to much on the first date. I loved to tell you I made her cum...but I couldn’t tell. She could be one of those chicks that cum but don’t show outwardly. Idk....I just know she enjoyed it.

I raised up and wiped my mouth. Bartholomew, high off that vibranium, was hard as a rock. She still had her feet in the air when I mounted up for missionary. I slid in and went straight to the bottom. And for the next several minutes I kept on hitting the bottom, trying to kill it.

I reckon Angel liked me digging her guts out. She cupped her hands under her knee and pulled her legs back further. Them pretty little white toes was pressed against the headboard. I didn’t want to cum like that tho. So I flipped her over for some canine.

What a sight. Spinners be the best for watching the dick go in and out. What a beautiful site...Bart sliding in and out that 😸 like that. I was giving her this work and she took every inch of the🍆. I grabbed her wrists and put her hands and behind her back like I was arresting her. I held them there while I pummeled the😸. Then I put my hands on her face to brace my self, got up on my tip toes and pounded her mid air like I was a porn star. I should do onlyfans.

She took it all. But there was not conquering her. She just took the abuse screaming. Finally my old age caught up with me. I got winded and tired from hold myself up so i dropped down to  my knees, pounded some more then pulled out and exploded - back shots.

When I was done i fell down beside her. After a moment she was still in the same doggie position, eye closed like she was savoring the moment. Cum was running down her side like frosting on a cake. She snapped out of it slid over and climbed out of bed. “I’m gonna clean up.”  She did no such a thing. She wiped my nut of her back, went and grabbed her clothes and started putting them on. Not even a hoe bath.  For some reason, not sure why, kinda turned me on. I was ready to fuck some more not to mention we had agreed on me doing 2 rounds. But she was like, “I got to get going baby,” she said. Then said something about having an errand. I let it slide.

Thursday Mar 31st Bubbles showed up 30 minutes late. It was cool. Sugarbabies always late. It can be annoying if you’re anal about that sort of thing or inexperienced. I’ve learned over the years to expect it especially if she’s under 25. Also I brought my laptop so I could keep working.

I was finishing up an email when she walked up to the table. I stood up and hugged her pretty ass. “I’m sorry for being late,” she said. We talked a bit while I finished up the email then I put my laptop away. “So quite an exciting start to the week,” I said. “You and Piper were turnt up Monday.”

“Oh my god,” she laughed. “We had so much fun after we talked to you until Piper got us kicked out the club again.” She spent a few minutes telling me what Piper did this time to get kicked out. “I haven’t heard from her since that night,” she said and finished her story. “I’m sure she’s somewhere with some guy getting used up. She’s like a dumb bitch.” She put her forefinger and middle finger together and said, “Like when we were fucking I was fingering her I could barely feel her walls. Like her pussys all stretched out.”

Am I really having this conversation? Only in the sugarbowl I tell you.

“I’m not even turned on by Piper anymore. So I just stopped and let her eat me out. You don’t want her babe,” she told me. “We can go out the club and find some new bitches to have fun with.”

“Let’s go tonight,” I suggested.  “We can go as soon as we get done eating.” She smiled and grabbed my hand, “Are you sure babe? You don’t have to get home?” I laughed. “Yes I do. But I can come up with an excuse.“ She lifted her glass. I lifted mine and we put them together. “Fuck it,” she said. “Lets do it.”

Dinner came and we just talked about miscellaneous stuff as we ate. She told me she had gone to the club the weekend before and pulled a girl. “We pulled a snowflake,” she said.  When I asked what a snowflake was she said, “White chick. Me and my roommate Mina pulled that bitch. Look I got pics.” She whipped out  her phone and said, “See?”

Damn. Bubbles had been cancelling dates left and right. I had been sure I was going to be letting her go. But that had been premature thinking :) No way I was letting my little scandalous, bisexual, Princess go. And, she was still avoiding having a real arrangement. She still wanted to continue to do per meet. I guess I’m just going to have to put up with her shit for now. I’m most definitely destined for a menage a trois with her and some other fine ass chick. Too good to pass up. I asked what a snowflake meant. “White chick,” she said.

“She let you take pics?” I asked. “Nah,” she said. “Me and Mina talked about it when we got her home. While we put on our outfits we scoped out how we would do it. Once she got on top, Mina just came in and snapped.”

A couple of guys a few tables over  kept staring at Bubbles. Baby girl was looking good in her jeans and T-shirt. Sexy af. When we finished eating, we decided to leave her car at the restaurant and take mine. She went to her trunk and pulled out a pair of heels. She pulledoff her sandals and put on the heels. I was like, “Really? We’re just going to a strip club.” She was like, “ That’s why I’m putting these on.”  

We got to the strip club and found a table in the middle of the room. The waitress came and we got a few drinks. We were still tipsy from the restaurant before so no point in stopping the fun. We were there 30 minutes before I told Bubbles I was surprised no one came up to talk to us. “They won’t” she said. “These bitches are intimidated by me.” We decided to have our own fun though. We started kissing again. I got change and got a stack of ones. Every girl I liked, Bubbles got up and went and tipped them. A couple of girls even gave her a kiss.  I’m loving this shit. Can’t think of when I’ve had this much fun.

Some of the guys at the other tables started taking note of Bubbles. The other strippers were checking her out too. I mean I like arm candy but after the third time of some guy blatantly staring at her, I felt a little awkward. Some of the blokes looked like they were about to come over and talk to her right in front of me.

Bubbles got up and went  go to the bathroom. About a few minutes later one of the strippers came and sat in my lap. “Hi Daddy,” she said. “I’m Candy.” I ran my hand all over Candy’s tight little, fat free 20 year old body. I got hard instantly. The Lamar Odom’s I’d taken early had kicked in and Bart was hard as a rock. She put her arm around me and we started chatting me up. Bubbles returned, all smiles. Like a complete fool, I introduced them to each other. I’ll explain why later.

“Your girl is really pretty,” Candy told me. “Why don’t you go sit in her lap,” I suggested to her.  She winced and looked away like she was blushing. “Oh no,” she chuckled, hiding her face. “I can’t do that. She’s too pretty.”

Bubbles took a sip of her drink and said, “Why don’t you take her for a table dance?” I smiled and then Candy and I left.  

After two songs I headed back to Bubbles. Candy said she’d be over later after she did something. Bubbles had a new Corona when I got to her. I flopped down, dick hard, ready to see if Bubbles was down for some 3 way love tonight.

“Fuck this place,” she said as soon as I sat down. I was like WTF? “What’s going on.” I could see she was visibly upset. “That bitch set us up,” she said. She took a sip of the Corona.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked. She started laughing, “Oh my God. I can’t believe this shit. That bitch followed me to the bathroom. But I didn’t’ pay it any mind. We got into the stalls and the bitch goes into the one next to me. Then she’s like, ‘Hey I don’t want you to think I’m stalking you but I just noticed you.’ So I’m like I’m trying to take a piss bitch. I’ll talk to you when we get out. Like WTF? So when I come out she’s waiting on me. Talking about ‘You’re really pretty. Is that your dude?’ I told her yea we’re dating. But he’s looking for some fun so go over and give him a table dance.”

I took a drink and said, “So you two already met? Fuck. I’m looking like a fool introducing you and shit.”

“Oh it gets better,” Bubbles said. “So you guys leave to go get your dance and then some old motherfucker comes over and sits down. He’s starts telling me how pretty I was and asking if I danced and shit. I’m like no. Get the fuck out of here. So the waitress comes and he tells her to get me another Corona. Then he’s all trying to tell me how he can take care of me. Buy me whatever I want. He’s rich…and all this shit. And not to worry about the other chick. She’s just a friend.  So I tell him I’m good and thanks for the offer but you take care of me enough already. So he’s like he can do more for me than you. But then he sees you coming back and then he leaves.”

I was dumbfounded at this point. I didn’t know what to say.  What to do even. “Babe let’s just go fuck,” she said, taking a long pull on her drink. Well that answered my question. I finish my drink and she takes a couple more swigs of the Corona and we head out. Now, I’m really enjoying this shit. I never knew the strip club could be so much fun. In the car, she’s rubbing on my dick. Still talking about the bullshit that just happened. “That bitch was stank and fucking ratchet,” she told me. I quoted the wise philosopher Kendric Lamar and told her, “Don’t kill my vibe.”  

“We need to go to a few other places I usually go to,” she said. “Catch some real bitches.”

I couldn’t think straight my dick was so hard. Between the table dance, the excitement, her rubbing my dick as I drove and the Lamar Odom’s I was about to explode. 

Inside the room we’re both still lowkey tripping on the stunt Candy and her “Daddy” pulled at the club. I climbed on top of Bubbles and started kissing her. She pushed me off her and said, “You know what I want…” I slid down to the kitty. “Mmmm,” she said. “I almost took you to the champagne room myself at the club. Looking at all those girls got me hot. I was ready for some head.”

I did as I was told, starting out slowly flicking my tongue like a snake against the clit. “Wait. Over just a little baby,” she said. I followed her instructions, moving my tongue. “Yes. Right there.” She arched her back and twisted her upper body as I begin to continuously thrash the clit.  “Fuck!” She started moaning and playing with her nipples. “Yes. Right there. Fuck!”  You know how it is when he’s licking it and he’s on the right spot. He moves just a little and it doesn’t feel the same anymore. Attempts to find that spot he was on have been lost forever. I’ve done it enough times to know not to venture into the unknown. Stay put. Stay put. And it paid off too. She came hard af. I don’t think she ever came like that. Her back arched and she bounced up and down like she was getting shock therapy or something. Then she went limp. I thought she had passed out. When I rose up and climbed back on top of her eyes were glazed. “What the fuck was that?” she asked.

I let her rest, then I went back down for round 2. As I licked she didn’t really respond. I looked up and saw her staring into space. Her eyes blinking. Like she was daydreaming. “Hey,” I yelled. “You ok?”

“Fuck babe,” she looked down at me. “What do you want from me. That’s the best anyone has ever ate my pussy. Like I don’t think I can cum again tonight.”

We tried some missionary and then her riding me but it just wasn’t there for  her. She had cum once and she had cum hard. Time for some knowledge to the finish me off. She made it good for Daddy. She played with the tip a bit, then did this combo move where she sucked the dick and licked my shaft at the same time. Didn’t take more than 5 minutes before I came, sparying the back of her throat with creamy protein. I think I convulsed a bit and jerked. That was a good one. She climbed on top of me and lay on my chest. We didn’t talk much. Both our bodies and minds were lost in the nut we’d both just given each other. The drama of the evening was gone, replaced by two good orgasms.

We got dressed and headed back to the restaurant to get her car. About half way there some old man pulled up to us at the light. I didn’t notice him but Bubbles did. “Who’s this guy?” she asked. I looked over and some dude was in a Porsche. Looked like a 91 from what I could tell.  He threw his head up like “What’s up?” “Motherfucker,” Bubbles said. “Like he’s being disrespectful. Can’t he see I’m with my dude?”

“He wants to race babe,” I told her. “This time its not about you.” She turned around and looked at me. “Let’s do it,” she said. I smiled back. My kind of girl.

I switched off the traction control and turned of the radio. The light turned green and we took off. We were neck and neck for  a good 30 seconds before he started to pull away. I shifted gears and ended that nonsense. I shifted again, the motor growled and I jumped 2 car lengths in a split second, passing Germany’s finest. “Buy fucker,” Bubbles said as we passed, waving her fingers at him. I kept my lead until I got caught at the next light.

Good ol’ Billy Ray. Some work under the hood and a several stacks made sure the foreign whip stayed in his place….in my rear view mirror. He pulled up beside me finally at the light, saying something. He started reving his motor again. “Whats he saying?” Bubbles asked. She was looking for the window switch to the let the motor down. “Who gives a fuck?” I said.

Pops came by my office again. “Is your report ready?” he asked. I told him I was putting the finishing touches on it. “Good,” he said. “We’re deciding bonuses tomorrow too.”

My mouth dropped. “I thought we wouldn’t be getting bonuses this year?” I asked. He chuckled and asked, “ Why not?”  I told him with the downturn and all the layoffs I figured we wouldn’t have one. He smiled: “All the layoffs increased revenue. We all think the Board will be happy with the actions we’ve taken. We have our core staff now and the sentiment is we need to send a message to everyone. We should have some good bonuses this year.”

We talked a bit more and then he left. I set back like

I went from getting laid off to getting a bonus? I was kicking myself from being paranoid. Then I thought about all the people that had lost their job and how I was benefiting from it. It was bittersweet. Corporate America...cold af. I decided to spend a little extra time on my report tho :)

That night I called the Oracle and told her everything about FC. “You know you’re not going to believe this,” she said. “But sounds like your girl is or was pregnant. I told you about my abortion before. I did all the same shit. I cried my heart out. Quit talking to every man in my life but my daddy.” I laughed out loud.

“Now it all makes sense,” she continued. “ The last time you were together she was crying. There’s only a few things that would make a strong chick cry to a man. Especially given your situation. And the way she was crying it had to be something pretty serious. I thought it was another guy but nah. This chick was pregnant. I’m telling you, I did the same shit. I got pregnant and I was mad at every dude I was talking to, even the ones I wasn’t talking to anymore. Nah she didn’t have a STD. Her ass was pregnant.”

I told her that was pretty far fetched. I mean, the Oracle usually gives good advice and 95% of the time she’s right. I think this was one was falling into the 5% range. The Oracle was like, “Think about dude. Put everything in perspective. She kept missing your dates. Then when you met, she cried like a baby. Needed you to give her a big hug. Then the next week she suddenly needs money. The amount she asked for sounds about like the cost of an abortion. Then she comes up with this discharge stuff and how she’s going to the doc and she’ll have to see you later.

“Then the next day she orchestrates the breakup. I’m telling you, she just needed an excuse to put you off. She was really playing you to let her symptoms clear up. Sounds like she went to the doc and realized she couldn’t have sex for several days after the abortion. And wtf happened to the money she needed? Mom or Dad probably gave her the money for the abortion. Or the dude she was pregnant by. And you better be glad you been wearing a condom. If it was your baby trust me she would be keeping it. Dude...give her about 2 weeks. She’ll be back. I put that on everything.” The Oracle went on with her read telling me how FC probably feeling pretty miserable and how after the abortion and things cleared up she’d feel like she got her mojo back. “My advice is to just pass on FC when she comes back around. Just concentrate on Bubbles.”

I had to admit it was the only thing that fit into the strange behavior, if nothing else explains the big crying spell she went through. Still it was pretty fantastic. I told the Oracle if FC came back I’d give her $100. She laughed. “Dude. Go ahead and give me my money now. This chick is coming back. I’m telling you.”

Then I admitted FC had already texted me today saying to say have a nice day. She was like, “Yea that $100 I’m getting may nails and toenails done...maybe I’ll put that on some shoes.....” We ended the call and I felt a sigh of relief.

Jynx texted me right before I went to bed. “Don’t forget about me daddy,” she said. Truth was I had forgot about her with all the FC excitement. But with FC gone I suddenly had more time on my hands. I texted Jynx back and told her I’d see her next week.

Wednesday March 9th Board of Director’s meeting. I put on a suit and got to work early. Not my one of my tailored ones. Some of the rack stuff. Had to down play my image a bit. If I got called into the BoD meeting I’d be ready tho.

However, the hours ticked by and nothing but closed doors and muffled voices from the Executives. Meanwhile, Tigress had been texting me. Still pushing to meet. She was a persistent little monster. And confident. I liked that shit even though I was really interested. But, with Firecracker out of the picture, I had a little free time.  I text her back and told her we could meet briefly that afternoon at Starbucks. By then the board should be done. She agreed.

A little bit before the meet, she texted “Can we meet at Alvin’s for drinks?” I told her I preferred to meet at Starbucks. “Well I’d prefer to meet for drinks,” she said. WTF? Now she’s been difficult. So I replied, “Do you want to meet or not?” We kept it at Starbucks.

Tigress was a pretty good looking woman. Definitely old enough to be some 20 year olds mother. She still could hold her own tho. Old cougar -- fucking with a young guy like me.  “I didn’t mean anything by wanting to change and meet for drinks,” she said. “I just had a little more time this afternoon and figured we could have drinks.”

“We can do something more formal next time,” I said. “I just wanted to get this meet out of the way.”

She smiled. “I’m used to getting what I want. So when you asked me if I want to meet or not, that kind of turned me on. I’m not used to a man being like that with me. “ I smiled back. “There’s not a lot of men like me.”

We talked for a good 30 minutes. Tigress was older than me but never said how much. She has her own house. Her kids are teenagers and decided to go live with their father so she’s in the big house all by herself. I told Tigress I was sorry for being so hard to schedule with. She told me she had a feeling about me. “I don’t know,” she said. “Its just something about you.” I was like, “How’s that? You hadn’t met me. We’ve only texted.” She was like “Yea, but you can tell how a person says things. Their word usage. Nah. I knew I had to meet you.”

We ended things with promises to meet again soon.

Thursday March 10th The board meeting went good. I didn’t get called into answer questions or anything. Overall the board was happy with the way things were going. Things were looking good at work.

I was leaving work for the day when the Payroll manager called me to her office. We’ve been cool since I started working there. Tight like frog’s ass. She let me know I was getting a bonus and how much it would be. I was like

I was in a pretty good mood when I pulled up to the restaurant to meet Bubbles. Firecracker picked the wrong time to break up with her sugardaddy. Bubbles was inside waiting when I got there, wearing some cute little denim one piece, hair up in a bun and what not. “Oh I love your outfit,” the hostess told her as she grabbed a couple of menus. She gave Bubbles the once over. I swore it was some lowkey lesbian shit. Appropriate since Bubbles is bi-sexual. The waitress wasn’t bad looking herself. For a moment I imagined what it would be like if we all got a room together.

“I’m sorry for cancelling so much,” B told me. “I’m feel so bad for doing that to you.” I told her not to worry about it. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “I really like you,” she said. “And that mouth of yours. Oh my god.” We both laughed. We talked for almost an hour about everything. I brought up the subject of an allowance again. “I’m still open to giving you an allowance baby. Something more structured than per meet. If you want to keep doing per meet that’s fine. But I’d like to really help you out. Maybe I can help with your rent and stuff.” I almost said pay her car note, but then I remembered that old bucket was paid for.

“That’s perfect babe,” she said. “I quit my job.  Well I didn’t really quit. I just didn’t go in one day and I haven’t been back since.” I asked what happened. “With you, my friends and my son, I just couldn’t keep up with it.” She grabbed my hand again. “I defnitely want to spend more time with you. I want to do more. See you more than once a week.” I smiled. It all sounded good to me. But curiously she never said she accepted the offer. I let it ride for now. “Let’s get out of here babe,” she winked her eye. “Let’s go have some fun.”

I got the check, paid the waiter and we were on our way. “Bye,” Bubbles told the hostess as we left. The hostess was like, “I love your hair like that. Its cute.” I better get Bubbles out of there before these two chicks start tribbing.

Bubbles had parked near the door. We talked about her following me to the hotel but I gave her the address instead.  Her trying to follow me in her car was torture. It was slow as hell and she’d always get stuck at a light when following me. As I looked at the car again, I figured it probably wasn’t a good idea to be looking at Celine bags for Bubbles. Shit I’m thinking the bag probably cost more than her car. Later for that one.

I was in the room waiting by the time she showed up. We were both kind of tipsy so the clothes just seemingly fell off us. I spun her around and made her crawl onto the bed. I crawled on behind her and starting licking that kitty from the back.

She came quick and literally collapsed on the bed in front of me, her body and a steamy pulp. While she was out of it, I flipped her over and went back to work, sharing my knowledge with that clit. I sucked it while I licked it. “Fuck!” she yelled. “Eat my pussy!” And ate it I did.

She grabbed my head and as she came she squeezed it tight. Her orgasm were always violent IMHO. Her back arched up off the bed and her body contorted like she was in the Exorcist or some shit. She let out this long moan and then went limp. I stopped for a bit to let her gather her faculties. I started licking again. “Baby you eat my pussy so good,” she said. I put my hands under her little ass and lifted her up so that the kitty was level with my face. She started gyrating, rubbing that wet muff all in my face. Before long she was coming again. She let a long “Ooooooooo god“ and started convulsing again. I let her down on the bed while she grabbed her breast and squeezed the nippples. “Shit.” she growled.

I let her rest for a few minutes before I went all Moses on her again and parted the pink sea. The kitty was tight as usual. I went in slow at first and surprisingly I was able to get most of Bart in. “Fuck me,” she yelled. “Please.” I went to work, half scared to give her the full onslaught. We got a pretty good motion before she stopped me. I think she’s sort of paranoid that I might actually hurt her somehow. After a baby though? That kitty is ready. “Let me get on top,” she said suddenly.  “Are you sure?” I asked but she was already pushing me off her. “Seems like that might be more painful.”

I let her get on top she and she actually got Bart in pretty far. But she doesn’t know how to ride dick. It was kind of funny watching her bounce up and down but not actually putting the dick inside her. It was the weirdest shit ever. She was just making a bunch of movements. I almost burst out laughing from the shit. Sometimes I love the sugar bowl. I grabbed her hips and guided her down on the dick to help out.  “Oh fuck,” she said. “That feels good.” That did the trick. Not too far down, just enough to make an impression. She came again. “Shit,” she said. “I didn’t expect that.” What the hell was she expecting? She tired to get up but I wouldn’t let her. “Get you another one,” I instructed her.

“Huh?” she asked. “Get you another nut baby,” I repeated. She frowned and said, “I can’t baby. I’m done.”

I took her by the waist again and made her go up and down on Bart. She took over, and started riding him, yelling all kinds of expletives. “Fuck. Shit. Jesus. Damn.” Then she came. This time she jumped up off the dick and just laid on me. I kissed her neck and upper body while she grappled with the pleasure in her body.

“Babe you always  make me cum,” she said after a moment. We kissed and then she stopped and got wide eyed again. “Fuck I’m cumming again.” She raised up on her knees and started rubbing her pussy violently. “Oh God!” she screamed. I thought she was about to squirt the way she was rubbing that clit. NO sooner had she started then did she stop. Her head and neck was twitching and her eyes were going back in her head. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it. I got some good dick but I can’t really take credit for this stuff.

I let her rest for a bit then tried to get her back on me for my final climax but she wanted me to finish in her mouth. I’m starting to think she like this shit. I relaxed and let her finish me off with some of that cranium.

Pops was referring to a request I put in to switch offices. I liked my corner office, but some of the bigger offices with bigger windows were now open due to all the layoffs. “I know we have a lot of vacant offices,” he continued. “But, truth is Napoleon wanted to dissolve your position. I had to fight for you.”

Napoleon is our CEO. Cool guy in his 60’s, short, and depending on you ask he’s worth 30 - 80 million. Occasionally he’ll bring in one of his babes. Mostly to show off the company and his corner office which has 3 walls of glass and sitting at roughly 1400 square feet – probably bigger than or almost as big as most apartments. The ladies are usually 2 or 3 feet taller than him. Cute bitches. They got the names that strippers steal like Isadora, Milena, Giovanna, Fiora, and Anika.  He’s single so they probably fall into the “spoiled gf” relationship category but I know the game. His old, short ass is paying for kitty just like me only on a much GRANDER scale.  

Pops was like, “I went to bat for you. Told him everything you do for us and I even threw in some shit I Googled. Not sure if you did all what I put in my report or not. I told him how you come to work everyday and you’re always here.”  In the back of my mind I was like, “I am?” Truth be told, I’m always skipping out of work for some sugaring.

I sat there motionless. Not sure what to say. My sugar life passed before my very eyes. Playing out like a movie that suddenly stopped due to some malfunction. My heart skipped a beat seemingly. When the layoffs started I just knew I was gone. Brothers are always the first to go. Plus with my salary I just knew they were going to fire me. But 18 months later I’m still here. Even issued me more restricted stock on top of what I already have. Wasn’t long before I thought I was safe. Locked in. Guess I was wrong.

“Um thanks man,” I said, picking up my pride from the floor. “I really appreciate it.” He stood to leave. I stood with him and shook his hand. “Don’t worry about it,” Pops said. “Most of the Execs know and appreciate what you do. And we were going to spend more money hiring contractors to feel your position which counters why we hired you in the first place. Anyway, didn’t want you to think I was being pissy about the office change. Just wasn’t a good time to move you. You know?”

When he left I fell back into my chair. A mix of anger and relief filled me. Owning my own business with the wife I knew where Napoleon was coming from. Shit I’ve ruthlessly fired people before all in the name of saving $$$ and maintaining my bottom line. I won’t even get into all of the input I had in who got to stay and leave during all the company layoffs. Now my ticket was being punched. Now it didn’t feel so good with the shoe on the other foot.

I texted Bubbles and cancelled. For all I knew she would have cancelled anyway at the rate she was going. She had already cancelled Saturday.

Couldn’t do much work the rest of the day so I cut out early. I thought me and Napoleon had been cool. We talked all the time. Guess that wasn’t the case. That night I didn’t feel like answering anons or updating my journal. I had a few text messages but I ignored them. I felt like the floor had got pulled out from under me and then put back. I felt like shit.

Tuesday Feb 30th I felt better when I woke up. My mind was clear after a good night’s sleep. I snapped out of my hurt pride and came back to reality. The income from the business, savings, and also my side business of consulting would hold me over until I found another job if it came to that. But, I could only have one SB and that would only be temporary if my unemployment was a lasting one. Nah. Fuck that. I got bitches to take care. Rent, car notes, bags and shoes to buy, plane tickets to buy, passports and visas to be paid for so chicks can come see me or me them…nah. The thought of having to slow down on my lifestyle suddenly gave me strength. I wasn’t shell shocked anymore. My resolve had been strengthened. Whether I was paranoid or not, it was time to start looking for another job – just in case. Better safe than sorry.  Still, I decided to consult the Oracle. About mid-morning I closed my office door and called her.

“Nigga you should have been gone,” she told me after she’d heard everything. “I told you months ago your ticket was coming up. I don’t know why you thought you were safe.” I asked if she could help with my resume and she said she would. “I think you’re being paranoid. They’re not going to get rid of you. Not yet anyway. Just relax. You’re over reacting.”

That was the good stuff. But then the Oracle had more jokes than help: “Man look. You losing your job is bad for the economy. Chicks gonna be losing apartments, car’s repo’d. Nail salons about to close down. I’m gonna help you out just so I can prop up the local economy and shit. Firecracker gotta find a job. Bubbles gonna have to ask her baby daddy for more child support. All the other chicks you fuck with off and on gonna get their cel phone’s turned off. Nah man. This shit ain’t good for the economy.  I’m telling you.” She went on cracking jokes. I had to hang up with her. She was on a roll.

All day the other managers were quiet like they knew something. I knew it was just paranoia but I couldn’t escape it. I started cleaning out my cabinets and drawers. I cancelled my meet with FC too. I figure she was going to cancel anyway since her period was on the verge of starting, so might as well start the day out right.  Not sure whats wrong with her at this point. All that crying she’d done on Friday had me wondering. With the job situation suddenly seeming shaky…maybe its time to drop FC anyway. She’s leaving in the summer anyway. Put all my energy into Bubbles.

I tabled the decision for now. I spent the afternoon tweaking my resume and started looking at job ads. They didn’t look good. Pay scale’s looking real low.  Finding a job in my pay range will most likely require a recruiter to land a job. But I couldn’t sit around and wait on a recruiter to work their magic. They may or may not even call. By the end of the day I’d managed to send over a dozen resumes. No tumblr, no texting, no SA. Just focus on business.

But the sugar gods are always busy. They never leave you be. By day’s end I got a text from an old sugarbabe. I call her Fluffy. I had run across her about the same time I’d started talking to Firecracker and Casino.  I don’t mind 19 year olds, but I prefer them to be a little mature. Fluffy acted like she was still 15. We only hung out for a couple of weeks before I moved on. Too childish & our conversations were quite painful. Strained even. I had to keep coming up with shit to talk about.

Sexually she was completely different. Fluffy was quite mature in that area. : ) Not sure if she liked me or what, but I could pretty much do whatever I wanted to do to her. She wasn’t like that at first. But after she gave the kitty up for the first time, she changed on me. Fluffy went from sweet little girl to...I don’t have a term for it really. Any position, anal, swallowing, no condom, cum inside her, sex in the car, head in the car, threesome with another girl….whatever. If I could think it up I could do it.

She was even ok with me coming to her dorm room.  I didn’t like it though. Awkward at best. Young dudes coming at me like “Yo pops, you here to see your daughter?” But lowkey its more like, “Nah. Just here to fuck a couple of these chicks you claiming.”

After a few text she told me I didn’t have to worry about the money – if that’s what was keeping me from her. “I just need that dick up inside me…” and a few other naughty text like that. “Nobody fucking me like you did Daddy” As tempting as all that was, I was looking for something more out my SB. She’d be perfect for a new Daddy just getting in the game. But I needed a girl that could dress up for and be comfortable at an expensive restaurant. At least be old enough to drink the wine. But I digress. Despite the option of having my way with her, I passed. After a few more texts, I just ended it and let the rest go unanswered.

I was feeling much better that night after getting my situation together in case I did get laid off. The Oracle was right. It probably wasn’t going to happen any time soon but I definitely got a reality check and a nudge that I needed to take care of my vanilla business a little better and not be so lost in the sugar world.

TBH the office is sort of miserable and dead with all the offices half full now.  All the people I used to talk to are gone. My severance package was going to be pretty good though. Everyone getting laid off had been getting quite a nice lump sum. Plus I have shares so I’d  be sitting pretty. Plenty of money to play with a SB but definitely any more than that.

Truth is I needed about 3 months off from work. If I got fired, first thing I was going to do was book a trip to Los Angeles. See my family, maybe smoke weed and hang out on Venice beach. Then hit Hollywood with my nephew who’s only about 10 years younger than me.  There’s a couple of tumblr chicks I wouldn’t mind meeting up with either. If nothing more than just dinner and some clubs. It could be some platonic shit. Doesn’t always have to be physical. Might even hop up to the Bay area. The wife had already told me she was cool with me going alone. Lowkey she didn’t like my fam in Cali. That’s a blogpost by itself.

I was about to go to bed when Bubbles texted me. “I’m falling for you,” she said. Then she followed up with “I’m drunk.”

Oh great drunk texting. Some people say the truth comes out when you’re drunk. Some say drunk texting doesn’t necessarily mean its true. Who knows? Then she texted, “Well I’m falling for you but not in a stalker, leave your wife kind of way.” I told her to be careful and not to drive. She said they were taking uber. I let the conversation end there. Sugarbabies will drive you crazy if you let them.

Wednesday Mar 1st The day was pretty mundane until I got another random text. This time it was Jynx, a ex-stripper I used to play with it. One of my ratchet chicks.  WTF?  I ain’t the most handsome man around. My body ain’t looked good since the 90’s. My sex can’t be that good. Last time we were together she had got mad at me swore me off.  That had been 4 or 5 months ago. We went back and forth with a few bullshit messages before I called her out. “I thought you were done with me?” I asked. “I was,” she said. “But I’m not done with that dick.” I laughed out loud. One of my coworkers was walking by and stopped. He asked what I was laughing at but I waived him away. “You just want some money,” I told her. “No,” she said, “I can get money anywhere. Dick too. It ain’t hard to find. But I ain’t gone lie, your dick is the truth…These dudes ain’t really satisfying me. And you don’t mind giving a bitch some money.”

A burst out laughing again. Jynx was cool. She may seem ratchet but she’s actually pretty intelligent. She had recently stopped stripping and got her a job at one of the Big 3 mobile phone companies. Jynx used to be with some big time dope dealer years ago, affording her a lifestyle most dream of. But then he got busted and got a 10 year stretch. That’s Fed time. Day for day. The C-class she had was bought brand new. Cash. But it was at least 10 years old. She had two kids by him too. So she left the state they were in and moved a couple of hours away from me. I asked her why she quit stripping. Jynx said she was getting to old. “Stripping is for young bitches” she had said. But damn, she ain’t but 29.

“I’m looking for a bartending job now,” she told me. “For extra cash. Real talk I wish you could be my extra cash. But I don’t see you be once every 3 or 4 months.” I tell Jynx we can hook up next time I’m in her area. But then she hits me with some new shit. “I can even come to you. Meet you halfway. Or you come here but I don’t mind driving there. Just as long as its regular. You know how you like to disappear…” Jynx is LD so its hard to keep up with the relationship. In the end, I told her we could do something in a few weeks. With FC flaking and Bubbles cancelling more and more, might as well as keep my options open.

Tuesday Feb 23 It was almost close to noon when Firecracker sent me a text wanting to reschedule our meet. She wanted to move it to Thursday. Also, she hadn’t gotten dressed yet. Something about oversleeping and wouldn’t have enough time to get ready. It was cool. She’s my princess. She can do no wrong. That’s one of the handicaps with dating a 22 year old. They always sleep to noon. 1pm. I’m used to it.

Late afternoon I hit up my contact at the museum. Wanted to see if I had landed the contract. She came back after an hour and told me I had lost out on the bid. Damn. I could have really used their business. Then I started ticking off in my mind all the reasons why I might have lost out on the deal. Everything from logo design, stationary to bidding too low. I probably was overreacting so I shrugged it off. Deals come and go. One thing I know is I need to find me a new assistant. Even with my job situation being shaky, I still need a soldier to carry out my bidding. I think I’ll start looking for one next week.

I was feeling a little down since I hadn’t seen Firecracker and had lost out on the contract. Rough start for the week.  I picked up the phone and texted Kim. Her pic she’d sent was still in my mind. She answered right away.  We did the usual back and forth before setting up a time and place. Then I decided to turn up the heat a bit. I told her I wanted to be her SD. She took several minutes to respond. “Yes baby sounds good.” I told her she was just saying that. But she replied, “No, I would like to.” I was just doing it for sport.

Its hard enough turning a stripper into a girlfriend or SB, but add in a pimp and its almost impossible. Beyond the money you have to break the hold her pimp has on her. Unless you’re another pimp good luck. You have to restore her self-worth. Restore her self esteem. Show her that she deserves to keep the money she makes and not give it to a man. I could go on and on. But I painted a pic of how she wouldn’t have to work as hard, etc., Kim didn’t really respond. Just said “Ok.” She told me she definitely wanted to see me and that I should text her when I get the room.

The problem with seeing escorts is the only want to come after you’ve gotten the room. A bloke could be sitting in the room for an hour or more waiting. I told her to just start heading my way and by the time she got close I’d have the room and stuff. Kim said she would but I knew she wouldn’t.

I left work and headed to the hotel. I was kind of excited to see Kim. It had been almost two weeks. I got the room, went inside and flopped down behind my laptop to kept working. Well actually I was sending out resumes. My job situation had me shaky. I figured she’d be at least 30 minutes later. But I was wrong. About 40 minutes later she texted and said traffic was bad. She even sent a pic of the bumper to bumper traffic.

That was the last I ever heard from her. About 20 minutes after her last text which put me at an hour of waiting, I sent her a text asking where she was. No answer. I waited another 10 minutes and texted again. Nothing. Fuck it. Tuesday’s just not my day. Surely the sugar gods have come to collect on the successful weeks were there was a different girl every day. I packed up my laptop and bounced.

That’s the end for Kim.

I wasn’t looking forward to my date with Bubbles the next day. I was still tired and feeling some type of way with these chicks cancelling on me. Plus I was tired from working all weekend closing one of our business locations. Still I managed to pop by the barber to get my hair right. Get the scraggy hair off my face and trim the goatee. Popped by the cleaners before it closed to pick up my clothes. My assistant used to pick it up for me but sans assistant I had to do it myself. I went home and exfoliated the face with some peach scrub. By 11pm that night, I was ready for my date with Bubbles despite the probability she might cancel. I didn’t feel like blogging on tumblr either. Too tired. I wanted to do my journal entry (February 2/24) but I was beat.

Wednesday Feb 24 I jumped up and got dressed in some Polo jeans and sweater, Polo shirt, nice shirt underneath. My wife was combing my daughter’s hair in our room. “You look nice dad,” my daughter told me. Means a lot coming from her. She’s 12 and has no filter. She’s had me changing clothes more than once. By the time I finished getting dressed, my daughter had left the room.

“When am I going to get some dick,” my wife asked. I was like uhhhh. “You been slacking lately.” Damn I probably ain’t hit in almost 2 months. And she won’t be getting any this week either. “Soon baby,” I said. “Soon.”

I’d been at work a couple of hours when Bubbles texted me. She confirmed our date. An hour before I was about to leave the CEO and CFO invited me into a conference call with some Russians. I was thinking they were just some Russians as in living in the United States. But no, we were doing a video conference with some chaps in St. Petersburg. With business so shoddy in the states, the big boys were turning to Russia for opportunities. I kind of liked it, but I also knew that could possibly mean a trip to Russia in the future for me. An hour later the call was still going. Now I’m starting to sweat bullets. I have to meet Bubbles in 30 minutes or so. Looks like I was going to have push things to 2pm with her. I hoped my rescheduling didn’t kill things. But the sugar gods decided to redeem themselves from the day before. Bubbles texted me before I could text her, telling me she was running late. She’d got out of class late and was on her way to her car.

Thirty minutes later she text again to say she would need an additional 15 minutes. So we ended up pushing the whole thing to 2pm anyway.

When the meeting was over, the big boys wanted to talk. Fuck! After 15 minutes they dismissed us and we all left. I went and locked up my office and hit the parking garage. Half hour later I pulled up to the restaurant. Even though it was after lunch, there were Range Rovers, couple of Rolls Royce’s, and a Aston Martin in the valet section. I went in and she was there sitting on a bench. Looking pretty af. Even better, waiting for me daddy : )

Instinctively I walked up and when she looked up and bent over and gave her a full kiss on the lips. She gave a little tongue back. The hostesses, 3 of them actually, were looking like WTF? I love this life sometimes. They came alive too and hurried up and found us a table.  

It was nice walking into the restaurant with Bubbles. She was completely unbothered by being seen with me which somehow validated how I felt about myself at the moment.  I was Polo’d down, feeling dapper. The waitress showed us to a cozy table. Part of me wanted to sit right next to B, but I sat across from her instead so I could stare into those pretty brown eyes.

Lunch was fabulous. We talked about everything seemingly. You know you’re into someone when the world around you ceases to exist and you’re both leaning forward looking into each others eyes about to kiss. By the end of the date she was touching my hand again. Laughing up every other thing I said. She was either genuinely into me or this girl had some helluva game. Girls like bubbles bring the best out of me. I already wanted to take her shopping. That little beat up car she had I wanted to replace. I want to spoil her rotten. She’s the kind of girl you just want to be with. Hang out with. Sex is secondary. When you see her you just want to hug and kiss on her. Hang out her place, when she’s in sweats and no makeup and just watch TV and eat Cheetos and shit. I’m rambling. Either way I was on her hook and I planned on staying there for the foreseeable future.

We both realized it was time to  head to the hotel. Half hour later we were kissing in the hotel room. I love the way Bubbles kisses. She likes to suck my tongue when she kisses. She also likes to try and shove her tongue down my throat too. I don’t know why but I love that shit. Bubbles barely got off her shoes pants and underwear before I pushed her onto the desk in the room. She looked at me with the quizzical look as I sat down in the desk chair in front of her. I grabbed both legs and lifted them up, spreading her wide, until her feet were resting on desk. I dove right into that pretty pink muff, assaulting the clit with my tongue. I rotated between sucking it and licking it. Bubbles fell back onto the wall behind the desk and grabbed my head. She looked down at me with this mean look on her face. I couldn’t quite decipher it but it didn’t matter. I was licking that kitty like it was no tomorrow. I took two fingers and slid them in. It took a bit of effort since that kitty’s so tight. I lifted my fingers up and went back and forth firmly as I kept thrashing the clit with my tongue. Suddenly her hand fell off my head and she grabbed my ear. “Eat my fucking pussy” she demanded. I looked up and her head fell back on the wall and her eye closed. Her stomach bounced up/down rapidly and she twitched a little. Babygirl had cum.

Bubbles was multi-orgasmic so I just kept on going repeating what I’d done to make her cum. Her legs got tired of being on the desk, so one fell off. I took my hand out of the kitty and lifted her leg so that it was resting on my shoulder. I moved in closer to make it more comfortable. I took her other foot and moved it so that it could rest on my other shoulder. Then I slid my fingers back and went to work again. She came once more and slumped down on the desk. She nearly fell off too. Time to move to the bed.

Bubbles has a female roommate who she fucks from time to time. I usually take whatever a SB says and multiply it by two to get the real story which means they’re probably tribbing quite often. Or, she’s has another female she’s seeing regularly. And girls make the best kitty lickers. So…I had to show out. As I said in my last journal entry, winning over Bubbles would take more than just money. In the end its all for sport. Even if I fail, I would have had fun trying.

We started kissing when we got to the bed. Bubbles was licking my face and lips, trying to taste that kitty. She’s so nasty. As she laid back and went at that kitty again. I couldn’t tell if my face was wet from her kitty or from all the saliva she’d left trying to taste it.

After one more nut, I slapped on a condom. I got the tip in before she started wincing and moving back. She just couldn’t take the dick. I took my time, roughly a few minutes before I was able to get it in and get a decent motion. “God your dick is so fucking fat…” she said. I noticed Bubbles likes to get vulgar when I with her. Kind of like it. We tried intercourse but after a few minutes she asked if I could finish in her mouth. I said yes but I kept on stroking. I shifted angles and was able to get further inside. She seemed to like it. “Just keep on fucking me like that…” she said. And I did, trying to get more of me in her. But still she threw in the towel and we switched. She got on her knees in between my legs and shared her knowledge. I came in less than a minute. This girl’s enlightened I tell you.

She sat back and rubbed both my legs and asked, “Was that good baby.” I looked up just in time to see a drop of cum slide down the side of her mouth. She chuckled and swiped it up with a finger. She put it in her mouth and smiled. “I never lose drop.”

God I love this girl.

That night Firecracker hit me up. We exchanged about 2 or 3 text before we set up a time for Thursday. I was looking forward to it actually. Firecracker’s got some good pussy for a 22 year old. I can’t wait to see my princess.

Bubbles texted too. Thank me for a wonderful date. I thanked her for making an old man feel special. Making me feel good. She told me I wasn’t old and that age was just a number. She said I was very handsome and that she was glad she’d met me. “And you got some good oral skills too,” she added. Not sure if she gassing me up or not, but I liked it.

Thursday Feb. 25. More bullshit from Firecracker. She hit me up around noon asking if she could be a little late to the meeting. She had to do some school stuff.  2 hours later she just cancelled altogether.  WTF?  I’m sure what happened is she slept until noon instead of getting up and running her errands. When I said a few things about it she was like, “Its not big deal. We still have Friday, Saturday and Sunday.”

Then I got upset. She’s being disrespectful. Well I should say she’s not respecting my time. I do a lot to juggle things so that I can be with her. Princess is a priority. So for her to just minimize my shit to “it’s no big deal” had me feeling some type of way.

And no we didn’t have Saturday and Sunday. Saturday I was hooking up with Bubbles again. Sunday was family day.

No tumblr blogging tonight.

Friday Feb 26th Around noon Firecracker knocks on the hotel room door. I let her in…She’s a trainwreck. Eyes watery, makeup done enough just to be ok for our meet. She tells me how her cycle is coming and she’s been crying all day over little shit. I sat on the bed and pulled her to me. I told her “You is fine and You is beautiful and You is Smart and You is having a bad day…” we both laughed. I told her we could cancel but she said she didn’t want to. “You can’t be rough today,” she smiled.

Lately I had turned it up a bit with her. Hair pulling, choking, spanking. In the 6 months I’ve known her she’s matured a lot both mentally, physically and sexually. I picked up on the fact that her fuckboy’s were weak. The latest had been scared to really fuck her because she was so pretty. He treated her like a precious gift, but really she wanted to be manhandled. She wanted a man to run that pussy. I lowkey accepted the new requirement and had stepped up my game.

But today, she just needed to be loved. I ate the kitty and usually after two orgasms she tries to scoot away. I had my hands around her legs and stomach. When the third one was near I clamped down. As anticipated she tried to run, but she could go nowhere. “Baby I can’t take anymore….” But I was merciless. “Baby baby stop,” but I refused. I told her if she felt like peeing to go ahead. She looked up and gave me that “how do you know look”. Then she said, “No. I’m not doing that. No.”

I set her free she scattered across the bed from me like she was scared suddenly. I coaxed her back over to me then I spent a few minutes kissing and rubbing her body all over. I sucked where appropriate – neck, breast, earlobes. Then went inside her and I stayed there for a good 20 mintes. Just fucking her and fucking her and fucking her. Its like her body was calling me. She came twice before I finally did. Afterwards I lay beside her, sweating profusely from all the work. FC did something surprising; she rolled over and laid on me. She’s never done that. I took her in my arms and held her tight. After a few moments, probably minutes, I could tell she was crying still. I took her by the chin and raised her head up. “Are you crying?” I asked. She nodded.

Now I’m worried. I’ve been around lots of women. So I’ve seen the symptoms of being on period. But my princess was crying a little too much. I’m suspecting something else is going on. But now is not the time to talk about it.

About 30 minutes later FC was getting dressed. She was happy. Bouncing around the room, talking shit about this and that. Back to her old self. No tears. All the shit she said she wouldn’t be doing that night, had changed to I’m going here. Then me and my girls are going there. Then we’ll probably end up over there.

That’s my baby.

Before she left I pulled her to me. I asked her if anyone had hurt her. She shrugged and said no. Then I dug deeper. I asked if any fuckboy had hurt her. Or, had her ex-boyfriend come back and hurt her?

But she said it was nothing. Blamed it all on her period. We said our goodbyes. She made it to her car before I did mine. She backed out and peeled off. Suddenly she was on a mission. I was really confused now.

That night I hooked up with some of the recently laid off co-workers. One of them was the Oracle. She said she would get there early if I wanted to go ahead and come. So I took the opportunity. I needed to run this Firecracker stuff by her.

We ended up meeting at the same place I’d taken Bubbles on our first date. Crazy. Me and the Oracle were the only ones there. After a brief catchup I asked her about FC. Told her the whole story about missing our dates and including her crying in the room.

The Oracle was like, “Three things likely happened. Her boyfriend managed to get back in with her and hurt her. Or she met some new dude that hurt her feelings or, it really was her period. I mean I been cranky and tearful before when I was on my period. Not wanting to leave the house. Just sitting around crying. Or, it could be a combination of 2 of the three. My gut tells me she’s having some man problems.”

I raised my margarita glass. The Oracle raised hers. We clicked them and I said, “I got to talk to you more often.” She smiled. “Yes you do! But I wouldn’t worry about her. Sounds like you got her mind right. Got her feeling good about herself. That’s what you’re there for big Daddy.” We both chuckled.

Saturday Feb 27th Bubbles text and cancelled our date for that afternoon. It was cool. I was still a little hung over from the night before. And after working all last weekend I just wanted to lie around the house and do nothing. By this point I was used to being cancelled on.

I ended up sleeping all day. My wife came home that afternoon and got in the bed with me and went to sleep as well. I don’t think I’ve laid around the house all day in almost a year. Felt good. Then  I got a weird text. It ended up being one of my other co-workers. My plug! My Cohibas had come in. He sent a pic too

Just in time too. I was down to my last 2. Fresh

She told me she had cleared her afternoon in the hopes that I could deliver on all the spoiling I wanted to do. I decided to manipulate the situation to my benefit. First, I told her I couldn’t get off and that I was busy at work. Next I told her she could accompany me out of town and we could do all the shopping she wanted. I’d been wanting her to go out of town with me for awhile but she’d been too busy. We’ve been out of town before and I was ready for another trip. With the new boyfriend, school, etc., she simply wasn’t making the the time, though she gave other excuses. So again she said she was too busy for the trip and probably couldn’t go.   But I could see the temptation in her eyes. So I left it right there.

The sex was good that day.

I had plans to meet Muffin for the first time the next night. So I wanted to be looking good. After leaving the hotel with Firecracker, I’d swung by the mall to re-up on some D&G cologne. Kind of old but goes good with my body chemistry. Then on to the nail shop.

“You have such beautiful skin,” June tells me when she finishes. “I love your how do you say com, com, com…” She frowned. “Complexion?” I offered. “Yes, yes that’s it.” I smiled and pulled out my wallet. All this ass kissing was had me wanting to tip. I paid out and dropped some extra $$ for June’s tip. “Oh, “ she smiled and clasped her hands in front of her. “Thank you so much.”

A few hours later, my barber had finished my haircut and was lining up my goatee. I was officially ready for the trip out of town. Unfortunately, an hour later I was on the phone with Muffin. She had changed her mind. At first, it sounded like she wanted more money but things were more complicated as I would later realize. In my openness with her, I realized I had talked too much. I had been too transparent.  Babygirl wanted more than to just be another chick. She wanted to know that what she was building with me was worth her time and effort, and potentially I might be replacing her current SD. I just couldn’t give her that at the moment. I didn’t have it to give.

So Muffin ended it. Too many bitches.

Wednesday Feb. 17th

The sugar gods must be looking out for me. It was a good thing I didn’t go out of town Wednesday. The day turned out to be crazy. All the fucking off at work had caught up to me. Even my personal clients I take care of were blowing up my phone. I spent the day catching up, and then ducked out early to make my rounds to my clients. Yes, I have job, but I also do some consulting on the side. It’s quite lucrative and I’m hoping to become a full time consultant working for myself.

As it were one of the ladies at my client’s site pulled me to the side and told me that her cousin worked for a prominent local museum and they needed some consulting. I gave her my number and later that evening, her cousin called me and we spent 30 minutes discussing me doing some work for them. She also requested a quote.

This wasn’t going to be some high dollar deal, but this wasn’t about money. This could put me on the map, giving my business the notoriety and prestige I needed to launch. There’s always a certain prestige to servicing non-profits. I’m hopeful but I won’t get my hopes up.

By that night I was dog tired. Too tired to even post my journal entry. But not too tired to talk to Bubbles. :) She hit me late as I was about to go to bed. With all the excitement around Muffin, I’d forgotten about her. We were supposed to hook up on Thursday. We exchanged a few texts and the date was set.

Thursday Feb 18th

But the next afternoon, she wasn’t feeling it. Neither was I really. We wanted to see each other but having dinner beforehand was out of the question. Instead, we settled on just getting a room. She was worried about not wearing makeup but I was cool with it. I told her we could cancel but she wanted to see me. She just didn’t want to get all dolled up.

When she showed up at the room I couldn’t believe it. She was still beautiful, though not the glamour goddess I saw last time, but close enough. The energy between us is amazing. We immediately started kissing and undressing each other. I went down immediately and started licking that pretty pink muff. She likes it when I suck the clit while simultaneously thrashing it with my tongue. She must have cum in less than a minute. After the second orgasm, she was sitting up on her elbows looking down at me biting her lip. She grabbed the top of my head as I relentlessly licked that clit like there was no tomorrow. “Fuck!” she yelled. “You eat pussy better than my roommate…”

She was so loud I’m pretty sure the neighbors heard her. I made a mental note to circle back to that “roommate” comment. I kept on licking that kitty until she could take it no more. She pushed my head away and pulled me up so that I could be on top of her. We kissed. Well, she licked my face and sucked my tongue. I swear she’s fascinated with tasting her own pussy. I’m just the middleman. She tells me to lie down and takes her turn on me. Her allergies had been bothering her which is why she hadn’t wanted to go out and get all dolled up. Trying to give me fellatio wasn’t all that easy either. She stopped after a moment. I knew her allergies were killing her. It’s that time of year.

We switched to missionary and once again I slid into some of the tightest kitty I’ve had in years. This time was different. I could barely get him in this time. It took a few moments before I could get at least partially inside her. Then I went slow and steady, trying to open that muff up. Babygirl was getting mad. Not at me, but more so because she couldn’t enjoy me more. It was cool. Her attitude and willingness to please is like an aphrodisiac to me. After a few minutes, she asked if I could finish in her mouth. God I love the way she asks that. Like she’s doubtful if I want to.  

We switch again and she spent the next several minutes sharing her knowledge. She stopped a few times because of the allergies but like a true trooper she marched on. When I came, I sounded the alarm and Bubbles kept on. I swear she started sucking harder as I came, extracting every drop of the ivory cream. She locked eyes with me and kept sucking until there was nothing left.  When I was done she rose up and smiled. I thought she was going to go to the bathroom but she did no such thing. She licked her lips and then went back to Bartholomew and licked the head just in case there was any dribble.

I like Bubbles. I’ve been trying to get her off this per meet bullshit. Get her on a real allowance. Get her to commit to something. But she has friends. Strippers, current sugar babies, etc. These are some real bitches. These girls aren’t sitting around reading Tumblr blogs all day. Chicks with names like Diamond and Piper…Pushing 6-series and E-class whips. Condos downtown. 30th floor overlooking the city. And worst … they’re advising Bubbles. I got my work cut out for me. Might have to cop the Celine bag. But this game isn’t won by money alone. I need to run game. Put on the charm….Cultivate the relationship.  My works cut out for me.

As we get dressed, I circle back to her comment.  I ask about the roommate. She tells me her roommate’s a girl and “…occasionally we play.”

“Hey come on,” Bubbles smiled. “You should know I’m not fucking another guys. As tight as my pussy is.”

Friday Feb 19th

Friday, I get a text from Ms. Butterworth. She’s just saying hi. Asking me how I’ve been, etc., but it’s all code for “When can we hook up?” I’m not interested in Ms. B anymore. We did hook up after my last post on her. She’d gained weight…hair wasn’t quite together. I think she was just having a bad day but the on-again, off-again communication had taken its toll. I sent back a few low interest responses. I was meeting with Firecracker again, so I was distracted.

Looks like my plan might have worked. As Firecracker and I got dressed after sex, she said, “Hey I think I can juggle a few classes if you still want to go out of town.” I smiled and say, “ Oh really? You sure? I mean I know you’re busy.” Blah blah. I hated to resort to devious tactics, but I wanted to spend time with princess and she’s letting other things get in the way.

“No, I’m good,” she smiles as she pulls up her jeans. “We can work something out.  I can do 2 days so you can take me to that mall you were telling me about.”

Thought she’d see things my way. Still we didn’t set a concrete date on when it would happen. I’m pessimistic.

Saturday Feb 20th

As the weekend begins, I get busy again. The wife and I are closing one of our locations for our business. I hadn’t blogged about it but we’ve been in the middle of lease negotiations. We lost on our last bid and as the month ends, we’ve been cleaning and clearing out. All day Saturday, I moved. By Saturday night, my body was aching. I had used muscles I hadn’t used in a long time. As I sat in my recliner, feet up, I got a text from Kim, the stripper. Hadn’t heard from her all week. She wants me to come see her at the new club she’s working at. I’m too tired to go. Not sleepy, but my body is not feeling it. Then Kim sends me a pic of her before she goes out and dances for her next set

Now I feel like going :)

But I can’t get out. Wifey isn’t having that shit. She’s like “Nigga where you going? Thought you were tired?” I didn’t have anything good comeback other than the thought of Kim’s pic in my head. No way I’m getting out on a Saturday at 11:30pm.