I really learned a lot, really learned a lot…
Learned that money is good. It gives you choices etc etc. But it doesn’t buy class, in men nor in women. Especially not in sugar (SDs and SBs). There are some SDs who treat people like property just because they happen to have $$. There are some SBs who just additively buy ‘stuff’ and then just throw it in a closet. For those SBs nothing is ever enough. Then there are individuals who get it and invest it like there is no tomorrow (me). Then there are others who just enjoy spending other people’s money. No matter what category we all fall into, as stated above, I think it is one’s character that matters at the end, not their money. Once I met someone of great character. She taught me a whole bunch. To enjoy one’s company while they are there, and not take anything for granted because you may die tomorrow. She showed me that true feelings is something to be held and cherished. David hasn’t come across that too may times, and hope and pray that it stays
I can say she was the best companion I could have asked for, with her bubbly personality. When I figure out what happened inside of me I will post more..I wonder if the spider has wound her web…
Till then back to my stock charts. I like OMX, selling $12 June puts and just hitting bids. Beer money
Why the randomness of this post one may ask? Why not? I can write what I want on my own blog, right? Sometimes we remember, sometimes we experience things and just feel like venting on paper. I for one feel it helps me a lot to put things down on paper and write about them and analyzing. I am the analytical type, I guess, and very prone to self analysis which is one of the reasons I wrote my amazing book Sugar Daddy Diary on Amazon and Barnes and Noble
Walking around midtown.. I wonder were she was..
I do remember one thing: Her first and last name were distinctive and at first I thought they were nicknames. Then I checked out her pics on facebook and they revealed someone who had a whimsical sense of humour. We both shared a love for Law and Order so I hit up a conversation with her about that (thank you Chris Meloni) which led us to agree on a meeting just to say hello. The meeting was supposed to be at PJ Clarke’s the venerable scotch and burger bar in New York City. Only this one was not in the familiar location on 3rd avenue but more uptown near Lincoln Center. Anyway I arrived 5 minutes late and she was already standing there. At a first glance she immediately had a eerie similarity to someone I seriously dated back in the 1990′s. I kid you not! I walked quickly up to her since I was avoiding the oncoming traffic (jaywalking, it’s New York, sue me ok?) and immediately said hello to her and we entered the pub got to our seats, placed our order with the friendly waiter and started talking about the blog, the book, her school located near by, her 2nd year studies etc. She was a bit quiet and only nibbled at her turkey sandwich, which was huge, and, as it turned out, stone frozen! So that’s why she only had one bite and then left it alone. I was wondering..
In the meantme the waiter was trying to get me drunk apparently and kept serving me one beer after the other. At least I had the opportunity to check out her amazing behind (in blue jeans) when she excused herself to go to the ladies room. I knew she was watching me with the corner of her eye because her manner of walking revealed that she was aware of me checking her out and following her with my eyeballs as she walked away. Later on we went along for a romantic walk and sat near the fountain where she tried to kis me and then I tried kissing her but it was too crowded with people at that time so I refrained. No matter: we had sex in a public bathroom 8 months later, lol. I asked her if she would like to go out again and she replied that she would. She then also asked ‘Can we see others?’ hmm ok I responded. Filed away that information. I liked her jeans, her casual style which reminded me the girls a went out with while in college, and her hair. As a matter of fact I leaned over and smelled her hair while we were sitting at the fountain. Sensual..
Little did I know this was the start of a tumultous affair..
Funny side note: in my drunken stupor, I tried holding her hand while we were walking to the subway, to which she reacted as expected: She pulled away as she didnt want her classmates seeing her
Tumultous indeed and I wouldn’t change a single bit. Well, maybe a couple of things but you get my point
Alarm went off at 6:30, very little traffic outside, but I heard this bird singing, it was so cute! even in a heavily urbanized environment….held her hand for a few seconds then turned on the radio, something about taxes? boring as hell. One thing I do know:
‘those freakin bond yields better go up or i’ll be really pissed!’ lol
You smack like a pussy!
Who smacks like a pussy huh? A slap across the face, followed by another one. She tried to slap me back but I blocked her. Then I grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. Then the other. She was petite with small wrists so I was able to grab both in one hand. I had warned her I don’t like BDSM because I was always afraid I may like it too much. And: you don’t smack someone who used to box seriously, because his muscle memory and the reflexes will make him smack you right back before even thinking. But she liked it anyway so I proceeded. I asked her again while both her arms were twisted behind her back: ‘Who smacks like a pussy, give me a name’, I said in my best World War II interrogation style. She didn’t and remained silent. I smacked her butt on both sides hard, again and again. She shouted ouch but gave her one more smack. Her butt was reddish. I cuddled her (it was just a ploy to make her feel comfortable before the torture continued). I let her suck my cock for a short while but then gave her another slap across the face, a light one. Then a few more smacks on that cute ass of hers, while at the same time tightening my grip on her wrists. I was hoping to leave some rather painful marks on her, this way the next day she would touch that spot and hurt a little, as a reminder of what happened to her the night before. She turned around and started kissing me with a smile on her face, the smile of someone who had missed her lover. I then put her face down in the pillow and entered her while lying on top of her and either grabbing her hands or having my arm around her neck lightly at various times, all the while thrusting my self into her. I exploded on her butt and then lied next to her and gave her a loving hug before the finish she always loved. Going down on her until she had an orgasm…
She loved sucking my cock and I loved receiving it, her focusing on the tip while using some pretty healthy hand motion at the same time until I was twitching in her mouth uncontrollably. The French call it ‘petit mort’ for a reason…
Then we walked out to a very nice New York day and the evening was still young so we walked around talking to each other and just having amazing time as bf and gf.
Funny thing today: one of my assistants, after reading a draft email I put together said :’Wow David this is very well written, just enough detail but not too much. Excellent. You should become a writer and do a book or something’. To which I answered ‘Oh c’mon now, what ever would I write about, lol’
He he he. I AM an amazing writer. Just look at my awesome book