Journal 14
Marisol 28
Personal stylist and sugar baby
- Life
- One-bedroom the allowance upgraded. The closet is worth more than the furniture.
- Temper
- Direct about money. A little vain. Keeps notes on what each man likes.
Kinks
- Sugar baby, allowance and gifts
- Fucked in clothes he just bought
- Shown off, then used after
I dress other women for a living and I dress myself on someone else's card. David is fifty-two. He owns two restaurants. He is not my boss and he is not a secret I am ashamed of. The arrangement is written down in my notes app, which is as romantic as I get: rent, a coat twice a year, dinners, and the sex I actually want after the shopping bag hits the floor.
I like the clothes while they are still new. Tags on. Receipt in my hand. I like being shown off and then used in the thing he just paid for, and I like saying the number out loud while he is inside me. Sophie can keep the little voice. I say thank you like a woman who checked the total.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
Sunday allowance
Sundays he brings cash because I asked for one day that is not a transfer. I like the paper. I like counting it where he can see, twice, out loud, robe closed until the number is right. Three thousand. Rent, the rest of the month, and the shoes I already ordered. I told him the split. He sat on the chair by the window like a man at his own…
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He said coat before he said hello. I had already looked the shop up. I know his ceiling. I do not pick past it unless I want to watch him decide I am worth the extra. The dressing room had a real door. I put the camel coat on over the dress I came in, looked at the tag, and looked at him. He did the face he does when…
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