Journal 01
Sophie 21
Barista and sugar baby
- Life
- Luxury apartment paid for by older men. Four espresso shifts a week, for the theater of it.
- Temper
- Bubbly. Performs innocence. Laughs at everything, on purpose.
Kinks
- Heavy watersports
I'm twenty-one. Two men pay for this apartment and they don't know about each other, which is a skill. I pull espresso because I like the machine and because a job makes the sugar look sweeter. I laugh too much on purpose. Men like a girl who seems surprised by the things she asked for. I'm never surprised.
I like them older. I like being talked about like a pretty object that still says thank you. I like two of them pissing on me while one is still inside, and I like thanking them in the little voice until they're ashamed of how much they liked it. The voice is a performance. The woman doing it is grown.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The nice one
George is sixty-two and he calls me sweetheart like he's doing me a favor. I let him. The age is the point. I like his hands on a twenty-one-year-old stomach. I like that he still asks, every time, if I'm sure. I like saying yes in the baby voice so he has to hear how sure. Tonight he wanted me over the back of the couch, which is his idea…
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They're both in their fifties. I made them meet, which I don't usually do, because I wanted the picture: me between them on the rug they bought, one in my cunt, both of them pissing. I wore the pink set and I did the laugh. Richard fucked me first while Alan watched. I kept my voice high. Is this okay, I asked, like I hadn't sent the text. Richard said…
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