Greetings from the sugar bowl…where the internet helps connect generous older men looking for action…with sexy younger women seeking financial support and mentorship…I was a happily married man …who was blindsided when my wife on nearly ten years left me for a guy in her office. I was devastated by the ensuing divorce and have been in therapy. It’s funny because it was my therapist…Dr. Jones …a woman…several years older than me…who referred me to the site. I had asked her if she thought I was ready to get back into dating and she wrote down the site destination and said, “You might find this easier for now.

She was right…I took some time to develop my profile…I wanted to make sure I didn’t sound wounded nor did I want to create the impression that I was looking for a wife…My profile stated two things clearly…I was looking for a “friends with benefits” situation and would be willing to pay the right woman a monthly allowance…I included a picture that was more casual …and was surprised at the number of women who contacted me. I struggled a bit in engaging with the women who messaged me…it’s been a good long while…and these women were mostly 25 years my junior…I met several but somehow the chemistry never felt right

In my next follow-up visit with Dr. Jones, she asked me if I had followed her suggestion and wanted to know all about it. Frankly, it was weird having a somewhat clinical conversation about the sugar bowl…After a time she focused in on what kinds of women I was targeting on the site. I gave her a long and detailed de***********ion of my early experiences…When I finished, she pointed out to me that the women I focused on bore more than a passing resemblance to my ex…and she encouraged me to expand my horizons. That was probably the best advice I ever got (except maybe her original referral).

I started targeting women that were outside my usual sweet-spot…younger women that were a little rougher around the edges and not quite so buttoned down. That’s how I met Roxie…Roxie is 22 years old and has piercings galore and a full sleeve of tattoos on both arms. Her profile said “Just ask”…to almost everything….so I did. We met for coffee and she had a Mocha Latte…It didn’t take long in our initial conversation to clearly establish that we were from very different planets in the pop culture universe…. I refused to let that put me off…It seemed I was acceptable in Roxie’s eyes…and I sure didn’t know her well enough at that point to have any idea who or what Roxie would have found unacceptable. Just 30 minutes into the meeting …she had just drained her drink… Roxie stood up and smiled and said “Let’s go someplace and fuck”…I started my middle-aged asshole speech about taking it slow etc and getting to know one another…and she said…”Look, I’m not asking you for anything but a few thousand sperm…You wouldn’t buy a car without a test drive would you? I’m not going to agree to be your sugar baby unless I know you can fuck.” I got up and followed her outside…which was a good thing since our conversation seemed to be amusing several patrons from more than one table in the coffee shop.

We walked to my SUV and she got in with me….I was trying to figure out a hotel that would have a room available nearby when she reached over and unzipped my fly and got my cock out. I started to ask her a question…when she looked up and smiled a stuck her tongue out to show the piercing and said “You do know what this is for don’t you?”…then she preceded to show me. After a few minutes …she said…”we don’t need a motel…drive down by the underpass under the highway…no one will bother us…” I started the truck and headed down to the area she had suggested…as she never stopped giving me some of the best head I have ever had…When we reached the spot Roxie had suggested…I closed my eyes just to enjoy what this remarkable young woman was doing and enjoy the slurping sounds mixed with the intermittent traffic noise overhead…She stopped and smiled…and proceeded to pull up her sundress to reveal a perfect shaved pussy…with a pierced clit of course…She stepped over the console and inserted my cock in a movement that seemed both graceful and practiced…She shushed me with her finger and said” I’ve got this…”…and proceeded to rock on me until she soaked me as she came all over my cock (and pants)…She paused and whispered “Your turn…” and ground her hips rhythmically in a way that seemed to just suck the come right out of my dick…The feeling was overwhelming and I could barely move…Roxie laughed at the way I looked …as she dismounted…but in a way that was warm and tender and not at all mean. She asked,”Was that OK?” I couldn’t answer and she knew it was. She took out her Juul and rolled down her window to exhale…I can’t remember how long it took me to recover but it was awhile. She smiled at me as we drove back and said, ”You’ll do” and then laughed.

Well it turns out Roxie’s the ultimate wild child with a heart of gold...I’m paying her Community College tuition and helping with expenses, and she’s taken me to places sexually that I didn’t know existed. I like to think we’re good for each other.

I told my Therapist about Roxie….and she asked a lot of questions but was obviously pleased with the direction of things. I’m .grateful to my Dr Jones for the wisdom to understand I wasn’t nearly ready to start “dating” again…and introducing me to the Sugar Bowl. I’m grateful to Roxie for helping me get past my divorce and achieve a fresh outlook on life…Every meeting is an adventure…I’m grateful to the Sugar Bowl for the chance to meet a woman like Roxie. In real life, she would never have had anything to do with me…

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