I've been seeing an SB (on/off) for two years (see older thread on this forum, "Notes on a Sugar Arrangement").  We've gotten to know each other rather well. She's invited me into her home, where we fucked on her feather bed ( I thought we'd crash though it).  
 
 My SB has a boyfriend (he's insanely handsome).  That's fine.  I tell every SB that I have a long-term SO.   Since I'm honest about my relationship status, it would be nice if SBs were straightforward about their relationship status.   It doesn't work that way.  I'm not a jealous guy, but I don't like it when these girls think they can play me.  I don't get played--at least not for very long.  
   
 My SB's Facebook page is more or less a photo collage of her & BF's epic romance.  But she never talks about him--won't even acknowledge his existence.  I don't mention her Facebook page, that would be crude. But one day she meets me in my hotel room, & puts her phone on the night table.  Her cell's wallpaper = BF photo.  That's fair game--it's two feet away from me.  

 Z:  He's quite handsome, babe.  Your boyfriend looks like Don Draper.  

 SB:  Oh…he's just a friend--he's in New York.  

 This is a little game we sometimes play.  I give her extra $$$ on her birthday, and she fucks me like a little tigress.  Note the following exchange, as we're naked in bed.

 Z:  So babe, what did your boyfriend get you for your birthday.

 SB:  I don't have a boyfriend.  

 She's a goddess, her skin glistening after fucking, her vulva red.   The previous time we were together, she bled, even though she wasn't on her period.    

  SB:  I went to my doctor, I had two tears down there.  You did that.  

  Z:   Are you sure it was me (laughing)
 
  SB:  It was you (angry).  

 It's quite odd, how she clings to this fiction.  But in fairness to her, she's no different than most SBs.  They'd rather set themselves on fire than admit to having a BF.  She's crazy about this guy, but still fucking me for $300 a throw.  We continue this way for several months.

 But a few weeks ago, she goes radio silent.  She usually texts me the day before our usual hookup, just to confirm.  But no texts from her now.  When I text her, no reply.   I eventually hit her Facebook page & viola!  She's engaged, with a big rock on her finger.  I tell you dudes, she looks so alluring now, lol.  I send her one final text:  

Z:  Hey, I'd like to see you again--no questions asked.  

 No reply.   They're planning a fabulous wedding.  One point of interest: even while she was dating future husband, she kept fucking me (and collecting that allowance) until she got that rock on her finger.  But once she got that engagement ring, she kicked me to the curb.  I kind of admire that.   --