My current SB left for NYC for two weeks (probably with another SD, lol).  So I hit the SD/SB website and find a striking photo set of a 19 year old SB.  My SD/SB website makes a big deal over any girl with an e-mail address ending in '.edu'.   She gets a special "College SB" Profile.  Yep, silly.  

So I e-mail the 'College SB' & we meet for dinner.  This 19 year old walks in & she's stunning--a teenage Angelina Jolie, long & lean with pouty, erotic lips, lol.  (Scale 9.5/10).  She's the type of girl that SD/SB websites often tout but rarely deliver.  I've been on on the SD/SB website for 6 months, & now the dream is finally sitting in front of me.  Let's call her Angelina19.  

There are a few factors working against me here: (1) I probably can't afford her. (2) She's taller than me. (3) I'm exhausted after a hellish day at work.  I order a beer off the tap & it takes forever to get our food.  I start drinking on an empty stomach.  Angelina19 is sweet & curious about my previous arrangements. I'm fully expecting rejection here, so a zen-like calm washes over me.  Or maybe I'm slightly drunk.  I let Angelina19 drink some of my beer, a flagrant violation of my state's liquor laws, lol.  Our waitress gives us the stink-eye and Angelina19 thinks that's a hoot.  

Angelina19 wants a brandy ice, & whatever the goddess wants, the goddess gets.  I wave our waitress over:

Z:  Can you check on our order & I'd like a brandy ice.

Waitress:  Is that brandy ice for you or for HER?  Because I'll need to id HER.  

Angelina19:  Ok, nevermind.  

The waitress turns on her heel & walks away, furious.  I'm laughing quietly & Angelina19 shrieks with delight.  She takes another pull on my beer & we're about to get thrown out of this restaurant.  My eyes blur and my head is about to hit the table.  Then the miracle happens:  Angelina19 starts throwing compliments my way.  Translation: I'll fuck you for money.  

That weekend, I take her out for Date #2, & buy her clothes from a trendy boutique.  Then a flurry of texts from her all week.  The following weekend, on Date #3, I bed Angelina19.  She's a great kisser with those bee-stung lips.  When I strip her down, Angelina19 looks WAY young.  She's slightly flat-chested with pure ivory skin and a downy patch of pubic hair down below.  Dear god, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever been with.  I penetrate her slowly, then quickly shift to full-throttle.  But Angelina19 is having none of that.  "Slow..slow" she whispers in my ear & wraps her long legs around me.  We hit a quiet rhythm & it's wonderful.  I booked a room with a jacuzzi, & we spend a lot of time together for the next two days.    

 I christen her SB7-Angelina.  I'm now thinking that I can drop off P411 & the SD/SB website, etc, for she is the one.   And then things falls apart.  Sunday afternoon I'm reading a novel in my easy chair, exhausted by the last 2 days & trying to rest before another work week.  She texts me:

SB7-Angelina:  hey i left my laptop in your car.

Yep, she did--i bought a battery for her laptop. She lives 40 miles away, 80 miles round-trip for me.

Z:  I'll be driving into the city tomorrow morning on my way to work.  I'll swing by your place.

SB7-Angelina: I need my laptop today  

Z:  ok, I need to change & then I'll drive up.

SB7-Angelina:  just leave it on my porch, I'm at a friend's house.

Z:  What?  No.  If I need to drive all the way up there today, you'll be there.  Or it can wait till tomorrow.

SB7-Angelina:  ok, please come today

I drive all-the-way across town & finally get to her place.  I text her:

Z:  I'm outside your place.

SB7-Angelina: just leave it on the porch.  

Now I see the play--this Queen moving across the board to take a pawn.  There's no fucking way I'm leaving a $2000 laptop on someone's porch.  

Z:  You want this laptop?  Then come & get it.
(Knight-Blocks-Queen)

SB7-Angelina: ok

And she drives over with tight lips & a frown.  I hand over her laptop & she gives me a granny hug.  This-is-over.  No more texts from her & I don't try to make contact.   She's still out there, guys.  --z

You may have a career in writing fiction however

Are you the poster that embraced his narcissism?  If not, you should.

Didn't your Mom just call you for dinner.  Fish sticks again?

"Fish sticks again?" HAHAHA

But it sounds like it was an equally advantageous arrangement while it lasted.  I just have to ask, was it really worth all the hassle?  Isn't it easier just to call an upper-end escort?

After all how many mongers would share that A19 is available?

Check out this morons drivel on the newbie board.

I think he's been into saturnsky's crack pipe.

....who have used the SA site to date gorgeous young women, his story is more than plausible.  As I was reading it brought back memories of a very similar experience I had a couple of years ago. It lasted a bit longer than this story and I enjoyed it (even though it cost me a lot more $$$$ than what I normally spend in the hobby).  What the hell, you can't take it with ya!

Did he plagiarize your story as well?

Maybe you should check out his texting instructions for us on the newbie board. LOL

leaves to get a Crown that has been prepared for him by his SB.

Peace out

MM

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What's quite amazing about the Sugarland flames: even though I've made it quite clear that I'm paying all of these SBs, the Frustrated Johns refuse to believe any of it.  But it's quite ok for Frustrated Johns to write lurid reviews about thirty-something providers who are rated '10'.   And the Frustrated Johns are giving them multiple orgasms, lol.

And they say I write fiction.  I love that.  --z

His Mom won't let him use her credit card to read more stories that he can plagiarize.

So he just makes up crap and posts his dreams here...like its a blog.

Do a search on this guys handle and you'll see his delusional posts about sugar babies.

He has NO fuckin clue!

Interesting how the hookers who also dabble in sb land have all called you on your insane bullshit.

Mom called me and said she'll make meat loaf tonight instead of fish sticks.  Just stop with your blog here.

You are so pathetic...I looked in the closet again and still no monsters.  Make sure to brush your teeth before bed too!

Swings is too smart to fall for your drivel.  She'll do a search for your handle and know that your just a troll living in Moms basement.

Still no monsters in the closet.  Everything will be OK,

Yep..you wrote it doofus!

Own it now.

Isn't sugarland missing their local idiot?  I saw that on the news tonight and knew immediately it was you!

What a crock.

Just do a search and you can be entertained for hours.

It's hysterical as he just has such a vivid imagination.

He could write a book...but plagiarism is frowned upon when trying to publish someone else's material.