Let's not talk politics

The concept of sugar babies und sugar daddies holds a strange fascination for me. As a feminist, as a woman that hardly ever accepts free drinks from strangers I ought to be appalled yet I can't stop thinking about a second life à la belle du jour. Of being treated like a mixture of princess and escort, of being objectified and used. Of not having to establish how smart I am and of not caring if the man respects me in the morning. Just fantasy. Pleasure. And lust. My looks as commodities and the slight chance that I find the guy attractive. The thrill of how far I'd be willing to go. The novelty of him telling me his fetishes and desires without filter from the get go. The anonimity of it all. And just sex.