Wanda

I met Wanda, aged 29 at a very nice and cozy pub on the West Side, near Columbia University. It was September, one of those sunny yet crisp New York afternoons. As she approached, wearing a very nice and form fitting white dress, I noticed her curves. She was petite, short brown hair, with a distinct Southwest accent. She was in town for school, and had some hard times with finances, living in a big city. She said she always was attracted to a sugar daddy type of relationship. Her previous relationship was with a 53 year old ! (wow now that's an age difference) and it lasted for a couple of years. She had even met some of his family.
She told me her ground rules. No gifts, she only likes cash, in an envelope. And, even though these liaisons didnt last for more than 1 or 2 hours, she didn't like short stay hotels. She wanted Sheraton, Hilton etc etc. So I played along for a while. She was also quite particular about sexual positions, may I add. She alwas wanted to be on top. She explained: in real life she tends to be passive, so in the bedroom she likes to take control. Fair enough, who am I to argue, so I went along for the ride (pun intended!)