I don’t think I ever truly understood what I was getting myself into when I signed up for SugarDaddies.com. At first, it seemed like just a way to meet someone who could offer me a little more than the typical guy I’d been dating. I wasn’t looking for anything too serious — maybe just a fun connection, a little help here and there, and a break from the usual grind. It felt like a new adventure.
I remember my first few days on the platform. I was flooded with messages, some more flattering than others. I was overwhelmed, but the idea of having so many options made me feel… powerful, in a way. There was one guy who stood out right away — let’s call him David. He was older, well-traveled, and, at least from what I could gather from his profile, incredibly successful. He had that smooth, self-assured tone in his messages that made him seem like he knew exactly what he wanted — and he seemed to think I was exactly what he wanted.
He asked me out on a dinner date, and we met at a fancy restaurant. It was everything I imagined — elegant, effortless. I felt like a princess. He was charming, attentive, and made me laugh. There was something about the way he carried himself, the way he treated me, that felt different from anything I’d experienced before. We talked about our lives, our careers, and, of course, his success. It all felt natural — too natural, maybe.
After that night, he started sending me gifts. Expensive ones. Jewelry, designer clothes, even a brand-new phone. At first, I thought it was just part of the charm, part of his way of showing that he was interested. But after a while, it became clear that there were strings attached. He kept saying things like, “It’s just my way of showing you how much I care.”
I started feeling uncomfortable with the growing sense of obligation. The gifts, the lavish dates, the constant attention — it was all starting to feel like a transaction, even though I didn’t want to admit it. But what really threw me off was when he began to ask for things in return. Nothing explicit, but there were subtle hints. He’d mention how much he loved spending time with me, and how much he “appreciated” my company, followed by the occasional suggestion that he wanted me to be more available to him, in ways I wasn’t sure I was comfortable with.
At first, I didn’t know what to make of it. I told myself that maybe I was overthinking things, that this was just how it worked. He was rich, older, and used to getting what he wanted. But the more I spent time with him, the more I realized that his intentions were a little more complicated than I initially thought.
There was one night, about a month in, when he invited me to his house for a weekend getaway. He had been pushing for it for a while, and I didn’t really have a good reason not to go. When I arrived, everything seemed perfect at first — a huge, luxurious estate, a private chef, and endless bottles of wine. But as the night went on, things started to feel a little off. David was a bit too insistent about things — asking me to spend time alone with him, making comments that made me uncomfortable.
That night, things got a little too close for comfort. He tried to kiss me in a way that felt more possessive than affectionate, and I pulled away. I tried to laugh it off, but something in my gut told me this wasn’t the kind of relationship I wanted. It wasn’t just the physical discomfort — it was the feeling that I was being used, even though I couldn’t quite articulate why.
I left the next morning, feeling weirdly guilty, even though I was the one who felt disrespected. It was only after I got home and thought about it more that I realized how manipulative the whole situation had been. The gifts, the attention — it had all been about control. He wanted me to feel indebted to him, and at that moment, I realized that’s exactly how I’d felt. I wasn’t in a real relationship; I was in a power struggle disguised as something sweet.
I stopped responding to David’s messages after that. He didn’t take it well. There were texts, phone calls, and even a couple of voicemails where he tried to convince me that I was “overreacting.” It was almost laughable — he sounded so sure of himself, like his money and influence could fix anything. But in the end, I knew I had made the right decision.
Looking back, the platform had its perks — the gifts, the luxury, the attention. But it also had people with very questionable intentions, people who wanted to manipulate and control. I had gotten caught up in the idea of a rich, older man taking care of me, but it turned into something I never expected. It wasn’t just about money — it was about power. And I wasn’t willing to give up my sense of self for it.
I don’t know if I’ll go back to SugarDaddies.com. Maybe some people have better experiences, but for me, it’s been a lesson in learning to trust my instincts and not get swept up in the glamour of it all. In the end, no amount of money or expensive gifts is worth losing who you are.
I’m still figuring out what I want, but I know this much for sure: I’ll never let someone make me feel indebted again. Not for anything.
