Take me to dinner


I had decided to allow one of my more headstrong sugar babes to take me to dinner the other night, succumbing to her urging that it would be a refreshing change for us since she wanted to not only choose the restaurant but she actually wanted to PAY for the evening! After a quick mind flash in which I was envisioning us eating French toast at 10pm at the highway truck stop, I laughed and agreed to her request to surprise me. She’s a young, educated professional and I trusted her taste implicitly.

Arriving at her building at 6pm, I turned over the keys to my beloved Bentley while simultaneously commenting on her seductive outfit and greeting her with a kiss. I’d decided ahead of time that I would allow her to drive and to truly be in charge the rest of the evening. I’m comfortable enough in my masculinity to go along with the fun, although I have to admit that it would be outside my comfort zone to make a habit of this, as I tried not to allow her to see my whitening knuckles as we made the sharp turn onto the freeway. While my stomach was growling, I could think of nothing other than the need for a nice, dry martini upon arrival.

It wasn’t long before we pulled into what was inarguably one of my favorite restaurants in South Beach. While some people may be under the false impression that any woman interested in a sugar daddy would have to be some blonde bimbo with a subzero IQ, I would fight them to the grave; this woman is not only very intelligent, but clearly observant as well. Dusting off the cobwebs in the recesses of my mind, I realized that this was the very first restaurant I’d taken her to and that was well over a year ago! I couldn’t hold back my smile. Think what you want about sugar daddies and sugar babes, but yes, there is often a sense of romance when I am out with my babes. If you are under the impression that it’s all about her enjoying wine, fine food, gifts and vacations and me only in the relationship for the arm candy and sex, you are wrong. Obviously I am attracted to her (and a few other women I see occasionally) on many levels and the fact that she remembered the place we shared our first meal together and the fact that it’s my favorite, scored huge with me. So huge in fact, that I found myself almost able to completely forget that it was essentially with my money that my babe had ‘treated’ me to a great dinner on the beach!

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