Alan was this hot guy in his 50s’ who I had met at a health resort just outside of London. I had gone there with my girls from charlotte escorts to just chill out, and I ended up meeting a man who more or less became my Sugar Daddy. I really had not expected to fall in love with a guy in his 50’s but he acted younger and had more energy than some of the young guys I dated at London escorts. We were soon firm friends, and he kind of became my unofficial Sugar Daddy.
Yes, Alan was well off and despite me insisting that I paid for a lot of my own stuff, he seemed to manage to spoil me rotten. He realised that I worked for charlotte escorts, and said that he did not really have a problem with it. Instead of having a go at me for working for at elite charlotte escorts service, he told me that it made sense what I was doing. After all, he had not met a lot of 26 year girls in London with their own flat and no mortgage.
Alan was, and is, a very passionate man. At times we totally lost the plot and ended up having sex with no proper protection. I was worried that I would get pregnant and lose my job with London escorts, but passion seemed to have taken over my life. My self styled Sugar Daddy often picked me up after my London escorts shift and treated me to stays in 5 star hotels all over London. After a few glasses of vintage champagne, I threw caution to the wind and just enjoyed myself.
Not only was Alan a nice guy, but he was an amazing lover as well. I used to tell all of the girls at London escorts about our sex life, and about Alan’s mastery of the art of seduction. Unlike some of the guys I met at London escorts, it was cleared that this guy was a guy who knew how to charm a woman into bed, and make her feel on top of the world.
I had always carried a little bit of extra weight around my belly, but it had not bothered me. Don’t for one minute assume that all guys who date London escorts like slim women, it is simply not true. It was true of Alan as well, but after about ten months into our relationship, I noticed my tops were getting tighter and I was also suffering from indigestion. It worried me a bit, so I went to the doctor. Twenty minutes later, I came out of her office in a real state. I was about 8 months pregnant! Alan was sitting outside and thought I was seriously ill. When I explained I was pregnant, the biggest grin ever spread across his face. He had thought he had missed out on being a daddy, and when I gave birth to our daughter supported in his arms in a posh maternity hospital in London, he could not stop crying. Today, we are a happy family, and our little baby is 8 years old, and the proud owner of a collection of giant teddy bears. Does her daddy spoil her? I am afraid so.