The Female Self Pressure
Do you have to be the perfect sex lady all of the time? It was not until I met my Sugar Daddy that I realised that I had been putting a lot of pressure on myself to be super sexy. I had presumed that all men wanted to have a girlfriend who was the perfect sexy kitten all of the time. It comes from working for London escorts for a long time. When I stop and think about it, it is clear many London escorts feel the same way as I do. We all think a relationship is all about one thing.My new Sugar Daddy and I met in a delicatessen in London.
I have rather a few passions in my life, and one of them is Italian food. When I pass on my way to start my shift with London escorts, I often pop in and get something nice. Anyway, this was on my day off from London escorts, and I was feeling rather chilled out. I decided to stop to have a glass of wine and some anti-pasta for lunch. Derek, my to be Sugar Daddy, was sitting on the next table, and it did not take long before we were chatting.Before I knew it we had spent a couple of hours of chatting and eating.
As always, I had not told him about charlotte action escorts, but when I stood up it was clear that he clocked by thigh high black boots. To my surprise, he asked me if I really felt that I needed to dress like that. Along with my low cleavage top, I guess I looked like a girl who would sort of belong at a London escorts service. Did I look to sexy to appeal to a sophisticated gentleman like Derek?When I came home that afternoon, I took a good look at myself. You could see that I was getting my inspiration from the other girls at London escorts, and cheap magazines.
Thinking about it, I did really long to look different and feel different. It was a bit like I was there to be at someone’s pleasure all of the time. I soon realised that I had lost part of myself during my with London escorts. It was time for me to put the brakes on and come up with a new style. A couple of days later, Derek called me just as I had finished with shift with charlotte action escorts. We met up for drinks, and being a perceptive man, it did not take him long to figure out what I did for a living. He asked me if I wanted to do something else with my life.
It had not dawned on me, but I was rather desperate to change my lifestyle. The late nights were getting to me. Now, when I come home college having ditched London escorts, I often pull on my comfy pyjamas and sit there and talk to Derek. He does not mind. Gone are the days of cheap fashion magazines and I don’t feel I have to be a sex kitten all of the time. Mind you, I still like to slip on my thigh high boots on special occasions.