Being cared for by elder ladies is perceived as a gentle existence. It isn’t. It’s a trap, and I nearly fell into it. Jayden is my name. Even though I’m 29 now, I see a shattered guy hiding behind expensive hotels and fashionable clothes in my early 20s. Living in places I didn’t even know the rent for, eating meals I didn’t pay for, and driving automobiles I didn’t fuel gave the impression that I was winning. But I was hollow on the inside.
It all began on campus. I knew how to make older ladies laugh, I was attractive, and I was in good shape. That was all that was required. I was “booked” as a service when one sugar mommy connected me to her pals. I was treated like a toy and rewarded for “behaving like a man” and maintaining secrets. I assured myself that it would only last until I “got on my feet.” To read more click here.
