It was the very beginning of my sugaring when I first had a chance to leave late. I mean we had a date, a lovely place with some wine (I so much needed it then to calm down) and then had a (hopefully) remarkable time together. But then I felt like leaving. There was no reason to stay really. All I could get was a breakfast in the morning and I just did not feel like it. Besides I prefer to sleep in my own bed.
So I opted to ask if I can leave. He said yes and yet I felt like betraying him. At first the feeling was so strong I nearly decided to stay, but then I thought I should avoid more sex tonight so I convinced myself to go. Continue reading “Leaving late”