I was a widower on the wrong side of sixty and desperate for sex! My mates told me I was still good looking and I knew I was in good shape. Oh, and rich! That should have guaranteed me a woman, if it wasn’t for one thing. I just didn’t fancy granny-types my own age. No, what turned me on was much younger women; like a third of my age! And gorgeous, of course, I couldn’t shag a moose! Then my best bud, Dave had an intriguing suggestion. A sugar baby agency!
Extract: Dear Sir, thank you so much for your interest. We are a referral only agency and will need to confirm your reference with Mr Jones. Once we have done that, we will require your agency fee of £500 plus VAT to give you free and unfettered access to our site. Thereafter, all other financial matters are strictly between you and whichever of our young ladies you select for your entertainment. It was signed Julie. I wondered if that was her real name, as I sent a quick text to Dave, to tell him to look out for an email. Five hundred quid, which was six hundred with the tax, seemed a lot of money for just a registration, but it was small change to me, and if it got me what I so desperately wanted, worth every penny! I’d like to say I wasn’t just waiting, staring at the screen, but it wouldn't be true. I was! It only took another ten minutes though, before another email arrived from Julie, with a congratulations, a payment link and a kiss. I got my black Amex out, fed in the details and clicked, to be rewarded with yet another link. I clicked again, and I was in! The site was like Aladdin’s cave for horny boys.
