Don’t hate me but... I date men for cash!
I was scrimping to pay my bills, then a meal-ticket landed in my lap Shan Morgan, 24, Leicester
Slurping noodles in my uni dorm, I scrolled through Instagram and spotted that all my mates were on holiday.
How could they afford it?
While they were jetsetting, I was living on baked beans in student digs.
A few weeks later, I got chatting to them.
I couldn’t help but notice their perfectly manicured nails, gorgeous salon-styled hair and designer handbags.
‘How on earth do you pay for it all?’ I huffed.
‘We’re sugar babies,’ they grinned.
Turned out the girls had signed up to a dating site for sugar daddies and sugar babies – women who receive cash, gifts or holidays from older fellas.
Sometimes a bloke even paid them cash to join him for lunch! It got me thinking. I’d started modelling and designing my own clothes, but it wasn’t paying my rent or my bills.
More than that, I wanted to be wooed, romanced and treated properly.
I wanted a piece of the action!
So, I signed up, uploaded a picture of myself in a nice dress and in a bikini...
I described myself as chatty, fun, bubbly and a bit cheeky.
Then I waited for the first man to contact me. Some guys who got in touch had eye-popping incomes, stating their salary as their user names. Not that I minded.
‘Wow!’ I gasped, clocking the
‘I’ll give you £300 if you stay with me overnight’
number of zeros after some of the names…
Some were married – they wanted discreet arrangements.
Others wanted sex, or just a bit of company.
I respected their honesty. More than the guys my age I’d met on dating apps, who blew hot and cold at the drop of a hat.
Within a week, I matched with a bloke in his 40s who owned a casino.
We met for dinner in a fancy restaurant the following week.
Dressed to the nines, I strutted in.
He quickly told me he wanted a relationship and exclusivity.
‘I’ll give you £200 per date,’ he said. ‘And £300 if you stay with me overnight.’
The money was tempting, but I didn’t want to be tied down.
We went on three dates, which he paid me for, but there was no spark.
I didn’t want sex if there wasn’t an emotional connection between us.
It was time to try someone else. Soon after, I went on a date with a gorgeous, recently divorced silver fox.
He was 60, but I didn’t mind.
He just wanted someone to speak to, and I enjoyed his company.
In January this year, I got chatting to a man in his 30s, a successful entrepreneur...
After a few dates, he flew out to China on business.
Then he texted…
I miss you. Come join me?
So I flew first class, sipping champagne! It was a far cry from my noodle days, and honestly, things between us felt so natural. He told his mates we’d met on a dating app for beautiful people! Next time, we flew to Lanzarote, then Cancun, sunned ourselves on private beaches in swish five-star hotels. He gave me £800 spending money, and I took the leftovers home with me. My rent and bills were no longer a problem. And things were steamy between the sheets. All the perks of a relationship, and none of the commitment... I was living the dream! Seeing how much easier and fun my life was becoming as a sugar baby, I doubled, then tripled my efforts till I was seeing three men.
One chap I met in London for dinner every week, bagging £500 per meet.
Then there was a man in his 40s from Ireland I saw once a month.
He paid me £800 cash for a long weekend, and footed the bill for my travel there.
Lastly, there was a lovely Swedish man in his 40s.
He sent me on shopping sprees, stuffing cash into my purse.
Now, I’m still seeing all three of my fellas, and am in a sexual relationship with them all.
They know about each other – I’m brutally honest about that.
And they know I won’t stand for them having other sugar babies.
It might not sound fair, but I give them all the attention and fun they could possibly need.
In return, I make up to £2,000 a month and use the cash to pay my bills and student loans.
I’m saving some to set up my own fashion boutique, too.
I dream of getting married and having kids one day.
But for now, I’m living life to the full.
Life as a sugar baby has never been so sweet!
I’m living the high life