My name is Valeria Guzman and I am currently 24 years old and I'm not going to paint you a wonderful excuse of how I ended up being the lover of a man 18 years older than me. Yes, as you are reading it, my sentimental partner is a 42-year-old man and he is the one who "sponsors" my grandiose life of luxury, but before continuing and that you hate me, let me tell you how it all happened, I know that there is no valid justification, but it is not like I robbed or murdered and much less stole anyone's husband. I am an adult woman who made a decision and assumes everything that this entails.

It all started when I was 22 and I was drowning in endless debts with 3 part-time jobs, I could barely survive day to day. I studied at a public institute, but that did not mean that the material was also free. The situation was bleak and simply exhausting.

One day I could not resist the pressure anymore when I saw the eviction sign for non-payment pasted on my door, what was the point of working so hard if in the end nothing changed. I let myself collapse in that ugly hallway while remembering a conceited girl from my classroom.

That girl who used to be in my same class one day, as if by magic, changed completely, arriving with branded bags and beautiful clothes, even inviting several students to eat in expensive places. I remember thinking for hours how the hell she did it to change her life like that and one night I discovered it.

Her group of friends arrived just at the place where I worked as a waitress and while cleaning the table right next to theirs I heard their conversation.

"Girls, soon I'm going to move to a nice apartment in the center, my dear is so generous with me."

"Aren't you disgusted, he is 20 years older than you."

"Tell me baby, would you be disgusted to go out wearing these luxury clothes accompanied by a designer bag and return to a fully furnished apartment without having to pay a single penny for it."

"Well, it's not free either."

"My darling gives me everything I need and in return I make him happy so it's a fair agreement for both of us. I prefer this a thousand times to ending up with a deadbeat who can't even afford tacos at the corner."

"It's amazing how you think."

"If you were smart you would understand that the guys our age are good for nothing more than a good fuck and many cheates, but a mature man who has already lived his life not only gives you comfort but also security, they do know how to treat you like a queen."

They were discussing the pros and cons of that controversial lifestyle, but for me it was the solution I was begging for so much, I desperately needed to find a way out, I was breaking my back and I was not getting any results so I did not think about it and when my shift was over I went straight to the apartment and chose the most beautiful dress I had, the best thing is that it was not blatant and gave me an air of mature woman who knows what she wants.

My stupid fantasy that everything would go well for me from the beginning quickly vanished when I saw that all I was getting was unpleasant men who were more broken than me.

I went through a couple of places without any luck until from an exclusive restaurant I saw the perfect man come out with his impeccable suit, his perfume was of a fragrance that I had never known in my poor life. He was the perfect man so I quickly threw myself into his arms, literally cornering him against the wall.

His cold look made me doubt. - Sorry I just twisted my ankle.

"Are you okay?"

"It hurts a little."

To my surprise, far from pushing me away, he lifted me in his arms and took me inside his car, the driver watched us through the rearview mirror and at a simple signal he began the journey. During the trip I did not dare to say anything, in fact all the confidence I had had already vanished from me.

What if he's taking me to the police station? How the hell am I going to pay a fine when I can't even pay rent.

I was amazed when we stopped in front of a luxurious hotel and that man extended his hand to help me down. My head was a mess, I wanted to run away, but at the same time I couldn't; I wouldn't have another opportunity like this.

He remained silent until we reached the room, I, scared, simply sat on the couch. His high-pitched voice echoed in the silent place.

"Is your ankle feeling better?"

"Ah emm yes, it doesn't hurt so much anymore. Thank you for your help."

I see him go to the bar and pour himself a drink of whiskey while my heart beat faster and faster.

With a subtle movement, he extends a glass to me while giving me a cold look.

"I already know you've never suffered any inconvenience, so tell me. Are you a prostitute?"

"NO! Sir, I know it seems like the opposite, but I assure you I'm not a prostitute."

"That's something a woman of the night would say. How old are you, you don't look very old."

I understand his concern, everything in this situation screams scam, I have to convince him somehow, I take his hand and invite him to sit next to me.

"I am 22 years old and I assure you that I am not that kind of woman, even so I cannot deny that I liked you as soon as I saw you and that is why I resorted to such a low trick. I wanted an opportunity."

"Opportunity for what? You know how many women I see throwing themselves into my arms, girl."

It's now or never. - An opportunity to meet you and have you help me with something.

I take his hand and bring two of his fingers to my mouth, after playing with them a little with my tongue I run them under my dress and underwear making them go as deep as possible.

"As you can see, I am a virgin and I wanted my first time to be with someone special."

Without saying anything, he throws me on the couch and positions himself on top of me, I'm not going to deny that I felt scared at that moment.

"What are you playing at, do you think you can come to me and ask for something like that as if it were nothing? Worse, you think I'm so stupid that I'm going to agree without questioning your actions."

"I.. I.. I'm so sorry."

A few tears begin to fall, I really thought it would be easier to do this, but nothing is going well. Noticing my fear, that man moves away, leaving me space.

"Why are you doing this, you should share this moment with someone special, a boy your age. A boyfriend and give yourself for love."

"I don't want that, boys my age don't know anything and are careless. I know you don't believe me, but I thought about this for a long time, I prefer to be with someone experienced who can treat me well than with an *sshole who is going to hurt me and in the end will not only play with my body but also with my heart."

He says nothing as he takes a sip of his drink. - Sir, please, I know what I'm asking for sounds absurd, but think about it, you will have a good time and I will be able to enjoy the experience without having love conflicts in between. I will simply be another woman in your life and you will be my first man, the one who teaches me the pleasures of life.

I'm playing everything for nothing, in novels this trick never fails, men love to have their egos boosted and being the first of a woman beyond any relationship leaves them above everyone else, so if after my words he rejects me, then it's a resounding defeat for me.

"I regret everything that happened, I'm leaving right now."

I get up throwing the last bait, this is really my last card to play. I reach the door and turn the handle praying that he will stop me, I will never be so lucky again to find a man as handsome and clean as him.

The door opens and I give up, before closing it he holds it. - Come in, girl.

A big smile spreads across my face as I go back in, that man doesn't give me time for anything and leaves me against the door. Our eyes meet and I can feel his fresh breath mixed with a dangerous touch of whiskey.

"What's your name."

"Va.. Valeria."

I feel his light touch on my cheek adjusting my hair followed by his lips, f*ck it's the best kiss of my entire life. His tongue plays with mine as I feel his hands run along my neck going down even further reaching my buttocks, then he picks me up to take me to the bed.

My eyes follow each of his movements as I watch him take off his tie followed by each button of his shirt. I don't know how old he is, but without a doubt that body is of a man who loves to take care of himself. Well marked and all toned and hard, the moment of the pants arrives and while he takes off his belt I can't help but bring my hands and cover my eyes.

"Ha ha ha Are you going to behave like that after almost begging me to teach you the pleasures of life."

If before I thought he was the most handsome man, after seeing that smile I have no doubt that I have won the damn lottery. This man is causing complete chaos in me and he hasn't even done anything yet.

He descends slowly and begins to kiss me while I open my legs so he can be comfortable and feel him, I never thought a man could be so perfect. Rich, in good shape, and with a tool that, although still half asleep, I can already tell will be big and fiery.

I barely manage to take a breath due to his intensity. - Please... Please be gentle.

"Relax, I promise to treat you well and I assure you that you will never forget tonight."

His hot kisses begin to descend until they reach my sensitive area, without saying anything he devours me completely, this sensation added to his words makes me think that I will truly never forget what this man is going to do to me.

After having the best orgasm of my life, I see him take off his boxers and put on the condom, now it is fully awake, which makes me hesitate.

"That's not going to fit, sir."

"Of course, it will, and I want you to scream my name when you feel it."

"But you still haven't told me your name."

"My name is Alvaro."

Alvaro takes my legs, turning me over so I'm facing down while he begins to rub his manhood on my buttocks, I feel my whole body react to his touch, and before I realize it, he begins to enter me.

A slight moan escapes as I cling tightly to the sheets, his softer voice whispers in my ear. - Scream my name, Valeria.

With one thrust, he enters completely, and I can't help but scream his name full of lust. - ¡ALVARO!...

His movements became more savage after pronouncing that word, and I let myself go, each position was new, as was the sensation that aroused in me with his caresses and passionate kisses. Now I know that I could never regret this absurd decision because thanks to it I found the perfect man.

That morning I wake up completely sore, I search for him with my hands in the bed, but I am disappointed to notice that he is no longer by my side. I sit up and I can see on the table a tray with what I suppose is breakfast, next to it there are a few bills, all of them are 100s, but that does not mean that I do not feel good.

I take a quick bath and leave the place somewhat embarrassed but satisfied. Already in a plaza not far away I start counting the money and I am amazed to see that with this I can cancel my overdue rent although I am also bothered by the idea that everything is intended solely for that.

How I would like to go shopping right now, have what I always stared at in the window, arrive at the salon wearing something nice with my hair done and a bag that matches everything, but if I do that I would have to sleep on the street.

With my illusions shattered, I return to my apartment and with all the pain in my heart, I hand over each bill to the landlord, keeping just enough for lunch and hopefully a sweet.

If anyone is wondering what kind of life I must have led to end up doing this, well, it wasn't bad, on the contrary, my parents always worked hard so that I wouldn't lack at least the essentials. They are good and responsible parents who did not hesitate to give me all their savings when I told them about the idea of coming to study here.

Every month Mom calls hoping to hear good news from me, and she always reminds me when she hangs up that if something isn't going as I thought, I can come back, but how to do it. I promised myself to return one day when I was already established and with a good salary, I wanted the day I arrived at their house to be with many gifts to show them that I had succeeded.

I am not ashamed of what I did, but I would be ashamed of myself to see my parents again and tell them that I am a failure who wasted all their effort and achieved nothing in the end, the worst of all is that I know that they would not be angry with me, even so, I do not want to give up. I'm going to try a little longer before giving up.

The following weeks everything was the same, I went through that same place a few times trying to find him, but I didn't see him again, I don't know what I'm complaining about, I was the one who told him that it would only be that night and nothing more. But how much did it cost him to give me at least his contact number.

My luck didn't improve either, I kept meeting mediocre guys who didn't even have enough for a good motel, which was a waste of time. Maybe my calculations were not good and I am not pretty enough to find a Sugar Daddy who pampers and spoils me as I wish.