I fell in love with my 62-year-old sugar daddy (2024)

Just days before I was due to start my final community work placement to finish my degree, I was evicted from my flat.

I was 23 and had been renting a unit from a young couple with a baby in Melbourne. It wasn’t an ideal situation given my line of work in the sex industry, but I’d known no one else in the city and it was all I could afford at the time.

Living there came with challenges though. On my very first night, I got a text at 10pm telling me to keep the noise down. And despite their claims to be cool about my job, it didn’t take long for them to start tut-tutting.

But I never thought they’d actually kick me out.

Distraught, I called the one other person I knew who lived locally – my sugar daddy, James*.

He didn’t hesitate to come to my rescue. ‘Move in with me while you complete your studies,’ he offered and I gladly accepted, certain it would just be a temporary thing.

Little did I know that we’d end up falling in love.

I was never meant to move to Melbourne. Originally, I had intended on completing my social work degree in my small hometown in Victoria.

But when it came to undertaking an unpaid community placement, my options became few and far between. And without any funds to support myself, I turned to sex work.

What started as a nude photo hobby and a love of pole dancing led me to stripping in Queensland over the university break. I then began picking up regular shifts in a brothel back in Victoria, and took occasional trips to their Sydney establishment, too.

By my final semester, and after a number of judgemental comments from coursemates about my side hustle, I decided to change campuses and move to Melbourne at 23 to complete my studies. And that’s when I met James.

Shortly before I arrived in the city I found his profile on a ‘sugar’ website – somewhere that wealthy men advertise for an intimate companion – and I liked what I saw.

He was 62 and sexy in that silver fox kind of way and I liked that he talked about his commitment to the environment, his love for social justice, and his straightforward and honest approach to sugar dating, which was evident in the respect he showed for the choice women make to become sex workers.

We agreed to meet up one night in July 2019 and it was great. He cooked dinner at his place – and yes, the sex was incredible too.

The next day, having told him I’d secured a flat in the area, he showed me around the suburb, and the vibe between us was easy and affectionate. I enjoyed our time together, but I didn’t think he’d become anything more than one of my regular clients.

A few weeks later, James sent around a house warming present to my new digs – bed linen (which I really needed) and I was touched by his thoughtfulness.

I continued seeing other clients while still making time for James and we even enjoyed a weekend away together, which he paid for, but with no other charge (as it were).

That’s why, on the night I was evicted, he was the first person I thought to call. It wasn’t just that I had no-one else in Melbourne I could turn to – I knew he would understand.

I moved in with him, and we soon found we were really compatible in a comfortable, domestic way.

He respected my moral stance on veganism and cooked accordingly; we laughed and joked about the little things around the house, and we slept together in the same bed – or at least we did initially, until snoring got the better of us and James gave me the spare room.

Tranquillity was restored and I started my placement the very next week.

It was around this time that I stopped full service sex work and went back to stripping. James wasn’t keen on me seeing other men professionally, and in truth, it was a good compromise. He’d even pick me up from the city in the early hours after a shift, get a meal organised when we got home and keep the house tidy.

At first, I did look for somewhere else to live, but I quickly grew used to waking each morning to a mug of freshly brewed coffee. And with everything we shared – our values, outlook on life, our humour – it soon became apparent to both of us that, age-gap or not, we were happy with each other.

So, after only a few weeks of living together, I had to admit the obvious and drop the L-bomb.

‘Thank god you said it first, I was too scared,’ James admitted immediately.

When I finished my placement, James took me on an all expenses trip to Vietnam and Bali, which was the perfect way to finish off what had been a topsy-turvy year.

Still, I felt I wasn’t done with sex work. I think it’s a legitimate way for a young woman to make good money, and I love the performance element of stripping too, so, on the plane on the way home, I began planning a ‘gap year’ where I could work in the industry before I moved into social work.

James was, understandably, not keen on me going back to full service work now we were in a relationship – I guess he felt a bit threatened by it. Instead, I focused on a mix of stripping and cam work.

I hadn’t done any cam modelling – I guess you’d call it online stripping – at that stage, so I started by creating my online persona, Nova Hawthorne, and researched the various platforms to use as well as what services I could offer, and I soon found I was pretty good at it.

I’m cheerful, up for a chat, and a sympathetic listener to men who might have trouble relating to a woman. I’m also comfortable working with my body to provide sexual entertainment for people, and I’m open to kinks (provided they’re safe and respectful, to me and others).

As fate would have it, the timing of my going into cam work couldn’t have been better as, within weeks of James and I getting home, the Covid lockdowns began, so online work was all that was available. And it has been life-changing.

Cam modelling proved lucrative and I was even able to offer girls I knew from stripping work as cam girls, helping them earn a living during the lockdowns.

The only thing was that sex work can be, let’s say, intrusive. Forever my biggest supporter though, James put a hefty sum towards helping me buy another apartment that I could use as a studio for my cam work.

I’ve come a long way from the girl who was evicted four years ago. Since then, I’ve incorporated a company and now regularly turn over around 400,000 AUD a year – which, ironically, is now much more than James currently makes.

But it’s not all about the money anymore. James and I have built a life together, set up a trust-fund for our investments, and he still brings me a fresh cup of coffee every morning.

I never intended to fall in love with my sugar daddy but I did. And let me tell you, life has never been sweeter.

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