Fresh Start
W hen I moved to the beautiful sunshine city that I now call home, it was to make a fresh start. It was my way of having a second chance and starting again. My name is Chantelle, and this is the story of an intriguing and secret part of my life involving eight men. The following events all took place over a space of twelve months. When I moved here, I wanted to make new friends, find new experiences and meet new people as often as I could. Something I didn’t expect was to find myself grasping for air through several marriage proposals and steamy sex scenes with attractive and wealthy men. The experiences that follow, I had never dreamt of having, let alone living. The men that made these experiences possible had professions that ranged from doctors, usually surgeons, successful business owners, senior accountants and lawyers, all the way to drug traffickers. All but one came to me with the same promise after mere weeks or less, of dating: “marry me and never worry about money again”. What woman would not want to hear those words? I was struggling financially when I moved here when one of my new friends suggested that I should begin dating a rich man to ease my suffering. I quickly brushed off the suggestion. I wanted money but I was never that desperate. My friend explained that there are many wealthy men in this city looking for a girlfriend, but most of these men are often away so much that they have not found anyone decent to spend their time with yet. These men were apparently after a genuine loving, trophy wife to be by their side, something I had always wanted to be.
I moved here after the man I lived with and loved had been found having an affair. I vowed that the next time I gave my heart to someone and it all came crashing down; I would walk away with much more than a broken heart. If this happened to me again, I wanted compensation. I refused to get into another serious relationship where I made all the money and I took care of everything. This time was going to be different. This time, someone was going to take care of me emotionally, financially and most importantly, physically. I was genuinely searching for a partner in life too, so I tried the dating scene and scoured through all sorts of men. I met a few down to earth nice guys but sadly, many of them could not offer me the life I was now seeking. I’d had enough of the guys who did nothing but talk, promised and did not fulfil and were constantly self-absorbed. I wanted to settle down with a hot and wealthy man and had no time for those who did not know what they want or couldn’t provide me with what I wanted. I was twenty five, in the prime of my youth and could not look any better. My hair was long and golden blonde, my eyes a wave of green and blue and my body fit for a man to wrap himself up in.
After a few months of pointless dating, I was starting to get frustrated and wanted to get serious about finding a worthy man to end up with. First thing I decided was that I could look a little better. I had never being overweight or an ugly duckling in my life, but if I was going to raise the stakes and be noticed in expensive outfits, I would need to have a much more noticeable body. I dropped two dress sizes by eating less and working out. Suddenly, I had a rocking athletic yet feminine body. My ass was tighter and higher; my legs could be seen walking a mile away and my breasts were so tight, they could have been mistaken as fake. I began to see plenty of attention from the athletic and fit guys who worked out on and near the beach. They were not exactly the wealthy man I was after but just seeing the way they looked at me with lust in their eyes, like they would die if they didn’t put their cock in me right then and there; well it was a turn on. When not at the beach, I spent most of my time in clubs. I figured that these were the best places to meet eligible bachelors. I did get a few dates, but none of them turned out to be
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