Gold digger Stories

I'm Sabrina, a goddess in heels, a sexy tease and a gold digger for profession. I've got a body that makes men beg and a sex drive that could outrun a stampede. You, on the other hand, were old enough to be my grandpa, but you had the cash and a penthouse with a view that made my heart flutter. You had a heart condition, a little tick-tock time bomb that kept us all on our toes, but you didn't let it get in the way of our...

My ex-wife was a lying, cheating, gold-digging slut. Some might say that statement lacks nuance. That people are complex. They have desires, dreams, histories, motives, loves and hates. There are reasons that people do the things they do, and reducing them to a short phrase is, well, reductive. And that’s all true. Kim was a person as complex as you or I, with her own wants and needs, with a history that informed who she...

“Welcome, handsome,” I said, strolling up to the table for two. “My name is Alyssa. What can I start you off with?” The gentleman sat down less than thirty seconds before, at the high-end bar inside the upscale downtown restaurant where I work. “Thanks,” he said, without more than a glance. His eyes were fixed on the doors to the bar. “Will someone be joining you?” I asked, half hoping his response would be no. “Yes,” he...

I knew she was a golddigger; she wasn't fooling anyone but my Dad. Porsche (yes, apparently that was her real name) had met my Dad about three months prior to their getting married. He had gone to Las Vegas on a business trip–a sales convention for his company. One day after the endless meetings, he had stopped off at a local titty bar called Candi's for a little something to relax. There he met Porsche and they hit it of...