Honestly? Most of the time, it’s not about the sex — it’s the attention, the vibe, the little illusion that someone actually wants to be with you for a few hours.

Let’s be real — the sex can be decent, sometimes even great, but rarely mind-blowing. What makes it work is the GFE layer — the “hi baby,” the smile, the drink, the skin-on-skin without pressure.

It’s the feeling of being wanted without the mess of dating.
So yeah… I’d say the attention is 70%, the sex 30% — and I’m not ashamed to admit it.

Honestly, it’s the illusion that does it for me. There’s something intoxicating about the way a sugar baby looks at you like you're the center of the universe, even if it's an act. The sex itself is rarely mind-blowing, especially compared to real relationships—but it’s that temporary escape from reality that keeps me coming back. You’re not just paying for sex—you’re paying to be admired, desired, even worshipped. That’s the real drug.

The sex can be robotic sometimes, especially if she’s tired or clearly not into it. But occasionally, you get a girl who’s an amazing actress—or maybe just good at connecting—and the chemistry feels real, even if it’s rented. I’ve had sessions where I genuinely felt a connection, where the lines blurred. But you always snap back to reality when she checks her phone right after and asks when you’re booking again.

Honestly, it’s both. The sex is usually good, but the real addiction is the illusion of being wanted. That girlfriend-style cuddle after? That fake jealousy? It hits you in a different spot than just your dick. It's like renting love — and yeah, it feels good.

Honestly? It’s 50/50. The sex is good, but it’s the affection, the pampering, the illusion of being desired that hits hardest. It’s therapy with a happy ending.

I go for the sex, stay for the fantasy. Being called "papi" or "darling" while she’s naked in your arms—it feeds something deeper than just physical pleasure.

For most guys it’s a mix — sometimes it’s the sex, sometimes it’s the attention, and often it’s both tangled together. In a Sukhumvit bar or Nana Plaza night, the lights, the music, and a dancer leaning into your space are engineered to make you feel wanted. That attention is intoxicating — it strokes ego, chases loneliness, and makes the whole transaction feel emotionally larger than it really is. In places like Walking Street or Soi 6 the vibe is rawer: the sex can be rough and urgent, and the attention is blunt and transactional. Phuket’s Bangla Road sits somewhere between — holiday energy, more tourists, a blend of spectacle and intimacy.

Here’s the useful part — how to tell which you’re paying for and how to get what you actually want:

• Check the after-feel. If you walk out energized and content, the sex delivered. If you feel oddly hollow but complimented, you probably bought attention.
• Look at the build-up. Bars and BJ spots sell pages of attention: eye contact, touch, validation. Escorts and longer-term arrangements sell more sustained emotional labor. Notice where the warmth ends — at closing time or with messages that keep coming.
• Ask yourself what you value. Want adrenaline and novelty? Bars and short-time places deliver the attention + sex combo. Want genuine connection? That’s more likely outside the bar scene — a consistent sugar-baby arrangement or a real relationship.
• Set intentions up front. If you want sex only, be honest. If you crave the attention, accept you’re buying a feeling and tip accordingly. Clear expectations save awkwardness later.
• Don’t confuse intimacy with performance. A dancer can simulate affection brilliantly. That doesn’t make it love — but it can be deeply satisfying in the moment. Know the difference before you get attached.
• Balance the spend. If you’re chasing attention every night, it’s expensive therapy. Try to build non-nightlife sources of attention (friends, hobbies, travel buddies) so the bar nights stay fun, not needy.

Real-life note: I’ve walked out of a Sukhumvit club thinking the whole night was worth it because the performer made me laugh, flirted, and then gave a memorable session — sex and attention in sync. I’ve also left a Pattaya hookup feeling like I’d paid for applause: great show, zero aftercare. Both have value if you know what you bought.

Bottom line — the best nights are when the attention and the sex line up. If they don’t, decide whether you’re okay paying for the spotlight or you want something deeper. Either choice is valid — just own it.