Atlanta
I mean, it IS falling right? Or maybe that is just the typical Atlanta craziness!! I don't know but I love me some Atlanta. One of my BFF's is trying to convince me to split my time between Atlanta & Jacksonville, and I am considering taking her up on the offer. However, for the time being I am going to be coming to conquer some penises in later March. Available the 27-29.
I will be doing a photo shoot March 28 so I will most likely NOT be available that day. If you haven't been following my antics on my blog here is a recent excerpt that you may enjoy.
So I'm in the Windy City, Chicago, and I only had one appointment yesterday (Wednesday). No big deal, I spent most of the morning and afternoon before and after my appointment working on some of the book I am writing. However, that gets old after a while so I decided that I was going to go out to dinner. Now, I hate going out to dinner alone. I always get hit on by the dumbest looking guys when I go out to dinner alone. Somehow eating alone equates to not having any friends or perhaps being desperate. I am neither. So I got online on a dating website I am on (yes, I am on a dating website and no, I will not tell you which one it is you weirdo), and decided I was going to invite a random stranger out for dinner and drinks.
As luck would have it a few guys responded right away, and I got lectured by one on how I shouldn't invite strangers out without getting to know them first. I'm sorry stranger, I thought the purpose of being on a dating site was to meet people, not play email tag, but what do I know. However, one guy looked promising so I invited him to my hotel to meet me for a drink, and then we adjourned to a different lounge for drinks. I had already eaten dinner (alone), and wasn't hungry. We had great conversation and there was definite sexual chemistry going on. I had picked a winner. He was older than me by 11 years, and tall 6'1" at least with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. He was a runner, and although he did sport the Chicago tan, which is no tan at all, he was still pretty hot. Smart, sexy looking, and interested in getting into my pants. Always a good combination.
After drinks I invited him up to my hotel room where we proceeded to talk and share one last glass of wine. He was giving me "the look" and I decided I too had enough of the talking and it was time to get down to the business of gettin' it on. I had on jeans, a black corset , and over that a black & white striped long sleeve shirt that was actually a dress, but could pass for both. I will admit, I looked appropriately slutty/hot/fuckable. Exactly what I was going for.
We ended up fucking for about an hour and a half, and only three times because "I" didn't have any condoms and he had only brought three. Is three condoms like the magic number or something? It may have been hard to explain me telling him, "Oh don't worry I have four boxes of condoms in my suitcase, and no, I'm not an escort." Yeah, and there's some ocean front property I wanna sell you in Kansas too.
But I digress. He was pretty good in bed. He had the stamina, a decent sized cock, and he was appropriately aggressive enough to make my pussy cream like a broken fire hydrant on a sunny day. When he left I was limber, satisfied, and I had sore nipples, which is a good thing, sort of. I took a quick shower in the dark no less and hopped into bed to drift off into dream land.
Woke up this morning at 9am to get ready for my day. I had a gentleman caller set to arrive at 10am and I needed to get my ass in gear if I was going to be ready on time. I hopped in the shower and did all the things that girls do in the shower, shaved my girl bits, washed my hair and face, and got all clean and fresh. I stepped out of the shower and dried off and put my hair up in a towel. That's when I turned towards the mirror and screamed.
Literally I mean that. I screamed. That jackass mother fucking piece of shit bastard asshole had left a HICKEY on my neck. WHAT THE FUCK!!! Who the fuck does that? Who slobbers, bites, and sucks a girls neck so hard they leave a HICKEY???
Hello, it's not middle/high school any more!!!!!
OH MY GOD
Wanna read the rest? Find out how it ends? Check out my blog.
http://rae-monroe.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-have-got-to-be-fucking-kidding-me.html
Can't wait to make your eyes cross and your toes curl!
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Pic Taken last night in my HOtel room. 
same thing happened to me with the hickey and an important meeting coming up and in a strange foreign country. to add insult to injury i had to go to a department store and communicate without english to the cosmetics girl that i needed makeup to cover that hickey. the makeup actually worked pretty well. or maybe the guys in the meeting are still laughing at me 