You know you like it..

Finally!! The Birth of EroticBonBon.com

Hold on one sec while I do a little victory dance..

Oh yeah, uh huh, shake my bootay!!

Why am I dancing you may ask, well it's because I am finally done with my website, I feel like pinnochio after he met the blue fairy.

I have a real, live, non glitchy website that doesn't look like it was maybe with an MS Paint Program!!

Well it's not perfect there are still some things I'd like to add over time but right now, but its good enough to show to the world. I am very happy about it- maybe to happy about it.

Well... enough bragging, check me out!!

FAIL!!

I wonder what she means by "other pussy"?

New Photoshoot

Here were the photos that I was waiting on to finish my site. I think they were well worth the wait.

The Story of the Sexcase..

I'm gonna get around to making a video about the contents inside my Sexcase, I think that would be fun!!

Sad Face :(

I want to ask if everyone can bow their heads for a moment and pray for my lime green Ipod Nano




At around 4:10 after my urgent dash to urinate I blindly left my Ipod in one of the busiest Malls in the Area - the only restroom in the entire mall. I didn't realize it til I was to let but when my sense finally came to me I realized it was too late, and my heart sunk.

So long my best friend, my smoking buddy, my dance partner, my lifelong art project.

I don't know what happened to you but I pray for your safety and hope it wasn't some punk ass teenager that stole you and fill you up with Soulja Boy and Ying Yang Twins. I hope they are smart enough to select music preferable to your acquired sophisticated musical selections.

Honestly, what am I gonna do now. I hate exercising without my Ipod. I feel so lost right now.

I need some quiet time.

So Here's a Little Preview..

Of my new flash site that I will be publishing soon, I feel so proud of it and it was so east to make. No more yahoo, I wanted my image to be professional and with Yahoo you could work on your site forever but it'd never be prefect. Tried of squished words mismatched fonts and incorrect html codes. It will be published at the end of august when hopefully I will be getting new pictures!!

Baby You're The Best!!

I have a feeling you guys will like this vid.

Where Can I get This??

Teeny weeny dissolvable bikini

By STAFF REPORTER

Published: 30 Jul 2009

THIS itsy bitsy bikini comes with no strings attached.

Small package ... the bikini

CEN

The saucy thong swimsuit looks like a real bikini butDISAPPEARS after just a few seconds in water.

Sellers in Germany bill the dissolving Get Naked costume as a chance for men to get their own back after a break-up.

But women's rights campaigner Rosmarie Zapfl stormed: "It is an absolute insult to women that this has been invented."

What's sad is that the supposed joker most likely won't get to see his gift put to good use.

Ok. So this German guy invented a thong swimsuit that looks like a real bikini but dissolves in water in a few seconds. The inspiration was a bad breakup. His goal was to give jilted men everywhere the chance to get even with their exes.

#1. Why would I accept a gift of a bikini from an ex that I couldn't stand? Swimsuits must be tried on and who gives them as gifts EVER?

#2. If I have the body to wear a thong bikini, why would I be upset that it dissolved revealing my gym-ready body. Is that really a payback? I mean won't that make me the hit of the party?

Silly Stuff

As Promised Here is a Story from the book, plus there are many other hilarious Stories on the author's site as well : TuckerMax.com

I spent the summer between my 2nd and 3rd year of college suckling on the parental teat in South Florida. It was the absolute prime of my "do anything to get laid" phase. I was recently freed from a 4-year long-distance relationship that began in high school and I wanted nothing more than to have sex with as many girls as possible.

Most of the things I did that summer are not story-worthy; you can only tell the same, "I got drunk on Dom and fucked this hottie" story so many times before it gets annoying. That summer I experienced every random sex situation that a 20 year old can imagine: fucking on the beach, getting head from random girls in club bathrooms, sleeping with 3 different girls in a day, getting so drunk I passed out during sex, getting arrested for receiving fellatio in the pool at the Delano, blah, blah, blah...Jesus. What does it say about how fucked up my life is that I don't consider these stories to be extraordinary anymore?

Anyway, while most of my stories may not be extraordinary for me, there is one very notable exception...

I was seeing one girl, "Jaime," about twice a week. She was a fresh arrival to South Beach, having moved there 5 months ago from upstate New York as a 19 year old with a modeling contract. We met through a mutual friend who befriended her while they were shooting a TV commercial. Five weeks and lots of sex later, she thought we were dating. I knew better, but she was way too hot to bother correcting her assumption.

The ex-girlfriend of 4-years I previously spoke about was very sexually conservative. It was missionary in the dark and then straight to sleep, with maybe a blowjob on the weekends if she'd had a few glasses of wine with dinner (it was a high school relationship, I didn't know any better). After four years of this, I was ready to experience all the things I'd missed out on (when I wasn't cheating on her, of course).

Buttsex, known in the biz as "anal," was one of these unknowns, and I decided that I wanted to try it. Jaime was the perfect partner: very hot and very sweet, and more importantly, very naïve and very open to suggestion.

She was reluctant at first, not understanding why we just couldn't keep having normal sex, so I had to employ my persuasive powers:

Jaime "But...I've never done it."
Tucker "I've never done it either; it can be our thing."

Jaime "But...I don't know if I'll like it."
Tucker "You won't have to worry about getting pregnant."

Jaime "But...I like normal sex."
Tucker "Everyone's doing anal. It's the new black."

Jaime "But...I don't know...it seems weird."
Tucker "It's the preferred method in Europe. Especially with the runway models. Don't you want to do runways in Europe?"

After a few weeks of this, she finally consented. Though she agreed to let me put my penis in her small hole, she extracted a promise in return:

"OK, we can try anal sex, but I want it to be special and romantic. You have to take me out to a nice place, like The Forge or Tantra, NOT one of your parent's restaurants, and it has to be a weekend night, NOT a Monday. And you have to keep taking me out on weekends. I'm tired of being your Monday night girl."

I made reservations for the next Friday at Tantra. Aside from being insanely expensive, Tantra is famous for having grass floors. Really; they put in new sod every week. They also advertise their food as "aphrodisiac cuisine." Yes, at that point in my life, I thought these things worked.

Thanks to my father's connections, I got us a corner booth in the grass room. She was quite impressed. I ordered like it was the Last Supper. No expense was spared. Two $110 bottles of merlot, veal rack, stone crabs, the Tantra Love platter--it was lavish and decadent. I was 21, stupid, and wanted to fuck Jaime in the butt; I wasn't about to let a $400 tab get in my way.

By the time we left Tantra, this girl had doe eyes that made Bambi look like a heroin-chic CK model. She could not have been more in love with me. The entire drive back to my place she was rubbing my crotch, telling me how badly she wanted to me to fuck her, how hot I made her, etc, etc. We get back to my place and our clothes are off before we even get in the door. We collapse on the bed and start fucking. Normal vaginal sex at first, just like always.

Now, what she did not know, and what I have not told you yet, was that I had a surprise waiting for her.

[Aside: Before I tell you what the surprise was, let me make this clear: As I stand right now, 27 as of this writing, I am a bad person. At 21, I was possibly the worst person in existence. I had no regard for the feelings of others, I was narcissistic and self-absorbed to the point of psychotic delusion, and I saw other people only as a means to my happiness and not as humans worthy of respect and consideration. I have no excuse for what I did; it was wrong and I regret it. Even though I normally revel in my outlandish behavior, sometimes even I cross the line, and this is one of those situations....but of course, I'm still going to write about it.]

This was going to be my first time foraging in the ass forest, and I wanted to have a reminder of my trip, a memento I could carry with me the rest of my life...so I decided to film us.

I planned this beforehand, but I was afraid she would decline, so instead of being mature and discussing this with Jaime, I just made the executive decision to get it on camera...without telling her.

That alone is pretty bad. But instead of just setting up a hidden camera...I got my friend to hide in my closet and film it.

No really--I know that I will burn in hell. At this point, I'm just hoping that my life can serve as a warning to others.

I left my door unlocked and we arranged it so that around midnight my friend would go over to my place and wait until my car pulled in, and then run into the closet and get the camera ready. The top half of the closet door was a French shutter, so it was easy to move the slats and give him a decent camera shot through the closed door.

By the time Jaime and I got to the bed, I was so drunk I had forgotten that he was filming this, and of course she had no idea he was there. After a few minutes of standard sex, she kinda stopped and said, all serious and in her best seductive soap opera voice, "I'm ready."

I quickly flipped her over and grabbed the brand new bottle of AstroGlide I had on my bedside table.

A week prior, after Jaime consented to buttsex, I realized that I didn't have any idea how to do it. How exactly do you fuck a girl in the ass? Luckily, I had the world's best anal sex informational resource at my disposal: The gay waiter. I consulted several gay waiters who worked at one of my parents restaurants about the mechanics of buttsex, and each one recommended AstroGlide as the lubricant of choice. Much to my dismay, I learned that spitting on your dick is not enough lube for buttsex. Stupid, lying porn movies.

The other important piece of advice I remembered was from Calvin, "Make sure you use enough, because if this is her first time, she'll be especially tight, and it might hurt her. Use enough to really loosen her up and go slow until she gets used to it. Then it's smooth sailing from there."

Well, since some is good, more is better, right? At 21, this seemed logical.

I opened the cap, crammed the bottle top into her asshole, and squeezed. I probably emptied half of the 4-ounces of AstroGlide into her. I have since learned from homosexuals that a 4-ounce bottle usually lasts them about 6 months. So yeah--I overdid it.

But Tucker Max wasn't done. Oh no, after depositing enough grease in her to run a Formula One racecar, I dumped half of what remained onto my cock and balls, really wanting to lube up because I didn't want her to be uncomfortable.

Really--consider my thought process: I was going to fuck her in the butt and film it without her consent, yet I was truly concerned about her personal comfort. Sometimes the contradictions in my personality even amuse me.

Predictably, I slid in with ease. She was a little tense at first, but with an Exxon Valdez size load spilled into her poop chute, she quickly loosened up and got into it. I liked it also; it had a different feel to it. Not as good as vaginal sex, a little grainy, kinda tight, but still very nice.

Before I knew it I was fucking her like the apocalypse was imminent, burying it to the hilt with impunity. After a few minutes I was ready to come. My urgency was expressed in my tempo, and I began really jackhammering her. As the excitement got the best of me, I pulled out too far and my dick came out of her ass. I kinda scrambled to grab my dick and put it back in so I could finish off inside of her, but before I could even get a hold of it and put it back in her ass, I heard a faint "psssst" sound and felt something wet and warm hit my crotch.

It was dark in the room (I was not smart or sober enough to leave the lights on for the camera), so after I looked down it took me a few seconds to realize that my dick, balls and groin area were covered in a viscous black liquid. I stopped moving and stared at my strangely colored crotch for a good 5 seconds, completely confused, until I realized what happened:

"Did you...did you just...shit on my dick??"

I reached down to touch the liquid feces, still in complete and utter disbelief that this girl shot explosive diarrhea on my penis, when, without warning, the smell hit me.

I have a very sensitive nose, and I have never been more repulsed by a smell in my life. The combination of synthetic AstroGlide and rancid stench of raw fecal matter combined to turn my stomach, which was full of seafood, veal and wine, completely over.

I tried to hold it back. I really did everything I could to stop myself, but there are certain physical reactions that are beyond conscious control. Before I knew what I was doing, it just came out:

"BBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH"

I vomited all over her ass. Into her crack. Into her asshole. On her ass cheeks. On the small of her back. Everywhere.

She turned her head, said, "Tucker, what are you doing?," saw me vomiting on her, screamed "Oh my God!," and immediately joined me:

"BBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH"

Watching her throw up on my bed made me vomit even more. Her vomiting all over my bed, me vomiting on her ass, the next step was almost inevitable.

I heard the loud CRASH first, turned to see my friend break through the shutters and rip the closet door off as he, the video camera, and the door tumbled out of the closet and crashed onto the floor next to us:

"BBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH"

The memory of the 2-second span where all three of us were vomiting at once is permanently seared into my brain. I have never heard anything like that symphony of sickness. It was like something out of the old Pink Panther movies.

I think the crowning moment was when my eyes locked with Jaime's, I saw her moment of realization and then her quick shift from shock and surprise to complete and irreparable anger. Between bouts of hurling she flipped out:

"OH MY GOD--BBBLLLLAAAAHHHH--YOU FILMED THIS, YOU ASSHOLE-- BBBLLLLAAAAHHHH-- HOW COULD YOU-- BBBLLLLAAAAHHHH--I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME--BBBLLLLAAAAHHHH--OH MY GOD-- BBBLLLLAAAAHHHH--I LET YOU FUCK ME IN THE ASS--BBBLLLLAAAAHHHH."

She tried to stand up, slipped on the huge puddle of backflow AstroGlide on the bed, and fell into both my pile and her pile of vomit, covering her body and hair in vomit, shit and anal lubricant. She flailed on the bed for a second, grabbed the top sheet, wrapped it around her, and started running out of my place. Still naked and retching, my dick covered in shit and oil, I followed her as far as my front door.

The last contact I ever had with her is the image I witnessed of her in a dead sprint, a shit, vomit and grease stained sheet stuck to her body, running from my apartment.

POST-SCRIPT:

The camera we used was one of those old fragile ones that filmed onto a VHS tape, and when he crashed out of the closet, the tape recorder and tape broke. It didn't occur to us at that the tape records the images magnetically, and we could take the actual tape itself and get someone to put it in another holster until after we had thrown it out. I know it seems stupid now, and believe me I kick myself about it everyday, but you should have seen the apartment afterwards--the tape was not a high priority. AstroGlide, shit and vomit covered EVERYTHING.

I had to rent one of those steam cleaners, buy a new mattress, and I STILL lost my deposit. It was impossible to get the smell out. The next month was like living in a sewer. Every girl I brought back to my place after that refused to stay there, and some even refused to sleep with me anywhere because of how my place smelled.

What I never found out, and I still want to know, is how the girl got home. I never heard from her again, and the mutual friend who introduced us called her but didn't get her calls returned. I never heard anything about her or from her again, even though she left her clothes and ID at my place (she wore a tight dress out that night, and didn't bring a purse or any money with her).

Can you picture that scene? What did she do, hop in taxi? Wave down a passing car? Get on the bus? She lived at least 30 miles away, there is no way she walked home. It perplexes me to this day.

I'm hoping she reads this. Maybe then I'll find out how she got home.

They caught the Bastard!!

Really? Running away to mexico?? How typical is that, it seems like everyone hates Mexico but whenever   some dude kills or try to kill someone  they always try to flee to Mexico. I knew he was gonna try to flee  before he even got caught..

Founder of Prostitution Site Is Arrested at Border

"By Matt Richtel

The man who helped move prostitution trafficking from the street corner to the Internet was arrested on Thursday at the Tijuana border, according to the Phoenix police.

J. Emilio Flores for The New York Times David Elms

David Elms was trying to cross into California on foot. But when he showed his passport to border patrol agents, they detained him after finding a warrant for his arrest.

In February, Mr. Elms was arrested in Phoenix and charged with conspiracy to commit aggravated assault. He then skipped bail.

The details of the assault charges have not been made public. But people briefed on the case said the charges relate to Mr. Elms's relationship with The Erotic Review, a Web site that he founded. The site allows patrons of prostitutes to rate their experiences, creating a kind of online marketplace. The popularity of the site earned it and Mr. Elms a powerful reputation in prostitution circles.

Sergeant Andy Hill of the Phoenix police said that according to border patrol agents, Mr. Elms told them that after skipping bail, he fled to Toronto, then Dubai, Armenia, Iran and Mexico.

"He told them he went on a long route," Sgt. Hill said.

Mr. Elms remains in custody in California, where he may face additional charges there on a probation violation, Sgt. Hill said. A prosecutor in California who has been involved in an ongoing case against Mr. Elms there could not be reached for comment."

Look at him  he looks scared shitless.

Now although I am a avid member and fan of TER I have never met or talked to him,  but I always heard ( gossip) that he seriously abused his role as  the owner  of  one to the largest escort related site there is. That he would threaten female members of the sites claiming that he could destroy their professional reputations if he did not receive sexual services from the girls. Now as far as I know this is all hearsay, but with the events that happened  I could totally believe that this douche bag  probably did do that and alot worse.

Now I'm no math genius but I do know something  this dude earned a substantial income with his site, probably enjoyed his life of  to the fullest  but had to fuck it up with some drama - pardon my french but its the truth. He was on some kind of crazy power trip, he was getting all kinds of high off it, then one lady tells him to fuck off and  he gets his feelings hurt.  So, what does Mr. David "Big-Shot" Elms do, he wants to put out the message that  he's no one to mess around with and hires him a so called "Hit man" to put the lady and her male friend out.

Now if that doesn't sound like a crushed ego to me  I don't  know what is.

Dum  Dum

Okay back to Business...

Oh my gosh, its been so long since I blogged, be cause I never think I have anything witty or clever to say. 

I'm always thinking of things to write but I never got around to writing them, I think I can partly blame that on chronically short attention span- oh look a butterfly!

Did You Miss me Baby?

Aww, I know  you did  but you know how school is  gotta get me an "edu-mac-ation" and all and its been taking up most of my time. Boston is  lovely  right now, its finally perfect outside. I will be back blogging  when I get back in DC. Don't forget about me guys !!

XOXO

Crazy Shit

After 2000  I thought I'd be able to have my own freaking hovercraft but  no  crazy ass shit  like this comes out.

http://www.femskin.com/Video/index.htm

It puts the lotion in the basket!!

Just a Lil' Bit

Don't  I look so freaking cute!!  I've been trying to resize all the one that I like  so that I can post them places.  My regualar photo hosting site  is down   for  what seems like forever  so  finding another site I liked was a pain in the ass.  But thats  okay  because every time I look at my photos I smile. Oh yeah.

Next stop.. Web Album. 

A Job Well Done!!

I must pat myself on the back for this one...

More Looks..

I'm at one of my favorite spots in Alexandria  getting ready. AND Might I say that Mature Nature has bitch slapped me  with humidity oh my gosh!I know I was whining and complaining about the bitter cold, tiptoeing around the slippery ace, getting my ass kicked by the wind but there's nothing like unescapable heat. Like you are just it a hot fog , I tried to fan myself but the air that came off of it was still warm.  Serves no use.

But now I am a cool air conditioned room  with no to worry about- for now.

I like this one, simple because of the bright color  gotta love neon.  Is there a rule about wearing the same lingerie twice.  Hmmm?
I always wanted to do the whole dress shirt and hat combo I think its sexy *silk boxers may vary*
Excuse the Ipod earbuds, I was jamming to so Kings of Leon, I think the will be my new caller tune. Once my computer gets off the special bus, what is it with me a computers nowadays? I used to be a whiz at these things but now.. not so much.

You know what I used to hate ipods and the whole apple brand and their specialized marketing techniques that swiftly took over america. I thought it was all a conspiracy and that the American Government was paying apple to pump subliminal messages into products. I wouldn't touch it! But I gave in after  my 5th Creative Mp3 player disappeared and they discontinued the brand, I gave in thinking nothing else was gonna replace my baby  and it did  this little lime green nano has nestled its way in to my heart like a parasite- an enjoyable parasite, a musical heart worm. Okay maybe not the best metaphor.

TTYL

Hidey Ho!!

 So  I  went out to  enjoy this gorgeous wether that we are having, I drove all they way down to Fredericksburg, VA  saw the sights and got my navel pierced!

Ta-da!

Also I will be taking some more photos with Morten  in a few days  whilte I have an extended stay in Alexandria,Va this week April 27-29th.

SO I thought it would be good for me to plan out the looks I want, here are a few outfits that I am deciding on. They aren't my final choices  I may go out and buy other outfits or find some hidden treasures in my closet.
 This was a very expensive vinyl corset that I got that the Pleasure Palace in Dupont Circle. I had trouble deciding between the black/white or the red/black I ended up getting the red/black still trying to figure out  what shoes to wear with it hmm..

I ordered this online a few months ago  never really got around to wearing  it  but I know that it will be perfect for my shoot. Especially since I finally passed my goal of 130lbs. I am now 127 with a 27 inch waist- perfection is so close I can taste it.. and it taste delicious!

I got this faux leather zip up corset from Commander Salamander in Georgetown. I love shopping in georgetown. I was trying to find my black vinyl tights for them   I wonder were they went.

A little Giggle

 So here a I am after a successful trip in Woodbridge  chilling out and I get this...

   610-XXX-XXX

Hey, would you be interested in starting you r own website to put yourself through college? Better than having to auctually be with strange men.

  Moi- But I like strange men.

I've been doing this for two years and so far I have never met a strange man - maybe  I've run into some who are "creative"  but never strange. I only see gentlemen.

Kisses!!

It's official

It's  a little blurry  because  of my crappy camera phone  but  it's  there in all of it awesomeness.

 It think I spent about 30 minutes figuring out how to design it  and I was afraid that when I got it in the mail they wouldn't turn out like I did them online  but its fabulous!!  Now the question is  who do I pass them out to?

My night at MVC...

 So a few days ago I made a list of required materials,  "My Provider Survival Kit" which I don't know why i didn't just do that  when i started  because it would have made things a lot easier  and organized for me. One of my friends took me to the MVC Late Night  in Springfield awesome store with some weird stuff.  While browsing around, we found preggers porn (I was always wonder how that worked.) Sadly, they don't have free preview rooms  like they do in New York but they did have freaky looking sex dolls  that looked nothing like their porn star counterparts, most of them looked like horses with barbie masks on.

Then we went up stairs  where the toys were, it always takes me a while to pick out something because I like to compare things  and weight them out. But I had so much fun there I still might go back  or  visit the Pleasure Palace  in Georgetown and stock up some more.

So heres what I go so far to add to my collection :

iVibe Suction Cup Rabbit Vibrator by Doc Johnson USA  and  Velvet Touch Mini Bullet and Controller by Doc Johnson USA.

  And how where they? AWESOME. This was the first time I ever tried a rabbitt so I was unaware of the mystical powers that this thing holds.  Not only those the head rotate around like a chinese gymnast on the beams, but it has these  pearls that vibrate around at the bottom and it feels  so good. I was kind of  unsure about it because  big giant dildos never did it for me.  Now I have my dream toy.

What I love about the mini bullet is that is is virtually silent, now I don't have to worry about my roommates listening to me getting off :) .  And small so there's not a lot to deal with  you can control it with your eyes clothes, which I love because I hate having to stop in the middle of the action just because I want my toys to go faster.

Can't wait to bring it to my next date.

So I got that along with a few little tidbits and compared to the internet boutiques, MVC  gave me a pretty good deal rounded up to about a 100 bucks. My friend, who went with me, thought that was absurd  because all he ever does is buy the DVDs. I told him its an investment  and that they would be more then worth it. :)

To much Discovery Health

Sex is the blessed union between two individuals for the purpose of conception.

The repeated thrusting of an erect penis into a vagina or the goal of expelling sperm towards an egg.

Sex is dildos and bondage an threesomes and orgies. Pillows and satin and showers and candles. A man and a woman. Two men, or two women.

Sex is penetration. Sex is satisfaction. Sex can be beautiful and ugly, relieving and painful at the same time.

Sex is a game. A career. An addiction. Sex is a crime.

Sex is not love, and love is not sex.

Sex is impatient, sex is unkind. It is envious, boastful and proud. It is rude, and self seeking, easily angered. Sex does not delight in the truth but rejoices with evil.

Sex is what all the dinners, all the movies, ice skating, and childish laughter; what all the kissing and holding and squeezing; the stroking and sucking and biting and pounding and grinding lead up to:

Screaming and moaning; bed thumps against the wall, springs squeaking, bodys throbbing and squishing and pounding... pounding harder... and harder, faster, louder... brain turning to a white fog of sparkle, breathing harder and harder, forgetting to breathe, forgetting where your body is, and who is with it; forgetting all but a sensation: tingly and cloudy nothingness, as you float back to the bed.

Sex is fun.

What's New...

New pics  don't I look awesome as always.

Right now I'm in Alexandria, the hotel I'm staying at has  put-putt course awesome!! Some I'm gonna have some fun sucking at that soon as some thing to eat. That's one of the hardest things about keeping on track- is trying to find something good and healthy while you are away from home. Give me two hours and I'll probably be drowning my self in G&P's and Arizona Tea from the connivence store.

Summer Tour

Lately, I have been getting mail from new friends and old inquiring about my availability in different cities, I must admit I haven't been traveling allot. This year but I do plan on taking advantage of my free time   by doing some jet-setting for work as well as pleasure.

 I'm am always a nervous wreck  right before raveling, no matter how many times I go over something I am always afraid that I will forget something, my reservations will be incorrect  or by some long shot someone will discover the plethora of toys that I bring with me. That would be horrible. 

Anyways  here are the place I haven't worked out the dates  yet  but  when the pieces fall into place.  As always  you'll be the first to know, they will be listed afterwards on my site calendar.

Virginia Beach, VA

Richmond, VA

New York, NY

Boston, MA

Baton Rouge, LA

Most likely I will visit  them  in the order that is listed  if  you don't  see your city up her and would  like my to drop by this summer  just send me an email to   sasha@notyouraveragecallgirl.com

Ranting

When I first began escort I was very naive and absent-minded  which caused me to get burn a few times. But I have learned from them especially one guy who after a very frantic and unentertaining hour said that he "forgot" his wallet and that he'd had to go back to his car and get his wallet. You'd think he'd just drive away right? Oh Nooo he wants my misfortune to be his stage for some pathetic play he is in and preceded to apologize profusely about it I nodded away his bullshit and lead him out the door. i didn't want any drama.

So imagine my delight when I open the door of a SCREENED customer and it bears a striking resemblance to the jerk who ripped me off years ago. And not only that he called me multiple times to confirm and to "chat" and for directions and he was late. I wasn't 100% sure so I lead him down to the room all smiles and eye flutters. Before I got to the door he grabs me butt and says "MMM"  I turn around and say Im gonna need the donation now.

Then he proceeds to put the play back on revival and searches every pocket on his person til he comes up short and say that he left it in his car. I remember a girl on a board said she went to his car. Bold Move and I decided to make it I had nothing to lose.

I follow him to his car and lean casually as he is pretending to look for money that isn't there. Then I hear this big sigh and that is MY CUE.

" You lil punk you think I didn't recognize you. You are a bold Sucker to even think about trying that twice. I'm gonna post your number  on every board i find DAVE if that is your real name. Because I have a lot of subscriptions so don't be surprised if you get hung up on next time you try to play a stunt like that, you nitwit."

I slammed his door  and as far as I'm concerned he can Kiss my ass.

I hope Guys realize that whenever they decide to pull a move like that its going to be alot harder for legit guys to be able to spend time with me.  If you don't have the money  you shouldn't even think about it. Every time  a guy scams a girl she has to make her screening tougher, ask more questions, and maybe totally disreguard  a potential date because she doesn't want the same thing to happen again.

So Guys, Lets say "Thanks Alot!" to the douche-bags that make it harder and harder for honest guys to have fun.

Breathe, Sasha, Breathe.

Okay I'm cool now. :)

What Am I Reading..

 "The Last Madam: A Life in the New Orleans Underworld"  by Christine Witz.

Here is the Summary from Google Books:

In 1916, at age fifteen, Norma Wallace arrived in New Orleans. Sexy and shrewd, she quickly went from streetwalker to madam and by 1920 had opened what became a legendary house of prostitution. There she entertained a steady stream of governors, gangsters, and movie stars until she was arrested at last in 1962. Shortly before she died in 1974, she tape—recorded her memories-the scandalous stories of a powerful woman who had the city's politicians in her pocket and whose lovers included the twenty-five-year-old boy next door, whom she married when she was sixty-four. Combining those tapes with original research, Christine Wiltz chronicles not just Norma's rise and fall but also the social history of New Orleans, thick with the vice and corruption that flourished there—and, like Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil andPhilistines at the Hedgerow, resurrects a vanished secret world.

What I thought:

And I thought I had it thought, when Norma Wallace was in her prime  she had practically every police man either in her pocket or set on bringing her down. Raids at her place many times a week, but after reading this book I think Norma was born for her job. She really loved her job and everything it included, the good and the bad. And no matter how many times she pledged to go "straight" she always come back to New Orleans. She had a string of lovers including a 15 year old boy she seduced and after turning 30 she was obsessed with being portrayed as a sexual figure.

When I read books like this I realized that no matter how much time passes by things really never change, dealing with loser guys and kicking out pimps  (Yes there were pimps in the early 20th century!). And it really proved that no matter how hard police pound at this problem they think is prostitution, it will never ever disappear.  Norma Wallace was a great character and I truly sympathized with her stories and some where hilarious!!

 

Good Book.