Monger Money Reinvested.
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I can only go to the store and come back empty-handed b/c they didn’t have what I wanted so many times. I need to come up with some new excuses.
And - some of the newer cars that have apps where you can track the location of the car are problematic. Had that in one car and had to keep turning it off to avoid questions later on of why was the car parked at a hotel???
And - some of the newer cars that have apps where you can track the location of the car are problematic. Had that in one car and had to keep turning it off to avoid questions later on of why was the car parked at a hotel???
Back in 2002 for my 30th birthday weekend I arranged for an provider from an elite service with $700 for the hour. She was an incredible blonde and I would rate a 9. She did everything: BBBJ CIM RIM Greek and swallow. There was an extra bonus (by mistake.) My first first pop was CIM which she played with my sperm on her tongue for a while before swallowing. After doing some Greek we finished my second pop missionary. It turns out that the wrapper fell off during the fucking without either of us realizing it so when I popped I de facto go BBFS and CIP. After we discovered what happened she did not freak out. She was a pro and she must have been on birth control already. I did not "look" like someone that would have anything. She did no seem to make any effort to remove the sperm from her pussy for fear of offending me. I am sure she did after I had left.
The $700 was worth every penny. I would say this hour I spent was the peak of my sexual life. To this day I still sometimes masturbate to the memories of that session.
Other than that one 5 years ago I spent $650 on a session in London for 90 minutes with a Russian girl who I would rate as a 8. What was great about it was that she was a RIM expert. Other than fucking, BBBJ and popping 3 times with two of them being CIM, the rest of the time her tongue was in my ass for the entire 90 minutes. It was just great watching her RIM me from different angles on the various mirrors of her apartment bedroom.
These great experiences take $$$ to actualize so I guess to get these great memories you need to pay.
The $700 was worth every penny. I would say this hour I spent was the peak of my sexual life. To this day I still sometimes masturbate to the memories of that session.
Other than that one 5 years ago I spent $650 on a session in London for 90 minutes with a Russian girl who I would rate as a 8. What was great about it was that she was a RIM expert. Other than fucking, BBBJ and popping 3 times with two of them being CIM, the rest of the time her tongue was in my ass for the entire 90 minutes. It was just great watching her RIM me from different angles on the various mirrors of her apartment bedroom.
These great experiences take $$$ to actualize so I guess to get these great memories you need to pay.
Damn - haven’t had that happen yet. And I don’t know how I’d handle it if it did 
. Are you married for a long time? I’m married over 20 years.
Usually I say I’m going to a place that is near where I am actually going, though. Just in case I bump into someone who knows the wife, I have a reason for being in the vicinity.
. Are you married for a long time? I’m married over 20 years. Usually I say I’m going to a place that is near where I am actually going, though. Just in case I bump into someone who knows the wife, I have a reason for being in the vicinity
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I will give you a review of a provider I have seen a couple years ago in Vegas. I saw she is planning to visit NYC mid December. Probably one of the hottest women I have been with. Looks like she visited NYC recently and seemed to love her trip, so she's coming back for another. Check her social media, you will find her site and dates she's visiting. You will need 2 references to book with her assistant.
Review-Savannah Presley
I was in Vegas a couple years ago and wanted to make sure I had a great time planned. So looked through some high end girls and emailed one. Got a response back from an assistant who verified me, and gave me a list of her clients. Savannah Presley caught my eye cause I was curious to know if she was real. So I had a YOLO moment and booked for 1 hr. Had her at 800 for the hr at that time but I think she is doing 1000 hr currently. As I mentioned, these girls rates have gone up over the years. When I was checked into my hotel and was getting ready. I was nervous, I had a couple drinks to calm my nerves, and I did end up having a slight delay with her as I was notified by her assistant. Life happens and I thought worst case, I keep my money for some blackjack haha. When she was arriving as she drove, she asked me to identify what I was wearing which I did. Then I saw this beautiful blonde and was like omg she's actually real (The pics are real). She came up and gave me a big hug and we walked into the hotel and casino. She asked what our plans were, and I was kind of quiet and said lets go to my room to get to know each other. I was nervous and felt awkward that anyone around the casino would notice. She was my first high end one in Vegas. Once we got to my room, we had a drink and got to know each other better. Afterwards I made a move and kissed her. She started undressing and revealed some beautiful boobs. I enjoyed feeling her ass and tits, she's in amazing shape. I was rock hard and she pulled out a cover. I asked if she could do bbj and she agreed as she commented, cbj feels weird anyway. No CIM or COF btw. The BBJ was ok but she was so hot that I enjoyed seeing her blow me. She turned around and we did 69 which tasted amazing. In the moment I started eating her ass, which took her by surprise but commented how she should bring her anal toy next time. She rode me cowgirl and then I mentioned how my blinds by my hotel windows were open. She mentioned how they cant see inside the hotel windows from the next building. Not sure how true that was, but what happens in Vegas... Afterwards I remember pounding her out in missionary real hard until I ripped off the cover and blew my load all over her tits. It was a nice sight haha and she commented enjoying how hard I pounded her out. She showered afterwards and then she stayed to talk about Vegas, some of her restaurant/nightclub recommendations, and some interesting gossip about some wealthy Vegas ppl. I thanked her for her time as she had such a fun and bubbly personality, tipped her 100 and she was on her way.
Review-Savannah Presley
I was in Vegas a couple years ago and wanted to make sure I had a great time planned. So looked through some high end girls and emailed one. Got a response back from an assistant who verified me, and gave me a list of her clients. Savannah Presley caught my eye cause I was curious to know if she was real. So I had a YOLO moment and booked for 1 hr. Had her at 800 for the hr at that time but I think she is doing 1000 hr currently. As I mentioned, these girls rates have gone up over the years. When I was checked into my hotel and was getting ready. I was nervous, I had a couple drinks to calm my nerves, and I did end up having a slight delay with her as I was notified by her assistant. Life happens and I thought worst case, I keep my money for some blackjack haha. When she was arriving as she drove, she asked me to identify what I was wearing which I did. Then I saw this beautiful blonde and was like omg she's actually real (The pics are real). She came up and gave me a big hug and we walked into the hotel and casino. She asked what our plans were, and I was kind of quiet and said lets go to my room to get to know each other. I was nervous and felt awkward that anyone around the casino would notice. She was my first high end one in Vegas. Once we got to my room, we had a drink and got to know each other better. Afterwards I made a move and kissed her. She started undressing and revealed some beautiful boobs. I enjoyed feeling her ass and tits, she's in amazing shape. I was rock hard and she pulled out a cover. I asked if she could do bbj and she agreed as she commented, cbj feels weird anyway. No CIM or COF btw. The BBJ was ok but she was so hot that I enjoyed seeing her blow me. She turned around and we did 69 which tasted amazing. In the moment I started eating her ass, which took her by surprise but commented how she should bring her anal toy next time. She rode me cowgirl and then I mentioned how my blinds by my hotel windows were open. She mentioned how they cant see inside the hotel windows from the next building. Not sure how true that was, but what happens in Vegas... Afterwards I remember pounding her out in missionary real hard until I ripped off the cover and blew my load all over her tits. It was a nice sight haha and she commented enjoying how hard I pounded her out. She showered afterwards and then she stayed to talk about Vegas, some of her restaurant/nightclub recommendations, and some interesting gossip about some wealthy Vegas ppl. I thanked her for her time as she had such a fun and bubbly personality, tipped her 100 and she was on her way.
About $2,500 It's late 1990's, I'm getting shitfaced in what I thought was just a strip club in Vienna, Austria. Drinking for a while, running a bar tab on my credit card. Dancer comes over to drink with me and we polish off a couple of bottles of champagne at the bar. Unbeknownst to drunken and oblivious me, it was really a brothel. Next thing I know/recall (the latter part of the evening was a bit of a blur), I'm in some back bedroom having stupid drunken sloppy sex with her. Fortunately I was in my 20's at the time and could still rise to the occasion with that much booze in me. Anyway, I finish up and the reality of what the fuck just happened begins to penetrate my drunken haze. Time to get outta there. I go to leave and the girl is literally hanging on my arm as I'm trying to make my way to the exit, begging me to take her away from the place. Fear begins to set in as the large, tracksuit-wearing, Eastern European gangster type security guy blocks my exit, asking me in his large, tracksuit-wearing, Eastern European gangster type security guy accent what I'm doing to the girl. I explain with all drunken sincerity that I'm not doing anything to her, not looking for any trouble, and only trying to leave. He accepts that, and separates her from my arm. I leave and stumble back to my hotel.
Next morning I'm recovering from the night before and find my credit card receipt. Holy shit. Apparently I'm not so good at calculating the Schilling-to-Dollar exchange rate when I'm hammered and horny. In my defense it was pre-Euro and all the different exchange rates in Europe were very confusing. So I'm hung over in my hotel room, wallowing in regret over blowing that much money last night, and my hotel room phone rings. Who the fuck could that be? None of my family, friends, or co-workers know I'm staying at this place. Is it the front desk calling because I made a drunken scene in the lobby when I got back in the middle of the night? Did I vomit in the elevator, perhaps? Out of curiosity I answer it. Holy shit again, it's the girl from last night's brothel. She's again begging me to take her away from there and with me to my next destination in Europe. I guess I told her my name (or she got that off my card), where I was staying and my further travel plans. Oof. I felt really bad for her because she seemed like she was desperate for my help in fleeing some unfortunate circumstances. But sober me wasn't about to get on the bad side of any large, tracksuit-wearing, Eastern European gangster type security guys by absconding with their girl, so I politely declined and got her off the phone.
The credit card bill is long paid off, but to this day I still have flashbacks of her hanging on my arm whenever I watch the Liam Neeson movie Taken, and I wonder if she got in whatever predicament she was in by way of the scenario portrayed in that movie. Not exactly one of my fonder recollections of that trip.
Next morning I'm recovering from the night before and find my credit card receipt. Holy shit. Apparently I'm not so good at calculating the Schilling-to-Dollar exchange rate when I'm hammered and horny. In my defense it was pre-Euro and all the different exchange rates in Europe were very confusing. So I'm hung over in my hotel room, wallowing in regret over blowing that much money last night, and my hotel room phone rings. Who the fuck could that be? None of my family, friends, or co-workers know I'm staying at this place. Is it the front desk calling because I made a drunken scene in the lobby when I got back in the middle of the night? Did I vomit in the elevator, perhaps? Out of curiosity I answer it. Holy shit again, it's the girl from last night's brothel. She's again begging me to take her away from there and with me to my next destination in Europe. I guess I told her my name (or she got that off my card), where I was staying and my further travel plans. Oof. I felt really bad for her because she seemed like she was desperate for my help in fleeing some unfortunate circumstances. But sober me wasn't about to get on the bad side of any large, tracksuit-wearing, Eastern European gangster type security guys by absconding with their girl, so I politely declined and got her off the phone.
The credit card bill is long paid off, but to this day I still have flashbacks of her hanging on my arm whenever I watch the Liam Neeson movie Taken, and I wonder if she got in whatever predicament she was in by way of the scenario portrayed in that movie. Not exactly one of my fonder recollections of that trip.
At this stage of my life, I am no longer enamored by the glitz and charm of a woman. I just see right through it. It is so transparent now. It wasn’t so when I was young.
I needed myriad sexual
events and sometimes $500 hotels, fine dining
And, the richer I become, the simpler I become, and the less I am willing to pay.
Why?
Because chemistry is chemistry. When I match up well with my mate, the sexual ambience generated, absolutely eclipses everything else. All embellishments vanish and reveals the quality of the relationship. (a simple, unpretentious natural Susie-Q does me just fine)
And, no matter how great the experience, it’s never as good as going home to a frighteningly hot Epsom salts bath, and a deep healthy peaceful sleep, in a warm but well-ventilated room, waking up early, clear and refreshed for anther day.
So, I reinvest the time, energy and money in the people around me, that care about me, and have put up with me and my shenanigans for so many years.
I reinvest the money in their lives and their well-being and watch them grow and prosper.
I needed myriad sexual
events and sometimes $500 hotels, fine dining
And, the richer I become, the simpler I become, and the less I am willing to pay.
Why?
Because chemistry is chemistry. When I match up well with my mate, the sexual ambience generated, absolutely eclipses everything else. All embellishments vanish and reveals the quality of the relationship. (a simple, unpretentious natural Susie-Q does me just fine)
And, no matter how great the experience, it’s never as good as going home to a frighteningly hot Epsom salts bath, and a deep healthy peaceful sleep, in a warm but well-ventilated room, waking up early, clear and refreshed for anther day.
So, I reinvest the time, energy and money in the people around me, that care about me, and have put up with me and my shenanigans for so many years.
I reinvest the money in their lives and their well-being and watch them grow and prosper.