Around the World in 80 Lays by Melanie Curtin

Author:Melanie Curtin [Curtin, Melanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Adventure, Autobiography, Biography, Non-Fiction, Travel, Travelogues
ISBN: 9781514111130
Google: w43nsgEACAAJ
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2015-05-29T23:00:00+00:00

I must have struck a chord. Because just minutes after posting, replies began filling my inbox. Every few seconds a new message rolled in, each a precious gift to be unwrapped. In less than an hour, I received more than 100 responses.

Going through them felt like man shopping. And I love shopping.

Due to the sheer volume, at some point I had to start categorizing. I came up with three classifications:

1. Definite Potential

2. Maybe

3. Umm ... No.

Anyone that included a cock shot went in the “Umm … No.” category, along with men who resembled Napoleon Dynamite.

I eventually narrowed “Definite Potential” down to a few promising candidates, and after several suggestive exchanges, whittled it down to one.

We decided to meet at midnight that Saturday, since both of us had things going on during the evening. Plus, if you’re going to have an explicit sexcapade, why not meet at the witching hour?

I was a little nervous.

I was more than a little nervous.

I didn’t know why. I just knew my heart was racing when, at 11:45 p.m. after sharing several glasses of wine with my roommates, I figured I should probably get dressed.

Predictably, I had a sudden crisis about what to wear.

My roommates, of course, knew the deal – they’d helped me sort the men. Ours was the type of house with no secrets, even when, perhaps, there should have been.

“Which guy is this again?” Celine had wanted to know earlier. I pulled up the photo. Granted it was taken from a little far away, but she’d murmured her approval.

“Nice body,” she commented.

“Kinda the point,” I confirmed.

Now it was go time, and I wasn’t sure what to put on. Exactly how slutty was one supposed to go in terms of this kind of tryst? I wanted to look slightly classy but mostly provocative. But it was wintertime, so my choices were limited.

“Well, so here’s what I’m thinking in terms of outfit,” I said a little bashfully, emerging from my room in a short, clingy white sweater dress and high-heeled brown boots.

Celine raised her eyebrows in approval. Jim told me to turn around. I twirled slowly.

“I’d do you,” he said matter-of-factly.

“OK, guys,” I said, wiggling my hips and squaring my shoulders. “Here we go.”

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