My set Princess Daydreams finally went live on Wednesday, April 22. Hump day, if you will, how perfect. I received so much love and attention, I was taken aback and a bit surprised. How could I be surprised, you many ask, when you are obviously so beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, lovely, etc. etc. etc. Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm getting to that part.
Can you believe this photo shoot with @cdo almost NEVER happened?! Let me explain, from the beginning. The hubs and I hopped on a plane to Las Vegas for a long weekend in October. I had put the deposit down for the photo shoot, bought new lingerie and packed some cute accessories, the whole nine. We had big plans to go to a swanky swingers club, get a gram of LV's finest nose beers and get fucked, literally. We actually had to apply to get into this exclusive club, get accepted and pay $80 for entry. It was couples night, and they were letting in select single females. I am bisexual as fuck you guys, I wasn't going to miss this for the world. We were ready to paaaaarty!!!!
We had some plans for dinner and some other cool things to do, plus I had a friend of mine from Mexico flying in randomly. Our schedule was packed, to say the least. Our flight landed late on Thursday night, we dropped everything off at the room and headed out for a COUPLE of drinks. I cannot stress couple enough, here. We were back in the room and asleep by 1 a.m.
Upon waking up my tummy started to rumble. Hangover, you may ask. No. Rumble as in intense shit cramps. So after emptying all the liquid from every cell in my body through my asshole, we ventured out to get some breakfast. We were headed to Egg Slut, because well, I'm a proud slut so it only seemed right. My condition started to further deteriorate as the line for the egg sandwich place wrapped around and down a hall. I needed food and hydration A.S.A.P. so we got the hell outta there. I opted to grab a quick veggie and fruit smoothie, because I had this sinking suspicion that I was getting sick. So naturally liquid vitamins would surely help, right?
Wrong. The hubs pulled me into a sit down restaurant to get some real food, the kind of breakfast that sticks to your ribs, you know. At this point I was feeling REALLY sick. I ordered an $8 slice of banana bread and ran to the bathroom. "Where the fuck is all this liquid coming from?!", I wonder as I am shitting myself to death in a very public john, located inside a casino. Feeling empty, I eat some of my banana bread as the hubs is mowing down on a delish omelette and fried potatoes, I am envious. We then head back to our hotel to meet our connection for the nose beers. We are waiting in the lobby and my mouth starts to sweat. You know the feeling, right before you barf, when your spit gets all watery and hot. I run to the lobby bathroom and barf up the green smoothie and banana bread. I am kind of a germ-a-phobe, my body was doing it's best to not put my head near a public toilet seat, but was unable to hold back the explosion of shameful disgust lurching from my stomach.
There was no dinner for me that night or for the next 2 nights. I was sick as hell and my photo shoot was on day 2 of this torturous stomach bug. I messaged Christian to let him know that I might have to cancel, he was bummed, but also staying positive in that I would get better before the shoot, the next day. I did NOT feel better the next day. However, I pushed through, as best I could. I applied extra bronzer and blush to cover up my green gills, drank some Pepto, and handled it like the boss bitch I am. I informed Christian that at any moment I might need to run to the bathroom to shit or barf, and it would be a toss up as to which. He was totally understanding and we got right to work, so I could get back to laying in misery and self pity.
There would be no swanky swinger club that night. No fancy dinners. No cool shows. It was the least expensive trip to Vegas we ever took. The only thing I managed, was mustering enough strength to get these photos taken. Now, you know why I am surprised. While you see a gorgeous woman taking nude photos, I look at them and think how ill I looked and felt that day. It's truly miraculous that these pics turned out as well as they did. I almost canceled the shoot last minute. I almost didn't put this set up for the world to see. I am glad I didn't cancel and my photos are in MR. I'm stoked to be here. I have arrived. I must say that I was a bit overwhelmed yesterday with such a large response to my first SG set FINALLY getting into MR. The positive messages, comments and words of encouragement made my heart swell with pride. At freshly 35 years of age, I never thought that I could be a tattooed babe on the internet getting so much love. Thank you all. Let's turn me pink!!! @missy @rambo @sean
