chole babe

Chole is my name.

Some in the know claim I'm a strong addiction, leaving you with a lasting recollection of my touch deep inside your body. A memory of long, chestnut hair, full, lush lips, delightfully caramel skin, and brilliant eyes that peered up at you from behind jet-black lashes and gave you flashes of the Aegean Sea. I don't require any artificial enhancements to my already sculpted curves from years of yoga, dance, and exercise. I have a true romantic side to me, but I can also be a little dry-humored. I'm like champagne with no aftertaste since I appreciate suspense but don't want any drama in my life.

My untamed libertine soul spends my days looking for adventure and finding connections in strange places, disregarding logic and morals. As I am a true epicurean, I support enjoying without feeling guilty. I like to recommend remaining for one more glass of fragrant wine after dinner as the flame of cupidity starts to burn my cheeks a similar shade of cherry red. Maybe you'll join me one beautiful day when we eat just-shucked oysters with their sweet wine dripping down our chins on the edge of a pier. I'll be letting the sun burn my legs to a rich bronze tone while I hang my legs in the cooling, salty ocean water.

The most passionate and deceptively basic and unpretentious cuddles usually follow a casual discussion on romantic occasions. After all, the apple is the juiciest temptation, and I can never help but indulge in another bite.

This year, I'll spend more time in airport lounges because I'm a romantic escapist addict. Follow my local and international travels by subscribing to my tour itinerary, and catch this jetlagged lover while you can. If your love of mystery is as fervent as mine, we'll get along just well. Please consider this a request to be featured in my thriller, a mystery that is now being written.



Xoxo, Chole