chooch850
07-21-2007, 06:22 PM
OMG! My daydream made it to TV! I'm lying in the sand and I'm on an isolated, exotic beach in Spain. I'm absolutely beautiful. My 34DD breasts are bulging out of my top. My waist is so thin and my ass so tight and high, my pants look painted on. My legs are so svelte, tanned and slender with the perfect 6" heels on my feet. I rise up and am instantly embraced by my lover, David, as in Beckham. He pulls me close. I can feel his hard, strong body against me. I am dizzy with desire. His lips meet mine and we embrace in a throbbing, passionate kiss. His love for me is undeniable. His wet, hot, lips trail down my neck as I arch backwards. Tatooed, muscled, arms circle around my slender waist to keep me from falling. I can feel our hearts beating as one. As he brings me forward I can feel his desire for me rise between his legs. I gasp with pleasure. It is then that I become aware of the cameras. the photo shoot, the world around us. I take a deep breath and smile brightly. " Do we have enough....?" I question in my perfect Queen's english. " Just a few more please, then we'll be done...." the photographer answers. I'm about to leave for the U.S.A. and I must leave my man behind. A car pulls up to wisk me away. I must say my goodbyes. "I love you"...he says... "oh, I love you too." As I get into the car, he reaches in and pulls me to him. "One more kiss..." and kisses me with such passion and longing, he leaves me weak. I slump back on the seat. As I look back, I see his perfect, strong, and towering silouette against the setting sun. Be still my heart....we will be together again soon..... In LA........
Oh WOW!!! I had to go get a sloe-gin fizz, to cool myself off. I was gettin' myself all hot and bothered and that's saying alot for an old broad like me. Posh Beckham is on her way to America to get everything set up to move David and her kids to LA. She's got lots to do so a camera crew is gonna follow her. She lands at LAX and is immediately swamped with paparazzi. She's looking really snappy in a black tux type jacket and a black fedora pulled over her face. Her black stiletto heels were awesome! "They must be waiting for Madonna, this can't be for me!" Wait, over there... it's Paula pulling thru her suitcase, looking for sweatpants. Good lord, she sure looks tiiiirrrred! Oh and isn't that Kathy Griffin over that way with her gays? ......ooo and by jove, I see Scott Baio trying to pick up chicks at 45! And holy smokes...there's Nick Nolte sleeping on the floor! This very well could be called "Clash of the Camera Crews!"
Our PERKY POSH, goes to her loaner mansion which doesn't impress her much from the outside, but makes her say "Wow", once inside. Of course all rich, celebrities on a reality show have BFF's and PP is no different. Hers' are the same kind, one does her hair and one does her make-up. Face it girls, they're our BFF's too. I tell my hairdresser everything. She's the only one who'll listen to me. PP is being sent an american personal assistant and she's worried she won't like her. Cue the doorbell. PP gets it. She wants people to know she down to earth. Holy Cow...(and I mean that)...they sent over Ugly Betty! PP shows her out to the pool patio where her and her BFF's are hangin'. PP asks if UB wants to shag her man. UB stampers a "no". PP looks at her as if to say...'everyone wants too...why not you??' UB stutters that maybe "yes". PP brushes it off with a laugh. First order of business ...Driver's License!!
Suprise....Suprise!!!!(makes me think of Gomer Pyle).....PP is driving thru LA and is pulled over by the cops!!! She gets out of the car, and by the way, she looks stunning. She is one hot chick, a real beauty and what great shoes! She give him her London license and of course it's no good in the U.S. He directs her to the DMV and she's waited on right away! WTF...no 'take a number', no '#91' and calling "#42", no mom with 3 bratty kids, no smell of b.o., no long line and no surly DMV employees?? This is NOT reality TV!!!
PP gets her test and tries to ask UB.."What does a yellow light mean?" UB whispers.."Slow down.." PP.."Whhaat dooeess a yyyee..." but Mr.DMV guy catches them and tells PP he's gonna keep an eye on her. Yeh, the perv's lookin' right up her dress the whole time she's taking the test. He stamps "PASSED" on her test and watches her ass while she walks away. When PP gets her picture taken for her license, thank goodness she has her crew with her. Hair & make-up go to work. Click goes the camera and PP moves to the counter to take a look. Not so good.."Can we take another one..?" "Lady this is the DMV..." Oh, there's our surly DMV lady, my faith is restored!!
PP has now been invited to a fancy-smancy luncheon by these socialite people from the neighborhood. She discusses it with her troops and decides that going would be good to get to know people. She gets all dressed up in a really cute spring frock and has her hair parted on the other side...just a little lip gloss...and another fabulous pair of heels. There was no need tho! The old heffers in that room belonged in the livery stables out back. The butler should have passed out paperbags. That room was full of every episode of Nip/Tuck. When the heffers, I mean, ladies talked about money, PP was uncomfortable but managed to have a wonderful time, especially after they all started doing shots and sliding down the banister. One old broad sang the theme to "Flipper" in dophinese! When it was over, they poured PP into a waiting car and sent her on her way. Maybe she will end up having the 'devil's baby'?
Time to buy a house. Not just any house, one that her family can grow and be comfortable in. UB has made arrangements with several realitors and they are on their way. The price of every home is displayed on the TV screen for all the world to see. Money doesn't seem to make her too uncomfortable when it comes to buying a house....holy smoly... $17,000,000,000...that's alot of dough!!!! The first one is really nice. It's modern, with sleek lines and hard wood floors and a great view of LA from the hills. PP walks out on the patio and is immediately turned off. There is a severe drop off of about a gazillion feet and no rail or anything. "Not with KIDS!!" PP pretends to be a guest at a party, dancing on the patio and 'uh oh...where'd he go?....guess ya couldn't invite Lindsey' .....she looked really good out there dancing. She had on this great shirt dress and her legs went on forever and her shoes, once again...to die for!!! The next home was really different. It looked like a mansion from the '60's. It had gilded pictures and gilded furniture and gilded woodwork and gilded toilets. PP said "YUK!" right away. She did finally find the house of her dreams. To me, it looked alot like the one she was borrowing except the patio/pool area. It had a bridge and topiaries. I heard the house was between Jay Leno's and Tom Cruise's, but PP said 'Spiderman' lived on one side and 'Batman' lived on the other. Maybe she changed her mind before the show aired.
Finally, she goes to the LAX and picks up her man. The paparazzi is in a frenzy. None of that matters when she runs across the airport and leaps into his waiting arms. They kiss, a kiss of true love and passion. He holds her close and shields her from the onslaught of photographers and guides her to the waiting cars. The doors close and they are back in each others arms again happily ever after! THE END.
....and she had on 'glass slippers'....with 6" heels!
Oh WOW!!! I had to go get a sloe-gin fizz, to cool myself off. I was gettin' myself all hot and bothered and that's saying alot for an old broad like me. Posh Beckham is on her way to America to get everything set up to move David and her kids to LA. She's got lots to do so a camera crew is gonna follow her. She lands at LAX and is immediately swamped with paparazzi. She's looking really snappy in a black tux type jacket and a black fedora pulled over her face. Her black stiletto heels were awesome! "They must be waiting for Madonna, this can't be for me!" Wait, over there... it's Paula pulling thru her suitcase, looking for sweatpants. Good lord, she sure looks tiiiirrrred! Oh and isn't that Kathy Griffin over that way with her gays? ......ooo and by jove, I see Scott Baio trying to pick up chicks at 45! And holy smokes...there's Nick Nolte sleeping on the floor! This very well could be called "Clash of the Camera Crews!"
Our PERKY POSH, goes to her loaner mansion which doesn't impress her much from the outside, but makes her say "Wow", once inside. Of course all rich, celebrities on a reality show have BFF's and PP is no different. Hers' are the same kind, one does her hair and one does her make-up. Face it girls, they're our BFF's too. I tell my hairdresser everything. She's the only one who'll listen to me. PP is being sent an american personal assistant and she's worried she won't like her. Cue the doorbell. PP gets it. She wants people to know she down to earth. Holy Cow...(and I mean that)...they sent over Ugly Betty! PP shows her out to the pool patio where her and her BFF's are hangin'. PP asks if UB wants to shag her man. UB stampers a "no". PP looks at her as if to say...'everyone wants too...why not you??' UB stutters that maybe "yes". PP brushes it off with a laugh. First order of business ...Driver's License!!
Suprise....Suprise!!!!(makes me think of Gomer Pyle).....PP is driving thru LA and is pulled over by the cops!!! She gets out of the car, and by the way, she looks stunning. She is one hot chick, a real beauty and what great shoes! She give him her London license and of course it's no good in the U.S. He directs her to the DMV and she's waited on right away! WTF...no 'take a number', no '#91' and calling "#42", no mom with 3 bratty kids, no smell of b.o., no long line and no surly DMV employees?? This is NOT reality TV!!!
PP gets her test and tries to ask UB.."What does a yellow light mean?" UB whispers.."Slow down.." PP.."Whhaat dooeess a yyyee..." but Mr.DMV guy catches them and tells PP he's gonna keep an eye on her. Yeh, the perv's lookin' right up her dress the whole time she's taking the test. He stamps "PASSED" on her test and watches her ass while she walks away. When PP gets her picture taken for her license, thank goodness she has her crew with her. Hair & make-up go to work. Click goes the camera and PP moves to the counter to take a look. Not so good.."Can we take another one..?" "Lady this is the DMV..." Oh, there's our surly DMV lady, my faith is restored!!
PP has now been invited to a fancy-smancy luncheon by these socialite people from the neighborhood. She discusses it with her troops and decides that going would be good to get to know people. She gets all dressed up in a really cute spring frock and has her hair parted on the other side...just a little lip gloss...and another fabulous pair of heels. There was no need tho! The old heffers in that room belonged in the livery stables out back. The butler should have passed out paperbags. That room was full of every episode of Nip/Tuck. When the heffers, I mean, ladies talked about money, PP was uncomfortable but managed to have a wonderful time, especially after they all started doing shots and sliding down the banister. One old broad sang the theme to "Flipper" in dophinese! When it was over, they poured PP into a waiting car and sent her on her way. Maybe she will end up having the 'devil's baby'?
Time to buy a house. Not just any house, one that her family can grow and be comfortable in. UB has made arrangements with several realitors and they are on their way. The price of every home is displayed on the TV screen for all the world to see. Money doesn't seem to make her too uncomfortable when it comes to buying a house....holy smoly... $17,000,000,000...that's alot of dough!!!! The first one is really nice. It's modern, with sleek lines and hard wood floors and a great view of LA from the hills. PP walks out on the patio and is immediately turned off. There is a severe drop off of about a gazillion feet and no rail or anything. "Not with KIDS!!" PP pretends to be a guest at a party, dancing on the patio and 'uh oh...where'd he go?....guess ya couldn't invite Lindsey' .....she looked really good out there dancing. She had on this great shirt dress and her legs went on forever and her shoes, once again...to die for!!! The next home was really different. It looked like a mansion from the '60's. It had gilded pictures and gilded furniture and gilded woodwork and gilded toilets. PP said "YUK!" right away. She did finally find the house of her dreams. To me, it looked alot like the one she was borrowing except the patio/pool area. It had a bridge and topiaries. I heard the house was between Jay Leno's and Tom Cruise's, but PP said 'Spiderman' lived on one side and 'Batman' lived on the other. Maybe she changed her mind before the show aired.
Finally, she goes to the LAX and picks up her man. The paparazzi is in a frenzy. None of that matters when she runs across the airport and leaps into his waiting arms. They kiss, a kiss of true love and passion. He holds her close and shields her from the onslaught of photographers and guides her to the waiting cars. The doors close and they are back in each others arms again happily ever after! THE END.
....and she had on 'glass slippers'....with 6" heels!