With Josie, I imagine us on a sailboat off the coast of LA, eating grilled veggie wraps, drinking diet Sprite, talking about recent movies and enjoying hearing her vast (almost endless) celebrity gossip and how her best friend recently got Punked! At night we'd meet her friends in Westwood, have sushi, go to some premier or another followed by a couple of bars with $18 drinks. The next day we'd be in her BMW convertible, go to the LA zoo or Universal Studios, then hit a club at night. We'd plan her NY trip, where we'd stay in a trendy hotel and she'd network like crazy with Disney, MTV, and General Mills (possible endorsement deal for Special-K, but apparently they're leaning towards Miranda Cosgrove to get the kids thinking "healthy"). It'd be a blast, but I'd be exhausted and ready to head back home to after a couple of busy days.
With Nicola, I imagine going to her family's stone house in the country. We'd eat lamb, olives and figs and drink Cabernet. She'd show me her father's architectural renderings, her mother's watercolors and her grandmothers jewelry. We'd drive a Renault, smoke hashish and just miss hitting a goat. I'd want it to rain half the week so we could stay inside, play backgammon and cards, and I'd learn everything about her. I'd read her high school diaries, smell the cologne behind her ear, and massage her feet with eucalyptus oil. We'd pick grapes from the vineyard, scrape and paint the 200 year old door, collect eggs from the hens and make an omelette with goat cheese and thyme. At night we'd build a fire with Cypress logs, drink cognac and draw pictures of each other in charcoal. I'd wish we could just live there forever so the dream would never end.

With Josie, We are on a last minute carnival cruise eating off the butter sculptures from the midnight buffet. "Gotta get her our moneys worth"! I tell her. She is fast asleep even as we were boarding. NOt feeling well after a nite of partying with me! After some free champagne we head to our stowage stateroom where my darling Josie is using the crowded bathroom with the delicious sounds of moaning as I imagine she is "Self fluffing" herself to better be hot and steamy for me. when she comes out she mumbles she has a bikini shoot in a few days and says she is sorry but she has to keep her weight down! She claims to be a bit queezy and thinks it would be good if I used the bunk bed. Im thinking this is great, she is teasing me and building up the sexual tension! Its working!
The next day she awakes early looking lovely and fresh and says we should have a nice breakfast before our next port of call. Im thinking maybe she'll buy me a nice watch at one of the great stores in St. Martin, or maybe we go bikini shopping for her and she can tease me again with her lovely body yearning for me. We can plan her career and endorsements. I hear she is in the running against Miranda Cosgrove and I'll offer to go "DEXTER" on to show my love for her. She asks me to meet her up on the breakfast deck and I hurry to get fresh and looking forward to feeding her fresh but ripe mango and wipe the sweet nectar from the side of her mouth!!!!
When I get to the table she has too security guys with her! Wow, big star she is! I guess if we had a suite we could have dined in private (Credit card is maxed out)but at least we can be sort of alone and I rather have them then the numerous crowd that is pretending to ignore us. When I sit down one puts handcuffs on me and now I am really aroused!!!! My vixen is going to tease me even more! She also has a great sense of humor! I drink my smoothing from my straw while she tells me a tale of date rape drug, abduction and restraining orders! Our security detail tells me how friendly the Nassau Jails will be for me and the long holiday weekend (yeah!) it will be for me until my hearing......IT will be great!

WIth Nicola, We go and I meet her family. Its an old hot country house in the mountains. We'd eat local food, drink pepsi and she'd show me her fathers manifesto, Her mothers propaganda, and her decadent grandmothers torture scares from where she used to wear jewelry. We'd drive a convertable, smoke Hashish, learn all about her, rub her feet, pick grapes, have all kinds of exotic sex and just have the most sensual experience ever!! She softly tells me the best way to experience all these "senses" is to remove one. "like being blindfolded?" I ask? Yeah she responds with a slight mischievous giggle that is really getting me excited! She kids also!!! "like when a man cuts off his own ear to profess his love?" she suggests? This is so hot and the warm sensation of the injection flowing thru me makes me almost agreeable. She gently starts licking my ear and the warm saliva starts flowing down my neck. I am very woozy but loving it. I seem to hear men laughing in the back ground but I realize she injected me some exotic spanish fly juice that is really working!!! She puts a hood over my head and tells me to be still while she gets ready. In a few moments I can see bright lights thru my hood and I ask her what she is doing. "We are going to make a movie you and me my love!" Oh boy, me and Nicole in our own little sex tape!!!!! When the hood comes off I am really high and can't focus. she tells me there is a script! WOW, she had been planning all along. I look around and she introduces her brothers to me, who have masks on and are not very friendly. I look down and my ear is looking back at me. Wow, Am I high or what!!! They want me read the script but I can't focus but sense they are yelling something cuz Nicole is really hot now wearing some tight fitting camo jeans and vest with sweat glistening between her breasts and she sweetly blushes at my erection! I am so happy she picked me for her sex tape!!

BlueSeats wrote:My god, you are so phucking sexxxy

while I'm inclined to agree, I find myself wondering if I should call the authorities

BlueSeats wrote:Both girls are beautiful. For me it's about the mood they conjure. Maran is pretty, don't get me wrong, but she's a bit one-dimensional. Nicola is deeper, sultrier and sexier, and can carry more moods.

With Josie, I imagine us on a sailboat off the coast of LA, eating grilled veggie wraps, drinking diet Sprite, talking about recent movies and enjoying hearing her vast (almost endless) celebrity gossip and how her best friend recently got Punked! At night we'd meet her friends in Westwood, have sushi, go to some premier or another followed by a couple of bars with $18 drinks. The next day we'd be in her BMW convertible, go to the LA zoo or Universal Studios, then hit a club at night. We'd plan her NY trip, where we'd stay in a trendy hotel and she'd network like crazy with Disney, MTV, and General Mills (possible endorsement deal for Special-K, but apparently they're leaning towards Miranda Cosgrove to get the kids thinking "healthy"). It'd be a blast, but I'd be exhausted and ready to head back home to after a couple of busy days.

With Nicola, I imagine going to her family's stone house in the country. We'd eat lamb, olives and figs and drink Cabernet. She'd show me her father's architectural renderings, her mother's watercolors and her grandmothers jewelry. We'd drive a Renault, smoke hashish and just miss hitting a goat. I'd want it to rain half the week so we could stay inside, play backgammon and cards, and I'd learn everything about her. I'd read her high school diaries, smell the cologne behind her ear, and massage her feet with eucalyptus oil. We'd pick grapes from the vineyard, scrape and paint the 200 year old door, collect eggs from the hens and make an omelette with goat cheese and thyme. At night we'd build a fire with Cypress logs, drink cognac and draw pictures of each other in charcoal. I'd wish we could just live there forever so the dream would never end.

TMS wrote:

BlueSeats wrote:Both girls are beautiful. For me it's about the mood they conjure. Maran is pretty, don't get me wrong, but she's a bit one-dimensional. Nicola is deeper, sultrier and sexier, and can carry more moods.

With Josie, I imagine us on a sailboat off the coast of LA, eating grilled veggie wraps, drinking diet Sprite, talking about recent movies and enjoying hearing her vast (almost endless) celebrity gossip and how her best friend recently got Punked! At night we'd meet her friends in Westwood, have sushi, go to some premier or another followed by a couple of bars with $18 drinks. The next day we'd be in her BMW convertible, go to the LA zoo or Universal Studios, then hit a club at night. We'd plan her NY trip, where we'd stay in a trendy hotel and she'd network like crazy with Disney, MTV, and General Mills (possible endorsement deal for Special-K, but apparently they're leaning towards Miranda Cosgrove to get the kids thinking "healthy"). It'd be a blast, but I'd be exhausted and ready to head back home to after a couple of busy days.

With Nicola, I imagine going to her family's stone house in the country. We'd eat lamb, olives and figs and drink Cabernet. She'd show me her father's architectural renderings, her mother's watercolors and her grandmothers jewelry. We'd drive a Renault, smoke hashish and just miss hitting a goat. I'd want it to rain half the week so we could stay inside, play backgammon and cards, and I'd learn everything about her. I'd read her high school diaries, smell the cologne behind her ear, and massage her feet with eucalyptus oil. We'd pick grapes from the vineyard, scrape and paint the 200 year old door, collect eggs from the hens and make an omelette with goat cheese and thyme. At night we'd build a fire with Cypress logs, drink cognac and draw pictures of each other in charcoal. I'd wish we could just live there forever so the dream would never end.

Stay thirsty my friends

The UltimateKnicks ALBA Tourney: come for the pictures, stay for the prose!

But only after I do naughty things to her first.

BlueSeats wrote:With Nicola, I imagine going to her family's stone house in the country. We'd eat lamb, olives and figs and drink Cabernet. She'd show me her father's architectural renderings, her mother's watercolors and her grandmothers jewelry. We'd drive a Renault, smoke hashish and just miss hitting a goat. I'd want it to rain half the week so we could stay inside, play backgammon and cards, and I'd learn everything about her. I'd read her high school diaries, smell the cologne behind her ear, and massage her feet with eucalyptus oil. We'd pick grapes from the vineyard, scrape and paint the 200 year old door, collect eggs from the hens and make an omelette with goat cheese and thyme. At night we'd build a fire with Cypress logs, drink cognac and draw pictures of each other in charcoal. I'd wish we could just live there forever so the dream would never end.

It appears you have some repressive issues around goats. On your drive up, you talk about just missing one with your vehicle. Later, you enjoy an omelette made from goat cheese. Is this a Silence of the Lambs thing? Have the goats stopped screaming, BlueSeats? Perhaps it's time to take a session with Dr. Paul Weston, from the HBO show, In Treatment.