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My Night with Nicole
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My Night with Nicole I dreamt I met Nicole Sherzinger at a business function - it was very convincing: she was there to present an award. Anyway we got talking and I told her how much I liked her voice and her sense of humour, trying not to mention how much I liked the rest of her as well, spilling out of a number of openings in a skin tight dress. She looked Sher-mazing. I would have been spilling out myself if my openings had been less firmly fastened. She asked me a lot of questions about what I do for a living. It seemed there was a chance that she might want to employ my professional services...... It was extraordinary, but we were getting on really well. She said she really liked the way I talked about things that mattered, not like most men who were only interested in getting her into bed. I told her I probably would have behaved differently if hadn't been trying to be professional, as after all it was a business function, and of course anyway, I knew perfectly well I didn't have any chance with her, so it was easier not to be distracted. "Oh there's always a chance," she said. She said "Why don't you try asking me if I would like to go for a drink with you so we can talk some more after I have finished here?" So I asked and she said, "well I'd have to go back to my hotel and change into something a bit less noticeable first, but yeah, okay, I'd like that." I could hardly breathe. Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me. So we went back to her hotel, but before we went inside, she said, "You'll have to wait in the bar and have a drink or something - if the paparazzi see us together they'll be watching you and we'll never be able to get away." So I sat in the bar while she went upstairs. Part of me was thinking, bloody hell, I'm going to be sitting here for half the night now, and she won't be coming back down. But deep down I knew it was going to be alright. We had had an incredible connection - we really liked each other - something special was happening. After about ten minutes I was glancing towards the door when another wonderful looking woman walked in. Tall, long dark hair, fabulous figure, dressed in jeans and a T shirt. She glanced round the room, fortunately without seeing me staring at her, and then walked up to the bar. My eyes followed her. As if sensing my gaze she looked in my direction. I grinned, and holy macaroni, she grinned back, and started walking over. I couldn't believe it. There I was, sitting in a posh hotel bar, waiting for Nicole Sherzinger for goodness sake, and here was another fantastically sexy woman coming over to talk to me. What the hell was going on tonight? "Okay, you still want to go out?" she asked me. I had worked it out by now, but it still took me a while to say anything. "Yes," was all I could manage. "I'm sorry I'm looking so plain," she said, "but it's the only way not to get recognised. An awful lot of men want to go out with Nicole Sherzinger from the Pussy Cat Dolls, but not very many are so keen on plain old Nikki Valiente from Louisville. So I wanted to check you wouldn't have changed your mind." "Are you joking?" I asked. "You have just gone from drop dead gorgeous, to "Oh-my-God-get-me-one-of-those-absolutely-right-now-irresistible." She smiled, looking straight into my eyes like a sex-crazed grown-up schoolgirl. "Ask, and the Lord shall provide," she said. Then she leaned in, snaked one long arm around my neck and placed her other hand on my chest, and kissed me like it might be going to save her life.. Then I woke up. I knew I shouldn't have been watching the X Factor. |
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Serves you right for watching it...but I agree she is drop dead gorgeous.  ~~Anais Nin~~
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Serves you right for watching it...but I agree she is drop dead gorgeous. "I don't want to be your weekend lover"
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Oh yeah, I think I would like him of I was a woman. Unless.....he's quite small isn't he? I mean short, lol, I don't know about his endowment!
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