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I was talking to someone about that old standby topic of which celebrities would you most like to have sex with or whatever other version you use. People like to give little twists to these dilemmas to make them feel like they are more than just a crass “this is who I want to do,” but put aside the million dollars or the significant other who will allow it no strings attached or the alien who will make it so you never get caught and it still comes back to "this is who I’d like to do." I started thinking about all the usual suspects: Brad Pitt, Leonardo DiCaprio, Angelina Jolie, but they just seemed too big for me. Not that kind of big, but just bigger than life. I feel like the whole night would just be too surreal and wouldn’t resonate as deeply as I’d want it to. Later I came across the Shia thread and it all made sense to me. Shia was a perfect choice. The more I thought about him and SuitedAces' obsession, the more I realized Emma is equally perfect.Now I get where SA is coming from and frankly, I think he gets too much grief for his love of them. Maybe he can be a little obsessive about them, but I think he just gets it. Think about it, both are young, successful, extremely attractive, and yet they haven’t reached that point where you look at them and think they couldn’t be the boy or girl next door. They have that down to earth vibe about them, even when they’re on Leno or walking the red carpet or at a big movie premiere. I look at them and they look like they’re just happy for the opportunity, like they haven’t forgotten where they came from. To be honest, I don’t know where they actually came from, but I can easily imagine them coming to my bedroom.I don’t mean them together as that would put me back in the surreal realm of the fantasy; I mainly mean Shia. It’s hard for me to imagine getting together with Emma because I’ve never done that sort of thing, but you know who would know how to pull that off? Shia!Now I’m imagining sitting in the back row of the movies with a friend, watching Eagle Eye. Early in the movie my friend gets a call and has to leave right away, but I stay to watch the movie. Then I notice a guy sneak into the theater, hat pulled low, and he takes a seat in the back too. Out of the corner of my eye I can tell it’s him. I don’t overreact; I just intently watch the movie. As the movie comes to a close, I lean over to him and whisper, “I don’t want to blow your cover, but I just wanted you to know that I thought you were great in this movie. I was feeling bad because my friend left me alone to tend to a small emergency, but sharing the movie with you made my day.” He tells me he had some reservations about how the final movie came out, but it’s hard for him to view it without knowing all the work that went into making it. Then he asks if I’d like to share my thoughts with him over coffee. Of course I agree. Then he asks if it would be ok to have the conversation at his place since we would be constantly interrupted by autograph seekers. Of course I agree to that too.We get back to his place and he tells me his nerves are always shot after watching one of his movies and would it be ok if he had a glass of wine instead of coffee? I say, “sure, but only if I can have a glass too.” The wine is great and we start talking about the movie, but it soon leads to all kinds of other things. A few more glasses and I work up the nerve to ask him what it’s like to kiss someone on film. He doesn’t say anything, he just leans in, brushes my hair from my face, and kisses me. The kiss is soft, yet I feel the electricity. Then he says, “It’s not nearly as exciting as that was.” We kiss again, this time more urgently, and my heart is racing. I don’t know what’s happening, but I know I’m not about to put a stop to any of it. But then, something else does put a stop to it, the ring of his cell phone. I sit up and straighten out my clothes and try to not eavesdrop too much. When the call ends he informs me that one of his friends is coming over, but he’d like me to stay. I agree, but wonder if our fun was over.It’s not. He kisses me again and I’m his to do what he pleases. We move to his bedroom and I think to ask when his friend is coming over, but I don’t want to do anything to ruin the moment so I stay quiet. We just laid down on his bed when the doorbell rings. He says, “wow, she’s here sooner than I expected.” He tells me to stay put and goes to get the door. When he comes back into the room, his friend is with him. His friend Emma! We exchange greetings and then she asks Shia if it would be ok if she uses his shower because she has been up since 4 a.m. shooting her latest movie. He tells her that’s fine and she goes into his bathroom and shuts the door behind her. He joins me on the bed again and I wonder how far this will go while she’s in the shower. I try to find out by pulling his shirt off and he doesn’t try to stop me. In fact, he takes the opportunity to pull my shirt off. We’re both sitting up on our knees and as he pulls my shirt off, he starts kissing my neck. My arms remain raised as I pull the sleeves off and his lips move their way down from my neck. His fingertips gently slide down my sides and I can feel his breath on my breasts and I’m aching to be touched by him. He lies me down on the bed and follows me down. I arch my back, begging for him to take me in his mouth, but just as he is about to, we hear the bathroom door open. Emma steps out, a towel wrapped around her body. A smile appears on her face as she says, “I was hoping this was where things were headed,” and she takes a couple steps toward the bed and lets her towel drop to the floor. Her body is every bit as incredible as I imagined it would be. She playfully shoves Shia down to the bed, hops on top of me, straddles me, and says, “Let me show you how it’s done.” I should probably stop there; at least stop posting about it anyway…

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now this is where the gangsters bust in the door and shoot the two women and Shia, leaving them all for dead. Little did they know that he would survive, and survive for only one reason, sweet, sweet revenge......OK, I've seen to many movies, but hey.......

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suited...if emma made a porn with shia....would you enjoy it or would it make you upset?and if it made you upset, would you have angry sex with yourself?
It would be the most beautiful thing these eyes have ever seen. Unless a few laws are broken, Im never gonna get Emma, and there are only two men I would allow to live if dating her. One of them is Shia.
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I'm not sure if you're saying she hit it over the fence, or that she's out in left field. There's neither a ball visible going long, or anyone out there looking to catch balls hit that way.Oh I get it. You're saying she'll never make it to the bigs with fungus on her shower shoes!

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I'm not sure if you're saying she hit it over the fence, or that she's out in left field. There's neither a ball visible going long, or anyone out there looking to catch balls hit that way.Oh I get it. You're saying she'll never make it to the bigs with fungus on her shower shoes!
I think it's "Out OF left field"So it might help with that 2nd one.
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Pretty sure Yorke is trying to show us how bad the design of the bleachers are for that field. They are way to far away from the fence and they tilted away from the field.
There's a light pole in the way of some of the seats too. Shit's weak...
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Isn't it kinda weird, considering the quality of the OP, that i enjoyed the subsequent posts much more than the original? :club:

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