I'd like to be Victoria Beckham for one evening. Just one. I'd send the kids to go spend the night with Auntie Tom and Uncle Katie and wait for my husband soccer star David in our bedroom.. I'd be wearing nothing but some Instinct fragrance by Beckham. And perhaps a pair of sunglasses. I'd hear his mouse like voice downstairs asking my whereabouts. I'd stay as quite as possible so as not to spoil the surprise. My stomach may growl from having not eaten in a week, but other than that, totally silent. He'd still be in his soccer outfit, smelling of the day's workout.
"Posh..... Posh, it's me David.", he'd say in his school girl voice. My enormous breasts would heave with anticipation. One would face up at the ceiling, the other down at the floor. He'd find me there on the bed. Naked. I'd have flawless hair and makeup of course. I'd slowly remove my sunglasses, a wind machine would kick in and our night of extreme physicality would begin.
I would do so many unspeakable things to him that evening. I'd explore his boundaries and push them as far as I could. He may file a restraining order the next day, but..... so what. My time would be up.
That's my Christmas wish.
Is it too much to ask for?
Ink on paper with digital color and a prayer that my Xmas fantasy will come true.
