This is funny!
The long ride from Santa Barbara was one of those dream experiences that leave you glowing in the dark. From the moment Jimmy slid his small velvet-clad *** across teh seat of the limo, right next to mine, until the door was thrown open in front of THree Experience, we cooed and giggled like doves in heat. It was a hundred-mile drive, which gave him plenty of time to come out with "all of the lines." He told me he had gotten my number the last time he was in town but was too nervous to use it until the last day, and he called and called but the line was constantly busy. Mmm-hmm. He said he wantted to spend time with m e MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD. Tell me more. I kissed and slobbered all over teh inside crease of his slim white arm until he rolled his head back against the plush seat, gasping, "Oh, Pamela, yes, yes, yes." Yeah yeah yeah. He warned me that his previous L.A. girlfriend would probably be in the club and that I would have to give him the chance to "explain" to her about me. Uh-oh.
I climbed out of the warm, dark backseat womb, full of wet kisses and flaming glazed eyes, and found myself in the precarious position of sharing the splendid diinity with Catherine James, the most gorgeous rock courtesan alive. She and I hissed at each other from a dark distance, and beat the old hasty retreat back to my cozy pad, where I tossed around in the sheet with the vision of Jimmy's backyard peacocks strutting across my latticed brain. I was turned inside out, pulsating with creamy pink desire for the most coveted hunk of drool material, but I was too thin-skinned to take the chance of being scorned this soon.
Pamela
A lot of wild stuff happened?
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). I think it is incredibly vulgar to kiss and tell with a celebrity. And courtesan? Give me a break. Shame. I thought I liked Pamela.
