I’m disgusted. Truly disgusted. I feel as though I’m going to be held hostage by the Heiress In Jail update until that girl is let out of jail. I don’t think there has been so much press about something so incredibly vapid and useless since the press frenzy around Sanjaya or whatever his name was on American Idol. I was counting down the days till he was out of there - and I find myself doing the same with this Ms. Paris, too.
It has me thinking.
Is this every man’s fantasy?
Is this like some showtime television show that comes on about 1:00AM when all the little kids are in their pj’s with feet - and their parents are downstairs - in striped jail suits - watching the latest soft porn movie titled “Her time behind bars” - acting along with the somewhat predictable but no less appealing plot?
What is it about women in jail that makes a man’s penis stand to attention - and is this somehow to blame for the press frenzy around Ms. Hilton’s time there?
It’s not often that I listen to talk radio - but since my unfortunate event where my ipod and fm transmitor thing a ma jig was taken from me so violently (sob) - I have been listening to quite a bit of radio while I’m riding along in my car- and since the music played on regular stations no longer appeals to me - I change the station rapidly to talk radio. Everyone is talking about Paris - and they have their little spin on it - so as not to appear too… I don’t know … typical maybe. A show the other day almost caused me to get into an accident. A blonde called who sounded like a twin of Minnie Mouse - and described herself as being a DD - and small - like five feet and nothing small. She said that her boyfriend was in his fancy smancy car and had gotten pulled over by the police. She told the host of the show that she had never been so miserable in all her life and that she felt really bad for Paris and all that she would probably have to live thru while in jail. “They were calling me Princess” this stupid bitch cried. “It was because of my boyfriend - and I had a warrant because I didn’t show up for a court date - although I did pay the ticket - but they were so mean to me (hiccup) that…(gasp)…I just wanted to die! And the men there were so dirty - they were so (sniff sniff) filthy that I didn’t want to even sssssssit dowwwwwwn!”
I silently begged her to stop.
The hosts had hit their jackpot and went in for the kill.
“So how big are your tits?” They asked with what can only be described as a sinister laugh.
“What does that have to do with anything.” The blonde with big tits gulped. Good for you, I thought. Hang on to what little bit of decency you have left. Don’t answer the … “They are 34DD’s. I mean they are really big - but… what does that have to do with anything.”
“So are your nipples really sensitive?” The other DJ asked - dead pan.
“Um…” (Don’t do it stupid girl… don’tttttt) “Well - yeah - as a matter of fact they are … but again - this doesn’t have anything to do with my story.”
Oh yes it does!!! And for the next 15 minutes these two djs proceeded to show her exactly how relevant her jug size was to … well… to life. Specifically their fantasy about little princesses in jail - with big tits (or little ones - doesn’t matter) who find themselves in a jail cell - turning tricks with the guards for protection - or licking their cell mates pussy for a cigarette. Because that is what this is all about, isn’t it? Our (particularily) men’s fascination with women (princesses) behind bars - in dirty and animalistic places - where desperation can turn any good girl into a certifiable whore. Where bars are just backdrops to sinful fantasies - and where a key can unlock the possiblity of getting a girl to do just about anything for a hot shower and a phone call.
I understand. I have had my little fantasies, too - and well - I still like the whole gay cop bad inmate gay porn story. Never gets old. However, I don’t think I would be glued to the set - (or my Hitachi wand) if Denzel got put in jail today. I don’t even think I would be glued to the set if Richard Simmons was placed in jail - or any of the guys on Bravo Television’s “Work Out” - who have to be gay. I think. I don’t even think one of my callers - with muscles all lathered up in babyoil the way he likes - would get me to be obsessed about his time behind bars. How much is a photo of Paris in jail going for these days? And how many times has the mug shot of her been downloaded and downloaded ON these past … 12 or so hours?
Maybe I should put up a CeCe in jail listing. I can pretend to call you up collect - you accept the charges of course - and then I can tell you about my shower with the girls the other day. Or you can be the warden - and I can tell you to go fuck yourself if you expect me to be in the general public with the rest of the dirty filthy hos that are in here. You can push me down on my knees behind your desk - handcuff my hands behind my back to the legs of the desk behind me - and force your cock down my throat. Or - I don’t know - you can pretend that I’m in solitary confinement - and instead of slipping me a plate of hot slop thru the little slot in the door - you can put your cock thru the opening instead and insist that I suck that for lunch.
Seriously - if no one takes me up on my offer - I am going to be even more confused about the intense obsession with this chick’s jail sentence. If what I’m thinking is correct - right now at this moment - thousands of niteflirt girls are making up profiles about their time behind bars - and thousand more guys are lining up to call them and hear all about it.
I recently completed the incredible task of emailing 30 more men and sending pictures for each 15 minutes they were on with me. I really should learn to do this at the time that it happens - but that would be responsible of me - and we all know how procrastination is and will always be my middle name. Thanks again for all the great calls - and for being so patient with your presents!
Enjoy them, boys. Remember - the promotion goes on until June 15th. I don’t know if I will continue it after that - you’ll all have to let me know if it’s a good idea or not. Of the 30 or so pics that I send out - maybe 5 men will actually write me back to let me know that they got them and enjoy them. Take your hands off your penis’ for a sec and send me a little note on nf or gmail (celinawetdreams) and let me know if you’re even excited by this offer. If it’s worth it to ya all - I’d like to continue doing it for another month. We’ll see, though.
I was going to write about a few of my favorite things (callers) but my hand is starting to cramp up - and truth be told - I’ve been extremely horny. I think I turned myself on with all this prison talk and I may just have to do something about that. I also have to work this evening *ho hum* which means I need to start saving up some energy so I can work out.
Remind me someone to talk about the cancer walk I participated in - and how drunk and horny I got while walking - and how we almost were asked to leave by the coordinators of the event. It isn’t as good as a prison type story - but it comes close in many ways!
*Smoochies*