Sweet dreams are made of this.....

Dear Diary,

Had two AMAZING dreams the other night. In the first one, I was walking down the local village when I noticed the library had been turned into a DVD shop/search for jobs centre. But the jos were ACTUALLY CATEGORIZED. How useful would sumat like that be? Anyway, I wandered in, and for some reason picked up and had a look at Season 3 of "The L Word" - even though I already have it. So who taps me on the shoulder? Only Kate Moennig and JENNIFER BEALS. My mouth was literally on the floor. We chatted for a while - well, when I say chatted, I mean I went a little crazy, told them both how much I love them and how madly sexy they are, and gave Kate a huge hug. Weird. But fun.

The second dream was by FAR one of the best I've had. You know when you have those dreams that are so sexy and intense and realisitic, you literally wake up turned on? Yep. We all do.
It was about Barack Obama. Just to defend myself, yes he may be 40, but damn, I think he's hot. Especially with Heat bringing out topless photos of him every now and then.....

Anyway, in this one, I was President Obama's new PA/Secretary, and living in America. And in the dream, he wasn't married, nor did he have kids. On my 2nd day on the job, I actually got to meet him, as we were both travelling to a conference in New Orleans (god knows why it was there). I was extremely professional and organised - he said I had a "cute British accent" and kept making me say things all English-ly for the sheer fun of it.

Anyway, so we were staying in this Motel in N.O for the night, which remarkably resembled a holiday resort in Spain we stayed in when we were younger. And blimey, was he chivalrous:

President Obama: "Hey, we only got one bedroom, so you take the bed, OK?"
Personal Assistant: "What? No.... are you.... joking? Where will you sleep?"
PO: "Right here on the sofa!" (*Pats sofa to illustrate*)
PA: "Wha...?! You can't... you.... I'm..... You're the PRESIDENT!! You can't sleep on a SOFA!!"
PO: "Why not?"
PA: ".......................You're....... the PRESIDENT!!!"
PO: "Yeah...... and my lovely British assitant gets the bed!"
PA: (*gobsmacked*) "But.... I can't! What if a pap looks in the window?"
PO: "A what?"
PA: "....... someone from the press. What if they look in the window? Tomorrow it'll be the story around the world - how President Obama got delegated to the sofa by his fricking PA!!! I don't want THAT plastered all over the front page of Heat!"
PO: "Heat?"
PA: "Ummmmm........ L.A today? New York times? One of those?"
PO: (*chuckling*) "Well, we can always make up an excuse! We can pretend I'm a huge snob and just took one look at the room and got pissed!"
PA: "But we haven't got a mini-bar! They know that! They'll never believe us!"
PO: "What?"
PA: "AND you'd have to look hungover tomorrow, which you'll never pull off......"
PO: "When did I say anything about drinking?"

Hmmm.... SO that fun little exchange went on for quite a while, which culminated in him INSISTING I took the bed. Which I ended up doing. The sofa folded out into a double bed with sheets, anyway.

So, about 11 oclock (early bedtime when you have a conference, y'know....) I put down all my files etc.... and took a wander into the kitchen to get a glass of water, in my big fleccy sheep pajamas, expecting His Presidency to be fast asleep. Imagine my shock when I saw him sat in his boxers on the edge of the sofa, head in hands, sobbing to himself. Naturally I panicked at the sight of a half-naked crying man and asked what was up, so he came and stood in the centre of the room, crying quietly in that strange man-way when they're trying to pretend they're NOT crying, but making it even worse by trying to hold it in. He said he was terrified - it was only his 2nd day of Presidency and he was scared to death of making wrong decisions, cocking it all up and forever being remembered as "that black guy who destroyed America" (rednecks can be SO dramatic). I tried to calm him down, and explained that he had been fighting and preparing for this for 4 years, he knew what to expect going in, and that he's finally got to the top and gained the trust of (almost) everyone, just like he'd planned and dreamed. I said he was a fantastic, inspiring, intelligent man who knew what he had to do, and by god, he was going to be good at it. I told him that nothing cheers people up like a big hug, so that's what I gave him. He said he liked my "cute" PJ's. We stayed hugging for AGES, as I tried to talk him round.

And that's when all my pseudo-political speak came to a halt, as he started kissing me. But, we're talking really exciting, slow, deep, sensual, tongue-filling-your-whole-mouth-but-in-a-madly-sexy-way kissing. Just there, stood up in the middle of the room, one of the Most Important Men in the World and his English assistant. And it was unbelieveably exciting - not because he sure as hell knew what to do with his arms and his tongue, but because of the sheer absurdity. He was one of the most powerful men in the world, and in that moment he was just a man, topless and kissing me.

We fell onto the sofa, but would you Adam-and-Eve-it, my Blackberry (*snort* As if I'd ever own a Blackberry!!) beeped in the other room - and being the Presidential PA, I had to get it. Upon returning, I removed my PJ's and jumped onto the sofa with him, groping at the bulge in his black boxers. And..... DAMN, what a bulge! I actually looked at that thing with FEAR in my eyes. For a second, anyway, before getting extremely excited and giving him head. It only took about 10 seconds before he "caught me by surprise," which I didn't know if it was due to my honed sexual skills, or him just being premature. Either way, it raised a massive momentary, never-been-raised-before-except-maybe-with-Clinton dilemna of; "Shit. He's the PRESIDENT. Do I spit or swallow??"

You don't need to know which one I did. Only I will know the truth...........

So, yeah - sensual, sexy, unhurried, lots of stroking, touches and neck-kissing. Even though I can never make this claim in real life - in DreamWorld I can clarify that Barack Obama is an EXCELLENT lover.

Look at that, people. Look at that sexy bastard. We have VOTED for him. Definately the right choice, eh? ALWAYS put a man in charge of the world who knows what he's doing in bed. There are so few of them as it is.

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Current Mood: tingly (I do love reminiscing)
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