victorian furnishings

I sometimes think nasty thoughts about the “come hither” rock star. I imagine us making out in a hotel room with Victorian furnishings. I don't know why. I’ve never made out with anyone in my life before so I think it would be heavenly with him. I imagine him holding my hand as he shows me around London, where I assume he lives. I show him around where I live, the sights, the sounds, the beach, and downtown. Actually, I think more of the making out part in my fantasies. I try to imagine what my friends would think, how much it would cost for him to go from England to where I live every weekend, and vice versa but I can’t. I think of caressing his white skinny rocker body, touching his face and hair which must feel so silky, taking off his raggedy designer clothes and have no idea what to do with him after that. I have not had “ real life experience “ with sex so after that fantasy of me taking off his raggedy shirt, a red curtain is pulled down censoring what is to happen next, or a slow cinematic fadeout or a camera panning to a fireplace or the stars happens in my mind. I know sex is nothing like in the movies but I have seen so many make-out scenes on celluloid that that’s all there is on my mind: serious making out, rock star kissing me passionately but then fadeout. When I try to create X-rated scenes, I Just remember that scene from “The 40 Year old Virgin” when Steve Carell’s character tries to imagine an erotic fantasy but ends up watching “Everybody loves Raymond”. Only in my case it would be “30 Rock”. I guess my mind is actually clean but wants to be filthy so badly.
I would regret writing this “blog” entry, you know the old saying “don’t count your chicks before they hatch”? but I’m not naming names, it could be anyone to the fates and I’m expressing my true feelings and emotions like I would to a journal, a shooting star, or a priest so I don’t believe I’m giving myself bad luck and I don’t believe it counts. At least that's what I'm telling myself.
I guess that is my last fantasy on “come hither” rock star. Back to reality.