As usual, I’m forced to take back all my mockery of the musical craptastic that is the American Music Awards. As always, the 2014 version may be a celebration of some true auditory torture, but it remains one of the single biggest night of decked out Hollywood hotties goodness of the year. There’s something to be said for that. That thing is mostly just ‘thanks’. Wow, the process of sextastic pop divas and celebrity invites was just unending tonight.
Some of my favorites were Jennifer Lopez, just so smoking hot, Charli XCX ogle worthy for sure, Selena Gomez form fitting goodness, Kate Beckinsale, Heidi Klum, Kendall Jenner, Nicki Minaj, Zendaya Coleman and many more looking outrageously fine. Check out the ladies. If you watch the show, well, that’s on you. I’d keep it on mute, then you might have something to store in the visual vaults. Enjoy.
The ever sexy Kate Beckinsale was looking cleavtacular at the Battersea Power Station global launch in LA. She wore a white dress that was cut very low. Very. The result was a plethora of boobage. If you think back to Kate’s heyday in the 90′s you’ll recall that she has an extraordinary pair of knockers. 15 years later she is still looking incredibly hot. That’s not an easy task. A lot of her fellow 90′s stars haven’t fared so well. I remember going to see her movies back in the day and liking the fact that I could ogle her even if it was some rom-com that I didn’t like, or worse yet, Pearl Harbor. But that aside I’m glad to see that she’s kept it tight all these years.
I do enjoy a woman that knows how to properly wield the cleav. She’s brandishing her cleavage like a friggin’ samurai.
Toronto Film Festival really does bring out the hotties from all parts of the globe. Well, Britain, by way of Los Angeles at least. It’s not quite Cannes, then again, it’s not quite as pretentious as Cannes, which means you can ogle the likes of Cara Delevingne and uber-MILFtastic Kate Beckinsale without having to cross your legs and smirk. And, oh, what a pair to ogle.
The fine British lasses of different sextastic generations were decked out for the premiere of Face of an Angel. It could have been called the Body of an Angel That I’d Like to Ravish if you know what I’m saying. But I guess movie titles have to be a little more vague so you see them by accident or when your girlfriend says you should see it it sounds at least okay. I’d pretty much go to any movie with Cara on my left, Kate on my right, and my butter greasy groping hands simply ruining their designer gowns. Dare to dream, my friends. You never know. Enjoy.
Usually we see the sextastic celebrities hitting L.A. or N.Y. or Miami or the South of France en masse, but one weekend a year our finest looking thespianics make their way to Toronto for the International Film Festival of movies you probably mostly won’t see save for the ones where there is celebrity nudity showcased in one or two small scenes.
Rachel McAdams, Kate Beckinsale, Genesis Rodriguez, Chloe Moretz, Lacey Chabert and others later on flowed through the airport on their way to designer gown evening affairs and movie premieres. I don’t remember when Toronto suddenly started getting all the big names to their film festival, but it’s been a good while. At least since they started using Toronto as the fake backdrop for New York City because it was a tad bit less expensive than Big Apple film permits. Either way, if you’ve ever needed an excuse to head north of the border for a sight-seeing weekend, the Toronto International Film Festival is that time. Maple syrup and Kate Beckinsale, oh, the naughty possibilities are endless. Enjoy.
Well, maybe not technically a virgin, being that she’s an uber-sextastic MILF and all. Still, I like to imagine Kate Beckinsale whispers in my ear to be gentle as I lay her back down on my Ikea futon and promise to make her feel like a woman for the next three minutes.
Kate was donning the pure white last night at the Macbeth premiere in New York. I had thought this show actually premiered like 400 years ago, but apparently it’s fresh and who cares so long as my beloved Kate was in attendance. Oh, how I’d love to help her pick out what to wear before such classy events. Yes, Kate, that dress looks perfect too. Wait, why don’t you try on that thing you were wearing just before this? You were in just your panties? Perfect. Enjoy.
Oh, Kate Beckinsale, how you do move to white shorts and skirts so quickly after Memorial Day. We have until Labor day to appreciate the fine stems on this uber-sextastic mom, yet another summer of Kate Beckinsale strutting, typically in stretch pants, now in leg revealing wardrobe for the expanded summer months.
Every time I see Kate Beckinsale I’m reminded why I vote for her as the world’s hottest mom in the informal balloting I often do in my home alone on a Saturday evening while most people are out socializing. The voting is always close and comes down to the wire and if I close my eyes real tightly and turn on some Spandau Ballet, I can almost imagine Kate asking me if there’s anything she can do for me to help put her into the winners circle. See, I’m not lonely at all. Kate, I want those legs to walk all over me! Enjoy.
We haven’t see much of Kate Beckinsale lately. I think I was having withdrawals. At least the symptoms of the shakes, cold sweats, and about one-hundred fifty handwritten letters to Kate soaked through with bodily fluids that aren’t polite to mention in public, though often carried in jars by people riding the city bus.
Kate was out rather casually over the weekend, leaving a spa in Brentwood, just looking like one hot casual mom. We’ve seen Kate revealing more even just on her weekend jaunts about town, but with the way we’ve been missing her, it was just time for a little of the hottest brunette MILF this side of my nightly fantasies. Hopefully with Spring arriving we’ll see the sextastic mom back in her tanks and blessed yoga pants soon enough, if not less when she hits Mexico for her family vacations. She really is quite the alluring maternal figure. Enjoy.