Actually, I think the one she attended was for Warner, but I’m still imagining my belusted MILFtastic Kate Beckinsale in a little short minidress and her sweet cleavage coming to my home for the post-Grammys spread of leftover Pizza Hut and three Mickey’s Big Mouth bottles I left just for her. That is the dream.
Kate looked like a million and a half dollars as she made her way through Hollywood post-Grammy night, proving that you don’t need a single ounce of musical talent to win on Grammy night, either during or after the show. With the Oscars just around the corner, I am already drooling in anticipation of Kate trying on various outfits to perfectly suit her veteran hot body. I hope she goes with something backless and frontless as well. That would be ideal for our particular pursuits. Anything really from the House of Egotastic! fine ladies apparel will do. Plus pearls. Have to keep some modestly. Enjoy.
Oh, MILFtastic super hot mom Kate Beckinsale, when you get all decked out for parties during Awards season, how my heart does flutter and my loins do, well, also flutter.
Kate was out at a fancy shmancy dinner party for the cool and connected and she was looking might hot and discombobulating in some gown that I’m sure cost more than my rent for last year, but well worthwhile as it flattered her wicked veteran hot body that I’ve been fantasizing about it seems like forever now. The mere thought of unzipping Kate and helping her wiggle out of that frock at the end of a fake laughter cocktail party, it’s almost too much to imagine. Yet, here I am imagining it this very second, and it’s not enough. The irony of a Kate Beckinsale lust affair. Enjoy.
I’m not exactly sure why the good folks at California Style magazine chose to go so soft focus on the high-def hotness of MILFtastic Kate Beckinsale, but even overworked photography can not deny the plain truth of Kate’s deep deep sextastic.
You could look at Kate Beckinsale reverse ways through a peephole lens and still become aroused enough to unlock her door without using your hands. She is pure attraction (and perhaps one day my future wife for maybe one drunken weekend). Enjoy.
Ah, another day, another gala to which I’m not invited. And this one really hurts. No, not because of all the A-List celebrities that came out to support the L.A County Museum of Art Film thingamajig, but because of all the A-List celebrity hotness that was on display at the froufrou event that I missed out on personally scoping with my scope thing.
And there was some serious talent onboard at this event, including Kate Hudson, looking all kinds of showy, Kate Beckinsale, looking all kinds of MILFy, and Amy Adams looking all kinds of, well, Amy Adams, which is ever amazing. So, for one more evening, my tux stayed in the closet at the local tux rental shop. But my heart, my heart will go on. Enjoy.
Sometimes, I wonder what life would be like if I ever took a vacation. But then I imagine photos of myself in a swimsuit in Los Cabos and the entire world becoming simultaneously disinterested and a bit nauseous. Probably far better that supremely hot moms like Kate Beckinsale do the vacationing for the rest of us, especially in their bikinis out underneath the bright Mexican sun.
This is day two of Kate’s multi-bikini vacation South of the Border, and while we’ve seen her in smaller bikinis before, the bright white definitely helped us train our lenses on her fine MILFtastic form, so there’s that. Not to mention the complex, multi-variable dreamscape game I’m currently imagining as the cabana boy serving Kate by the pool. Let’s just say that within mere steps of exiting the water, Kate would be perfectly dried and lotioned and shiny and relaxed. Perfect service, if she doesn’t happen to notice the slightly distressing poking feeling in her backside. Oh, mama! Kate Beckinsale. Enjoy.
Oh, happy days when Kate Beckinsale, the now 40-year old uber-MIFtastic mama gets down to her two piece bikini in Cabo for her bodily tanning pleasure. Not to mention, our viewing pleasure from atop our palm tree lined photographic telescopic perch. Never quite entirely in focus, but I can fill in the resolution when it comes to anything and everything Kate Beckinsale. I believe I can draw Kate’s body right down to the birthmarks completely from memory with my eyes closed. I only say this because I do it nightly after the guards order ‘lights out’.
Seeing Kate in her little bikini just about has me over the edge here on the happiness chart, seeing her raise her rump into the air, well, over the edge. I should need a few minutes to compose myself now. Also, some warm soapy water. Oh, Kate, you are too ridiculously hot not to be in a bikini or less 24×7. Please come back to L.A. and forget your luggage. Daddy needs you. Enjoy.