Furniture Fit For Kings and Queens!
I like to live in an online fantasy world, and whenever I'm at work, sometimes I get bored and go looking at multi million dollar homes on the Internet. Although I couldn't even afford the taxes on these homes, they are still a real pleasing orgasm to the eyes.
Houses with indoor pools, indoor balconies, decks made of marble, bedrooms the size of standard 1 family homes and instead of a parking spot, these homes come with lots.Fine lots, with golden colored brick gates, and initials embedded in the stone of some fine Italian brick building company; or the rich homeowner- I've yet to figure out which?
I drool at the lives of these people, andI wonder what they do for a living. Trust fund babies, oil investors, royalty, stock genuises, or maybe lawsuit case winners?
I imagine what it must be like to walk home and open a door that is literately two stories high. I imagine sleeping in their king tut beds, and swimming in their year round piss warm pools, and I imagine wiping my ass with those watering can things. Ahh... it must be the life.
Today I was exceptionally bored at work, and I went on my imaginary shopping spree for fine imported furniture's. Some from France, so from Italy, and some made from only the rarest of exotic rain forest trees (I'm so against that though, but in my imaginary rich world... I'm soo okay with it! Ugh, I make myself sick).
I always make sure I browse such sites when I'm at work, where my fellow employees can watch as I browse these exquisite furniture sites. like to imagine that perhaps they think I can afford such things... la la... oh course dah'ling, kiss, kiss. I'm a secretary.
At any rate I came across a few spectacular pieces I thought I would share with my fellow readers. Here is the first one below... I'm charmed!!!
See that bed. My, my, my. Had I a bed like that I'd never wake up. This one is the bed of all beds. A bed for a queen, for my royal secretary ass.
Sadly, for this secretary, this bed would cost me a whoppin $1,700. I could possibly afford it, true, but my room would literately bust at the walls if I dare squeeze this charmer into it.
In my fantasy world though, this bed is just too cheap. Good God, what a rag. I'd have my maid sleep in this ugly thing.
Oh, wow this is a nice bedroom set, it would simply look divine in my fantasy mansion. Still though, it's not quite the 'IT' bed for the level of richness I fantasize about. It would though make a killer set for my butler.
Well, well, well, this is mighty expensive for my secretary's wage, but if I were rich royalty, this bed would be suiting. However, I think I could do better...hmm...lemme dig a little deeper.
Va...va...va...room!!! Now that's what I'm talking about. A bed I could sink my rump into, a bed where all worried would be absorbed by the fine imported rare woods it is carved of. A bed where dreams would be of swimming in Scrooge's money vault, a bed that screams, 'look at me, so fluffy and warm, and expensive! Come lie down, and never wake up, sleeping beauty.'
Hell, I'd feel awkward just laying in this thing. I get goosebumps just looking at it.
Still though, in my rich fantasy world, Paris Hilton would call this a bed for a poor girl. So it's close; but no cigar... not in my fantasy world. This one gets an A- though. An E for effort.
If I had a kid, this would be his bed, or hers. Which ever. A bed for a royal pain in the spoiled keester. A bed for a prince, or princess. It's nice, kinda reminds me of a lion. Big, bright, and mean to the core.
I could get lost in this bed myself; telling bedtime stories to the walls that would listen.
Now that's what I'm talking about. Here it is, my bed. It's not as snazzy as the carved wood beds you see above, but seeing that it has some sort of health benefits, and it is the world's most expensive bed, I dub this my bed...in my fantasy world that is!
This one floats in the air, and is suspended in place using cables attached to the floor.
I imagine the cables would get in the way, and would likely cause a few trips... or worse, one snaps and cuts me in half; but still I would have this dangerous bed all for myself. Muah, all mine, mine, mine I tell you! Mine!
Oh and this...this would totally be my dining room set.
Check out my killer home entertainment set though. Tra..la...la...Ohh...Lah, la...
And then she wakes up. Sniff, sniff.
Back to my world of piss stained used mattresses, and hand me down blankeys, oh and can't forget them free roadside couch's. We're due for a new one soon.
Haha. It's fun to dream though.