Bob Geldof's Daughter
I'd always secretly fancied Peaches Geldof since she first started appearing in the newspapers at 16. I'm not sure if it was the trying-desperately-hard-to-be-cool aura she gave off, or the fact that she looked as if she'd let you wank into her handbag without batting an eyelid.Yes, she wasn't the type of girl I'd typically go for, but there was definitely something about her that I found most alluring, and so, I had a big crush. With her being the daughter of one of the most famous men in the country, and the fact she'd started the make a name for herself as a 'celebrity', I knew my chances of anything happening (should we ever meet) were incredibly low. Fate, however, works in a funny way, and it was on a sweaty summers day that I finally got my chance to chat up Peaches Geldof.

It was a Friday and I was in Camden for a meeting with a client. It was nothing too fancy; I was in casual attire and we held the meeting over a pub lunch - all went well. It went so well in fact, that an agreement was met earlier that I had expected, and so I had a couple of hours to kill, rather than go back to the office until the end of the day. I went into the Arizona Bar for a pint, whilst I perused the newspapers and contemplated what to do next. Out the corner of my eye, I noticed a girl come into the bar and ask to use the toilets. I didn't pay too much attention to be honest; I was deep in thought. It was only when I heard the girl return that I did look up, and to my surprise it was Peaches Geldof, dressed all fashionably, with sunglasses on despite being inside, a leopard print dress and finished off with a moody pout.

'It's now or never', I thought, rather hastily to myself, and I called out her name.

"Peaches!", I shouted. She turned and looked at me as if I'd farted in her mouth.

"Erm, can I get a photo with you please?", I enquired, rather less boisterous than my first call.

Peaches smiled almost awkwardly, and then agreed to the photo and came over to my table. As we got chatting, I lied to her about my 'love for fashion', and talk turned to Peaches wish to bring out her own label. I explained that I may be able to help her, and offered her a drink, which she accepted without hesitation. As we continued to chat, I forgot that I was talking to quite a famous person; to me she was just another girl down the pub, although as the drink intake increased, she was beginning to look very attractive indeed, and my confidence levels soared tenfold.

"Peaches?", I said softly, and I began to trace my finger up her ankle, following the outline of a garish flower tattoo she had running all the way up her leg.

"Do you fancy getting a hotel room?" I continued, finger now at the top of her thigh. Peaches blushed. She tilted her head forward slightly, and then looked up at me. A smile formed across her delicate lips,

"Not yet, mister! Let's have a few more drinks first".

'What a tease', I thought, before agreeing. We made our way to another small pub, of which I don't remember the name, where Peaches was good mates with the owner. We started on shots of sambuca; I don't think I spent any money, much was the willingness of the bar staff to keep our drinks topped up. After an hour a so, Peaches took me by the hand and led me up some stairs at the back of the pub. I asked where we were going,

"It's ok. I stay here a lot - I basically have my own room", slurred Peaches. Her faux New York/London accent was turning me on something rotten. As we reached the top of the stairs, she pushed me into a room and we started kissing. It was drunken, sloppy kissing, but it was passionate. My hands began to wander, but every time I ventured south towards her cock-slot, my hands were pushed away. I had a raging erection, and I was willing Peaches to take it in one of her grubby little hands. But she wouldn't.

We carried on kissing and I think she sensed my sexual desperation. "I'm sorry, we can't shag", she said, every word punctuated with a kiss. "I have a fiancee"

"Well why the fuck am I here then?" I asked. I remember feeling both angry but incredibly aroused by the fact that she'd used the word 'shag'.

"We can watch each other?", Peaches mumbled. Well, that was enough for me, I was naked in no time, and I slipped her out of her dress. She lay onto a bed and began strumming away like George Formby on speed, whilst I stood over her, tugging myself silly, trying to aim my pulsating bell-end at her mouth in case I had a chance of receiving a sly suck. The site of a drunken Peaches Geldof, fwapping away blissfully, was mesmerising. My whole body tensed as an arc of gooey mess shot from my rigid rod and landed on Peaches' leg.

"THAT'S FOR 'DO THEY KNOW IT'S CHRISTMAS?' YOU FRIGID TWAT", I shouted as my first release trickled off her leg onto the bed. Peaches was in a daze, but carried on rubbing her flaps slowly. I felt the urge to go again,

"AND THAT'S FOR LIVE 8, YOU SHOWER OF SHIT", my jism landed a good foot short of hitting her again. I knew it was time to leave. I dressed hurriedly and fled, leaving Peaches half cut and half naked in the upstairs of a pub.
(Monkey the Chicken Twitter: death_stairs, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 8:01, 11 replies)

I believe every word of this.

(Seance Trumpet has got no beef with a man enjoying a croissant, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 9:13, closed)

holy
fucking shit! hahahahaa
(jonny_power boom chika wah wow, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 9:45, closed)

Even I find this hard to beleive
How the fuck could ANYONE fancy that shrek-impersonator Peaches Geldof ??? click
( SpankyHanky, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 9:47, closed)

Filth
Pure, beautiful, gloriously funny filth. Consider it clicked.
(LongJohnBaldry, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 10:41, closed)

There's an element...
...of truth in there somewhere mate. I think the bit about you being in casual attire...;-)
(SonoraAeroClub "OH SWEET HELEN OF BALLS!", Fri 9 Oct 2009, 10:49, closed)

This
Happened.
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 11:00, closed)

hahaha!
A quality tale. I like you, and this.
( chart cat has an itch, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 11:57, closed)

Agreed, quality!
*clicks*
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Fri 9 Oct 2009, 16:15, closed)

Itchy, itchy beard.

( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Sat 10 Oct 2009, 1:11, closed)

Brilliant!

( Black Moon Not cracked, I'm all up to be., Sat 10 Oct 2009, 4:26, closed)

I sincerely hope this is 100% true

(SSSSS, Tue 13 Oct 2009, 0:30, closed)