I would wish for the following scenario:
A waxed Fiona Bruce, me, a bottle of baby oil, a load of ecstasy and a four poster bed.

And not a wink of sleep.
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Sun 10 Jul 2011, 18:07, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

Wouldn't being with Fiona be ecstasy enough?

( girlinthehole, Sun 10 Jul 2011, 18:08, Reply)

what?

(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Sun 10 Jul 2011, 18:09, Reply)

nearly but not quite.
Hence the baby oil.
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Sun 10 Jul 2011, 18:10, Reply)

Fiona Bruce lies on the 4 poster bed
completely hairless, but also skinless from the overly-enthusiastic waxing. Her body writhes in pain and it is only through the use of illegal drugs that she can continue on with life. In walks plumdozer, intend on a night of passion with his lady love. He carries a bottle of baby oil which, upon seeing her ruined form, he drops to the floor where it smashes. He tries to run to her, to comfort her in her hour of need, but slips on the oil, cracking his head on the four poster bed and slowly bleeds to death, never having touched the love of his life
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Sun 10 Jul 2011, 18:11, Reply)

that's good enough for me.

(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Sun 10 Jul 2011, 18:15, Reply)