Maggie O'Neill

I seriously rate this woman, for whom it seems the words "buxom" and "brassy" were invented. Beautiful, luscious eyes, inviting you into whatever bountiful treasures lie within, or indeed onto the rocks. Her turn in a host of TV roles, Eastenders and Shameless in particular, have the common denominator of conveying a hint of danger that have somehow seeped into my imagination. This has revealed itself to me in a rather lurid and disturbing DREAM I had the other day.....

This DREAM involved a visit to my local turf accountant, where apparently i'd run up a bit of a tab. In this DREAM, I saw a new and beautiful face behind the counter, atop a woman wearing a skin-tight black dress with only a full length, frontal metallic zip fettering the erstwhile concealed contents in check. She beckons me forward warmly with a hint of a smile..." I want a word with you young man. In my office.....NOW!"

Now in this DREAM I can see she's holding what looks like the deeds to my house in her hands, so I follow her in through the office door as she walks to the front of her desk....."I don't know what arrangement you had with the previous manager here, but I don't allow tabs. Sorry, but you're gonna' have to pay. You've run up quite a debt....an absolute whopper in fact! But I think we can find a way to make it disappear."...She said, turning with a smile to melt the polar ice-caps....gradually unzipping her dress to reveal a hint of the treasures within.

Turning away again she beckons me on...."Could you scratch my back, please". Unbelting my trousers, I slowly sidle up behind her, reaching around to fully unzip her dress, dropping it to the floor to reveal her beautiful, rubenesque, naked body. My arms envelop her gently as I lovingly cup her ample breasts, supporting her like a bra, savouring their fullness as I squeeze them together, eliciting a sudden intake of breath...then a soft moan from her luscious lips...my shaft now fully extended vertically in anticipation of glorious consummation, but just held in check for fear of ruining this perfect moment of knowing her. She playfully tosses her hair over her shoulder, leaning her head rightwards, inviting me further in to graze gently on her soft neck in tender intimacy. So I lean in for a nibble.

Now, oddly, I can feel her steel herself, almost reluctantly, against her rising desire to lose herself to me, simultaneously clamping her teeth hard on my right ear while clenching her muscular and ample buttocks around my now vertical column, effectively holding me in place in a vice-like grip with nowhere to go..." Did you really think it was going to be so easy? You owe me money, and now you're going to pay, you bastard!"...she said chuckling through gritted teeth.

Dimly aware of my predicament, I see her reach for a red button on the edge of her desk. Now, looking at a mirror behind the desk that (amazingly) I hadn't noticed before, I see a woman looking remarkably like Amanda Donohoe entering the office, sporting a pair of panties, a strap-on and a loose sky-blue replica footie shirt, framing a shapely and athletic body embellished with nipples standing to attention like a pair of chapel hat-pegs. Atop this DREAMSCAPE (and slightly menacing) vision in blue, I see her face with a short-cropped bob-cut, framing a harsh and austere beauty conveying the prospect of immanent mischief. As I survey the look of devilment in her eyes, I now see her proferring a red-hot branding iron in my direction. On closer inspection I can see it marks out the words "Blue Moon" on it, and a smirking male face. I can't quite recognise it, but it appears to be wearing a horned viking hat. Not wishing to be in receipt of either iron or strap-on "tokens of her esteem," I try to work myself loose of the bind I find myself in....If only I can get...soft...I might have a chance!

I try everything...picturing Tony Adams tying his shoelaces up, gurning at the camera....then the nuclear option...Tommy Smith doing the same (God bless him)!..still no dice. Everytime the Maggie character senses a slackening of my presence she wiggles her arse, kneading my l'un like a sausage roll, moans in my ear, and i'm back to square one. Trying to lighten the mood a little I quip to the Amanda character, " It's OK luv, I don't need a draft-excluder thanks." Not a titter! Just a chilling response. " You know your trouble....You've got a gob like a clown's pocket! Well i've got something for you....A fat red arse to go with that fat red nose!" Their chorus of maniacal cackling was soon joined by a contribution of my own as Amanda applied the iron with much alacrity....Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrggghhhhh, Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrggghhh!.

In a trice I was awake in my bedroom, screaming, sweat dripping from every pore. Then I could have sworn I heard a distant voice in the ether...."Gooners at 4/5-on for the Premiership...There's one born every minute!"

Posted by nuckly428Reply0 02026-02-05 21:21 (edited 2026-02-05 23:59)  🛈  ⚠