I am obsessed with Giada de Laurentiis, the Italian chef with the beautiful face and spectacular body whose TV cooking show featured her cleavage as much as her recipes. I watched every one of her TV cooking shows and those that I couldn't watch, I taped.I was entranced with her and I wanted to be with her just once, to see her naked body, her full, lush breasts and large nipples. Her trimmed pussy with long cunt lips that would open for my cock. To be inside her, moving faster and faster, with her breasts bouncing under my thrusts. To feel her vagina tighten on me as she came to orgasm. To feel the electricity as my cum spurted into her cunt.To lie on top of her, feeling her breasts against my chest, as we both came down from the intensity of the intercourse.
Yes, I had my obession, but I also had a plan.
Since I lived in Los Angeles, where I worked as a hospital orderly, and she lived in a beautiful hillside home overlooking the Pacific Ocean, she was accessible to me--to a point. Giada was a very public figure and much of the time she was surrounded by friends and co-workers. And when she was home, so was her husband Todd, and her house undoubtedly was fitted with the most modern security system. So getting to her directly was not an option. But I had a plan that I thought could work with minimal risk. That plan involved her husband. Todd was a fashion designer whose company was located in a downtown Los Angeles loft. Other than being Giada's husband, he wasn't really a public figure and because of that he took no visible, significant security measures concerning himself.
To verify what I thought was his accessibility, I began stalking him. Since I worked weekends at the hospital, I had two week days off, giving me time to check out his daytime patterns. As it turned out, Todd--like most of us--was pretty much a creature of habit. He came to work at about the same time each day, he followed the same route to work and home, and--best for me--he ate most of his lunches at restaurants near his building. That meant he walked to the restaurants, where he often met with others. His building was on a street that didn't have much foot traffic during the day--in Los Angeles we drive everywhere.
After a month of watching, I decided I was ready for action. At the hospital I had access to two drugs necessary for my plan. The first was a fast-acting sedative that, when injected, would make the recipient dizzy and then unconscious for a time. And a short time was all I needed.
I applied for my two week vacation and on that first Monday I drove my van to Todd's building and parked on the street just before noon. I slid open the side door and pretended to work with items on the back floor. I was in luck. In just a few minutes, Todd came out alone and walked toward me, on his way to a nearby restaurant. There was no one else on the street. With a syringe hidden in my right hand, I turned and pretended to stumble into him. He felt the sting of the needle sticking into his leg, but immediately, as I began to apologize for my falling into him, I saw his eyes begin to glass over. I helped him sit on the door of my van and then rolled him into the back of the van and slid the door shut.
An hour later, I was in my secluded house in the far western San Fernando Valley, where the still unconscious Todd (I didn't even know his last name) was strapped firmly into a chair. He was blindfolded and his arms were bare.
Before I was physically with Giada, I wanted to know all about her sexual likes and dislikes. I didn't want to rape her. I wanted to make love to her. I wanted her to feel so turned on by my lovemaking that she wouldn't feel afraid. I wanted her to join in the act. And for that, I needed information. And to get that, I was turning to my second drug--a "truth serum" that hopefully would make Todd tell me every single intimate detail about his wife and their love life..
When Todd started making noises like he was waking up, I injected him with the truth serum. I waited a few minutes, then began talking to him. "Todd, can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to ask you questions and I want you to answer fully and completely. OK?"
"All right"--the answer came clearly, but somewhat sleepily.
"The questions are about Giada. When you answer I want you to say her name and the main word of my question. For example, if I say 'Describe Giada's breasts' you will answer "Giada's breasts are...and then complete the answer." Do you understand?"
There was silence and I feared the drug wasn't working, but then he began to talk in a low voice.
"Giada isn't a large woman, she's only 5 feet 3 inches tall, but her breasts are larger than normal for a woman that size. They are full and firm and white. They are even a little larger now than before she gave birth to our daughter and breastfed her."
"Does Giada like to have her breasts fondled and if so, how do you do it?" I asked.
"She likes fondling a lot," he said. "On her cooking show she often wears tops that are scoop necked and when she bends over she shows a lot of cleavage. That turns a lot of men on. So when she cooks at home I'll come up behind her and do what every male viewer would like to do. I slide my hand inside her top and into her bra and cup her breast. I'll squeeze it and move my hand around and I hear her gasp and I can feel her nipple getting hard."
I stopped him with another question. " Let's talk about her nipples. How large is her areola, what color are her nipples, how fast can her nipples get hard and how long are they when they're erect?"
"Giada's areola are about silver dollar size and they have little bumps around them that swell when she gets excited. They are light brown and her nipples are pink. When she gets turned on they erect very quickly and swell to over half an inch," he said.
I continued, "Does she like having her nipples sucked and lightly bitten? Could she have an orgasm just with breast play?"
He thought a moment. "I think she likes having her breasts played with as much as she likes to fuck. And she once had an orgasm just from me playing with her tits and sucking her nipples"
