Emma nails her next role
Emma Watson was tired. She was tired after another day of balancing life and thinking that she just wanted to be normal. Since late 2000, at age 10 when she was plucked out of her school in Oxford, life has been anything but normal.
For accepting the role that every girl in the United Kingdom wanted, Emma’s life changed in the blink of an eye. Since November 2000, her life has been as glamorous as any child actress anywhere has. Harry Potter and his fellow students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the four movies made in the four
years earned Warner Brothers a ton of money. For Emma, her life will be forever intertwined with that of Hermoine Granger, friend to Harry Potter and the smartest girl at Hogwarts.
Although aware of her standing in the public, Emma wanted to do other things, pursue other roles. This is where I come in.
I had met Emma Watson in 2001, when I was living near Manchester. I introduced myself and told her that I had written a few screenplays, but never had one produced. She was also intrigued about my disability and my travels. I told her, “Emma, in a few years, you will have traveled so much with your young friends, my travels will seem quaint.” She liked my humor and we exchanged emails and I took a few photos of her.
She had a beautiful rump and I had spent many a night and day thinking about how much I wanted her. I would get the occasional email from her, but she was so busy with the “Potter” movies and dealing with rumors about her love life and obsessive fans that she was too busy to email even those whom she knew.
Fast forward to summer of 2004. “The Prisoner of Azkaban” had just been released. I was back in Michigan permanently and had just seen an interview with “my Emma”, as I like to call her where she said she would like to play a “normal girl, an American teenager.”
I had just finished a screenplay based on “Lolita” about a young girl who falls in love with a middle aged man, but this time, there is a different ending. I emailed Emma and she emailed back and the script was sent from my attorney’s office to her agent in London. About 10 days later, I received a call from her agent saying that Emma had loved the script and the fact that I would be staring in it as well. He explained further that shooting on HP4 was beginning in 3 weeks in Romania and that if I wanted to meet with Emma I would have to schedule a meeting before hand or wait until fall of 2005, at the earliest.
I suggested a place in Bolton near some friends in Rochdale. That way, I reasoned, Fleet Street wouldn’t be taking pictures and plus the fact that I knew of what I really wanted. I would also save money by using my frequent flier miles and any chance to go to Europe is always taken.
I had phoned ahead after my arrival to make sure that Emma and I had as much privacy as we could have in a public place. Her mother had driven her to meet me and she practically knocked me over in giving me the biggest hug I had received in a long time. We kissed and our tongues darted in and out of our mouths as we were like two lost loves who had finally found each other.
“Emma, the last time I saw you, you were a little girl,” I said after I had returned to planet earth. “Now you are a beautiful, budding woman, just like your mom.” Her mom, also named Emma, had reached that age where all women are at their peak, said, “You Americans are certainly charming.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” she took her leave of us soon after and then Emma and I got down to some lunch and talking about her life and mine and sharing more kisses.
“You know how hard it is to have a normal life, Kent? Sometimes I just wish that I was just a normal girl from Oxford.” “But your not, Emma, and that’s the truth. Maybe in 10 years or 20 years you will have a normal life but not now. We all want ”normal” but life is anything but, sweetie.”
We talked about the script and knowing what her schedule was like for the next eight to 10 months, it would be at least 2006 before we would have a chance to make this movie. Her participation in the “Potter” series beyond the fourth movie was anything but certain and she was “both dreading and looking forward to it at the same time.”
After lunch was over, I invited her to the back of the pub where the owner, a friend of mine, had agreed to let me set up a makeshift room so that we could rehearse and have some alone time. Emma knew I was a lover of nymphs like her and several other young starlets. And during the course of our semi-private lunch the owner had turned up the heat in the dining room several times, so that by the time we got in the back room, Emma’s blouse was unbuttoned down past her bust line.
No sooner had the door closed than her lithe teenaged body had mounted my wheelchair and her tongue was down my throat. Her blouse was off in no time flat and I was soon fondling her wonderful B cups in my hand. “I have wanted this for three years,” I told her. “Really?” came the response. “Yes,” I said. “You know, I am not a virgin, like some of your other girls.”
I said nothing, but knew she had dated several boys publicly and some men discretely. I am not one to judge anyone’s behavior and know that she is a sought-after person. She then got up off me and went over to the cot and took off her skirt. (The owner of the restaurant was a few years older than me and his claim to fame was that he had sex with Emma Thompson while she was still married to Kenneth Branaugh)
After transferring from my chair to the cot, I proceeded to take in every square inch of Emma’s body. My dick was so hard I thought I was going to pass out after a while. As I lay on top of her kissing her, I reached down to her lovely snatch. Our 32-year age difference meant nothing, as we were just two human beings in the troughs of sexual pleasure and exploration.
“Oh, Kent,” she moaned “that’s why I like older men.” As I was rubbing her clit, she reached down for my cock. “Are we going to do this in the movie,” she said as I laid back for her hot and eager mouth. “Yes, my darling” And with that the next 30 minutes were silent, except for my moans and groans as she eagerly sucked my love pole.
She then pulled out and grabbed the base of my cock as I was about ready to cum. She then mounted me with her tight cunt and I released into her, spewing my hot semen into her as she moaned and I groaned. I knew that she wanted more and by doing this instead of having me use up all my energy, she would get it.
To be Continued….