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Azhar & Dreamboy join the mile-high club on their way to Cancun..
Posted:Dec 10, 2018 4:32 pm
Last Updated:Dec 11, 2018 3:55 pm
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The limo picked them up at Azhar's place at noon... Cancun here we come!!!

They were going to Cancun on an all-expenses paid trip for two that his belly dancer, Azhar had won from the Mexican radio station.

OMG, this is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy... but, yes, he was going to Mexico on a two-night trip to beautiful Cancun, Mexico via a radio station promotion for the 'Secrets Silversands' Riviera Cancun resorts & spas... The online video looked awsam (Azhar says awesome like this... it is his new fave word now)...

It turns out that 10 couples had won these packages by listening to the radio station. And, yes, some of you were worried that his middle-eastern belly dancer that he'd met a couple of weeks ago at Sanabel's restaurant was going to scam him... Shame on you... Have a little faith in humanity... Thanks for your concerns... It still could happen, but, so far, so good...

Oh man... the limo ride to the airport was really cool... Normally, Dreamboy is a 'Crown Royal' man ('Crown Royal on ice' by Jill Scott is one of his fave songs...). But, in the limo they were pushing Mexican beers so, they were imbibing 'Dos Equis'... ice cold...

He had packed a small bag for two nights and a three day trip... And, Azhar must have thought that they were going for a week, as she had two suitcases and a carry-on... More on that later...

They get to DFW in 30 minutes and get to stay in the AA admiral's club waiting for their departure date at 2:30 pm... The flight takes around 2 hours and they will be flying a decent sized plane... It seems like during the summer time, Cancun is a popular destination...

The radio station had asked them to wear these promotion t-shirts with the resort and radio station on them... they were nice enough... so, they put them on and tucked them into their shorts... He was casual traveler... Azhar had a black pair of form fitting pants, smooth to the touch and a deep blue shirt that high-lited her tits rather nicely... she put the t-shirt on over her other shirt... and looked gorgeous... Dreamboy could love her longtime... hmm...

When he says gorgeous, he means, this woman is his kind of woman, long black hair like you might see in an Arabian nights movie. A sexy pair of lips with just a hint of red lipstick... not too much make-up... and savory melons that present themselves to this lucky soul as if god had somehow said son, here you go... enjoy these beautiful gifts that I have endowed this belly dancer with... Well, that is how he looked at it... I am the one that is writing this moment... boom, that just happened!!! Just go for it Dreamboy!!! take it all in...

She is not a small, petite woman... she's only about 5' 4" carrying luv handles, but, understands that beauty is in the eye of Dreamboy, and that whatever conversation they've had, in her broken English, has been all that she needs... (your all I need - Radiohead)...

So they are on AA flight number XoXo... on their way to Cancun... they board, and are seated in the aisle with the two-seating arrangement on either side of five-seat middle section of the plane...

They take off on time... and, as soon as the seat belt sign goes off, Azhar who is sitting on the inside aisle seat (He is in the window seat) reaches over his seat, grabs his dick and said: 'go pee!!!'... Oh no... immediately, his dick gets hard (well, semi-hard) and she gets up and all he can do is follow her down the aisle to the back of the plane... He guesses he could go pee, but, why would she grab his dick and look at him with her brown eyes... Maybe, he's reading it wrong, after all, the other night when he had dinner at her apartment, she had made it clear that sex wasn't on the table, 'cause she was entertaining many friends, and he had to work the next morning and it was late... He's ok, with that... this woman is a wonderful lover... at least, the luv making in the hotel and in the movie theater last week were infuckingcredible!!! For, this inexperienced creature (He would like to be this creature of habit from the song 'Habits' by Maria Mena... He's working on it).... his life has turned upside down in a good way in the past three months with the most unexpected sexual experiences he's ever encountered... But, he's up for the challenge, He hopes that he can learn from these experiences.... some of you know that he's researching the Russian Banya for an encounter in the near future, but, his plans got changed by this opportunity with Azhar... awsam!!! He could love her... He enjoys her so, and she seems to enjoy him... she calls him 'Dream boy', because the first time he called her he told her he was the man that dreamed of her since the day he met her... it stuck...

On the long walk to the restrooms located at the tail end of the plane, they notice, that there are six restrooms... she looks around and selects one in the middle, and grabs his hand... 'you come'... OMG... He's trying to avoid looking directly at anyone, because he's kind of nervous about what is about to happen... Now, you have to believe me when I say... yes, he thought about it, but, they had not talked about joining the mile high club ever... she just said 'Dream boy... you got passport' and that's how the whole thing started...

They both fit in the restroom... It smelled nice... He thinks they were the first to use it since the plane got boarded... no, water residue anywhere and it seemed like it was somewhat safe & clean... He didn't do a bacteria check or anything... and, while he's looking at the smallness of this enclosure, Azhar has already taken off her pants and says in her loving way to him... 'protection'... as you know, this means give her the rubber so she can slap it on his dick... that is hard as a rock... his pants, including his tighty whities, have to be lifted over his aroused hard-on nice and easy going so as not to mess anything up... and she places the rubber on him and then bends over the commode and says 'go'... but, he had a different idea... yes, some of you think he just likes the woman to ride him or the woman to do this or whatever... He is unpredictable... He is a man, not an animal... so, he turns her around and she looks at him bewildered, because he's been easy prior to this... but, not today... today, he gently removed the promotional t-shirt and then removed her other blue shirt, and she begins to smile... she says... oh my... dreamboy... hmmm... and then he takes off her bra... He kisses her and her tongue shoots right into his mouth, and they embrace for a few moments and then he lifts her up and plants her against the wall and she straddles the sink and the toilet but, low enough so that he can fuck the living daylights out of her... He hopes she doesn't go blind from the pounding she gets from him... as he's doing her he's sucking on her breasts going from nipple to nipple... she begins to moan, and suddenly she has this incredible orgasm, and just screams like all get out... OMG, she's usually been reserved or waited for the motorcycle chase scene like in the theater, but, they ain't in no theater... and, then he hears a knock on the door... He's about to cum, but this knock is followed by a voice inquiring as to everything being all right in the bath room... He says yes, he is fine... and, his dick begins to lose its erection... Azhar... blushes.... she's never blushed... He let her down... as she is still trembling from her orgasm... she quickly wipes herself... and puts her clothes on...

He takes off the rubber and disposes of it and put his undies and shorts on... then, as we appear to be decent, he opens the door and lets her out...

As they leave the bathroom, a flight attendant is eyeing them with a little smirk on her face... she's kind of cute... and, he doesn't know what she is thinking, and he doesn't want to know... really, so they head back to their seats...

as they start walking back people start clapping and he can see that there are whispers going up the aisle as it appears that they have been caught-up in the middle of their participation and initiation into the mile high club...

They get to their seats, and find that someone has bought them drinks... and people are still clapping, some are saying way to go, and hitting him on the back as they walk by...

Dreamboy's ok with it...

as they get settled, the pilot let's people know that the restrooms are located in the front and back of the plane for their intended use only... that gets the crowd laughing again...

Azhar... fixes her lipstick and says: 'Cancun fun'...

I'll update everyone on their hotel stay next...

thanks for reading!!!
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'Dream boy... I cook?' that's what Azhar said... Cancun, still in the air...
Posted:Dec 9, 2018 8:52 am
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2018 3:52 pm
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It was Azhar calling him... A lot has happened during the past few days...

As some of you will remember, Dreamboy's belly dancer (well, she doesn't really belong to him, but he does sigh just thinking about her), had called him asking if he had a passport. Many of you showed your concern for him and this mysterious, voluptuous, middle-eastern beauty... 'He luvs her, He luvs her, He luvs her' (well, maybe he doesn't really love her just yet... but he has been making love to her... she is special)... plus, he thinks, that over time he could learn to love her... And, no, this has not been a one-time, thank you very much fuck... no, it has been more than that, and appears to be a little more still...

However, he has had to be cautious (thanks to you bloggers out there that are encouraging this young 'at heart' soul, just discovering the meaning of eroticism in the strangest places)... so, yes he is being cautious (stranger/danger).

After Azhar had called about him about his passport the other day telling him that she had won the all expenses paid with round-trip tix to Cancun, Mexico from the radio station, he decided to follow some of you all's advice... Yes, he may be a man, but he ain't entirely stupid, and, that man listens to people... not, like some of you that refuse to take breaths between sentences while you are talking, because you think that periods and commas are guidelines not really real... anyway, so, he called the radio station to verify that Azhar had actually won a trip for two... they gave him the information, 'cause he was listed as the companion traveler, so he had to give them his passport information for the airline tix...

So, he gave them his information and, it looks like Cancun is in his future... OMG... he could luv this woman...

Now, you have the background for this latest phone call... Azhar's English is not so good, so her sentences are not always complete and often times, he feels like Arnold Schwarzenegger in 'The Terminator' movies where the robot always tries to figure out the meaning of what has been said to him and you see probabilities of outcomes for an appropriate response flashing on the screen... So, he has to do that quite often... But, he doesn't mind because (He's not a superficial person at all), she has the most beautiful smile, lips that are so luscious and designed to provide him with ultra sensual sensations, the kind that make one lust after this foreign vixen... And, since he is a tit man, don't know if that has ever been mentioned... Azhar has big, beautiful 'REAL' tits, the kind that love to be kissed and sucked and made passionate love to... those kind of tits, the kind of tits that gravity affects... the kind that 'bounce, bounce, baby...like lyrics from a Connor Maynard song, 'when she is riding this virgin-like man... his fragile heart can barely take the loving pounding that Azhar gives him... yes, he thinks he could love her... "love her long time..."

Anyway... she had called to ask him if he would come by for dinner... She said she was cooking for a bunch of her friends and she would like him to meet them... Now, he's thinking a threeway; no, a foursway' no, a fiveway'... He nearly has a hard attack thinking of the incredible pleasure that my little belly dancer is fixin' to perform for/with him and then she says: 'no protection'. Now, this doesn't mean that she wants to make luv to him without using a condom, no, he knows her now... what it means is that no sex can be expected because this is a regular dinner with friends... Oh my... cold shower, semi-hard-on removed and he agrees to have dinner at her place and have a meet and greet... so, to speak...

At the dinner, they are served a wonderful meal of middle-eastern cuisine, that he'd never tasted and probably won't taste ever again, as it was soooooo fucking hot (I hope the site sensors don't bleep out some of these words and put an 'x' rating on this innocent blog... they never have... one can only hope...). Anyway, as some of you know, Dreamboy is an adventurous soul, but, he likes tasty food that doesn't burn going in or coming out... He never has, so, potentially, this could be a deal-breaker for him, but, because of Azhar's other incredible traits, maybe he can overlook this one... she is so hot... she is awsam (He loves how she says awesome, he says it her way now). He's teaching her to say 'u r', when he asks her 'who is your daddy', she always says 'yes, yes, yes dreamboy'... He's going to have to work on it...

This dinner kind of takes him back, because the people there are not wearing turbans or saris (He met Azhar at the Sanabel restaurant where she performed as a belly dancer wearing a modified sari, barely enough to cover her beautiful body, and since then, she has worn body fitting clothing that only Aphrodite would attempt to wear), they are dressed in normal western culture wear... Dreamboy is wearing a t-shit and blue jeans, his fave dress-up clothes and underneath... 'tighty whities'... and, the people are interesting, some of them are from Azhar's store, one was from Sanabel, and other's were from other lines of work... So, he was in "observation" mode (most of you can empathize with him, 'cause you are always analyzing, criticizing... you know that you do that... please don't deny it) this mode to him means, less is more... and, so he listens and nods his head and is led to meet people by Azhar who has handed him this colossal plate of food filled six inches high with some of the hottest spices known to man... well, he's constantly spotting a trash can or plant where he can dispose of an inch or two of food while drinking his 'Dos Equis' beer... Azhar's friends brought Mexican beer to celebrate the upcoming trip... and, this "get together" is fun and it lasts till the wee hours of the morning... and, people are still there... Dreamboy, unfortunately knows that he has work the next day and so he bid fair well to his lover Azhar and kissed her gently on the iips...

She says: 'see you Sunday dreamboy... pack speedos...'. Well, he said he would pack a bathing suit for thier trip to Cancun... but, he ain't wearing speedos... just sayin'...

The trip is on... will post the outcome later in the week...

please let me know your thoughts on this...

Dreamboy is still a little worried, but, he's going to go thru with it!!!

boom...
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Uh oh... Azhar asks Dreamboy about his passport... stranger / danger...
Posted:Dec 8, 2018 4:26 pm
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2018 12:39 pm
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Uh oh... Azhar asks Dreamboy about his passport... stranger... danger...

Earlier today, Dreamboy got a phone call from Azhar, his voluptuous belly dancer... It was a pleasure hearing her beautiful middle-eastern accent and the way she calls him her 'dream boy'... He liked that... He enjoys it so much when his lovers (is she his lover... he doesn't know... He knows that they have had the most incredible sex in the past few weeks...but, he can't say that they are lovers) give him pet names... What he doesn't like is when a lover calls him by a former boyfriend's name... that happened with his last lover whom he met on dating site... She did that three different times (three different names...), needless to say they are not together anymore... (and each time it was right after what he thought was incredible love-making... but, such is life). Dreamboy thinks he must be an idiot... and, it could be getting worse...

Well, this story is not about her... it is about Azhar, his beautiful, sensual, voluptuous goddess from the middle east... Some of you may remember her from a few posts made during the past two weeks, most recently, they went to see 'Mission Impossible' and you could of called it 'love on a real train' from Tangerine Dream and the 'Risky Business' movie (listening to the song as this blog is being written)... Well, afterall, Tom Cruise was in both movies... and his belly dancer could have been Rebecca De Mornay for all he cared... and then some...

Azhar says hello to him on the phone in her usual way: 'this my dream boy?' He says yes, Azhar, how are you? she says: fine, and do you have passport?

Did he hear her correctly? He asked: 'Did you lose your passport?'... She said: 'no... you have passport?'... He told her that that was an unusual questions, but, that he did have a passport...

Hmmm... this was fixin' to get weird... but, you know Dreamboy... the eternal optimist, he just waited on the other end of his cell phone to see what was going to be revealed next... she said 'hello, you there dream boy?'...He said yes... waiting for the other foot to drop like: 'I need $10,000 and if you could give me your passport it would help expedite this business transaction' or 'have I got a deal for you?' or 'I need to bring a friend in to the country and if I could just borrow your id, it would be great'... but, she didn't say that...

on my last blog, she had told me that she was now working two jobs, one doing the belly dancing at Sanabel and the other working for some retail store in the Garland area... so, she says that she was in the store working, and that they listen to a Mexican radio station where they were promoting a trip to Cancun, Mexico in Spanish... ok, this is weird because her English is sexy but, atrocious and she doesn't know Spanish to save her life... but, she says that the ladies explained to her that all you had to do was be the 95th caller and say the name of the radio station and a jingle that she was sick of (she could barely pronounce it), well, anyway, they (the ladies at work) told her that they each rotated who called when the promotion ran, and it was Azhar's turn... she got in at the pre-determined time and stated the jingle correctly and won two round-trip tix all expenses paid to Cancun, Mexico.

Her new word is 'awsam (awesome)' but, he likes how she says it... so, she told him the story and says 'mexico fun', 'passport need'... 'dream boy go?'...

now, you've got to admit, this is a crazy story... crazy enough to be true... plus, he hadn't been to mexico in 7 years... and, Cancun is 'b-e-a-u-t-I-f-u-l'...

But, he doesn't know... is this some kind of setup... what a way to go, if it is... Azhar is such a wonderful woman... she wants him, she completes him... but, will she could be the end of him...

please let me know your thoughts on this... Dreamboy was perplexed... in a state of trance...

thanks, in advance...

More to cum...

laters...
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Dreamboy was fixin' to mow the lawn... but, that was before Azhar called...
Posted:Dec 7, 2018 6:38 pm
Last Updated:Dec 8, 2018 5:25 pm
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Dreamboy was fixin' to mow the lawn... that was before Azhar called...

He can't even believe what happened today...

He started the day to do some yard work... it was hotter than hell... but, he wanted to get the jump on it... 'cause he was going to the Rangers game with his brother later on...

so, he's trimming hedges on the side of the house and then goes towards the front and he's making good time... so, so he doesn't take a break, and finishes the front and the other side... but, he's sweating like a pig, so he comes in to chill in the a/c... and that's when his cell phone rings...

He picks it up and a sexy middle eastern voice says: 'hello dream boy'... Azhar... it has been a week since he last saw her... and, she told Dreamboy that she was going to be busy because she was not only moving from her hotel to an apartment with a roommate, but, she also was working two different jobs, one as a the belly dancer at Sanabel and the other as a cashier in a middle eastern clothing store... So, he was mildly surprised to hear from her... He answered: 'yes, this is your dream boy (that's what she calls him, 'cause the first time he called her he told her that he'd been dreaming of her since he saw her belly dance and she slipped and fell on top of him... well, you'd have to be there...) how are you?' She tells him that she's been good but that she wants to see him and Tom Cruz movie... He told her that that was great, but, he couldn't see her tonight because he was going to the ballgame with his brother... she says what about movie? and he said ok, where does he pick her up... turns out she moved to an apartment in Garland, not too far from where he lived... He got an address and told her he'd pick her up in an hour, so that they could go see a matinee... she said good, He said you can't bring 'Fifi'... she said ok...

He picked her up and wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt... she's wearing a blue slip-on dress (OMG, does she know Dreamboy loves blue, He's not told her that...) maybe it is her fave color... who cares, this dress fits her like a glove... and oh my god, does he want to wear that glove... and she smells so good... good enough for this tender lover to want to just have her right then and there... but, that is not the plan, she wants to see 'Tom Cruz' movie... so that's where they are going, He kissed her and they got in the car... the theater he picked is a big one, and it is showing 'Mission Impossible' on 3 screens... but it is 2:00 pm so there are not that many people in the theater..They stop to get buttered popcorn and drinks and she's happy... her smile melts him... she talks up a storm, and he can't understand half of what she is sayin' because her Arabic accent is so strong, but, she doesn't really care if he's listening, Dreamboy is there for her, and she is going to see 'Tom Cruz' movie... as they enter the theater, there are many open seats... Normally, he likes to sit high up and since they are in a surround sound, extra stupendous whatever theater, he would like to sit in the middle, but she has other ideas... and she spots a place way in the back 30 stairs up and to the far right of the theater, where the opposite entry stairway is... and, where she decides to sit, is a secluded cut off balcony... He'd never noticed it before, because he doesn't go up that high, but, wtf he's ok... He'd been waiting to see this movie for a long time... she asks him to sit on the interior seat away from the aisle and she sits near the aisle, but, keep in mind there is a little wall between them and the stairs... hmmm...

so, they sit down and watch the previews and she's eating the popcorn... tells him 'phone off, be nice'... Dreamboy turns off his phone and she puts her phone in her purse... the lights go all the way down and she looks at him and says: 'shhhh'... He hadn't said a word, and she puts her hand over his hand, looks around the theater and grabs his hand and puts it up her slip-on dress... now, she is wearing a bra, because mother nature has graciously given her the most wonderful breasts that a woman can have, and she would a bra to hold those monumental wonders up..., but, Azhar was not wearing panties, and she stuck his hand up her dress and said: 'dream boy I want you...'... 'please with me...'

of course, never to be rude or anything, and, they are in a secluded part of the theater and it is dark, and there is a lot of action going on, and well, he is weak (like the author penning this story)... a gorgeous woman has asked him to with her pussy while they are watching the movie... she's still eating popcorn while he's working her clit.. she leans over to him and asks: 'you protection'... meaning does he have a rubber... boy scout readiness 101... always be prepared... yes, ma' he does have a rubber... she grabs his dick... now... they are in a public theater... and, are not teenagers... granted, they ain't in the folks home either, but, that doesn't make him feel any more comfortable about what is fixin' to unfold as she undoes his belt and unzips the pants... allthewhile putting another hand of popcorn in her mouth at the same time...

Dreamboy must be dreaming... can this be happening? He doesn't even know what to say... of course he is resisting this ever so quietly in his own mind (this is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy)... but, who is he to stop the desires of a heavenly creature... he is just a simple man... who may have found a humongous diamond in the rough... to be shaped into heavenly pleasure!!! that's all he can think... He, merely being an instrument of desire... like Aaron Neville would sing 'if you want something to with, go and find yourself a toy'... He is the toy... He is the toy... when his pants are undone, she says to ''no sucky today (meaning no foreplay from her luscious lips and tongue on his dick like the first time they were together... He doesn't put too much of a fight up... but, then she says: 'give rubber'... so, he reaches inside his pocket and hands her his Trojan friend... one of his oldest companions from long ago... a true warrior, a product that is made for a one-time use and then it's gone... oh god, thank you for making women and for providing us with the protection they both so desire in their hour of ... no, this is not D-day, well, it is "get it done" in a movie theater day... so, it is special and will go down in history with his chronicles as D-day at the theater... after she places the rubber on his dick, she surveys the theater and ever so gently moves over onto his seating area, inching her dress over her hips... she gives him a big long, wet kiss and proceeds to place his dick into her pussy nice and easy... she likes to drive and he's ok with that...once she has her juices flowing and a comfortable rhythm going, she grabs his hands and places them over her tits and says to him... 'you rub'... He does as he is told... and just squeezes her nipples and rubs those juicy melons of happiness and she begins to move side-to-side and up and down... but, then, she spots an usher with a flashlight walking up the aisle... she slowly moves off of me and sits in her chair and places the bag of popcorn over my dick and says: be still, don't move....

when the usher leaves, she again surveys the theater before sitting on top of him again, and begins to pleasure herself by moving up and down and side-to-side... luckily as her orgasm approaches, the motorcycle chase scene is going on and it is fast and furious and she puts his hand over her mouth as she begins to moan in ecstasy with the orgasm that she has... this is not your ordinary orgasm... oh no, this is her 'dream boy' orgasm... she is a fulfilled popcorn eating, diet coke drinking, pleasure found woman in a movie theater belly dancer... yes, she is happy... she asks him: 'good for you?'... He says yes, Azhar, yes, you make my dreams come true... then she says: 'dream boy make Azhar happy'...

we re-arrange our clothing... and watch the rest of the movie as if nothing has happened...

after the movie Dreamboy takes her home... they take a shower and then he goes off to the ball game...

what a day to remember...

please let me know your thoughts on this...

have a great day!!!
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Dreamboy had an hour to meet Azhar, his belly dancer..
Posted:Dec 5, 2018 4:08 pm
Last Updated:Dec 7, 2018 5:47 pm
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Dreamboy had an hour to meet Azhar, his belly dancer...

Oh no... what had he gotten himself into this time... maybe, he 'should' just mind his own business and go watch a baseball game or stare at paint drying... no, not Dreamboy... He had called Azhar, the belly dancer whom he met earlier in the week while eating at Sanabel with Mary Joe Lisa...

And, just a few minutes ago he hung up his cell phone after speaking to her on the phone and setting up a 'meet & greet' so to speak at the Intercontinental hotel, room 1015 where she was staying...

He had to think quick (with his other head)... what do you bring a hot belly dancer from the middle east who speaks broken English and has tits that won't stop... and, she can actually dance... not just your vanilla ice or Michael Jackson dancing... moon-walking my ass... this kind of dancing caused galaxy explosions to go off inside his head while he watched her dance the other day...

So, he had to meet her in an hour... quick shower, brush his teeth, pack a dozen Trojans (you can't be too careful these days... shoot, he didn't have a full body condom, but, he was just going to have to go with it...). Besides, she might be shy... she might not be into men, there are so many things she might not be... and, yet... somehow, this voluptuous vixen... the woman of his dreams (wet dreams though they might be)... He didn't care... All he knew is that he could luv her... well, he could luv her... maybe in time... still, she was smokin' hot... any woman that wears 'chanel #5'; loves the color blue; wants Dreamboy (this is a really big, high priority item on the list); has wonderful, lovely, beautiful, 'real' tits... not, those little tiny wannabe tits... We're talking 'who's your daddy tits'... who wants to 'shut up & drive' tits... those are the kinds of tits he's talking about... nothing superficial here... only the kind of stuff that would send any perverted mind like Dreamboy beyond hell... but,he can't help it... yes, he luvs tits, and he luvs Azhar's tits... on with the story please...

Ok... he went to a really cool flower shop on the way to the hotel... pulled in, and asked the flower lady to give him a blue rose (the kind that one of you posted a picture on your blog the other day...)... what are the odds that they would have one? zero in 20 billion... no, they didn't have a blue rose... but, they did have an Egyptian belly dancer vase and a red rose... they could spray this blue water on it that made it glisten... He paid the $50 and went on his way...

He was listening to Tina Dico singing 'Heaven & Hell'... on the 10 minute ride to the hotel... He hit the replay button 3 times... thank god this isn't a cassette or 8-track, 'cause those were pains in the butt... just sayin'...

He gave the keys to the valet and took the elevator to the 10th floor...

He didn't know what to expect... His heart was pounding his chest... 10 middle eastern terrorists could jump out of the door and kill him just for being stupid enough to be here... or the only other option that applies in his 'blog cyber world'... Azhar opens the door with a blue nightgown... no bra, no panties... she smells like a woman should smell like... she says' you my dream boy?'... 'we here for you!'

He go hard like the empire fucking state building! He almost dropped the 'one' single red rose in an Egyptian belly dancer vase... but, somehow I didn't, hard-on and all... walking like there's a corn cob stuck up my ass, because he only wears tighty whities (yes, you hear this right... and, he still have 9 years and 11 months to try something new...) and with tighty whities when you get an erection, it is like one of those time lapse pictures of a seed blooming into a flower, except that they don't have tighty whities wrapped around the seed, if they did, it would be painful...

anyway, he took it like a man... because he had to... she closed the door and opened that beautiful mouth with puckered lips and a hint of lipstick... and as he was watching those lips, he could only think that they just might feel incredible working their way around his dick... but, that was to come momentarily... right now, right this second, it was as if a tear was welling up in Azhar's eyes... she was so taken by the fact that her dream boy had taken the time to buy her a red rose... He didn't notice that she was holding her dog... a little tiny dog... that was named 'Fifi'... do you ever notice how sometimes people's pets tend to look like their owners... well, in a weird way, this dog had long black hair and it was a tiny dog with brown eyes, just like Azhar's... only the dog was cute and didn't have big, beautiful, succulent tits that wanted to be kissed and rubbed and sucked on and... on with the story... she set the dog down gently and then reached for the vase and then kissed me, nice and easy like he likes it... and her mouth opened up and her erotic tongue slid right into him wanting to play with his tongue and when his tongue jumped in the game, she began sucking on it... He may not know what luv is... but, he'll take this moment right now... in a few minutes, his life could end... but, not prematurely... just setting the stage for some of you, that want true love and eternal happiness... ok... think that, if you want... but, this story is about lust, and innocence tainted (well, maybe not so innocent, but still, you got to admit, this is fucking awesome...)... she takes her nightgown off after putting Fifi in a little 'Fifi' home... so, that it can be safe, from what is to come next... Dreamboy takes his clothes off in less than 2 seconds... and he is ready... but, first, he has to slip on some protection... I mean ali baba and the 40 thieves might have gone all natural and everything, but, maybe the water wasn't 100% pure, if you know what I mean... so... yes, the pussy that he is, he decided to play it safe... sorry, but you know how vulnerable and scared he can get of things that could happen... enough about that... He didn't want to lose the moment... so she is there butt, beautiful and naked like when she was jettisoned out of the womb of her mother... except at this moment she was so erotic to him... He was about to be in heaven... and she goes down on him... she says... you my dream boy... me luv you... ohhhh, hmmmm, hmmmm, and then she leads me to her bed and sets him down on his back... and, then, kisses him as she straddles him... secretly, he was hoping no one jumps out of the closet... but, he didn't care because she is something else... mommy!!! OMG, he's screaming for joy inside... thoughts of an eminent explosion are going off in his mind, and he thinks, no, don't cum too fast... think of cold showers, and then, he is saved, as 'Fifi' has somehow escaped from her little cage and is now jumping on the bed barking in rhythm to the motion of Azhar on top of him... it is so funny, he has to laugh out loud, because it reminds him of one of the Shrek movies kids watch and one of the characters says: 'Jump, Fifi, jump'... that's all he can think of... and she fucks him for 90 minutes until she comes, she explodes and screams some middle eastern pleasurable saying and, it scares the fuck out of Fifi who has been bouncing with her... and Fifi falls off the side of the bed... Dreamboy starts to laugh and Azhar pulls herself off of him and goes to console her pet dog...

what a fuck!!!

this was a fuck and a half... after all of this, Dreamboy didn't cum, but, he was so pleased... this woman was wonderful... OMG...

Azhar and Dreamboy take a shower... she is so attentive... they enjoy lathering each other and embracing in the shower... when they are finished, they get dressed and he takes her out to a late lunch...

after returning to the hotel, they say their goodbyes and she asks him if she will see her dream boy again... He says yes...

and, here ends this story, all nice and neat for those of you that like one post blogs!!!

please let me know your thoughts on this...

thanks, in advance... good night!!!
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Dreamboy takes the next step with Azhar... oh my...
Posted:Dec 4, 2018 5:55 pm
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2018 7:17 pm
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Dreamboy was busy Friday night, but he called Azhar Saturday morning...

this is a new blog... it stands by itself.

Some of you may recall this past Friday Dreamboy had taken Mary Joe Lisa to Sanabel for a middle eastern lunch... well, they ended up with a belly dancing display of incredible beauty and for Dreamboy a fortunate misstep by the belly dancer 'Azhar'.

she had slipped him her phone number (not the time & temperature one)... Since he had other plans for Friday night, while he thought about calling her, he couldn't break his prior engagement. He's funny like that... He's not an opportunist, like some, if something more interesting comes along... no, if he makes a date or a commitment, he sticks to it... so, he woke up Saturday morning, well rested and found the crumpled piece of paper on his nightstand... It read: "Azhar, intercontinental hotel room number & cell number..."

the note was written in cursive handwriting, kind of like Arabic with a twist to her numbers and the cross on the 7s... Dreamboy could swear he could still smell her perfume... and, the imprint of her lips on the paper quickly brought him to attention as he remembered that angel dancing for him... oh, she was dancing only for him... do you ever feel like you are the only one in a room when someone catches your eye? He did at the restaurant that day... time stood still... colors were brighter, smells more intense, hair flowing in motion with breasts that talked to Dreamboy... breasts that said, it is ok to look, it is ok to want to touch, it is ok to want to kiss & suck & nibble... because that is what her deep brown eyes were telling him... They could have been saying something different to someone else... He doesn't read braille, or speak monkey... Dreamboy only know two things in life... women and fast cars... and he wants the women that want him... He doesn't want the pretenders... He doesn't want the ones that everybody wants... He want the ones that can feel him, that can breathe in unison with him, that want to be as one in an intimate setting... with or without fireworks, because they can make their own spark... like the 'low spark of high heeled boys' ('Traffic'... now that was a song)... If you are going to live, then live... people that save it (whatever it is) may never experience the love that they sought to have...

Well, maybe he was overplaying her feelings for his... He's been known to do that a few times... He thought, oh my god, she loves me when maybe she just likes him like a brother... or maybe, she just needs a play toy (tell it like it is...). I don't know what it was he was thinking... could this be love or could this be lust? was it a combination?

He didn't care, Dreamboy was going for it... as the last digit hits the number pad of his cell phone... He has a 'thor' sticker on his phone... it makes him feel invincible (the grandkids would love it)... some people have pink covers or batman or banana or whatever... He just has a black cell phone with a little 'thor' sticker... that's how he rolls... some of you are saying get on with the story... He says taste every bite and you will remember the entire meal... take it easy... tension builds as the phone rings...

Azhar answers in a bewildered, Arabic, 'helloooo, who is?'... He says... it is your dream lover from Sanabel yesterday... the man who thinks you are too beautiful to be by yourself today? Did he just fuck this up? the pause on the other end of the line is driving him crazy... but, he waits it out... Azhar finally whispers 'is it you?'... He tells her, she knows he is the one, and when does she want him? Another pause... she says she has to dance tonight, but, she is open now for the next six hours... that is what he heard... she could have said, 'please don't call me or I call the police...'. but, he just said he'd see her in one hour.... she said room 1015... we'll be waiting?#!!!

did he hear her right? she said 'we'll be waiting...' now this got him to thinking... what the hell was he getting into? No, it has to be her English...

Oh... so sorry... have to go to bed now... will finish this later!!!

Please let me know your thoughts...

thanks, in advance...
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Dreamboy meets Azhar
Posted:Dec 3, 2018 6:43 pm
Last Updated:Dec 4, 2018 6:59 pm
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Dreamboy meets Azhar

Friday rolled around... but, this wasn't like any other Friday... no, and, to remind those of you who know who you are... lunch was always going to be Friday with Mary Joe Lisa, because that's what Dreamboy said on Wednesday...

He'd have to tell you all, he didn't know how many emails, blog posts and msgs he got with suggestions on where to go for lunch... and, many were asking if he was ready on Thursday, and where would it be... so, please... ladies... keep your panties on... those of you that wear them, those of you that don't, please take a Dramamine or eat a snickers bar or something...

anyway... today, came and went... except that Dreamboy had to get to the office early because he had meetings back to back to back to back... and, before you knew it... yes, it was 11:30 am...

He was sending an update on a project and from behind he heard this voice... It says ' ready to go to lunch... now...'. Who says stuff like that? You know, when you talk to people... you say hello, how are you, how's your day... is it ok if we fuck... well, no, not the last part... you would say is it too early or can we go to lunch?

Dreamboy had blocked out a couple of hours for lunch today, because he had an important meeting at 2:00 pm so, he let Mary Joe Lisa know that they would be somewhat constrained for their lunch plans... She rolled her eyes and flipped her hair (eyes, hair)... Do all women do that all of the time?... He hadn't noticed that with all of his fellow venutians, but, she definitely had some sort of special feature that made it something natural for her to do... whenever he spoke it seems that she does that, He worries that maybe her eyes will pop out of her head or maybe her head will fall off...

so, she asks him... where are we going for lunch? Dreamboy wondered if mcdonald's would be ok since he had to be back by 2, (eyes, hair)... yes... you got it... she said, you can do better than that, as they headed for the elevator... He drove to Sanabel, which is the Mediterranean restaurant four blocks from the office... He drove because it was 100 degrees outside... no, this is not Canada, this is God's Country, deep in the heart of Texas, where it gets hot in the summer... so, the A/C was cranked on and they made it to the restaurant in a couple of minutes...

and, guess what happened? They go inside and the buffet is available but, instead of being laid out in the middle of the restaurant as he recalled from the first time he was there 3 months ago, the food was situated on tables to the southern end of the restaurant... and, the lights were dim... He didn't recall it being this dark in there the last time... and, then he saw the placard... 'Welcome Azhar... belly dancer (flowers)'... Well, slap me and call me Susie... He had checked this place out and the belly dancing was only supposed to happen on Saturday nights, but, something special was going on... maybe, it was audition day... maybe, it was fate.... maybe he would experience a Kathy, Gayle menage a trois (could it be... Oh, Dreamboy is a sick puppy... a) He has less than 2 hours and 15 minutes for this to happen... b) He may never be with two other women again... c) well, he'll never be with two other women where he had the most incredible sex of his entire virgin life (compared to other members on this site... just sayin'...

I to re-iterate to some of my fav bloggers.... this is my 'blog'... this is my 'story'... this is not your story... so, please enjoy it... tyvm... Mary Joe Lisa heads for the buffet after they are seated... but, Azhar catches Dreamboy's eye... (He luvs women... sorry, but he really, really loves women that see him...) and, this lady was not a young tart... I would say she was in her late 30s early 40s... He was smitten by her jet black, long hair... she was clothed in a beautiful belly dancer outfit with soft shoes... not high heels... well, that would be stupid if she were wearing high heels, but, he was envisioning her in all kinds of positions with him... and, then, Mary Joe Lisa sits in a chair blocking his view... He stands up and goes to get his food... what color were her eyes? they were brown like his... she had fair skin, no noticeable tats... ear rings that were exaggerated, but understandable for what she was doing, and she had a belly button piercing... she was 170 lbs give or take about Dreamboy's height 5' 6" and the most beautiful smile that this 'madly in love' man had ever seen (yes, he'd seen hundreds of smiles... but, when you wear a blue dress for a man that loves the color 'blue'... it's all over... well, Dreamboy is an eternal optimist... (He normally gives women two strikes, 'cause like you and me, we all have our bad days)...

He loaded his plate with the 'least spicy' food he could find... they had chicken, lamb, potatoes, all sorts of vegetables, items he never knew grew on the planet... needless to say, Mary Joe Lisa was so happy, because she filled up 2 plates worth of food... and, she is teeny, tiny, skinny... that's all you can say... He told her that this was not a 'to go' restaurant, (eyes, hair)... and, that she had to finish all of her food...

now, the lights go down, and a spotlight shines on Azhar... the restaurant owner welcomes her to Addison and lets us know that we are in for a treat... (his heart starts beating fast, as he begin fantasizing about what his treat would be... and, it is not even Halloween yet)... she is auditioning for the belly dancer spot with the restaurant... she gets a warm welcome as middle eastern belly dancer music begins playing... it's kind of neat... and she starts moving her body... and, her body is obeying her... Dreamboy can't focus because this woman is not a small woman, she has nice, shapely tits that he believes are 100% real... her body is big enough to support the cantaloupes of desire in his eyes... He feels like she is looking at him the whole time... Mary Joe Lisa kicks him under the table... He wakes up out of a perfectly erotic dream with a semi- hard-on... excuse me very much... He looks at her and says what??? she says that Dreamboy needs to eat his food and concentrate on the conversation at hand... He hadn't heard a word she had been saying...

Picture your most erotic woman (well, for my female readers, you could substitute 'man' here if you wanted to), whatever eye candy you had ever dreamed of... clad in an outfit that exuded 'fuck me please' from a man who is not affected at all by superficial beauty (well, maybe a little, but, not that much)... well... yes... alot...

He tells Mary Joe Lisa to calm down... enjoy her meal and to chew and breathe between each shovel (fork) that she put into her mouth... well, this isn't really fair... after all, Mary Joe Lisa has impeccable table manners... if it is one thing that turns me off about a woman is someone who eats to subsist and just shovels in the food without stopping to taste... or, that they speak with a mouthful or just have food spewing out of the sides of their mouth... No, I don't have any pet peeves (well, maybe I do)...

Their table is situated at an odd angle to were Azhar is dancing and she is slowly maneuvering towards them... I don't know why, but, she is... but, all Dreamboy can see are her beautiful breasts bouncing and her stomach, maneuvering in a rather erotic motion from the author's sick point of view... please don't ask Dreamboy to stand up, because he's hard as a rock right now... and, she keeps coming closer... the way the light is shining off of her belly piercing kind of distracts him... and, then, as she's dancing she slips on a piece of food that someone had dropped on the floor and falls into Dreamboy's lap... as, she's falling, he reaches for her to see if he can spare her the pain of hitting the floor and, as she approaches, he catches a whiff of her perfume.... (fucking chanel #5... are you kidding me... Dreamboy's author's fave perfume) this is crazy... and he has to get out of his chair, hard-on and everything, but, he must save her... and then as I am going down to my knees, her breasts drive into this fragile heart... 'fuck me... I could die right now... and, say that he has lived to the fullest... 'cause what are the odds that this happens to him??? He always says if you dream it you can make it happen... now, he didn't go crazy... yes, he saved her from an embarrassing fall and fell deeply in love as deep as his wildest dreams would let him...

in broken English she thanked him and kissed him on the cheek and hugged him... (OMG... propose to her, don't let her go, kiss her like you want to...) yes, those were his thoughts, and then, he catches Mary Joe Lisa looking at him... like, what the hell are you doing??? and, it is like a cold shower, or ice water being dropped on you... or... well, you know the moment is gone... it was there, and then it was gone...

Azhar got up and continued to dance...

after a couple of additional songs, the owner announced that the show was over... and, since they had finished their meal, Dreamboy paid and went back to the office...

and, no, nothing else happened during lunch...

except, that when he got back to the office and was writing notes in his book, and reached in to get his pen... he had a piece of paper with hand-writing...

It read... 'Azhar, Intercontinental hotel with her room number & a cell phone number!!!'
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Azhar called up Dreamboy... circus in town... take me to do clowns... what did she say???
Posted:Dec 2, 2018 7:27 am
Last Updated:Dec 2, 2018 8:35 pm
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Azhar called up Dreamboy... circus in town... take me to do clowns... what did she say???

Her English isn't that good... she can communicate fairly well... but, sometimes, she takes a literal translation and tries to put a spin on the sayin' to be more american-like...

Dreamboy's melonlicious breasted, Egyptian belly dancer was at it again... Krrrristi had gotten her free tickets to the circus... with back-stage passes... what... he didn't know, was that now, they did things like back stage passes for a circus... he thought those were only for monster jam or concert events... little did he know what was in store for this latest adventure...
It seems that anytime you get Krrrristi and Azhar involved with Dreamboy... fireworks and more happen... but, at a circus... what could possibly happen there...
Hmm...

Dreamboy and Azhar arrived at the event... She looked delicious, as always... Her long jet black hair was flowing over one of her breasts that was hidden beneath a loose fitting cotton, button-down shirt... yes... this shirt was blue... but, it didn't match her lipstick... she preferred fire-engine red... and her eyes were so alluring to Dreamboy... he often wondered what exactly was his fav part of her... was it her lips, her tits, her smile, her eyes, her laughter... whatever... it was... he loved every inch of her... she was not a clingy one... she was her own woman... a million miles from home... trying to adopt a new home in God's country... short for Bid "D"... many of you can't wait to get here... you are trapped in blizzards and other wonderful wintry weather... Dreamboy gets that... and luckily for him... there are a few women that "see" him... that want to make passionate love to him... and, he's ok with a smaller subset of heavenly creatures to choose from... because, the way he looks at the world... 3.75 billion women make up a lot of opportunities for every man on the planet... so, he takes it nice and easy like a "Foghat" song... "Slow Ride"...

Foghat - "Slow Ride"
Slowride, take it easy [Repeat x3]
I'm in the mood
The rhythm is right
Move to the music
We can roll all night
Oooh Slowride
Oooh..."

This song was coming in over the speakers at American Airlines center... 3 hours before the "real" circus show was about to begin... Oh... he wondered about the back stage passes... To his amazement... they were given special ID tags that would allow them to go to the basement area of AA center... Here, they would be able to meet some of the cast... OMG... Dreamboy was getting nervous... he'd always wanted to meet the flying trapeze women... he had visions of FFMFF on the high wire with heavenly creatures that somehow, only saw him... well... maybe, him and Azhar... because she was part of the plan now... and, she had been in FMFs with Dreamboy and Krrrristi... but, I'm not revisiting those blogs... you all will have to go and read them for yourselves...
You are reading the latest and greatest adventures of Azhar and Dreamboy... and, the price of admission is well worth the time investment... hopefully... you will agree...

Dreamboy is beginning to get worked up as he sees pictures of the flying trapeze "Garibaldi" sisters... the pictures cause him to have to adjust his pants as a couple have him a little dizzy imagining activities for later on... but... how could that be... there will be hundreds of people here... and security... and... well... he talked himself out of his confused frenzy... but, in the back of his mind... hmmm...

Azhar is having visions of her own... as she stares at a picture of the "world's strongest man"... This guy has a seven pack... one more than needed... Dreamboy takes notice... They wait in line because others are ahead of them... Meanwhile, Krrrristi and her boyfriend Chet, the sheriff have joined them...
Dreamboy gets nervous because there is no telling what Krrrristi and Azhar have up their sleeves or panties (wait... Azhar rarely wears panties)... but, Krrrristi doesn't go commando too often... why did Dreamboy think about this... I'll tell you why... Dreamboy... is a weak, flawed man... not like the author of this blog... and, so he knows that he doesn't stand a chance against these two heavenly creatures that have had their way with him... oh... don't get me wrong... Dreamboy is the luckiest man alive... and, he knows it...

The entourage makes it thru the doors and they see that there are many interesting performers for them to meet... each anxiously waiting to devour the spectators with autographs and well wishes and... sweet good-byes... the "world's Strongest Man" actually picked up Azhar as if she were the "World's smallest woman", which she was not... and, placed her on his shoulder for me to snap a pic... Azhar was laughing... she was so happy and kinda turned on by this massive Adonis of a man... and, if that wasn't enough, he picked up Krrrristi and placed her on his other shoulder... Dreamboy... looked at Chet and they both gulped in amazement...

Did Dreamboy see his flying trapeze "Garibaldi" sisters... yes... he did... and, they were as delicious as "Cling" or "Freestone" peaches were to Texas boys in the valley... just sayin'... Dreamboy was literally and figuratively drooling over these beauties that seemed to lighten up at his presence... sometimes... Dreamboy felt that when he was with Azhar... other women wanted a piece of him... thinking that he had to be special if he was with her... that's kinda stupid... but, I put that in there... Dreamboy was made for Azhar... and, she for him... it didn't make them anymore desirable to others... but, it did remind him of this song...

NIIA - "MADE FOR YOU"
Today is my beginning
My eyes finally see
A future with someone
Where I fit perfectly

And for so long I've waited
Heard your lonely call
Heard it across the ocean
Through a hundred-million walls

And I was made for you
Of you, you..."

Dreamboy and Chet had pictures taken with the sisters... One of them pinched Dreamboy's butt and another whispered in his ear... "we make magic after show..." OMG... stranger / danger... but, in a good kind of way...

The lion tamer snapped his whip and let Chet and Dreamboy know that the Garibaldi sisters were taken... all the while flashing his million dollar circus smile at them...

They were led to a modest buffet with beer and wine... and, the circus performers streamed thru the room... Azhar and Krrrristi were enjoying themselves eating and drinking while the circus clowns circled around them like bees to flowers...

Dreamboy and Chet were engaged in pleasant conversation with the human cannon ball woman... she was showing them all of her bruises... well... not all of them... because some were hidden... Dreamboy and Chet were having a great time... and, before you knew it... the "meet and greet" was coming to an end... as the show was fixin' to start in another hour... and, the spectators had to leave and head upstairs to the main event...

This story will take a break... as our adventurers prepare themselves for the greatest show on earth...
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Dreamboy screamed like a little baby as he was shot out of the cannon... Azhar & Krrrristi watched
Posted:Dec 1, 2018 2:57 pm
Last Updated:Dec 2, 2018 7:23 am
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Dreamboy screamed like a little baby as he was shot out of the cannon...
Azhar and Krrrristi were video taping as he flew past them up in the air...

the fake streamers (representing flames) gave the illusion of a massive explosion...
Dreamboy didn't care... he was truly scared... still screaming... and yet... somehow... this song flashed in his mind... as he took another breath to scream some more...
"...C'mon, tell me that you've still got the flame for me
And tell me that you still want to stay, don't leave
Even though I've never given up in my heart
Even though a part, a part of me don't work
Baby, tell me that you've still got the flame for me
And we can let it burn
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I payed the price for the wrongs I've done
It's all you can do when you love someone..." -- Tinashe - "Flame"
How did this happen...
Well... they were at the circus... if you will recall, Azhar got free tickets via Krrrristi's mom and they had "backstage" passes for a meet and greet of the performers earlier that night...
then, after the opening circus parade, the emcee asked for a volunteer to be shot out of the cannon... unbeknownst to Dreamboy... he had been setup by Krrrristi and Azhar earlier that night... the world's smallest woman (she wasn't that small... and Dreamboy kinda took a liking to her...) had incorrectly guessed his weight so that he would step onto the scales and they could calibrate the cannon... no... they never get volunteers... but, this act was special... because it was a Dreamboy fantasy... and, they were tightly connected to every element of this blog series... plus... Stacey (name from the Ting Tings song... "That's not my name")... the world's smallest woman... had other ideas for Dreamboy later that night...
and... here is where we are... all caught up... whew... yes... I was breathing this whole time... but, I have to say that I know women that can speak for 10 minutes without taking a breath... that's really scary...
After, what seemed to be an eternity... Dreamboy finally landed in the netting a few yards away... oh... he was relieved... he checked every part of his body... his balls and dick multiple times... just to make sure everything was ok... the trapeze artists... "the Garibaldi" sisters climbed up to the netting and lifted him up and whispered into his ear... "you will be our bitch tonight bitch..." while the crowd was cheering and clapping... Dreamboy thought he must have a concussion... or, did the scantilly clad sisters really want to have a piece of him... and, then some... OMG... he got hard just thinking about it...
he was taken back to his front-row seats so that he could enjoy the rest of the show with Azhar...
Champagne was brought to the entourage (Azhar, Dreamboy, Krrrristi and Chet), courtesy of the "Garibaldi" sisters... Dreamboy began to relax as Azhar was rubbing her beautiful melonlicious breasts up and down his right arm... he could tell she was horny... and, though she had flirted with the world's strongest man... she still only had eyes for him..
And... as if... out of thin air... yes... this really happened... The Flamingos appeared around Azhar singing this song...
"My love must be a kind of blind love;
I can't see anyone but you.
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop

Are the stars out tonight
(Sha bop sha bop)
I don't know if it's cloudy or bright
(Sha bop sha bop)
I only have eyes for you dear
(Sha bop sha bop)
(Sha bop sha bop)

The moon may be high
(Sha bop sha bop)
But I can't see a thing in the sky
(Sha bop sha bop)
I only have eyes for you..." -- The Flamingos - "I only have eyes for you"
What are the odds of that happening... I can assure you that when you are in one of Dreamboy and Azhar's stories... "the odds are forever in your favor" for anything to happen...
The lights dimmed as the circus prepared for the next event... "The Garibaldi" sisters with their high trapeze act was cuming...
Brandon Boyd - "Incubus" sang this song to them from the high trapeze...
"A boy upon a tireless trail, with the wind at his back
He's becoming one--coming one
He's becoming one.
The birds, the bees, the wild trapeze,
Symbiotic heart-attack.
He's becoming one--coming one
He's becoming one.
Stand still,
Like a humming bird in flight.
Stand still,
Like a humming bird in flight.
Stand still,
Like a humming bird in flight.
Stand still,
Like a humming bird in flight..." -- Brandon Boyd - "The Wild Trapeze" (solo album)...
And... I must leave you with this installment... small teases... I know... I hope the next one will quench some of the desires for you... well... those that are not insatiable... those that can be pleased because they too... like to please...
any thoughts... my little pretties...
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"Meet me in this space... away from your fears... There's something about us... within..."
Posted:Nov 28, 2018 6:47 pm
Last Updated:Nov 29, 2018 8:44 pm
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"Meet me in this space... away from your fears... There's something about us... within..."

Sofia Karlberg... I write these words as a plea to you or anyone else out there reading me... if you luv me... please put these two songs together... blend them to signify the bond between our saliva... a meaning that I can't explain... but... I seek to find...

please help me find the way... I lost... forgetting even my name...

I've been searching for you... for sometime... please tell me you are the one...

when next I hear you voicing the combined lyrics of these two songs... then... and, only then... will I know that you are the one... that there is something about us...
not just my imagination...

not my illusion...

you are not my infatuation...

we can be for each other... together and be...

there's room for both of us in my world...

please give me the key that unlocks that fruit that is you... that drips into every opening of my heart... of my mind... touch those finger tips with your lips... the tongue to follow... nice and easy... I want to get lost in you... like a Lior reference... only stronger... deeper... real...

it might not be the right time... I might not be the right one... but... I want to get that something between us... let our paths give this love a chance...

I want to share all of my secrets with you...

I you more than anything in my life... in my life...

I'll love you more than anyone in my life...

Surely, you can do this plea justice... does your heart feel...

Could you play me like a piano in the dark...
...

"There are so many things that I don't understand
There's a world within in me that I cannot explain
Many rooms to explore but the doors look the same
I am lost I can't even remember my name
I've been for sometime, looking for someone
I to know now, please tell me who I
I've been for sometime, looking for someone
I to know now, please tell me who I
There are so many things that I don't understand
There's a world within me that I cannot explain
Many rooms to explore but the doors look the same
(Where are the locks to the key)
I am lost I can't even remember my name
(And I wondered why)
I've been for sometime, looking for someone
I ..." - Daft Punk - "Within"

"It might not be the right time
I might not be the right one
But there's something about us I want to say
Cause there's something between us anyway

I might not be the right one
It might not be the right time
But there's something about us I've got to do
Some kind of secret I will share with you

I you more than anything in my life
I want you more than anything in my life
I'll miss you more than anyone in my life
I love you more than anyone in my life... - Daft Punk "Something about us"

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"It might not be the right time
I might not be the right one...
I've been for sometime, looking for someone..."
are you that someone...

do you feel something within...
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"Broken down and hungry for ur love With no way to feed it Where are u? You know how much I need it"
Posted:Nov 25, 2018 10:26 am
Last Updated:Nov 28, 2018 6:25 pm
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"Broken down and hungry for your love
With no way to feed it
Where are you tonight?
You know how much I need it...." - it's not too late

I read a blog post the other day about special or unique skills that people have...
so, I thought... interesting... what can I do...
and, I was reminded of some of the responses to my posts, where they brought tears, or laughter, or a happy moment, or a deep sigh, or some other emotion, that my readers would otherwise, never have had... if, not for that post...
yes, I can write something that touches someone...
and, then... it happened... I sometimes get the gift of giving returned to me... every now and then, someone responds to my blog posts with song lyrics, like I tend to do... music is my life (well, that and melonlicious breasted women with personalities, that see me...)... so, I will read the song lyrics... then, I will search out the song... and listen to it... and, sometimes, I may have to listen to three to five versions and/or covers to make sure that I have the right sound to go along with those penned thoughts...
much like the satisfying JOurneY I take to find that right version of a song that thoroughly moves me... it does take me time to find that "perfect" rendition of a song that can blow both heads... the saying that a mind is a terrible thing to waste is so true... and, I take it to the next level with song lyrics... first, they hit your brain cuming thru that complex filtering system analyzing left and right side of the heads and passions colliding with a memorex recorded playback for the future....
pause to breathe... second, the song lyrics hit your mind from the melodies of the music... and, can cum together in such exhilaration as to make you ponder what has happened...
if that's not enough... the next thing that can happen to me... is finding a hidden gem... something that's been there for years, like a Nick Drake song "One of these things first" (Garden State soundtrack) I discovered 40 years after it's birth... and, so beautiful and meaningful, years and currents that have travelled under that bridge later...
and, so, while I was researching different versions of songs that have been shared with me, I found this one... I listened to it, and was not immediately drawn into and easy_going zone for sharing... but, as i dove into the wetness of the passion of the lyrics... I slowly, but surely, became trapped within the thighs of her SOS... reaching out to me... tugging at this fragile heart... "give this one a chance" it said... if you build it, she will cum... well, maybe, that's a stretch... sometimes, with my women and food, I have to acquire a taste for it...
"it may not be there (love) at the start... but, all of the ingredients are there to fill your heart...
seek to understand, before you can be understood...
"lonely is the room, the bed is made
the open window, lets the rain in..." -- yes... so many of these penned thoughts tug at my beliefs...
it came to me... it poured like nectar to a butterfly... a beauty I can share with you forever... like "I know" from "City of Angels" or "Twice" from "Little Dragon" or "Human" from "Civil Twilight"... etc, etc, etc...
but, you read, then listen... tell me what you think...

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"Looking out the door
I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations
As their shoes fill up with water
Maybe I'm too young
To keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so
You'll never know
Broken down and hungry for your love
With no way to feed it
Where are you tonight?
Child, you know how much I need it.
Too young to hold on
And too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away,
When he feels like he should be having his fun
Much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really,
He has no one
So I'll wait for you and I'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return,
Or, will I ever learn?
Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late.
Lonely is the room the bed is made
The open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only man
Who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep
That won't ever come
It's never over,
My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles
When I slept so soft against her
It's never over,
All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over,
She is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
But maybe I'm just too young,
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh lover, you should've come over, yeah yeah yes
I feel too young to hold on
I'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind
To see the damage I've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love I've waited for you
Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late..." - Jeff Buckley - "Lover, you should've come over"
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Lover, come over...
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"You make it look like it's magic 'Cause I see nobody but you you're my favorite kind of night"
Posted:Nov 24, 2018 8:44 am
Last Updated:Nov 24, 2018 6:26 pm
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"You make it look like it's magic
'Cause I see nobody but you
you're my favorite kind of night" - Let's share that magic...

Everything we do is a first for us...

everything you want has been running thru your mind for the past few months...

how do I know what you're thinking... if you are asking yourself that question... you already know the answer...

how can this be...

we've never met "face to face"... and, yet you're always wet reading my posts...

the possibility...

yes... it is possible...

you've earned it... you just need to act on it...

but... there are reasons you haven't... you know them all too well...

think about it...

go for it...

don't hold back...

better to have lost at love than to never have tasted me at all...

you've done me dozens of times in your mind...

go the distance... like a "field of dreams" waiting to cum true...

hmm...

"You make it look like it's magic
'Cause I see nobody, nobody but you, you, you
I'm never confused
Hey, hey
I'm so used to being used
So I love when you call unexpected
'Cause I hate when the moment's expected
So I'ma care for you, you, you
I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah
'Cause girl you're perfect
You're always worth it
And you deserve it
The way you work it
'Cause girl you earned it, yeah
Girl you earned it, yeah
You know our love would be tragic (oh yeah)
So you don't pay it, don't pay it no mind
We live with no lies
Hey, hey
And you're my favorite kind of night
So I love when you call unexpected
'Cause I hate when the moment's expected
So I'ma care for you, you, you
I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah
'Cause girl…" - The Weeknd - "Earned It"
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Let's not be lonely anymore...

only us... mending broken hearts... needing to be satisfied... have we earned it...
"you're my favorite kind of night"

has anyone...

let's find out...
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Cool chick You ate my soul I'm the ocean you're an oil slick You can't lose I can't refuse"
Posted:Nov 23, 2018 7:34 am
Last Updated:Nov 24, 2018 1:39 am
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"Cool chick
You ate my soul just like a death eater
the ocean you're an oil slick
You can't lose
You make me offers that I can't refuse..." - yes please...

Muse... you're back fulfilling my "madness"
catch me under false pretenses never let me go
like a heavenly creature on fire
release my "undisclosed desires"
floozy... you got me trapped...
you make me woozy...
too many sultry offers
that I can't refuse
I was wrong... I can barely handle the truth...
please no more marketing... no more lies
they're all pretty... like those melonlicious breasts
my urges being satisfied I must confess
don't tell me what I wanna hear
you know what I really, really want
set my soul to a different gear
oh... take me away from here
glaciers melting in the dead of night
words ripping me apart bite by bite

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"Propaganda

Floozy
You got me trapped in your dark fantasy world
Don't you know you make me woozy?
You have me wrapped around your little finger
Baby, don't you know
You can't lose
You make me offers that I can't refuse
You keep telling pretty lies
You're tired with the truth
Only you're killing me with your
Propaganda

Cool chick
You ate my soul just like a death eater
the ocean you're an oil slick now
But choking on your thought pollution
Baby, don't you know
You can't lose
You make me offers that I can't refuse
You…" - Muse - "Propaganda"
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perhaps, if you are my muse...
I to be explored, examined, released, freed...
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