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I said: 'No' to Azhar... I'm not going to Chucky Cheese and have sex with you in a foto booth... are
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I said: 'No' to Azhar... I'm not going to Chucky Cheese and have sex with you in a foto booth... are I said: 'No' to Azhar... I'm not going to Chucky Cheese and have sex with you in a foto booth... are you crazy??? She says to me: 'Dreamboy... jez keyding... OMG... it is hard enough for me to ever say 'No' to my Victoria Secret-like, 'sliding top 30 almost' belly dancer... if you had been with such a voluptuous woman like I have had the luck to be with, you would know what I mean... but, I mean, that was a crazy suggestion... now, I'm not saying that we haven't done some crazy passionate luv making in the past couple of months... No, on the contrary, I should be blind already, 'cause she has been luving me like you do (Elastic Heart)' and, OMG, she has metamorphosed this innocent 'monarch-like' butterfly to such a pleased man... with her melonlicious breasts... I luv her breasts... I luv her breasts... oooh... so, I had to listen to her next proposal... I said, please don't tell me you won some more tix from that radio station... she said no... Krrrristi gave her some tix to the Rangers game... and, I was like, are you kidding me??? and, she says: 'Dreamboy... puhleeeeese... I no you... we go see ball?!#"""... then I asked her... if she was just talking plain 'baseball... like the texas Rangers? and, she says is there other kind? I can't win talking with her... her accent is attractive to me, but, I only get her right about 30% of the time... and, she must tolerate my 7 inches of tolerable luv making orgasms to put up with me... I'm not god's gift to women kind, but, I do try real hard to make it worth someone's while if they are so inclined... and, lately she of 'long black hair, and beautiful puffy lips that are the same texture up top and down low... I know this how? because I have been there... she has taken me there... she has said that I am her dreamboy... I make her shiver... well, she doesn't even know what shiver is... but, she has let me know, that she is there... and, I must admit, that although we have been caught in some compromising positions at various places, she has brought this tender soul to the orgasms of orgasms that I've never felt before... and, when, she takes me in... she can feel my essence exploding up inside her... and she tries to extract every bit of me into her... and, then, she likes to watch me slowly drip out of her... she flinches while she bites her lip and sighs... oh if this is what we're living for... let's keep on living... 'why don't you be you and I'll be me' Sofia Karlberg has been singing to me everytime I am with Azhar... I swear to god, I looked to my left when Azhar was on top of me the other day and yelled for her to stop... but, of course Sofia wasn't there... I was caught up in my own world while this buxom beauty had me under her spell as if she were a black magic woman... and, what was I to do... I submitted myself to her... but, she was not going to hand-cuff me to a bed post... I mean, I'm all for trying new stuff, but, I am not going to get hand-cuffed... Oh sure, I'll try and let two or three women play with me... yes, I can jump out of my comfort zone for that... if I must... sometimes, I fight in total silence... and, let myself be these women's boy toy... Even though I feel objectified I still do it... I know that I will respect myself in the morning... at least, I keep telling myself that... I picked her up at 6:00 pm and it takes about 45 minutes to get to the ballpark... we are both wearing ranger red... because they are playing the Houston Astros for a 4 game series and the Astros were leading the Rangers by a game and 1/2. But, my question when I go out with Azhar is are we going to an event, or am I going to be part of her event... either way I win... yes, I said it... she can have her way with me... or we can just enjoy life... wouldn't most of you agree that you would want to get off of your merry-go-round for a few hours and have some down-to-earth pleasure with a like-minded individual who doesn't ask but, only pleases... if you want to laugh, you can go to the circus and find a clown... yeah, Azhar and I laugh, but we also luv, and feel and touch and kiss and kiss and kiss ... we are alive with fire, desire, passion and sometimes cherry pez candy... hmmm edible cherry pez candy panties... at least, one time Azhar wore those... usually, she is free to the wind... only I am the wind... and my tongue is wet and soothing to her need... what she wants, she can get from someone else, what she needs she gets from me... on the way to the ballpark, we listen to some 'Coldplay'... yes, she asks me to 'spark' her... 'did I drive you away, I know what you'll say...' sometimes, when I put a cd in, she just goes into a trance... and, I think it's because of here Mediterranean background and the music that she's grown up with... I tell her that I will make a real woman out of her... that when her time is right, she will have experienced the song choices and luv experiences reserved for princesses, that can only be given by her dreamboy (maybe I should correct her and say dream man... but, I don't, because she is awzam!!!)... She likes me to explain the song meanings... but, what's weird is sometimes while we are making passionate luv, she will say, what means this? and, it is in reference to a song we're listening to... 'I'd like to be everything you want... if I was your boyfriend, never let you go...' but, it is always her wanting to know what makes me tick... no hidden agenda... I think I have died and gone to heaven... a woman like this cannot exist... I'm dreaming or dead... I slap myself and continue to write... we make it to the ballpark and she shows me the tix... these are suite tix... how does this happen? she must have some crazy luck or... uh oh... Krrrristi gave her the tix... and she never mentioned if Krrrristi was going to be there... I'm scared and aroused at the same time... So, the suite is located on the third base side... and, they are gorgeous surroundings... but, there are people in here... doctors and nurses... I feel like I'm on a grey's anatomy episode, only I must be one of the victims 'cause me and Azhar are wearing shorts and t's and everyone else is wearing blue or green scrubs... I don't want to play operation tonight... but, then, why not??? so, this suite is smaller than the cowboys suite we were at for the pre-season game, yet there are more people... more, smaller seats... Azhar and I get a plate and grab a hamburger and a couple of drinks... inside the suite is airconditioned, outside it's 98 degrees... I luv the hot weather, but, I luv the ac especially when I am with a beautiful woman with big melonlicious tits... and, when the cold hits her, the headlights turn on... and, she is wearing a red, texas Rangers baseball t that may be two sizes too small, but, I'm not complaining... and, some of these doctors are drooling over her most unique middle-eastern features and a body that says 'here I am... I'm too sexy for my shirt...' and, she bites into her burger and I see the juice squirt out of the side of her mouth... I'm thinking what is she doing to me... I have to re-arrange my shorts... as, someone has come to life... and, it is cold in here... I take a bite out of my burger and nothing seems to squirt out... and, now the doctors come to ask Azhar where she's from, where does she live, I enjoy the game... while Azhar talks sweet nothings to these lustful men, she is playing with my hair with her left hand... the hair is on the back of my head, not down below, although I'm sure she wouldn't think twice about it... but, she is toying with the doctors... She knows how to work a crowd... she can turn on a dime, she can make you laugh, make you focus, and then, make you wish... is she doing that to me? no, she can't be doing that to me... or can she? about the fourth inning, we've eaten a couple of hamburgers with French fries and they have a fruitbowl with some wonderful grapes and bananas... and as Azhar eats a banana after pealing it, the men watch her eat it with their mouths open... I've got my hand on her leg and she places it between her legs... and continues to eat the banana... my dick gets hard very quickly... hello world, I'm awake and ready for action... but, this is not the time or place... Krrristi walks in, her AA flight had come in 30 minutes earlier and she took a cab to the ballpark... it is very near to DFW airport... she says hi to Azhar hugging her and then hugging and kissing me... I don't get up, not because I don't want to, because I can't... my hard on is still hard... and, I only have my shorts on... underneath them, I wear tighty whities... I don't care... I've always worn tighty whities... so there... I still have nine years left on a promise I made to a fellow blogger to get out of my comfort zone... easy going is as easy going does... just sayin'... a couple of the doctors are getting chummy with Azhar... she is a treat... but, she always holds the upper hand... she knows what she wants and when... I don't worry about it... I'm just setting the stage for all of you that have remained to witness my story... She tells the doctors that she is a belly dancer... now, I've got Krrrristi sitting to my left... and, I'm thinking is she wearing panties? she is wearing shorts that are the kind that cling to your body, not the ones that don't... so, I can't see the contour of panties... and, I don't even know why I am writing this... it's not as if I am not totally enamored with Azhar... I am... she is something else... but, still, she likes Krrrristi and doesn't mind sharing me with her... we have been in a threesome and foursome before... funny endings, but, we have been there... and, since I treasure every intimate moment I've ever been in, I can safely say that Azhar has not jealousy and seems to only want to please me even if it is not one on one... yes, I must be dead... The doctors ask her if she would show them a little dance in the seventh inning, when the rangers do a sing along, dance along song where they encourage people to strut their stuff... when the seventh inning comes, Azhar obliges and goes to the front of the suite nearest to the field and starts to shake her body with the rhythm of a precision dancer... and the doctors are freaking out... Krrrristi and I remain seated in the air conditioned space... and that's when the cameras spot Azhar and put her on the big screen, she hams it up for the crowd sashaying every part of that perfect body and people are turning to look where that woman is instead of just looking at the giant screen in the outfield... the camera zooms in and out and she just keeps on going... OMG... what a splendid moment... I'm watching her on the big screen... yes, I've seen her up close and personal, but, now I see her on the big screen and all of these people are cheering and whistling... and the camera stays on her for 3 minutes, the duration of the song... she worked up a pretty good sweat... I fetch her a beer when she comes back after bowing to the crowd who had given her a standing ovation... the doctors are about to have a heart attack... Azhar plants a kiss on me, sits down and drinks her beer... So as the game is nearing the end, Krrrristi asks us if we want to have fun? OMG, that can only mean one thing... and I have to work tomorrow, so, as I'm about to say no, Azhar says 'yes... let's have fun'... 'Go time'... to be continued... please let me know your thoughts... can you guess what is in store??? I'm not saying I'm going to tell you... thanks for reading!!!  To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!! |
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Hi BiggLala... thanks for reading and commenting... I take it you liked the story? thanks!!! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Bravo!!!  I need some "go time'  wish someone would offer me some!! WITHOUT PASSION LIFE IS NOTHING
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Bravo!!! I need some "go time' wish someone would offer me some!!Thanks for your comments!!! I've read some of your erotic blogs where you've had some 'Go time' Thanks again!!! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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This is excellent! Well done to you hugssssssssss V Been a great read so far..  Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Hi Joy. Thanks for your comments... I can imagine that you have all the right moves... Thanks!!! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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This is excellent! Well done to you hugssssssssss V Been a great read so far.. Thanks for stopping by! I wonder where it will go next... Hmmm... Only time will tell... Have a great weekend! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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I too have taken a few belly dancing classes, and have been to a belly dancing show. They even had a male belly dancer in the show. He was the grand finale. Yes, you're having a grand time at the Rangers game and I'm enjoying reading about it, but has Azhar ever offed to teach you some of her moves? The hip action could generate a lot of fun sensations. Just saying...
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I too have taken a few belly dancing classes, and have been to a belly dancing show. They even had a male belly dancer in the show. He was the grand finale. Yes, you're having a grand time at the Rangers game and I'm enjoying reading about it, but has Azhar ever offed to teach you some of her moves? The hip action could generate a lot of fun sensations. Just saying... I didn't know that you had taken belly dancing classes... That's awzam! And, you have been to a show... I'll have to say that Azhar has shown me so many moves that I am just lucky to have seen her that day at lunch with Mary Jo Lisa... Even a blind squirrel can sometimes find a nut!!! I'm glad that you are enjoying his story!!! Thanks for the comments!!! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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I hope to add to it this weekend!!! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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