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Azhar called up Dreamboy... circus in town... take me to do clowns... what did she say???  

easy_going2014 57M
6738 posts
12/2/2018 7:27 am
Azhar called up Dreamboy... circus in town... take me to do clowns... what did she say???


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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easy_going2014 57M
14366 posts
12/2/2018 7:28 am

got distracted when I posted installment #2 of this short adventure...

I hope no one noticed...

well, here is number 1.

it's a repost from almost two years ago...

I hope that you like it...

hmm...



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easy_going2014 57M
14366 posts
12/2/2018 8:53 am

    Quoting  :

Hi Joy.

thanks for taking the time to read the adventures of Dream Boy and Azhar...

me too... I modified my profile to reflect it as well...

enJOY your Sunday!!!

Hmm...



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Tmptrzz 61F  
107039 posts
12/2/2018 9:42 am

Good morning and I thought this song would fit your blogs today I hope you have a peaceful Sunday..

Send In The Clowns by Judy Collins

Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air,
Where are the clowns?

Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move,
Where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns?

Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there

Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want
Sorry, my dear!
But where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Don't bother, they're here

Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year

Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on..


easy_going2014 57M
14366 posts
12/2/2018 9:45 am

    Quoting Tmptrzz:
    Good morning and I thought this song would fit your blogs today I hope you have a peaceful Sunday..

    Send In The Clowns by Judy Collins

    Isn't it rich?
    Are we a pair?
    Me here at last on the ground,
    You in mid-air,
    Where are the clowns?

    Isn't it bliss?
    Don't you approve?
    One who keeps tearing around,
    One who can't move,
    Where are the clowns?
    There ought to be clowns?

    Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
    Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
    Making my entrance again with my usual flair
    Sure of my lines
    No one is there

    Don't you love farce?
    My fault, I fear
    I thought that you'd want what I want
    Sorry, my dear!
    But where are the clowns
    Send in the clowns
    Don't bother, they're here

    Isn't it rich?
    Isn't it queer?
    Losing my timing this late in my career
    But where are the clowns?
    There ought to be clowns
    Well, maybe next year
Hi Tmptrzz...

thanks for sharing these song lyrics today...

they match perfectly...

I luv it when you share lyrics with me.

Have a wonderful day!!!

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