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We landed in Cancun, without further incident... Azhar had more tricks up her sleeve...
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We landed in Cancun, without further incident... Azhar had more tricks up her sleeve... We landed in Cancun, without further incident... Azhar had more tricks up her sleeve... Awzam! Most of the passengers deplane and take buses to their destinations in Cancun... But, Azhar and me and the other four couples get into this H2 super-stretch limo... and, off we go into the sunset, a few miles away where paradise awaits... and, we are talking a paradise with no boundaries... or would there be? My little heart is pounding... I just joined the<b> mile high club </font></b>less than an hour ago, and now who knows what lies ahead... I begin to fear that some really crazy exotic, erotic sexual activity could befall my bellydancer and me... be still my beating heart... This place... 'Secrets Silversands' Riviera Cancun resorts & spas had 8 swimming pools... and, it is located on the beach... on the atlantic side of Mexico...with crystal clear blue water and white sand, and beautiful women all in bikinis... I don't focus on the men, so please don't ask... you know that some of you are going to ask from a feminine point of view, and it is not going to happen... yes, you can go to other blogs and get that... but, not here... not on my watch... boom! Azhar has been very secretive about the agenda for us the next couple of nights... and, as we enter the hotel I discover why... her beautiful picture in one of her saris cut down to sway with her abilities and mesmerize mere mortals is flashed on a placard near the steps to the entrance of this dreamy place... She is going to perform for the group at 8:00 pm tonight... OMG... are you kidding me... no wonder she brought a ton of clothes in two suitcases... nobody packs that much clothing for two nights... I begin to say something to her and she immediately places her hand over my mouth and blinks those big brown eyes and says: 'Dream boy... is ok... awzam... Cancun fun!'... what can one do. I think I am in a 'twilight zone' episode or maybe an 'outer limits' one only, this one is in color and I am with a sensual, majestic Aphrodite-like goddess 'who only has eyes for me'... well, she seems to have only eyes for me so far... but, I'm going to stay in the moment... you all know me, I'm usually just minding my own business when these strange events happen to me... there I am... walking down the hallway at work one minute and the next minute two women are having their way with me in an apartment complex minutes from the salt mines... or I go to lunch and a belly dancer falls into my lap, literally and figuratively... what are the odds of that... (yes, some of you have shown quite a bit of concern for me as these events are unraveling themselves before me, and I appreciate it)... We make it to our hotel room and every window seems to have a view of the ocean or one of the pools (Smooth Operator is playing thru the overhead speakers in the room with these huge ceiling fans (reminds me of Azhar's tits) slowly turning above us)... Azhar slips out of her traveling outfit and beckons me to her as she strolls to the bathroom... Dream boy, please order us some dos xs... she likes this new Mexican beer... I do as she asks, and within minutes we have an ice box of 'dos equis' beer trucked to the room with chilled glasses inside... What service... I go to tip the waiter and he says... please, this is on the house, and after all, Azhar is going to perform for the hotel tonight... your tip no good here!!! wow... As I pour the beer, Azhar comes out of the bathroom looking like a million bucks... I hay have to start wearing a different kind of underwear, because the instant hard-ons are killing me... and, not in a softly manner... just sayin'... this woman must be able to read me like a book, because she is dressed to kill, I'm a puppet in her arms, in her presence, on top of her, underneath her... anywhere with her... her hairs is weaved with blue tassels and she's sprayed some sparkly stuff on them... her face is smooth as silk... I'm thinking... I must be dreaming... but, I'm not, I pinched myself and I felt it... she's wearing a silver necklace with turquoise gems accenting her breasts which bounce in unison as she strolls towards me... I don't notice her shapely legs, but, I know she is not a mermaid, because she wasn't one before... and, yet, she is coming towards me... she reaches her destination... my lips and plants one on me... she runs her fingers thru my hair and says: 'dreamboy... you change... we eat...' Ok... I only have two pairs of shorts, one that I am wearing and my blue jeans... three t-shirts, one collared shirt and that is it... oh, I have 11 condoms left, after using one on the plane... I put on my blue jeans and the collared shirt... Awzam!!! What an entrance Azhar makes... all eyes are upon her... well, maybe not all eyes... for some strange reason, a pair of eyes (blue) that I recognize from the airplane (yes, the flight attendant) is not looking at her... she is staring at me... craving me... it's like I'm listening to 'Flight Facilities' 'Crave you'... and it can't be because some latin music is blaring in the restaurant... and, yet, this woman, she looks different in beach wear... low cut, loose-fitting (looks like two handkerchiefs) holding up her breasts... No, they are not melons of desire like Azhar's but, they will do in a pinch... I bite my tongue and focus on my date... I do have the most desirable woman in the room... she rocks, she's sexy, she's a great kisser, and, she sends me thru the roof, just being with her... we sit down and eat a delicious appetizer... Azhar sits across from me and is sucking on her shrimp in a way that gets me hard yet again... I don't know what it is, but, this woman is so sensual... there are table cloths on all of the tables that cover any activity going on underneath... Azhar is playing with my dick under the table with her feet.. she takes a bite of shrimp and rubs my balls, then she puts a piece of fish on her fork and squirts lemon juice on it as she strokes my dick... I'm about to explode when I hear a sharp snap... the waiter has a cloth napkin ready to place on my lap... 'oh please don't notice my hard-on or Azhar's foot massaging me'... if he did notice, he doesn't let me know and he makes sure that all diners at my table have napkins in their laps... the next course is served... a mixed salad with mangos, watermelon, strawberries and grapes erupting out of a bed of lettuce and tomatoes, coated with a Herbal Balsamic strawberry Vinaigrette dressing that Azhar is feeding me... she's moved closer to me as there is room and this is her zone... she places grapes in my mouth one at a time, and then pours dos xs down my throat, never taking her eyes off of me... I go to reciprocate and her tongue goes to meet every morsel of food that I place in front of her mouth... I notice another patron sitting at a table next to us, and he can't keep his eyes off of her... his date, wife, significant other is furious... I don't blame him... I am in heaven... and I know it... the entrée is a concoction of fresh red snapper, tuna and assorted steamed vegetable served over a bed of rice... I could die tonight (well, maybe after Azhar and I conduct a sexual experience that rivals anything I may have ever experienced... but, that seems impossible... unless... blue eyes joins us later on... stop it... focus, you are in heaven, you don't need anything else... you have all you need and, then some...). Ok... but, I had to put it out there just the same... some of my blogger readers don't like it when I speak to them while I'm telling a story... too bad, say I, it is my story... and i'll cry if I want to... or die trying... the dessert is a sumptuous affair of forbidden-like fruit with ice cream and chocolate still warm to the tender touch of my tongue... and, just like that Azhar whispers in my ear... 'I go change... I dance soon'... it was almost 7:30 pm and she was going to be performing... in the auditorium next door... she said: 'I be back, u go theater'... She kissed me... one of those long, slow kisses that some of you write about, some of you want to experience... yes, that kiss... the one that has toppled kingdoms... the one that gets my dick hard... once again.. and then she nibbles on my ear as her hand strokes my arm... I watch her as she leave the room... it is like watching people at a tennis match, only with this match the heads stay in unison and I can feel the men's eyes and heads looking like bobble head dolls as they are in motion with her breasts bouncing up and down with every step she takes... I am lucky man... everyone heads to the auditorium... I can't drink anymore... I was wasted an hour ago, and yet... a glass of Courvoisier is placed in my had as I am seated near the front of the auditorium... blue eyes joins me... apparently, she is alone and somehow is staying nearby or at this resort... her name is Kristi, and she's been a flight attendant for 10 years... a bit young for me, as I like women in their forties, fifties and beyond... I guess it's because when I ask my if she can call any of my sliding top 30 women mommy... she says that I am disgusting because some of them are barely older than her... I told her to accept the possibility... I don't make the rules... true love is blind... she roles her eyes reminding me of Mary Joe Lisa, except that my has short hair... I don't know why Kristi is here... but, it is a free country and she is welcome to sit anywhere... the lights go down and the curtain pulls apart and, there she is... Azhar is clad in her belly dancer outfit with a matching veil, and she has her silver belly button ring on that dazzles the audience as the light shines on it... she has the tiny cymbals on her fingers and a sexy middle eastern belly dancer song is playing... my eyes, as do the audience's entire eyes focus on the goddess of love entrancing everyone in her spell... time has stopped... I don't even hear Kristi talking... it is not important... what is important is this display of erotic dancing before me... she moves in mysterious ways, her eyes penetrate as if removing every stitch of clothing... I blush... wait a minute... I have been with her... she has tasted me... we have tasted each other... and, yet... her power over me renders this gentle soul in a trance of lust... I want to scream 'Mommy'... but, I can't, that would be stupid and childish... but, I had to say it... for the next hour I am totally consumed by the beauty of her dance... I must have her... I may have her... will she have me? what is happening... my feelings are getting so out of whack... I'm the man... I'm the pursuer... I'm the aggressor... no... I am wanting... I am so turned on that I could explode at any minute... if you will recall, earlier in the day Kristi had ruined my moment seconds after Azhar peaked... seconds before I was to peak... but, all is forgiven... I sigh deep sighs, not realizing that Kristi is not watching Azhar, she is watching me... and, then, I feel Kristi's eyes on me... you know, it's like women are always watching... always judging... and, still we are too weak to deny them... Kristi tells me that she will be in the main spa room at midnight... why did she say that to me... does she not know that I am with a goddess? do all women want what they can't have? Kristi is no dog... she is an attractive woman... about 5' 2' tall... maybe 120 lbs, give or take, and she smells good, looks good, has soft skin... but, I'm with Azhar... I'm with Azhar... I'm with Azhar... still... Azhar finishes her performance to a standing (my dick is still hard) ovation... she is drenched in sweat... and I bring her a cold glass of water which she downs in three seconds... she has me get her towel so she can wipe off... her skin glistens as the sweat comes out of her pores... what a lovely woman... she tells me... 'I tired Dream boy... we sleep'... I agree and walk her to our room... I go to the bathroom and get a bath started for her... I light the candles in the bath room, and I've had rose petals delivered to the room prior to our arrival from the show... they are fresh and smell wonderful... Azhar starts getting undressed in the bedroom... and I adorn the bathroom floor with the rose petals... she's so tired... we've had a long day... and when she reaches the bathroom her eyes light up... 'dream boy...' awzam...' she goes to the bath tub which is filling up with water and I pour in the hotel bubble bath soap along with 'Mr. Bubble' foam soap... the only other thing I have brought besides the condoms to add to the moment... should it be needed... She is so tired... so I begin to rub her down massage her neck, her forehead, her shoulders, down to her finger tips... she is relaxing now... as I'm massaging her she says... Kristi... spa... midnight... to be continued!!! please let me know your thoughts... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!  |
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Oh WoW!!! She's tired but wants to make sure dream boy still has his fun.........you have a very vivid imagination!!   WITHOUT PASSION LIFE IS NOTHING
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I second nightsoul ... a very VERY vivid imagination!!! lol
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Oh WoW!!! She's tired but wants to make sure dream boy still has his fun.........you have a very vivid imagination!! thanks for your comments... Perhaps, I misinterpreted what she said... afterall, it has been a long, long day... we both are tired... and, I am massaging this beautiful woman in a hotel room in Cancun... I only have thoughts for her... but, yes, someone has thrown a fly in the ointment, a wrench in the gears... I can only write the events as my humble, naïve heart feels them happening... Oh, but to be a strong writer, without any inhibitions and able to write all the things that could materialize instead of focusing on a couple of items... I can only say, that the next few hours will be 'fast & furious', or maybe, we will just go to sleep and get ready for the pyramid tour tomorrow... oops, I hope I am not letting out anything too soon... well, thanks for your comments... I hope I am not boring anyone so far... Is it Tuesday yet??? To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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I second nightsoul ... a very VERY vivid imagination!!! lol thank you so much for commenting on my blog... as always... short and simple... My imagination is one that stems from a shy upbringing... one, that has been hibernating for quite sometime, and, only recently have I been exposed to the 'real' world... the world of Tennessee and that of the Canadian wilderness... women that share their experiences with me... they bring me the wonderment of purple... yes, in a word... I see purple like I've never seen it before... I've read the shortest blogs in Gay Threesome Dating history... I've also read some very racy blogs that have stirred feelings that I've never felt before... so I guess, I've been inspired by you and Nightsoul... thanks, so much... I do hope I am not boring you... sorry for the continuation, but, the story is taking me in so many directions and turns... that I feel that I have to pause and re-charge my writing fingers... laters!!! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Hi Joy... Thanks for your comments... I'm just trying to remember as best I can the events that transpired over the last couple of days... Plus, I feel like I am in the right place at the right time! Thanks again.. I hope I can keep it up! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Hot and hotter story it is .. I stayed at Silversands resort next to where you were.. hugsssssss V please do continue... Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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this might bring back some memories for you of the beach.. Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Hot and hotter story it is .. I stayed at Silversands resort next to where you were.. hugsssssss V please do continue... You do know what I'm talking about... Hmmm... That is a nice pic... Thanks for sharing... I hope to do the rest of the story justice... There will be ruins in my future!!! Thanks again!!! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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this might bring back some memories for you of the beach.. I can see the appeal to you now!!! Can't wait to finish the story for you!!! I hope you enjoy it... Thanks for your pics!!! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Hi BiggLala... thanks for your comments. I'm glad that you like it... Azhar is a special woman... thanks again!!! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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A floor show along with the trip, nice.
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A floor show along with the trip, nice. awzam!!! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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