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I find it impossible to resist a woman with melonlicious breasts pulling my head towards her. But,
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I find it impossible to resist a woman with melonlicious breasts pulling my head towards her. But, I find it impossible to resist a woman with melonlicious breasts pulling my head towards her. But, tonight was different... very different... I woke up in a sweat... I was in a hospital... my head was bandaged up and I could hear that sound of the beep of a heart monitor hooked up... at first, I thought it was the sound of the road runner, you know, the cartoon character... going: 'Beep, Beep...'... but, it was strange, because the pitch was higher and my surroundings were very strange... Dreamboy, what happened? Think... McFly... For some reason, instead of elevator music, I'm hearing 'All I see' by 'Bondax' (Darius remix)... And, 'something is taking over my heart...' but, Dreamboy is not himself... this is problematic for him, as he is easy going, and risk averse, unlike most of you heavenly angels that seem to fly into incredible moments of erotic fantasy... well, that's what you write about, and who am I to deny it... but, I must re-arrange my thoughts... As I slowly come to my senses the lead singer for DeadMau5's remix of 'Raise your weapon' is whispering that song in my ear... I turn my head toward her and in between lyrics... (I know this must seem impossible... I could be dead and having an out of body experience... but, I'm going to make like Chevy Chase in Vegas Vacation and 'just go with it'...) So, like I said... I turn my head and as she takes a breath in between lyrics, she kisses me on the lips and says: 'I am here for you Dreamboy... Raise your weapon... ripping thru like a missile...' but, then, and, this is going to sound weird, because it's as if I'm in a movie... No, Dreamboy is not a movie star... he, is just a simple man... but, like I said, this woman that is kissing me is not the singer, it is Azhar... and I know this because I know her scent, yes, it is her... and she kisses my cheek and lips... she wants to pull my head into her melonlicious breasts, but I'm bandaged up... now, as she is kissing me I can feel an arousal on my other head... so, thank God... that piece of my body... the essence maker for Dreamboy is functioning properly... there is a little rise in the thin white sheet that is covering me... Plus, that stupid heart monitor speeds up... telling me that I am getting excited... Azhar squeezes my hand and asks me if I am ok... I say to her, I'm alive aren't I? this is not an out of body experience where you can talk to dead people is it? I think I have a pretty decent imagination, but, if you knew me, you'd know that I have cheated death too many times... and, I've seen too many movies where crazy shit happens... So... Azhar begins to tell me this bizarre story... Apparently, we went on a hot air balloon ride and it was so cold, even though I was bundled up like the in 'A Christmas story (you know, the little brother)' I was still freezing... I mean all parts of my body were shriveled up (if you know what I mean)... That's fucking cold... We had taken off from the Quad C junior college campus in Jim & Krrrristi's balloon along with two other balloons including the one with the 'Cuervo Gold' dancers... Ok, now it is coming back to me... Faroeh is<b> singing </font></b>'Run Away' in the background, so it is making it difficult for me to grasp all of what Azhar is trying to tell me... or maybe, it is the concussion wreaking havoc with my little brain... Be that as it may, she goes on to say that it was such a beautiful day and then, all of a sudden out of nowhere this freak 'El Nino' induced storm comes out of nowhere and lightning and high winds are rocking our hot air balloon... Rain is pelting us hard, turning to hail... this was so weird... it begins to come back to me... so, now I don't have to translate Azhar's English and I can see the story, although in slow motion... the Cuervo Gold balloon is rocking in the wind and begins heading on a collision course with us... That balloon is bigger and heavier and, when it hits it throws our balloon out of control and flips us over... everyone was holding on to the line, but me... and I went flying out of the balloon... who wears a parachute in these things??? I'm never getting in another hot air balloon that is going to fly somewhere... Let me be clear on that... so, unbeknownst to me, the Cuervo Gold balloon with the four CG models drops like a rock... but, I don't know how high we are, because it is dark and stormy and windy and, I am flying now... yes, I am like the coyote chasing the road runner, only I don't have a rock or an anvil... I'm just dropping like dead weight... and, I fall for what seems like hours, but, as Azhar says it wasn't more that a couple of seconds and I land right inside the Cuervo Gold balloon... As a matter of fact, she says that I landed on top of two of them, and since they were extremely voluptuous, they kind of broke me fall, only problem was that I got knocked out and could not take advantage of the situation... The drop wasn't that far as the storm had driven the balloons to a lower height pretty fast... so, luckily for me, I survived my ordeal... there were all kinds of flowers and 'get well' cards around the room... I was in the Plano Baylor hospital... I was on the fifth floor and had a great view of the city... By now it was around 6:00 PM and the doctor wanted to keep me overnight for observation... he said I should eat and they were going to bring me some food... This food was great... a few years ago, I had to bring my here to get his tonsils pulled out and the food wasn't half bad... I am an optimist... yes, I am... I say ok... I guess I can stay here... Now, I'm in a semi-private room, but, I don't have a roommate... just sayin'... Azhar's been here since I got checked in earlier in the morning... and, she hasn't even changed clothes... so, I tell her to go home and get some sleep, she says ok, and leaves... she was really worried... My food comes in around 7:00 pm and my nurse comes in to check things out... temperature; pain medicine; asks me to get up and go to the bathroom so she can have a urine sample... what? why does she need a urine sample? she says, please just do it, and hands me a little cup... you know, I don't know how some of you can get naked in front of tons of strangers, but, I find it hard to pee in a bathroom where there is a nurse standing outside... and, you can hear everything... but, being the easy going person that I am, I oblige... and, OMG, that was a long time going.. I really had to go... I almost over-flowed the cup... so, I guess it was a good idea... I came back gave her the cup and she gave me some pain killer medicine... my head was hurting... she said it might make me a little whoozie... I told her I wasn't planning on driving... she laughed and left... I had the tv on, but wasn't really watching anything, and I dozed off... I'm dreaming and I am having fun with the Cuervo gold models... yes, I am banging all four of them in my dream... they are so excited they take turns with me as if I am some kind of love machine... yes, I don't like to be objectified like this, but, I take it for mankind... I'm not going to cry about it, as they are being pleasured and so am I... For some reason, and I don't know what that is... I'm just a simple man, but, they seem to think that I am god's gift to womankind... Oh, what a lucky man this Dreamboy is... I mean they are having their way with me... no bondage or craziness, just great four on one all out sex... I don't know if I can please this many women, but, I'm going to give it the old college try and then some... well, I'm having a hell of a dream, what with the pain medicine kicking in, and then, something weird happens... 'Lido' begins<b> singing </font></b>'Lost' featuring Muri (Stwo Remix) ... 'I was lost... you love me, you love me, you love me, you... yeah...' and, then, I feel something different... and, with that my little pretties, I will leave you hanging, as it were... please let me know your thoughts on this one... thanks for the read!!! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!  |
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Oh my goodness, Dreamboy certainly gets himself into some precarious situations! 'Dreamboy' is certainly an appropriate Pseudonym given the way you are able to so effectively intertwine dreams and reality. All the musical references is an added bonus. Good to hear you survived yet another Azhar adventure! 
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Oh my goodness, Dreamboy certainly gets himself into some precarious situations! 'Dreamboy' is certainly an appropriate Pseudonym given the way you are able to so effectively intertwine dreams and reality. All the musical references is an added bonus. Good to hear you survived yet another Azhar adventure! thanks for coming to visit, read & comment on Dreamboy's adventures... I don't know how he survives thru all of these crazy situations he seems to find himself in... But, I can tell you one thing for sure... Dreamboy will not be getting in a hot air balloon anytime soon... I think Dreamboy is definitely a dreamer... and, sometimes, he doesn't know reality from fiction... he just goes with it, it's as if the author pulls his strings here or there... I can't really explain it... I'm glad that you liked the music... I'm working on my February cd, and have found some early gems... but, as you know, the process is nice and slow... and that way, I can have the right mix... Azhar is a fantastic lover, she is exactly what Dreamboy needs... two starstruck lovers from opposite worlds and, yet, somehow they make sweet music together... thanks again for your comments!!! have a great Wednesday! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Hi Joy! Thanks for your comments! As you know, Dreamboy has some ideas of his own that may or may not conflict with with this author. I give style points for character and passion. Maybe, I need to modify some of Dreamboy's isms, but I hesitate to do that as he is just a simple man, easy going, and a version of this writer! Please not that all that I've written may be pure fiction!!! Just sayin' Thanks again! Have a great day! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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