But I need something in my mouth to prevent me from talking !! Though, I think Hiama doing a pole dance might also render me speechless
No no, Gautam,
Never shut up at my request. Or, I mean, I haven't asked you to shut up. You're such a sweetie. Wassau, can you bring Gautum a scone and coffee or something for his mouth. He wants it full for the dancing.
OK HIAMA, dance on
Hi Joanne........welcome. Haven't seen you lately. I hope you're doing well.
Eva..........here, sit here with me.
Sure thing, Lola. Here, take a couple of these $20s. (eyeing Hiama's muscles) I'm still deciding where to put mine....hmmm... Ooh! That was a very nice move, Hiama! How did he do that?!
ba boom ba-boom.......boom..............boomity boom.........<audience clapping hands, demanding more>
Stretching out his sinewy body Hiama manages to bend into a figure eight so that he doesn't know if he's coming or going, depends on the audience participation to a certain extent-Wassau manages to get him some liquid refreshment before he passes out and it's on with the floor show
Gautam is still speechless
HIAMA finds that his mother was right. She had admonished him time and time again when he was a sweet child that if he acted like the number 8, not only would he not know if he were coming or going, but he also might freeze in this position and be this way for the rest of his life.
Recognizing that he can not move and release himself, HIAMA has a panic attack and begins to hyperventilate. He faints and Prissy rushes to him, lying as he is on the floor, and begins mouth to mouth resuscitation.............
And six hours later, they are STILL lying on the floor in a liplock....
I can't stand to watch them a minute longer, Lola! It's so difficult to watch those two having so much fun when I'm here all alone tonight. I think I'll borrow one of the empty bedrooms upstairs. 'Night, everyone.
Thanks for letting me stay, Wassau. You're a dear.
Hiama is still wondering if he should be enjoying this, years of catholic guilt call him back to semi-consciousness, he gently prises the succulent lips of Prissy off his own mouth and caresses her ear lobes.
They glance around to see everyone's gone to bed so when in Rome......
....wait stop this is a family forum that would never do ( Ed)
Ok they have a nice mug of chocolate and go to their respective dorms-there-that better ?
hiama wrote:....
They glance around to see everyone's gone to bed so when in Rome......
.....Ok they have a nice mug of chocolate and go to their respective dorms-there-that better ?
Is this what the Romans do ??
Damn, I will now have to break off my Roman connection !
Eva sits comfortably on the brocade divan and suddenly hears
tap tap tap
Eva steps lightly toward the door ~ a sexy male voice asks ~
"Dove si puo undore a ballare, bella mia"?
Eva is not quite sure what all of that means, but she almost faints at the sound of it...
Pulling herself together, she crosses the room and unlocks the door. Peering out over the chain lock, she sees................
Stradee walking toward her rooms, sees a tall, dark, hansome man,
(holding in his arms a bouquet of white and red roses) tapping gently on Eva's door.
Just then she hears him say, "Where can we go dancing, my beautiful"?
Stradee, quietly passes the gentleman and sees Eva's eye peering over the chain lock
looks at Eva and :wink: then continues walking toward her room.
"Wow" Stradee says quietly "il mucolo"
Hiama continues to ply the ladies with his Italian advances " Gradisco ballare ma preferisco fare l'amore " , he offers to both ladies, after all why waste those muscles !
Buonissimo, hiama ~ squisito!
Siete così gentili mio bello (:-*
C'el 'hai una bella tocco ~ Grazie
