She was still smiling at me with her light blue eyes when I explained why you had to paint on canvas and not paper. “But you can just use thicker paper, right?” โCardboard or something?โ “Yes, but the paint print does not ripple through the back of canvas” “regardless of the thickness”. Mary herself was more of a crafter and enjoyed working with clay. โI like getting my hands dirty,โ she said plainly. A woman with a dirty mind as i frowned. Mary was not very concerned with her hygiene. She always smelled fine. I noticed that she had beautiful downy hair on her arms and legs. There was something extraordinary about it. Somehow it gave her added value. Somehow I was stimulated by it. The combination of her provocative speech with her dirty mind…and hands. โDamn!โ,why do I find this so attractive?โ my thoughts were twisting.
Maybe because I don’t care? I conformed to that thought and listened to her stories about her childhood. Her father is a priest at the local chapel in her hometown and her mother is a director at a Salvation Army branch in Wales. Mary was taught an ultra-strict upbringing. She was never late for an appointment and was obediently celibate and attended church daily. She was not allowed to have friends despite her attractiveness. Mary watched despondently as others around her had fun and talked about their sexual escapades in splendor. Juicy stories about penises and vaginas made her alert to the horrors of Satan as she was taught in the monastery. In a total disciplinary state, she received a proper education from the monastery.
Once, she said, her friend Sophie arrived late and had to drop her pants in front of the class. The teacher then spanked her for being late. Mary watched with admiration as Sophie’s pink bottom bounced up and down with each stroke of the cane. It was also an awakening for Sophie herself because she was regularly late. She enjoyed it. Mary could see it in her beaming eyes when she was late again. She automatically took down her pants and put on special suspenders. That was not allowed… so she received even more caning. And when it was time for bed she saw Sophie fingering herself under her sheets. Mary could secretly watch passively because she was still too good and shy. She didn’t dare. But she did like it. She wants to be spanked too. Mary also wanted to be naughty..
Until that one day… when they stood in the halls of the showers after bathing. Sophie put her arms around her and touched Mary’s breasts. At first she pushed the naked Sophie away from her. But it was too late, she could no longer resist and gave herself up to Satan’s lusts. When she tongued her, time stood still for her for a moment. How can this be so wrong if this makes me happy? It was as if she got a spontaneous response when Sophie pleasured her orally and vaginally. This bliss she experienced was confirmed. It was okay because she wasn’t the only one. Then she knew she had found her soul mate and… that she liked women.
And that was also something her current boyfriend on the prairie did not like. I interrupted her story to ask what her relationship with her boyfriend is like. It’s hard to explain, Mary said. She is more attracted to women these days. Maybe it’s a phase, maybe not. She feels good about it. Mary was already quite tanned from the necessary hours of sunshine and wanted to take a walk along the coast. We got up from the nudist beach, put on our underwear and walked towards the harbor of Scheveningen and did also a bit running because Mary is tipsy and happy.. “Shall we say hello to our colleagues for a moment?” I asked. “Nah” she said a bit listlessly. โDid you fuck her?โ she asked suddenly. “Who?” I replied.
She meant Phoebe’s mother, of course. “Yes”‘ I answered cautiously. I had sex with Eleanor.She burst out laughing. “I know”, we heard it, she said. “No problem”. I noticed that Mary had looked a little too deeply into the glass. “Shall we go home?” . “Later, let’s chill on the harbor blocks first,” she pointed to the entrance to the harbor. A horde of seagulls flew over us. I told her that seagulls are a sign of life. If you are at sea as a drowning person and you see a seagull, you know that you are close to land. Mary stretched out on the boulders and asked me to photograph her. Challenging poses she did. In the water, along the coastline, in sand.
The glare of the setting sun was beautiful in the picture.
In between we talked about our work on the beach. A wonderful feeling to work with people who understand sarcasm and who you can have fun with. Where there is no hierarchy. Where everyone respects each other. Where you can walk barefeet. Where you can please guests and customers by real visual contact. A splash of water touched my feet. “A man’s foot is not really interesting”. Except your feet, Mary noted. Mary has a bit fetish altough she defines footfetish not as a fetish but as admiration. I agreed. I have the same thing with a woman’s foot. It’s not so much the feet. Those are just normal body parts. But because of the paint, the ornament, the decorations around it. That makes a woman’s foot so interesting. The amount of effort put into foot care tells her character. But that also applies to men, Mary interrupted.
In any case, an innocent thing that you can talk about for hours. Her feet themselves were damaged, but she knew exactly how to get a certain look from the cuticles. First, you need to let your nails grow a little longer than usual. Then brush over it with oil paint and wipe immediately with a damp cloth. And then use a pedicure brush to file away the corners where the cuticles are. Then cut. And total polishing. Cream over it. Sleep in socks all night long. And then you get the so-called glamor feet. I asked Mary how she knew all this. She said that she also has a penchant for admiring feet. And that’s why she brought me to the boulders. We were the only people left in the inlet of the harbor. “Will you give me a footjob?” she suddenly asked out of nowhere. “That’s good,” I said. I grabbed her soft gentle lovely foot and kissed her instep first. I licked her soles through the outside of her foot. She curled her toes. Reflex. She giggled a little. She liked it...
Then I took her toes in my mouth. First completely coated in my saliva, then one by one. Sucking it gently made Mary pant. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” she said. Both Phoebe and Eleanor had no interest in feet. Mary does…and so do I. She called me an angel, a miracle. The wonders were not yet out of the world here in Scheveningen. She liked it and kept looking at me sultrily. “Would you do me?” she asked naughty. “Yes” as I held her feet…Would you do me?, I asked her. “Always” she said with a wink. What qualities make a man sexy, I asked her? Inside is most important. A man who is honest about himself and dares to be vulnerable is a man with confidence. That makes a man sexy for me. Real man no macho man. But also eyes and smile. Just the things you have, she said. What specific qualities of a woman make a woman sexy?” she asked me. I answered:
First things I notice when it comes to women: face, lips, eyes, lower back and buttocks. A gap between the front teeth excites me enormously. Not to mention the seduction lip. Or if she has an accent. Strong jawline and high cheekbones. And kinda droopy eyes. the sleepy junkie look, you know. But that is all physical. But when it comes to mind: creativity is a plus. And she may be a bit pleasantly disturbed. And intelligent. โWow, sounds like the perfect woman said Mary.โ In the meantime, she had drunk almost two bottles of water and eaten two triangle sandwiches. Mary was sobered. She stood up and I followed her walking towards the lighthouse. She had to pee and walked towards the sea. “That’s a relief, she said as we walked further.” “Are you having fun at the beach club?” she asked. A manifestation of love immediately embraces you when you are or become a crew member, I said. At the beginning I said that I am a passenger and am doing this only once. But now I have become family. You work with people every day. โYou will have a good time, said Maryโ โjust wait until you go to the eventsโ โor big parties such as weddings and partiesโ. โThen things will happen and ariseโ โBut do you already know what you are going to do?โ do from October?”
“The Persephone code”, I smiled.
“What is that, she asked”
I told her that is the code of the elite.
“Illuminati?” Mary asked.
Not like that, I smiled at her. I said it was too far-fetched. The code refers to Persephone, the goddess of the underworld, who comes to earth once a year. Mary was intelligent because she knew immediately what I meant. “Have you cursed yourself to switch jobs every 6 months?” Her question was effective and spot on! She understood me immediately and wanted to know more. Why? “You left something behind that was very dear to you huh and since then you don’t want to commit anymore” Mary became bloodlinked with her purgatory of questions. I told her that I feel much more comfortable with that. I refuse to commit to a company any longer unless something arises. Like at the beach club where I work. Once you have worked here, you can always be called up for events and large parties during the seasons. You left that mark. That’s what I was looking for too. Connectedness and simply where you can develop yourself and be of good service. โAnd winter then,โ Mary asked further. Then I’ll look for something closer during the day. “Another average of 6 months,” she asked. โYup,โ I added. The Persephone code.
Then after that a man comes to the company and will say: “Thank you for your cooperation”
โReally??โ, Mary asked in surprise. It was just a joke I told her. No, what I mean is that you have created a moment where you have not only developed and improved yourself, but also understand the art of human knowledge. That’s why some chefs are loud. On the one hand, it is also due to the noise, otherwise you cannot hear each other. After a while you can have more of each other. You are already out of your comfort zone. If that happens so quickly at a company, you know you’re in the right place. Mary nodded in agreement and said that the fun moments in combination with the fun and enjoyment of the guests, the music and the vibe among themselves become a basis for beautiful moments. You are going to have the best time of your life, Mary continued. โYou know what irritates me?โ said Mary. What then? I asked. “Those deposit caps that no longer close properly when you close them” โRecognizable,โ I said. “I unscrew the cap completely, but accidentally throw it away.” โYes, me too haha,โ said Mary. A group of beachcombers with bags full of empty plastic bottles and cans walked towards us. We both thought it was good for something. The beach is free of plastic and tin and the beachcombers also get money for it when they hand it in at the supermarket.” We arrived at the pier and trudged over a sand hill into a beach club. “Look, I know her,” pointed out I Mary as a waitress.
Mary looked at her as if she were watching a movie. I think Mary was touched. Bella introduced herself to Mary and then gave me a hug. We chatted for a while and Mary asked if she would like to come and chill with us in her villa where she lives with Eleanor and Phoebe. Bella thought that was a really nice idea. But not because of me but because of Mary. A few sparks flew. I saw that immediately. The way they looked at each other. This was not a feigned early friendship. This seemed predestined. And I watched this event as a silent witness. I recognized myself as a little gay in this interaction between these two ladies. I feel this too! My imagination was now running wild. Because I hadn’t had sex with Mary yet. With Bella last year. In that toilet area behind the club. Can we surpass our memories from last year? Can I finally make Bella’s fantasy come true? I was sure she would convince Mary to have a threesome. But I had to be sure. Bella and Mary switched numbers and we headed to the boardwalk. “You know, let’s go to the Fox Hotel tonight” “Okay, I replied politely and accommodatingly” She was touched by it. Eleanor had told in all colors how nice a spoon – spoon is. And Mary wanted that too. But no sex. I Agreed. Somehow it affected us. Her especially because she asked me to be naked while she is still dressed. CFNM situation. This woman was really in my head. She knew better than anyone that this triggers me. Only then will I no longer feel like a naturist.
But really naked.
As pure naked as possible.
I feel it.
I feel vulnerable.
But in an appropriate way.
It’s allowed.
It is well.
I feel shame
finally….
Her heart beats through my bare chest and while my penis rises against her denim jeans she explains to me the situation surrounding the rise of artificial intelligence. Nowadays it is possible to make an entire film with a photo. Replacing one voice with another voice. A well-known song sung by the voice of another artist. Even using an artificial program for business purposes. Every leading scientist fears this. The algorithms go their own way. That’s the scariest part of it. It seems to have a consciousness. The fulfillment of creative possibilities is spontaneous and not even pre-programmed. โSkynet,โ said Mary. Just like in the Terminator. And that’s why, I explained to Mary, I left the virtual world behind. I want to be real in the real world. If you want to speak to me in real life, simply because with current technology, appearances can be deceiving. You don’t know who’s behind it or anything. It may be a bridge for others who are used to working in the virtual world, but believe me I have all the patience in the world. And I give you that patience with my full heart. Take your time. You will always be welcome if you have been good to me. Who decides that? โFate,โ Mary added. But, she continued her story, keep in mind that sometimes there may be people who really care about you and who don’t want to be forgotten.” “Driven by desperation, they will do anything to reach you, Danny.”
I know that, Mary, I said. I think she gave me a hint from a feminine point of view. I know this is something feminine. She convinced me so much that I went along with her thinking. Yes, I thought I could agree with it. The night fell silent and so did we. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her get out of bed at night and undress herself. She rubbed her pubic hair. And then went back into bed. I pretended to be deeply asleep. Maybe she also wanted to be naked out of sympathy because I was naked. Or because she got hot. Or because she is a naturist. Whatever motives she did this for, it didn’t matter to me. A woman’s mind is like that. She snuggled up to me. Her body was warm and pleasant. I took in her natural scent. It provided a mild anesthesia. She turned around and put her leg between my thighs. She brought her feet between mine.
I felt her breath on my neck. Her breathing became more and more rhythmic. She was sleeping. I looked at her sleeping face. What was she hiding? She had “escaped” from her boyfriend’s dictatorial regime on the English prairie and stayed in a villa near Scheveningen. Somewhere it wasn’t quite right. But hey, whatever. Does not matter. I gently pushed myself against her and curled up in a fetus position. This variation of spoon-spoon is a bit more interesting. Crosswise. Face to Face. Not a face from an algorithm but a real flesh and blood face to look at…Mary’s face. A heavenly sweet face and a very interesting soul.
I was very happy to be with Mary…
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