We experienced some very mean and crazy things together when we were younger. We were the manifestation of madness. And we were having fun. Young and loose. And incredibly wild. Angel and I were so popular that we kept track of our scores and compared them with each other. Sometimes it got mixed up. Our diversity and adaptability gave us overlapping relationships. We got our jobs by classical methods or recruitment. Unfortunately i didnt like the boss daughter. So Angel took over and in stead slept with her. I was more into Joshua. Spanish employer with nice odeur and beautiful ass. Three times i had great sex with Joshua. We licked and sucked like turtles. Then i broke up with Joshua and went to Babette. Joshua was then with Angel. But didnt went well. So we fixed Joshua to Albert. African guy from the roulette. Jackpot! They got married and left the casino. After then we had love with everyone. It was then when our lusts were discovered.From young to old. And especially the rich ones. They have the greatest breakfast.
It was a fuckable time during the times in the casino
And now a few decades later we met in the library….
Angel wondered if i am still in the catering and events industry? Back again after a trip of a few years, yes. For now, right? Not all the time. She hinted me to go more into the talent fields. She’s always thought highly of me. Angel was terribly beautiful but also terribly intelligent. Or did her intelligence make her so beautiful? Did I see things in her that others don’t?Β Β Nowadays she worked as a veterinarian and her relationships were all on the rocks. Angel had a fear of commitment. And an alcohol problem. No toothpaste but Vieux-Cola to start the morning. Angel had always loved alcohol. Sometimes she brought bottles of ethanol from the lab because the liquor store was already closed. Laziness, she said dryly. It didn’t bother me any further. Despite her sociability, Angel had always been a bit distant. Apart from her regular job, she kept herself aloof from any commitment. It brought her more pain than pleasure. She was not surprised when I told her that I am also single.
Your species is always single… She was referring to my zodiac sign. It doesn’t matter how fucked up you look, she said. According to her, I don’t have to commit because I will get anyway what I want in the end. It is the attraction. That is something. Angel had the same problem. Super attractive yet alone. Like it’s a curse. No pain no gain. Just be happy if you’re ugly. At least then you can be happy. Nobody keeps looking at you. Or considering you as an idol. You have no attention. Nobody gives a shit about you. Fuck you! You can rather be ugly then attractive...
What we also had in agreement was not being able to choose. Although……… not necessarily among the options. But its possibilities. The inexhaustible source of information. What are you going to do with it? For what purpose? Why? The choices are endless…Something I could talk to Angel about was the most intimate and most awkward things. That was only possible with her. She said she was taking more things home from the lab. Such as gauze and morphine. She then wrapped her legs with gauze and took a dose of morphine. She asked me what I thought about it. I found the somnophilia traits that Angel had quite exciting, I told you honestly. Creating a situation in which you try to stimulate yourself without control. But to what extent are you completely powerless if you still need to have control to stimulate yourself? Good question she said… That’s why you have to give someone else control to stimulate you…if you want to be completely powerless.
I understood the game. In real life that is wisdom, but in Angel’s room…not. She asked me if I had ever fantasized about having sex with disabled people. No not yet. The bridge to it is too far, so to speak. I don’t see the sexual side of it. Angel believes that disabled people also have the right to sex. Heavy discussion. What if they don’t want to? She said it was a joke…or was it? She was curious about me. She knew the beach club where I worked. Quite popular and well known. Nice crew and atmosphere. She was struck by how close the team was. True, every now and then colleagues hug each other. One love Here everyone is one. I was admirable in talking about my experiences on the beach. .Experienced a lot of things.Super busy days. Long days. Short days. Parties and birthdays. Anniversaries. Company celebrations. Organization events. The Volvo Ocean Race in June was already a real happening. But Allianz Sailing went even a step further. The area was even more extensive. Many familiar faces among both staff and guests. The friendly chefs and staff from outside. Many more troops were deployed for this event. It was non-stop refilling and dropping off of snacks and nibbles. The beer was tapped in the beer stall. Fish was served at the other unit. Italian wok snacks at the opening. Cocos Macarons and an extra outdoor bar. The club had organized it incredibly well again. You simply must have experienced this. A beach club that has a lot of knowledge of event organization Yet this was not all for what was actually to come… Live on the Beach. Angel looked at her phone and counted 10 days left. That’s right, it was almost time. The end of the season. A real stunner.
After that take a vacation, Angel suggested. I don’t know that yet, I said. I have no clue… A little later the librarian informed us of the closing time. When we left the library, Angel told us that she had planned a vacation soon. Would I like to have a bite to eat? At one of the beach clubs. I felt honored. Why her gesture? Didn’t she have other options? Perhaps much better? It means something if someone from the past insists on choosing you for a bite to eat. You could also choose someone else, right? Someone from your current era? But that’s exactly it. Nah…That is boring. Too familiar and therefore no longer interesting. But apparently with me. I went home in a cheerful mood. Wow… not just anyone. It’s Angel. The most popular in the casino at the time. There was already a bit of adoration between us then. Also to ourselves. But especially for each other. We were the heroes in extremes. She was full of drink. And I. And we didn’t give a shit. Because we had forgotten a lot. And lost. And years later we found it. We found what we lost…
A few days later we met at the pier. It was sweltering but i still dressed casually with a hint of gala. Angel then appeared. Green brown sandals. With open heel. A late 50’s dress. An elegant big hat. And a cool leather jacket. Not to make it look too sweet. She was beautiful. An angel. We shared a sea bass menu and ordered fries and a seafood cocktail of snacks. The waiter served the chauvignon blanc. And before I knew it, Angel had already ordered a second bottle. And yet she kept control over it. Her feet usually swell in her tight sandals when she drinks wine. She took off her sandals. Ultra slim feet. Catered. But not too exaggerated. Not the gel nails ornaments glamor foot. But the pure robust base, marked by time. Healthy strong feet. Beautiful and intelligent. Just like her. She wanted to get some fresh air down on the beach. Good idea. We left our shoes and sandals and walked downstairs. But then ….we saw that ice cream man. It’s the one that always has coconut ice cream. Infinite ice cream!Β Should we… I asked her? Yes of course! She understood the ice code. Please no ice cream cone but in the container. Because then you get relatively more ice because nothing melts away but remains in the container. Angel took a combo of pistachio, orange, melon, chocolate and coconut. I went for pistachio. chocolate, vanilla, malaga and coconut. We walked through the water along the shoreline with our tubs of ice cream. Angel wanted to show something later. Upstairs. Not just yet. Then what, I wondered? I parked that thought. We brought back memories of when we used to be at these places. And now we’re here again. We never expressed to each other that we had feelings for each other. Did we actually have that? I asked her. Smart move… she said because she is drunk… so she won’t lie. Unless she is aware of the provocation, she said right back. She played with my head. She was a doctor, don’t forget that.
She pulled herself towards me. She put my hands on her hips. Come…Danny let’s dance she said. Oh well, why not. When we were spinning around a bit, she stepped on my feet. As a raise…and gave me a quick kiss. Very fast. So fast it almost seemed accidental. But this was not by accident. Certainly not! When I wanted to kiss her back, she promptly pulled me upstairs. Her timing is touche. She disses me and procrastinates. Fine. We sat on the pier drinking the second bottle. This was quite doable with the fruit cocktail and the bitterballen. When she took the bottle away I saw a piece of gauze lying there as a coaster. Was this a hint? She took out her phone. The hotel with sauna and swimming pool. Price was temporarily reduced. She didn’t feel like taking the taxi home. Me neither, actually. We were able to split the costs. We were allowed to take the bottle of wine with us and Angel received a goodie bag from the restaurant. I a bow tie. Interesting. This is probably one of those theme nights or something. The person is tied to the girl…
Hintwise she had already wrapped the gauze around her arm. She has more and also some morphine. As described earlier, I could talk to Angel about everything. She was a weirdo at times. But above all sweet. She always wanted to do it. And she knew that that could only be done with me. Someone who is also on her level of insanity. A moment of joy and nothing else. Just for once. At the hotel I wrapped her leg. She stumbled into bed and the game could begin. My patient lay motionless in bed because of the morphine. She couldn’t do anything. She’s been lying like that all day. She must stink. I take a washcloth that I wet a little and wash the disabled Angel. I clean her. Slowly every molecule of her body needs to be cleansed. Purely medical. There is nothing else behind it. A hug and a tearful fit of laughter follows. I entertained Angel. She had figured out the moment when I was working with her feet. She liked it when she was washed under her armpits. between her buttocks when I turned her over. And the inside of her groin. Angel was so clean she smelled herbal.
During the entire game there was not a single moment of sex. This was a mind-level role play. Something we always wanted to do in the past but were too proud at the time. She now also wanted to take control. I was wrapped in gauze. Both legs were wrapped up, but also both arms and I could no longer walk. I placed myself on my side and fell onto the bed. Angel was completely absorbed in her role. Especially shaving my pubic hair was a memorable moment. Rubbing it with saffron oil even more so. The morphine really numbs, but not completely. Local parts that slowly light up again. It gives a tingling sensation. It’s really enjoyable. After the role play I looked at myself in the mirror. There is more schwung because the friction with the pubic hair disappears, she said when she saw me “helicoptering” in front of the room mirror. She was absolutely right. The rotation went almost non stop. Once it stopped she applauded.Β
A few days after Live on the Beach we met again at the hotel. Initially we wanted to go to Utrecht, but we chose the same hotel again. The view is beautiful and the breakfast is very hearty and good. Bodyscapes. She wanted someone to do that. It was not possible to make super zoom and close ups of parts of her wrapped body. I would help her for that. The August sun shone through the windows and gave a beautiful reflection on her body. I made true beauties from parts of her body. Beautiful how the rest of the body fades into the background. Her feet. I placed them slightly differently. Because of the light but also because of the tint on her feet. Milky white but a little tanned. Bronze. I then concluded the session with a video. I slid the camera around and started at her toe. And took a journey through her beautiful limbs. Got a little lost in her bush between her legs. But found her way back through her curves. It was a nice addition to her portfolio. Angel was very grateful to me. Because she has always been a doctor, she wanted to experience what it is like on the other side of the balance sheet. She begged for it.
But her weirdness was not understood. In vain. I was happy that I could understand her. Finally she did it. We tongued like we were young again. As if we are the Danny and Angel of the casino again. What we should have done then…we did now. It was spontaneous and sweet. Angel knew exactly how to handle my zodiac sign. She built it up. We slid together and sat on it and enjoyed this. She wanted me to eat her out. I wanted that too. Her fruit blossomed when my tongue landed. Passionately I slid along her mounds and descended deeper into her cave. I stayed there quite a long time. It was too beautiful to leave immediately. I got hard again and wanted to go in again. She moistened it first…..with her mouth. We looked at each other. The dominant doctor who is a patient. It was fine.
We then chatted for a long time. It seemed like we’ve known each other for years. Actually it is. Do friendships count even when there are breaks in contact? According to Angel, we’ve been friends since the moment we met. And because we keep in touch. That is very important. We can live on that. We have known each other for years and are good friends. I knew Angel was previously bisexual. Although she says she does not want to conform to a sexual orientation. She prefers not to label herself. Confuses people. I noticed that, I said. Pansexual people are more everything than fluid, she explained. Hence the confusion among your loved ones, she said. The majority of my fans don’t care what my sexual orientation is, I said. Most of the time you will get confusion from your family, Angel said. But that doesn’t bother me. If you become too concerned with what others are doing, you will join in their confusion.You will have various groups that want to stick to you and hop along with you in your work or life. In past times they used to go to houses to win souls. Nowadays these fools try other ways. I told Angel how certain family members and very former acquaintances devised specific methods to convert me. According to Angel, it is already absurd that such a person would, for example, work at a social organization to apply conversion therapy. Isn’t that immediately noticeable? Isn’t that already dubious? Even more absurd is that there has been no contact for years. no consultation hours, no appointments. nothing! it just keeps looking for ways to interfere. supposedly helping while putting the person in a bad light. Keeps influencing my envornment and real friends. There is no help needed. You need help yourself with your primitive mindset. Wake up we live in a modern world. Behave and adapt!
And that has finally become clear since I started working in the catering industry. you see things as they really are. No more brainwashing simulated talkative sessions. One ear in other out. Because it is immediately noticeable who is trying to implement this shortcut. But it doesn’t work. Everyone knows that this is not what i agree. And i gained massive support from certain areas. It is even so that certain things are simply disposable since then. Simply because it is.The trick is not to give too much meaning to certain things. Don’t explain. The good ones will always reach you.Reach beyond the matrix. And so you can see..
Angel enjoyed the stories from the beach that I experienced with my colleagues. The openess. The welcoming. The parties. After Live on the Beach we had drinks. All three days long. I showed my skills in the playground. Hanging upside down while you’ve just had a drink. The manager who just films it. Just too epic for words. So peaceful, all in a circle. One who takes and brings all drinks. And the boss himself bakes and serves snacks for the staff. I told Angel that he would prefer not to be called that. He feels more among the staff than above them. That attitude alone makes him the boss for us. This isn’t like working 12 hours and then cycling home. You are part of something. You are together. After a few drinks, colleagues went home one by one. Some stayed behind. We did a few rap disses on the sand in front of the beach club. That’s spontaneously coming up with a rap. Straight off the bat. That’s just like in movies, Angel noted. That’s called improvisation.Anyway, I managed to do a few rap disses. It is young people who are very good at those things. I felt like a king among these people. The pleasure in things. You really enjoy it. These are moments that are carved in your heart. You can think back to it every summer. Actually every moment. A discussion then followed about the difference between a rap and a poem. Both are poets in principle. Yet a rapper is more of a rapper than a poet. A rap usually has a faster tempo. You really have to take the time to read a poem. Or does a rap deliberately have a faster tempo so that you have to listen to the song over and over again to get the message. That is compensated by the rhythm and melody, I argued. That is not the case with a poem. There is no music. Angel again thinks that the number of rhyming words and syllables indicate a certain tone in a poem. That’s true. That creates music, but only the rhythm of it. You can fill in the melody yourself. With a rap there is already a fixed rhythm and melody where you have to interpret the song in a certain context. With a poem there are no frames… These profound moments were formidable with Angel.
Angel was extremely happy for me regarding my film roles. And the steps I am taking in this industry. I was also surprised when I received compliments from actors on sets. while I don’t have any acting lessons yet. Johnny Depp, Jennifer Lawrence, Jason Statham, Tom Cruise, Jim Carrey. None of them had any acting training. You may have a talent for certain things. And that’s why I want to go further in this. So from next year more acting lessons and really getting into it.
Β It’s something. I remember going to the cinema with Angel in 2001. We were already film fanatics and had seen every blockbuster several times. And that’s why we just watched films in the independent film house. Or homegrown films. So young and still so discovering, we watched the book adaptation by Ronald Giphart.
I was a huge fan of his books. And still am. Angel is a huge fan of the main characters in the film. Actually, they were my heroes too. Just like in the book. The characters described in the book were given shape through the excellent and heart-warming performances of the actors. It is something to experience with the actors in the film. And then years later you’re just on set…with one of your heroes from the movie. Those are the moments that make it beautifully fun. And somewhere your “heroes” know that you are a huge fan of him or her. That’s nice, Angel said, because then they get a lot more done from you. That’s right, I said. But you also get a lot in return. It’s a lot of sacrifice when you end up in this world. You sometimes receive a higher compensation for one production than another. But as time goes on you suddenly start making a profit. Not only in your wallet but also in the experience. It is a compliment for your talent. Production companies also check how much passion you really show for a role. Someone who travels half the country when he can turn it down is remembered. And rewarded. It has often happened that a special role suddenly comes along. Or that I suddenly receive a text. Sometimes roles are suddenly offered spontaneously. Apparently you are tipped by the actors, said Angel. Yes or by the production company or casting director.
That is a compliment and a huge incentive for me to continue. You should always follow your heart, Angel said. I will always support you and encourage you to continue doing this. And don’t forget your people from the past, Danny. You have a huge foundation to improve the world. Together with eachother. Give people a chance…who once gave you a chance. But keep your positions sacred. Let only the sameminded into your world. Ban homophobic people. Attract and surround yourself only with ones who you feel are on the same frequency. Everything and everyone can feel attracted to hook up with you. But you do live in a country where religion and state are separated. You live in a free country. Approval does not come naturally but mutually. Bizarre how Angel summarized it all. As if it is. As if she has secretly given me another incentive. It’s like Angel gave me hope… I took her words seriously and wholeheartedly and visualized the rest of my plans….
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