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Angelique on what would be our 40th Anniversary  

rm_rakehell500 70M
843 posts
4/21/2015 1:33 pm

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5/11/2015 3:24 pm

Angelique on what would be our 40th Anniversary

Today would have been my fortieth anniversary had I stayed with Angelique my first wife, and I have no doubt we would not have made it, The issues that separated us were never about love or friendship. I also have no doubt all the problems I foresaw from our situation would have made them harder years together than apart. So this is not regret, this is an appreciation of one of the three most remarkable women I ever had the pleasure (literal and Biblical) of knowing.

Angelique was the love of my youth. She was champagne; sometimes a dessert wine, frothy and bubbly; sometimes a vintage, subtle and difficult to read.

Sometimes she was a Roman Candle pulsing, blazing, and shooting fire and light, sometimes a sparkler that never burned out.

That was her, fire and ice. She was mercurial and brilliant (she eventually got her PHD in Art History), French to the core, insatiable with me and cool as ice to others, had a wonderfully flexible left handed mind prone to lateral thinking and like trying to read white print on white paper in a blizzard, one of the genuinely funniest people I have ever known with no censor whatsoever on what came out (must be my type, Sarah was the same way), and shameless not because she did shameful things without embarrassment, but because she didn't seem to know what shame meant (or shy, or for that matter discretion --- ironic for a diplomat's married to a diplomat).

Nothing about her was ever mundane. Ordinary was not one of the English words she mastered.

We were married, by a priest, in a small club on the Plage de Saline just north of Cavalaire Sur Mer, slipped away from her family, and rather than spend our wedding night in a hotel or on her grandfather's yacht we spent it on Plage le Lavandu, a rather hidden beach north of Lavandu and just south of Cavalaire Sur Mer.

We spent the night swigging champagne, nibbling on caviar, swimming nude in the clear blue waters of the Med (I guess the sharks took the night off, because normally night swims aren't that good of an idea), and pretty much devastating my dinner jacket and her wedding dress not to speak of the beach towel.

I don't really think you can count it as making love multiple times, it was just one long continuous "baise moi" after another with interruptions for champagne, caviar, swimming, orgasm, and even talking, though God knows how we had the time.

Ernest Hemingway once called Paris "a moveable feast." That was her. No moment from the time I met her until we parted was not filled with her

So on what would have been our anniversary, just a tribute to her, to youth, laughter, romance, Paris, exotic places (including the back of her knee), the impossibly French French, the sheer joy of not knowing any better, champagne flowing like water, too much money (which she had), making love, fucking (not the same thing always), getting more than a little singed and frost bit from her, long walks at midnight by the Seine, making love in a hot air observation balloon near the Eiffel Tower, watching her dance on the stage of the Crazy while every man wanted her and knowing she went home only with me, getting lost with each other in crowds, dancing all night vertically then horizontally, the most exhausting blow jobs of my life, her bouquet and taste as sweet as wine, the wind in that long blonde hair, watching her ride naked on the beach in Brittany, four inch heels, frontless, backless, too tight, too short dresses and a dearth of underwear, being called "Cowboy" when I annoyed her (often and deliberately usually, she was fun when mildly annoyed and rather liked it since most men fawned because of her looks)...

To Angelique who was youth, wine (sometimes too much), sports cars, high fashion, and a gifted dirty mind. Our could not have a finer mother. Childhood must have been golden if puberty wasn't a tad confusing.

You are five years older than me so I won't say your age, but you are youth, wit, wisdom, and madness in one, sometimes a sudden squall, sometimes a full blown gale, sometimes sparkling like the waters of a moonlit sea. That part of us we gave wholly and without reservation to each other of ourselves was and still is and will always be.

There would be no me without you. I don't know who I would be, but he would be as dull as mud. With you I walked on clouds. Eventually I had to come back down to nasty old Terra Firma, but I know those glass slippered toes are still twinkling on the edge of them.






Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.



rm_rakehell500 70M
4241 posts
5/11/2015 3:24 pm

    Quoting  :

Thank you. The girls of the Crazy Horse are considered to be among the most beautiful women in Europe, but she had a wonderful sense of humor about it as if looking like that was a joke. She care more about her dancing and her art degree than being recognized as a beauty.

I can't say her looks had nothing to do with it, but they weren't what I fell in love with --- bed yes --- but I was in love with who she proved to be, witty, funny, adoring, silly, impossible, mad about me for some reason I never understood, playful, and often flammable as petrol. It was like living with a Ferrari, a great ride, but you had to work on it all the time.



Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.


rm_rakehell500 70M
4241 posts
4/24/2015 1:26 pm

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Sad to say 90% of the pictures I have of her are snapshots from video of her performances. I wish I could share the more personal shots of her in Paris and other places. She was as attractive on the street as she was on stage, and I actually thought much prettier minus the theatrical make up. You can't really see those green/brown eyes.

There were some fine shots of her on our honeymoon on the yacht anchored off Isla de Conejera. She was as spectacular as the scenery. Save for one night we spent partying in Ibiza I don't think she wore more than bikini bottoms and once in a while my unbuttoned shirt or robe the entire time. That might explain why the fishermen brought us fresh catch and wine every morning too.
That or my sparking personality.



Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.


rm_rakehell500 70M
4241 posts
4/22/2015 3:48 pm

    Quoting sweet_VM:
    Ty for a beautiful show case of Angelique. She was truly stunning.. hugsss V
Stunning woman, danced nude on stage without a thought, didn't like her nose her butt or her feet. The girls dancing at that club are considered to be among the most beautiful women in Europe. They generally marry rich men and celebrities.

She didn't like the little bump at the end of her nose. She thought her dancer's feet were ugly. She thought her ass was too big. She thought her tits were too small.

Her opinion was that my myopia explained why I thought she was so perfect. On the other hand when I casually mentioned how ugly I was she went up one side of me and down the other, informing me who did I think I was to question her taste in men.

God, she was fun.



Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.


sweet_VM 65F
81699 posts
4/22/2015 1:54 pm

Ty for a beautiful show case of Angelique. She was truly stunning.. hugsss V

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