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Angela Gheorghiu's Lover
How I adore Angela Gheorghiu is something I can barely describe as her sexuality and femininity have driven me to madness; going beyond that which I can control. I, not being an opera lover by any stretch of the imagination nor even one who appreciates such sounds which strike upon my ears as shrieks and howls with none of the singers; be they male or female ever standing above or beneath the rest. In all this however, I do worship Angela Gheorghiu as a woman of unreleased desires and lusts. This as no man has been created but I, to release upon the world the potential of her sexuality and passions. As to make men shudder that she might be the one to force them to acts of her pleasure even if such should not be in their will.
I watched Angela that night as she in light clothes which permitted my sight to go beyond, on to her breasts and more of her intimacy; took her usual bows. Angela's hair being long and black as the night while the beauty of her red lips and body were that of an angel. Angela's was loveliness which words could but degrade as they would never be up to the task of describing the sensuous creature she was on to my undeserving eyes. Angela curtsied like all ladies of society did and as she did so, exposed even more of herself on to me; who stood in the background as one of the extras I had been asked to play. It being Angela's bottom that I could see as she had clearly worn this gown without the benefit of panties to shield the delicately painted line which symbolized her behind.
As for myself, I had played a part in the opera which had not required me to sing as much as a single note. It being a case that I could not have sung even if had I wanted to. As my voice is not one to even sing popular music let alone opera yet I was told that my body more then sufficed for the role I was given. It being a role in which I had to demonstrate my muscular physique and not venture beyond walking on stage in a costume whose limited generosity covered but my root while a light string hung between my cheeks. It being my body which the audience was exposed to that did not even include my face.
As this was kept from the audience's view thanks to a mask. A mask which cast upon me the image of an evil character or a nameless one of lust. Naturally, in all this I was given an explanation as to why I was being asked to wear a mask. I however did not care about the issue and therefore did not pay any mind to the logic behind my having to wear a mask just to walk on to a stage and carry Angela off it and do nothing else for the remainder of the opera.
The ovations continued as all of us took our turn bowing to the audience with yours truly being the one who did so first since unquestionably; mine was the least important role. Flowers rained upon the stage. All being as it had always been yet I was planning to take Angela in her dressing room in the way I saw that so many singers and directors wanted to but perhaps lacked the gusto that might permit them to do so. I had made up my mind as I had observed all that needed to be. Thus giving me the sensation of being like Hannibal at Cannae when he defeated the Romans in that historical battle. I as he did then, knew exactly what was required for me to obtain my desires. These including my Angela's rose as well as total victory over those who protected her from the sort of demands my root would be making upon her most intimate flower.
The curtain went down after the roar of applauds finally died down which led to the removal of the decorated smiles on the faces of the performers which were as false as my mask. These decorated images of joy being replaced with the anger and shouting which usually followed an opera performance with regards to who had sung what incorrectly or had failed to do that in the manner which he or she should have. It being as if the world of culture which had been presented had been but a mere spectacle which had ended when jealousy and cynicism were allowed to rear their hideous heads inside this so called bastion of opera. Angela Gheorghiu as was her habit or as I had seen many times, went about shouting to many about, most of whom knew that it was like the wind which blew and would not harm anything or anybody if allowed to simply pass by.
Angela seeming so enraged after this performance that she resembled a large bonfire which if one considers the matter, holds no danger to any who will not approach it beyond a distance which be safe; as it burns itself out during the hours of the night. I however had it in my desires that mine would be to burn in this fire till I was but an exhausted piece of wood which had been consumed by that which it had helped fuel. Angela Gheorghiu's voice wailed yet not as it did on stage but with less melody and more anger. This as Angela let know that she was upset though all were aware that it was but an effect of humor; spewing out and nothing which needed to bring about worry in anybody.
It was after the opera that Angela Gheorghiu went over to her dressing room. Myself following at a distance which permitted me to see where she was going but also lent itself that I might not be apparent in my intensions to the one I had decided to take in sexuality. Angela Gheorghiu, my eyes did see as she entered her dressing room and as I spotted her doing so I held back and waited that none might be about to see the moment when I opened her door. I knowing full well that penetrating the sanctity of this chamber would not be difficult considering there was neither lock nor key which might prevent my will from bursting in on Angela in her moments of privacy.
I waited just long enough that all those going to their respective dressing rooms might get to them so that none would be any of the wiser to the fact that I had entered Angela Gheorhiu's dressing room. I got closer and as I did, a spot of nerve entered my being yet upon thought of Angela Gheorghiu's body; it turned in to the boldness I would need. It being of the kind which would allow me to simply burst in to Angela's dressing room without as much as a knock but the gentle yet brisk opening of the door which would be followed by the same action to close it behind me.
Angela Gheorghiu, naturally saw me and my mask yet it was not my face her eyes focused on but my body which apart from the slight underwear was almost totally nude. It being this sight which made pink dots upon her breasts appear through the gown she wore. Angela Gheorghiu, apparently still not wearing any undergarments which might serve as an obstruction to the vision of her lovely rose which had practically soaked through to the point that my eyes fed from its sight.
Angela Gheorghiu's desire however or what had appeared to be as such was quickly transformed in to anger. As she in a steady voice which did not shout as it claimed "How dare you come in to my dressing room without knocking, not that you should come in to it at all now get out before I call security and have you fired!". This as her eyes tried to present their bravest and most deranged side that I might take flight from her room. I however laughed as if hearing the threats of a child, who has not the will nor power to deliver upon them and replied "Go ahead call security all they can do is throw me out and as for getting me fired so what? I will loose some sticking job on which I make a lousy fucking 20 dollars in 3 hours to show my body to bunch of snobs who don't even give a shit. I make a lot more money in one of hour of stripping for real woman at the club where I work at than I do here in front of those old mummies." with a calmness of teeth clenched which seemed to perhaps irritate her more than anything else.
At this point, Angela seemed confused. As it was obvious that she had expected me to run in fear like the so often referred to dog with its tail between its hind legs yet I mocked her in my reply which swatted her threat like a boxer might do with a badly thrown punch. It also being my confidence and calmness which seemed to both frighten and excite her. This being the very trait which I used in my real profession of male strip teaser. It being the one which simplified my approaching hysterical women with all the calmness of a surgeon to simply flaunt my body's bounties while they placed generous tips down my strings. This while their hands were accompanied by desires to touch me in ways which they sometimes paid to do so in private.
Angela Gheorhiu did not know what to say or do. As in the game I played which was the poker of those who call somebody's bluff; I had called hers. Angela's pride would not let her shout out that she might need help and she would have to explain that I had entered the room without permission. Angela now fully realizing that I did not care in the very least if I lost my job or not which had been her other weapon to convince me to leave her room.
I then got even closer to Angela Gheorghiu than I already was to where I was standing above her, who was sitting at a table in front of a large mirror which even I used when ever getting ready to go on stage. Angela upon seeing my body so close seemed to quiver as if taken on by the same desire of those ladies, who in their frenzy to stroke me even scare me ever slightly that in numbers; they might cause harm on to me. I was as close at that moment as I had been that very night when I carried her off the stage but this time Angela was aware of who I was as she looked at my mask.
"You will regret this you fucking bastard!" were her words which almost made me break out in laughter as her accent was one which made hers sound as if said in jest rather than in earnest. I then suddenly and without the slightest hint as to what I had in mind to do, took my mask off and threw it on the floor which made her look to the place where it landed and before she could turn her head to look at me. I placed my tongue in her mouth that ours might become a kiss in which hers was definite participation and not opposition. Ours was a kiss which was broken by my choosing to kneel in front of her which made her cry out "You will regret that too, you stupid asshole!".
"Stop wasting such a beautiful mouth on empty threats which even if you were to carry out would mean nothing to me and in life I have only regretted that which I have not done!" was my reply and the last words uttered before I simply decided that the moment was right for my root to strike. I, kneeling in front of Angela with her legs slightly open that her rose was exposed to me, simply drove my head between them that my tongue might find the moisture her intimacy had brought upon itself. It being the darting of my strongest muscle (pound per pound) inside her rose which prompted her fists to beat against my back and even head with furry yet soon after my taste had delighted in her nectar; did they became but arms which held tightly. Angela behaving as a child who feared to let go of her father while riding a rollercoaster which she felt she would fall from if her arms did not lock themselves on to something or perhaps somebody.
Angela Gheorghiu was light in my arms as I, after all am 186 cm tall with a physical strength which is far beyond most individuals. This allowing me to move Angela's body at will though at this point her will had become ours. This as with hands which held Angela's buttocks, I let her rose experience the force of my hunger for that which was but a taste of soprano.
I then took Angela and placed her on the carpeted floor, where she braced herself for the changing of the guards that would take place in her rose. It being my root which would soon be doing the same bidding for me that my tongue had just gotten through and though this moment might have been but a second or two; it seemed much longer as our eyes caught each other's and she my face for the first time. My face, in fact being average compared to my body which many had even compared to such greats as Schwarzenegger in his prime.
My muscles being those which could move what most could not however it was on this occasion that the force which I required from them was not more than that of any other man; who is but attempting to make love to any woman whose wishes have agreed upon the same idea. Angela being so willing to see my root conclude in her rose what my tongue had prepared it for that her arms and legs almost pushed me inside for ours to commence. My root was surely welcome and this Angela Gheorghiu's rose left no doubts about. As it squeezed and even tightened itself about that I might feel it beyond that part of me which was making its presence inside her.
Angela now looked upon me with lust as if she wanted to show me that she was capable of more with her body than mere show; just as my pride was aiming for the same goal. Angela's legs wrapping themselves around my body in imitation of some kind of wild animal trying to climb a tree yet hers did so that my root might seek deeper within whilst her nails drove themselves in to my back while her teeth paid equal considerations on to my shoulder. It being my blood which was being released by teeth and nails yet this but flattered my efforts rather than injured the body I took such care of though many of the women I encountered did not.
Angela and I were still not acquainted with each other yet this for the moment mattered not as I looked upon her as my mind stopped to ponder for a brief spell where I had led my body to. I was making love to the woman so many admired and came to see. It being a dream of my fantasy yet it held not connection with her voice nor the opera diva she was but simply that she was a woman like none I had ever seen in not only beauty but the personality so many lesser individuals might find arrogant. This as all the while I but saw the certainty in her which I also have that I might perform what I did. This also being that certain something which made Angela Gheoghiu what she was to all those who in their admiration, feared her to where they would not even attempt what I was doing though perhaps their desire was to no degree lesser than my own.
Our moment came or that which I called as such when passions collided in that split second which shakes our bodies like an earthquake and like one; it also seems to be a lot longer to those who are in it than it really is. Angela's body surprising me at this moment for having a lot more strength than it at first appeared to have. This as she clung on to me while all the while I delivered her with thumping hips as my mind grasped the idea that I was "Angela Gheoghiu's lover".
I finished and wished to make my presence scarce yet as I was about to leave, after having put on my costume; I heard Angela Gheorghiu cry out as she had done before in a way which challenged me more than anything else. "Stop, you are not a man but a rapist but do not worry I will not report you to the police as you know why but you raped me!". Upon hearing this I became confused as her words had not yielded clarity and where with any other woman I would have left with her I asked "Why do you make such accusations at me that call me a rapist?".
"You are a rapist, not a lover because a rapist abandons his work when he is done while a lover never abandons the struggle until hers and only her satisfaction has been reached. It being his task to perform the art of both making love along with sodomy to please that place so often ignored by women whose shyness prevents them from asking while their men are held in check by foolish trepidation.". This being her invitation and challenge on to my root that it might take her from where it up and till that point had never ventured in to any woman before. I must admit that it was at that moment that for the first time, I felt fear of what might happen if I did not perform what a woman was in a way both asking of me as well as imposing upon me. My mind being riddled with the concept that if I were to walk out without fulfilling Angela's request, I would be a failure as not only a lover but a man; whose abilities were not up to performing the duties demanded by the code of manhood.
I gazed upon Angela as perhaps a gunfighter might his opponent which contrary to sending shyness upon her prompted her to look upon me with tenderness which invited my affection playfully. Approaching her while I again removed my costume as she turned around to offer me her buttocks that my root might make use of their narrow entrance to the tune of mutual passion. It all seemed as a dream of the kind one is not even sure one had as I took my position behind Angela and felt that this was her will being imposed upon me; as mine perhaps at the start had been imposed upon her. I feeling like those other singers on stage, who Angela Gheorghiu so arrogantly bullies about to get her every caprice carried out yet I was giving my consent to what would not be a sacrifice in any way shape or form.
My hands took Angela by the waist as my root entered with not the strength of physical force but that of mutual desires. All to find ecstasy and deliver it with our bodies which guided by our fantasies were capable of so much which is not to either be seen nor described. The excitement was incredible as it matched bungee jumping as Angela's loud moans approached screams while my root did on to this part of her anatomy as it had done on to her rose.
All the while my hands taking wanted liberties with Angela's breasts which hung so delicately as my body slammed in to hers which seemed to be declaring with bravado that it could take anything which mine could dish out. It being this message which her sparkling eyes seemed to be sending out to mine which in contrast; saw her with an affection which they had never cast upon any other woman before.
Ours came to an end as we lay next to each other in total exhaustion from what must have been two hours of the kind of dialog which holds no envy to the kind which requires words. I feeling in my deep emotions and being that I was Angela Gheorghiu's lover which she did not need to mention; for our understanding was complete.
Angela, seeing that our opera was over or at least till the next time, gently got on top of me so she might look in to my eyes with an expression I could tell was exclusive to those dear. Angela's skin upon mine being so soothing as her breasts rested upon my body while my hand massaged her tender bottom. Angela's words at this moment declaring "A lover always takes his lady out to dinner after he has exhausted her with beauty and never tires of pleasing her with delight". This making me feel that contrary to all those women who had but used my body for a while; Angela was making me her lover to include all that one should be.
About the Author
My name is Gianni Truvianni, author of many an article to be found on the internet along with the book "New York's Opera Society". My works also include the books "What Should Not Matter", "Love Your Sister" and several others which still remain unpublished though I am presently looking to change this.
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