Just like last night, Doug is giving the crowd the musical experience of their lives. The DiCarto sound has evolved into something so brilliantly unique, it stirs the revellers into a melodic mania.
His skills as both a producer and a DJ, give the clubbers distinctive thrusting beats and evocative arrangements that simply become a euphoric soundscape. Track after booming track, the crowd goes wild. Craving for more from their divine-like DJ.
Hands are high in the air. Bodies rise and fall to the atmospheric symphony of sounds. Hearts rush as we all ride the crest of the DiCarto wave. The thought of one day being up on that stage with him, fills me with a breathtaking high. Watching Doug up in the big DJ booth, I watch him with yearning awe. He can't see me, but I can see all of the amazing him. From where he animatedly stands, he's manipulating us all with his music.
His sounds surge through our souls.
His beats pound along with our hearts.
To be able to do that, is a glorious gift. And while I watch him up there, losing myself to his explosive grooves and surreal loops—I want him.
His music makes me high.
He makes me high.
As I dance within the shoal of jubilating clubbers, I know that I don't want to leave Ibiza without kissing him. I don't want to get on that plane and not have the smell of him all over me.
Maybe I'm not thinking straight?
Maybe I'm just getting carried away on the crest of that DiCarto wave?
But not thinking straight and getting carried away on that DiCarto wave, feels so amazingly good right now.
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Impatiently, I wait to see Doug. I wait to see him emerging through the lively and energetic revellers. When I do see him, he's caught in the clutch of his adoring clubbers.
They paw at him.
Fawn all over the astounding DJ that he is.
Girls thrust themselves in front of his overcrowded path, while guys launch loud praise and compliments his way. It's taking him quite some time to get anywhere, so I decide to just make my very impatient way to him.
This is me being bold.
Being a little possessive of a man I have no solid claim to.
But when Doug sees me pushing my way towards him, he starts doing the very same. There always seems to be an unseen force that magnetises us to one another.
The force is overwhelming.
It's powerful.
Primal.
"Does that set get the Fenner seal of approval?" Doug forwardly asks with a slightly slanted grin as we each come into one another's personal space.
My gaze on him is one that is fuelled by lust; uninhibited and greedy lust. Not caring what he thinks, or indeed what anyone else thinks; I hook my hand around the back of his neck and let my mouth root itself onto his.
This kiss is going to be reckless.
This kiss is going to be a little debauched.
It's going to be an all out pleasure-seeking kiss.
With my lips planted firmly onto his mouth, they satisfyingly start moving with his—delectably determined and sexily firm and slow.
As first kisses go, it's a scorcher!
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