Champagne and all things enchanting and sexual
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It's on windy days like today that she flies so beautifully. She comes alive in the wind. Flapping so freely.......dancing, child-like, with enchanted delight. Ah yes, the pirate flag atop the Camps Bay Castle is synonymous with the life of fun and pleasure.

Look at her go

Whilst our skull-and-crossbones wielding cousins on the high seas have gained a reputation of violence , theft and danger - our intentions are quite amiable. Rascals we may be, but certainly with no ill-intentions unbecoming of men of stature.

A neighbour asked for the flag to be removed the one weekend, because she was hosting a dinner party at her house. She didn't want her friends to think that she lived near to pirates! Don't worry, my darling - you know that we aren't REALLY pirates, don't you?

Ladies and gentleman. Welcome to the summer of love at The Camps Bay Castle. Situated just below the house that looks like a wedding cake, there is no mistaking its glory and energy radiating from within.

God, she is glorious!

Magic and mystery, love and desire..

When discussing The Castle with other members of the general public, you will find yourself running into people claiming they are aware of it. Remind them it is the one with the pirate flag. They will carry on a bit about the one they "saw in the paypah" and the fact that it is in "The Glen" and is "on the market." That is when you casually reply, "Oh no it's not that one. That one is.... a castle......... a castle for poofters!"

THE Castle is very different. You'll find all other wannabe "castles" lacking the kind of lifestyle befitting a couple of Lords, welcoming the summer from the bastion of bachelordom. A place where the combined smell of champagne and Piz Buin fills the air, forming a magical wanton mix of excitement and allure. A place where hip-hop on the iPod flows seamlessly into country on vinyal and Mozart slips into Elvis in the blink of an eye. A haven of colourful beach towels, hammocks, splashing water and blow-up beach balls. Play nicely, angels.

The Kitesurfer..
..dealing with bigger issues than you could comprehend

Fair maidens are urged to succumb to the enticing feast of sumptuousness. Your champagne wishes will come true, as you prepare fabulous over-sized salads with Danish feta, rocket (Whoops! You smashed your glass! I'll get you another one - hah hah hah!) and ancient parmesan; whilst the Lords of the Manor discuss money and power over whiskey and beer - constantly praising your attention to detail and your sweet.......sweet smile. Just don't misbehave - unless it's a hiding you're after..

Mmm.... it's so nice..

And don't panic if time seems to slip away, and night becomes near - for there are fires to be lit and blankets to be worn. You just sit over there, darling, and enjoy the international fashion magazines (we simply have to get you that handbag!) peppered with Hello!'s and Vanity Fairs. You deserve it, gorgeous..... after all....you played so nicely today..

Shh!.....

Touch yourself..

I love you...
 

Seth Rotherham
Editor
2oceansvibe.com
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