#90´s trance

[randomvarious]

Today's mix:

Ministry of Sound: Trance Nation: America Two by ATB / George Acosta 2001 Trance / Progressive Trance

Really wasn't fully captivated by either of these trance and progressive trance mixes from ATB and George Acosta that were issued as a double-disc exclusively in the US in '01 by the gargantuan superclub-label Ministry of Sound. Both have some pretty decent moments on them, but there are undoubtedly other mixes from around this same time period that're consistently better.

Some of the best parts of ATB's mix are, somewhat ironically I guess, two of the biggest commercial trance smashes of the turn-of-the-millennium era, in Safri Duo's "Played Alive (The Bongo Song)" and Ian van Dahl's worn-out vocal classic, "Castles in the Sky." But not too long after that, ATB loses me with his own cornily acidic remix of Nino Lopez Project's "Experience," and then fails to regain my interest thereafter.

George Acosta, on the other hand, gets his bangers out of the way pretty early on, with a sublime and euphoric five-song run that consists of Lexos' "The Key," a remix of Steve Morley's "Sacred City" by Shane aka Ronald van den Beuken, "Exhale" by System F aka Ferry Corsten, "Sun" by Slusnik Luna, and "Surreal" by Free Radical. And while "Exhale" and "Sun" were both huge especially, it doesn't appear that the other three made it onto too many other mixes during this time period, so in addition to sequencing the songs well, Acosta deserves some points for the originality in his selection on that whole leg too.

My main problem with his mix, overall, though, is that it feels a bit too inorganically forced after that. Being that we're dealing with an entity like Ministry of Sound here, we have to keep in mind that their DJs on these releases have to select the immense and shiny tunes that play at MoS' own clubs too; their main impetus for putting out DJ mixes like these, after all, is to get your ass into their clubs or to get your ass to their events. And that doesn't necessarily mean that the music's then bad, but it does seem to naturally open up an ample opportunity for commerce to take precedence over art, because while true music fans of pretty much any stripe are not too keen on their favorite genre(s) being commercially exploited, you gotta think that in order for MoS to make their money hand over fist like they do, they have to lean into that commercial aspect of the music in order to make it easier to draw more people to their sets. And it's fine if you like the music that results from that strategy (like I said before, I dig stuff like "Castles in the Sky" too), but a monumentally tall melody alone is not something that's ever going to wow me, personally—I'll always find it a bit hokey if you think you can just get away with a honking blare, and a lot of trance tracks, like the "Arome remix" of DJ Scot Project's "O (Overdrive)" that Acosta closes his set out with here, makes for a prime example. But that's the sound that ultimately sells and fills out the big, cavernous rooms that those songs were made for in the first place, so, I mean, what can you do? 🤷

In the end, Ministry of Sound only ever put out two releases in this Trance Nation: America subseries of theirs, and I'm not sure exactly why they stopped, but it seems they couldn't really figure out how to market trance to enough Americans via DJ mixes in order to make the venture worthwhile. Seems like in other music arenas, such as pop, execs have decent ideas of what Americans typically like and what different sectors of Europe like, but when it came to trance more specifically, Ministry of Sound couldn't figure out a way to really crack the code Stateside. But maybe they didn't even really try too hard in the first place and tried to sell these two discs to Americans just because. Either way, I wouldn't really recommend either of them, despite both of them having some merits.

Listen to CD1 here. Listen to CD2 here.

Highlights:

CD1:

Push - "Strange World" Delerium - "Innocente (Mr. Sam's The Space Between Us mix)" Coast 2 Coast - "Home" Smike van Art & A.J. Sonic - "Medusa (Fridge remix)" Safri Duo - "Played Alive (The Bongo Song) (original mix)" Ian van Dahl feat. Marsha - "Castles in the Sky (extended mix)" Barthezz - "On the Move (DuMonde mix)"

CD2:

Lexos - "The Key" Steve Morley - "Sacred City (Shane remix)" System F - "Exhale" Slusnik Luna - "Sun" Free Radical - "Surreal"

[posthumanwanderings]

Hard Trance Live 1998 (Dj chipstyler special)

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Megadeth - Almost Honest [Danny Saber Mix]

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Namlook V by Namlook FAX +49-69/450464 1994 Ambient / Trance / Ambient Techno

[indigoheaven001]

Indigo Heaven (formally Auden) - Element Remixes (2020)

Singles covers and shoots.

[knightofleo]

Vitesse X | Repress Reprise

[mysongdaily]

‘Surely there’s time to be with me.’

[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

Ok, but no this s*** is bomb

If you're not old enough to remember this you need to shut yourself in a room, smoke something, and allow yourself to be educated

This was like one of those bands that people either loved, or they hated it publicly in front of other people and still secretly listened to it when they were by themselves

Like the techno trance version of Enya, or those South American pan pipe covers

The "cool kids" were all Gatecrasher ravers

[entheo-music]

Peter Lazonby - "Sacred Cycles" /Original video 1994/

Peter Lazonby - "Sacred Cycles" /Original video 1994/

[mitjalovse]

There are some musicians whose introductions don't change much in the long run. For instance, Chicane had a great debut and his career is still going on, but we mustn't forget – the LPs don't matter for him. Yes, I'm selling them short – they're fine, most of the times –, though he belongs on a dance floor, which means that any album can mostly serve as an approximation of him concerting. Remember what I said a long time ago – the players like him, i.e. trance DJs, have their own set of rules, they have their own world to attend to, where the outside doesn't really equate much. While the idioman visit the charts, they do not mean much to their gigs, which remain the main reason for their tunes. True, I may be overexagerrating here, the reality is somewhere else.

[randomvarious]

1997 London Playlist

Back with another little update to a London underground playlist, this time for the year of 1997. This week we've got a trip hop beaut' from the one and only DJ Vadim, an electronic and alt hip hop stalwart who is originally from Russia but was raised in London. In May of '97, Vadim dropped an EP called Conquest of the Irrational, which was then followed up in Japan that same year with his third LP, U.S.S.R. Reconstruction (Theories Explained). '98 would then see the release of this album more widely.

On U.S.S.R. Reconstruction, you won't find an original version of "Conquest of the Irrational" itself, but what you will find instead is a similarly-titled song that was remixed by Copenhagen hip hop production trio The Prunes called "Theme from Conquest of the Irrational." This is a track with a lurking, sort-of cinematic 60s spy thriller vibe to it, which was a sound that definitely came back en vogue in the late 90s, as nostalgia for a retrofuturist cocktail lounge aesthetic became a little bit of a thing. And it has a pretty similar sonic palette to a song like Mos Def’s Yasiin Bey’s “Auditorium,” feat. Slick Rick too, which came out more than a decade after this tune, and was produced by Madlib. This remix also appeared on Parisian Kid Loco's excellent DJ-Kicks mix in 1999, and it currently has over 68.5K plays on Spotify.

DJ Vadim - "Theme from Conquest of the Irrational (Remix by The Prunes)"

And then for the YouTube update, we've got that song, plus one more that really can't be found on Spotify at all: a remix of Indiana alt rock/dream pop darling Lisa Germano's "Lovesick," done by London's own Trevor Jackson. Now, you may be more acquainted with Jackson under his Playgroup moniker, but before he ever donned that name, another one he used was Underdog.

And *the official version* of this Underdog remix is of way more of a trip hop bent than it is breakbeat, but the version that I’m supplying you all with this week is the one that appeared on that Kid Loco DJ-Kicks mix. This one appears to be blended with the beat from the preceding song in that mix, whose official version I can’t even find on YouTube, called “Culture Consumers,” by a short-lived duo called Tongue. Like much of the rest of that mix, this song makes for some truly heady and totally stoned trippery, but it also comes with some pretty dissonant guitar noise too! Currently hovering at around 72K YouTube plays.

Lisa Germano - "Lovesick (Underdog Rmx)"

And this playlist is also on YouTube Music.

So this update now brings us up to 13 songs on Spotify that clock in at a total of 84 minutes, and then on YouTube we've got 22 songs that run for a total of 147 minutes. And if you really want some of those underground London '97 goodies, you'll give that YouTube one a listen, because in addition to the Underdog remix of Lisa Germano, what you'll also find on there are a couple gems from incredible IDM artist Freeform; a version of Groove Armada's all-time chillout classic, "At the River," that appeared on a 2000 Fatboy Slim mix with it mashed-up with the drums from Underworld's "Born Slippy;" a hard-to-find house remix by Dimitri From Paris of acid jazz group The Brand New Heavies; and an excellently bouncy house remix of the gone-way-too-soon Wildchild's "Renegade Master" that was done by duo Stretch & Vern. All highly terrific stuff! 👍👍👍

And here's some more 90s London playlists for you too!:

1995 London: YouTube / YouTube Music 1996 London: Spotify / YouTube / YouTube Music 1998 London: YouTube / YouTube Music 1999 London: YouTube / YouTube Music

Next week, some future jazz!

Enjoy!

More to come, eventually. Stay tuned!

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[posthumanwanderings]

Toronto - Skydome (trance, 1997)

[pick-me-up-im-scared]

heyy loveee !!

I don’t know if this is super weird, but yk what a hurricane shot is ? I was thinking maybe bartender!ellie giving a hurricane shot to reader. (and smut in bar bathroom maybe ??) hmm idk, js an idea!

What Can I Get For You, Cutie? (Ellie Williams x Reader) (Smut)

⚠️Warning!⚠️: This story contains smut, slapping and consumption of alcohol

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It was all your friends idea. You didn’t even know what it was. But based on their unstoppable giggles you should have known. You made your way through the packed club, being waaay closer to people than you wanted to, before finally making it to the bar. You let out a sigh as you placed your hands on the countertop, as if to compose yourself. Despite the few shots you’ve taken before this the nerves still crept up on you. You eyed the girl you’ve been gushing over the whole night as she prepared a drink for a girl who barely looks old enough to get in. You found it odd and you couldn’t help but wonder if she got in thanks to a successful fake ID. But you soon shook the thought out of your head. Who are you to wonder about that? Are you the police? Your eyes went back to the bartender who worked her skilled hands behind the desk. Grabbing different utensils before neatly putting them back in place. Despite the busy and noisy environment she kept her focus, zeroing in on the cocktail glass in front of her. She’s experienced. You stretched over the countertop a little more, just so you could see her slender fingers grasping the tequila bottl-

“Hey, (y/n)!” was announced loudly behind you before a hand was placed on your shoulder. You jumped at the unexpected touch, but relaxed when you turned around to see Bailey, one of the people who forced you out tonight. Also, your best friend since middle school. It’s one of those friendships that would have never happened if you hadn’t met each other when you were 9. Growing up you kinda chose different paths in life, and if it wasn’t for you magically choosing the same collage you’re pretty sure you’d never see her again.

“Hey!” Bailey yelled, getting the gorgeous girl behind the bar’s attention. Her pretty emerald eyes made eye contact with your friend, almost making you jealous cause you wish you would have the pleasure of looking into them. “She wants to order once you’re done!” she said while pointing at you, giving away one of her charming smirks. You quickly got pulled out of your trance and widened your eyes in terror. “Nonononono!” you felt the embarrassment creeping up on you as you tried to waft away her hand. Somehow the thought of the pretty girl not knowing you'd ever existed seemed more pleasing than having your friend get her attention as if you're a kid who can´t make an order for themselves.

But the bartender looked you over before giving you a little smirk followed by a nod to assure she heard Bailey’s statement. You hid your face in your hands as you slowly hunched over the bar desk that smelled of spilled alcohol. You're pretty sure you're hair soaked up a worthy of $90 of drinks, but you couldn´t care less. The embarrassment of looking at the perfect girl after this interaction was way more horrible. Bailey just chuckled at your act. She knew you hated stuff like this, but she’s pretty sure you’ll thank her after. “Good luck, (y/n)” she whispered in your ear before giving you a friendly back dunk, harder than usual. “Ow!” you threw out as you looked back at her making her way to the rest of the group again.

“What can I get for you, cutie?” you turned around to be met with one of the pretties smiles you've ever seen. Even thought it´s used to drain your bank account you can´t help but feel a little giggly inside. She placed her hands on the worktop in front of her as she leaned in, waiting for your order. All while wearing that smirk that´d make you throw your credit card at her. You lost the ability to think for a second. If anyone asked for your name you're not sure you´d be able to give it. She´s even more gorgeous up close. Freckles decorated her face and the glimes of the décolletage behind the button up shirt. You sure got a thing for freckles, but the girls you've hooked up with before couldn´t even compare. Seeing all the things you couldn´t from the distance before would keep you busy for days. Being able to point out all the things that made her unique while combing your fingers through her shoulder-length, auburn hair would be the dream. She even got a cut in her eyebrow! Like the one every lesbian guide tells you to get. Except this one looks like a real scar, which makes it 10x hotter. You're willing to risk it all for a girl you don´t even know the name of.

“Hi” you nervously laughed, “I, uhm….I would like a….”. Ellie found you absolutely adorable as you stumbled over your words, while you wanted to bash your head open on the fucking desk in front of you! She made sure to keep a soft expression while patiently waiting for you to get your order out. She’s no new to nervous costumers, though she more often come across more cuddly people who has a hard time standing up by themselves. Patience is key when you have a costumer who’s having a hard time getting their words out. Little does she know her face is the exact reason you're stubbling over your words like a fucking moron. “…..a hurricane shot, please”.

Considering Ellie's been kinda wishing you’d come over and make an order all night she almost thought her mind was playing a trick on her. She payed attention to you pretty early. Whenever the bar was rather slow she’d steal a few glances at you. Searching the room for your cute face. Usually everyone in this type of surrounding looks kinda the same, but something about your body language caught Ellie's attention. She could bet money you're not the one who came up with the idea to come here. Your uncomfortable and displeased manner sure made Ellie crack a smile. You seemed so out of place and somehow that amused her. Despite not thinking you'd stay more than 30 minutes she still hoped you'd made an order. Just so she could get the chance to interact with you. So hearing you order that made her think you could read her mind. But you looked innocent enough to not mean it in that way.

Guys would usually order a hurricane shot when they thought the bartender was super hot. Probably a weird degrading kink or something. You had made it very clear you found the bartender really attractive from the second you laid your eyes on her. And your friends insisted on you taking the next order, specifically asking for said shot. You had never heard of it before, but you’re open to try anything. Ellie´s questionable expression made you think she hadn´t heard you over the blasting music. But before you could repeat your last sentence, an octave higher this time, she asked with a chuckle “Are you sure?"

You nodded, though your mind was hesitant. What the fuck could this be if even the bartender seems hesitant? A mixture of all their strongest liquor? Ellie lets out another chuckle as she shakes her head in disbelief, mumbling "As you wish". She placed a shot glass in front of you on the desk, effortlessly grabbing the vodka bottle to fill it up. Once she´s done she turns around to grab a water glass and fill it up from the tap. Your eyebrow frowned, but you assume you have to trust the progress. But the wrinkles remained when she placed the untouched glass of water beside the shot. "There you go!" Ellie announced, sliding the two glasses closer to you. The gears in your head were working hard. Is this it? A vodka shot and a useless glass of water? Or is this some type of inside joke? What am I suppose to do first? Drink the shot or the water? Or is it one of those submarine ones where you’re supposed to drop the shot into the glass? Then what’s the point of the shot?

You reached over and grabbed the small glass with the strong liquor. As you did you notice Ellie making her way around the bar, on her way to....you. You widened your eyes and quickly looked down at your lap. You could feel her presence beside you, but you didn’t dare look her way. Thought you did pay attention to the black, beat up converse right beside your barstool. An awkward silence took over. Despite the loud music you could hear the cartoon crickets. Ellie waited another few seconds before breaking the silence “Sooo…are you gonna do it?”. “Ehm….I-I actually don’t-.....I don´t know what to do“ you finished with an awkward laugh. Why did you even get an order you knew nothing about? This is the last time you'll agree on something Bailey says.

Ellie was a little surprised by your statement, but it reassured her prediction you hadn’t come up with the order yourself. Someone told you to. A quick glance over her shoulder left no questions about it. Your friend group could barely contain their laughter as they watched the interaction between you two. Ellie shifted her attention back on you again. Your unsure eyes eyeing your recent order made you look so lost, so….innocent.

“Ellie!” both of you shot your head in the direction of the girl’s voice. “Hurry up! You need to come back and take up more orders” her stressed out coworker complained. Ellie? So that’s her name. “Yeah, yeah, I’m on it” she replied with a not so joyful tone, but it quickly switch when she turned back to you. "Do you, uhm......do you want me to tell you what it is?" Ellie could feel her usual confidence slowly wash off. Something about you didn´t just make her feel hot. It made her feel...nervous. She felt too much sympathy for you to just slap you across the face without warning. Every muscle in her body screamed at her to not do it! To just give you the shot as it is and claim you've got a hurricane shot. But considering your friends close eye on you she didn’t want to be called in by her boss and be yelled at for not doing a correct order. She’s here to do her job, take up orders and make sure the costumers are satisfied.

“Ellie! Just do it!��� the other bartender once again interrupted, stressing Ellie even more. She let out a sign before handing you the shot glass, guiding you to take it. You do as informed, a little shocked at the touch of her skin on yours. It took everything in you not to make a face when the strong liquor hits your tastebuds, but you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of Ellie. Not more than you already have.

Ellie hesitantly grabbed the glass of water on the counter, shaking more than she should. She gave you a quick glance before throwing it your way. The cold water hits you right in the face, ruining any chances of your makeup still looking good considering the sweaty bar atmosphere. The couple sitting behind you turned around after feeling some of the droplets hitting them too. You let out a surprised gasp, louder than it would have been if you could have controlled it. But you didn’t have much time to think before you felt a sudden sting on your left cheek. Despite Ellie holding back as her hand meets your rosy face it still was a proper slap. And the water didn’t make it any better, just adding onto the burning feeling.

Oddly enough it felt like the whole bar had stopped at the sound of the smack. Of course that wasn’t the case, the music was still loud enough to be heard 6 blocks away. But you’re sure a few people turned their heads to look. You on the other hand were in complete shock. Your jaw was hanging low, eyes looking like they might fall out any second. And Ellie’s face was no different, though she tried to keep it professional. You were both completely frozen. You raised your hand and softly graced your abused cheek. The sting made you flinch a little, and you’re sure Ellie saw it cause her eyes switched from shock to utter pity. But before she was able to reach out and help you whip away the mascara that’s currently making streaks down your cheeks the same girl who’s been stressing her grabbed her by the arm and janked her back behind the bar. Thought Ellie’s eyes never let you. Baliey came running down with one of the other girls to help you down from the barstool. Ellie couldn’t hear what she told you, but based on her expression she seems thrilled, in comparison to you. A lump in her stomach started to form and a huge wave of guilt hit her like a wave. But she’s quickly forced back into the stressful tempo of being a bartender.

The leather seat felt nice as Bailey crashed you down beside her on her previous spot. Another one of the girls, Nathalie, come running with a bundle of paper towels. Bailey grabbed them one by one as she tried to dry you up without having too much of your makeup coming off with it. While the third girl, Lindsay, tried to dry up the remains of the water from your hair and clothes. “So……” Bailey began “Did you like it?”. You gave her a death stare that was enough to draw out an amused laugh from her. But matter of fact the wet stain in your underwear has been bothering you ever since Ellie’s hand left your cheek. But you couldn’t let Bailey know that. “Next time, don’t bring me into one of your weird kinks” you playfully said while rolling your eyes. Lindsay chuckled while throwing another crunched up paper towel in the near by trash can. Bailey smirked “But you thought she was hot, right?”. You nodded your head, looking up as she tried to correct the smudge eyeshadow on your lower lash line.

When the girls was done helping you to look as representable as possible with the circumstances everyone went back to their previous conversation. Almost like they completely forgot about the event that had just taken place. But you sure didn´t. How could you? The hottest girl you've ever seen had just slapped you across your face. You´d never tried anything like this before, but if Ellie were the one doing it you'd gladly take another round.

You made sure to sneak a few glances at the bar, not long enough to catch any of your friends attention. You could see Ellie effortlessly move around behind the desk, looking like she was built for the job. Her coworker whispered something in her ear that made her burst out in laughter. Oh my god, she’s perfect. As she continued to put the clean drink glasses in the rack her eyes locked with...you. You quickly turned your head towards your friend group, pretending as if you´d been apart of their conversation the whole time. Ellie chuckled for herself at your cute act. She couldn´t believe you still had problem looking her in the eyes after your latest exchange. The guilt was still there, though it looks like you’d repaired pretty well. She turned around to grab another batch of the glasses from the dishwasher that Sophie, her coworker for the night, had brought over to her. But when she spun around she´s met with a familiar pair of eyes that had issues looking into hers.

You nervously played with your fingers under the desk as you tired to not embarrass yourself any further. "I, um.....can I have another one?" you asked with a hesitation. Ellie smirked "Another what?". She was 99% sure she knew what you referred to, but she wanted you to say it. You took a deep breath, pushing away any nagging thoughts "A hurricane shot. Can I get another hurricane shot?". She could see her imprint starting to form on your chubby cheek. Ellie gave you another smirk before saying "How about you save your money and hold on for second?". You gave her a confused look but mumbled a "Okay". She nodded as if to reassure herself, "Good! I'll be right back!". You observed as Ellie mumbled something to Sophie before making her way to the back. Still confused you tried to build an idea of what she was up to.

After a few minutes a pair of hands grabbed onto your shoulders, making you jump. You thought it was either Bailey who had spotted you and now knew you had lied about going to the bathroom, or a creep who tried to make a move on you. But neither of them were right, cause the face that met you when you turned around belong to the bartender who´s got you wrapped around her finger. "Hi" she said while giving you another one of her charming smiles. God, just take my card and clear it already! "Hey" you answered with a nervous giggle. She didn´t waste another second before grabbing your wrist and drag you past the dance floor. She tried to avoid mixing DNA with the dedicated dancers that filled the floor.

You looked down at her hand firmly holding onto your wrist and saw a tattoo wrapped around her forearm that you somehow hadn´t noticed before. “Wait, where are we going?” you confusedly asked while trying to keep up with her footsteps. She glanced back at you before answering “You wanted to get slapped again, right? Or did you like the taste of the vodka shot so much you had to get another one?”. You made a face at the memory of the aftertaste that Ellie was able to see before turning her attention forward again. "No, you're right" you admitted while feeling your cheeks starting to heat up. “Right. So I’m just doing my job” she shrugged. Your heart skipped a beat at the realization. "Wait, wait, wait. I-I don´t even know your name". Lie. You sucked up that information the second her coworker said it the first time. But you didn't want to admit you'd payed such close attention to it. "Ellie” she said nonchalantly “My name is Ellie”. “Well, nice to meet you, Ellie. My name is-“ “(y/n). I know” Ellie interrupt. You were confused “Your friend said it pretty loud. I’m not sure anyone in this club missed it”. You laughed, she’s pretty funny too.

As the toilets came in view you could feel your nerves starting to freak out. Ellie opened the door to one of the unoccupied toilets while gesturing with her hand for you to go in “Ladies first”. You made your way into the cramped up booth, but before you got the chance to open your mouth Ellie spun you around and crashed her lips on yours. She quickly pulled away and a deep shade took over her face "I´m sorry, I´ve been wanting to do that all night, but maybe you-" you put your lips on hers to make her shut up. You found it rather amusing how you were the one stumbling over your words, but now she's the one being nervous. "I´ve wanted this too, Ellie. I´ve been eyeing you this whole night" you reasured her. "Yeah, I´ve noticed that" she added with a cocky smirk as her hand slide up your skirt.

You playfully hit her on the shoulder "I´m not the one slapping people in the face!". "You were the one ordering it!" Ellie quickly defended herself. "Yeah, yeah" you mumbled "Now come over here. I wanna see what those talented fingers can do". “Yeah? Oh, I’ll show you just how talented they are” she added while sliding her hand underneath your underwear. A cocky smile took over her face when her fingers met your mess “You really like being slapped, huh?”. You rolled your eyes and hit her on the shoulder again. She didn’t waist any more time before slowly sliding in her middle finger in your wet hole. You let out a satisfied moan, not believing this is actually happening. Ellie pays close attention to your blissful face as she moves her finger in a steady pace. “One more. Please, one more”, she quickly lined up another one of her fingers to your entrance before pushing it in. The stretch was everything you looked for, so when Ellie’s knuckles meet your wet folds your eyes uncontrollably rolled to the back of your head.

You took a steady grip on the color of her white shirt as she continued to slide her slender fingers into you. “Fuck, Ellie!” You moaned, letting your head hit the graffiti covers wall. Your jaw was slack as all sorts of sounds left your mouth for anyone in the bathroom to hear. And that’s when it happened. A slap to your left cheek made your eyes shot right open to land on Ellie’s concentrated face. The same hand then grabbed a hold on your face as she force you closer to hers. “Who knew you were such a slut, huh? Getting this needy from a hurricane shot” she mumbled close to your face. You let out a whine before desperately grabbing onto her outwashed, black jeans. But her hand leaves your face to stop you from pulling down her zipper. “I don’t have much time, pretty. I need to get back out there. So let’s focus on you. I know you’ve been uncomfortable for long enough with such a mess in your panties”.

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Spaceglider by Der Dritte Raum Ultra Records 1999 Trance / Techno