(Of having been owned) Like heroine usage or so I imagine, it's easy to fall off the wagon of sobriety. We had just finished our biggest job and celebrated a bit, people had gone off to home or wherever. I was in Paris learning the city. Going here and there finding cool spots. Occasionally I would look at the business card of Danica one of my bosses, but life would call. Had a hotel with pool and hot tub, did a lot of tanning besides roaming. One restless night I sent Danica a short text telling her where I was in case she wanted to join me. She was a self proclaimed predator and I suppose if you invited such to join you, you had a reason.
I was sleeping on a towel by the pool when she walked up and joined me. We swam and chatted and eyeballed each other a good while. Had a lot of eye sex. Finally we went inside as she said she was hungry. She ordered room service of us both, an early dinner and I took a power nap on the couch waiting. I was halfway expecting to be in cuffs when I woke up but no such luck.
After dinner we had drinks and cigars on the balcony. My plan was to just be with her and wait for the inevitable moment when she would make her move and enjoy the moment. But it went on for days. She enjoyed teasing me and noticing my arousals. I wonder if that was a theme with porn stars. Anyway we were together a week already sleeping in the same bed and hadn't fucked yet. She was chatty like bree which I liked and I was getting to know her well and to be honest at my age sex was really not a priority any more. But still part of me wondered what the hell was going on.
