At the risk of sounding completely and utterly full of myself, I am very pleased to discover I am becoming somewhat addictive.

I am being requested over at French Guy's place for the second time this week. It's a first in our short sexual history, but it is true that Monday night was erm, (I am looking for the right word there) fucking mind-blowing. I can't think of anything more accurate to describe it.
It probably was the best sex I ever had, and seeing French Guy's face at those particular moments (the mirror on the ceiling certainly helped), I'm quite convinced he had his fare share of fun too...

It looks like I got him hooked. And I am still pondering whether this is a good thing or not.
And I still wonder how can sex with someone when there is no actual feelings from both parts involved (let's be honest there), can still work after that many times, and even get better each time...? How is this possible?

Of course, it's a great ego booster and it's giving me an incredible sense of power, but, knowing the man is probably as machiavelian as I am, I can't help but wonder what he would be capable of to reverse the roles...
Scary, and I am probably the worst paranoiac in London.

Who cares if we both know that we're purely using eachother for sex? There's no law against that, is there?
So I guess I should stop worrying and just show up there in a few hours...
And that really shouldn't prevent me from attending that fabulous Anti-Valentines party next week with my girlfriends, should it?