There is something inherently seductive about going on a luxury cruise with an older man. During our first winter together, my older man, Patrick, booked us on a French cruise. I loved brushing up on my French language skills.
As was his habit, Patrick arranged all of this without telling me. But, for some reason, it didn’t bother me. This was my first cruise and I felt sexy from the moment I stepped on that ship. Sex with Patrick was always good, but it was better than ever on this cruise. In fact, I think it was sort of a turning point in our relationship because I realized that if I just accepted his needs in bed, I came out of it a happier woman—more experienced, more satisfied, and more confident of my sexual prowess.
We had booked a late dinner in the formal dining room and on the first night, we met a couple who would eventually become lifelong friends. We dined with them every night and then went to the lounge together to enjoy a show, music, or just to dance.
This was an expensive cruise and most of the people on it were 55 and older. I got a lot of looks from people when they saw me with Patrick. I could read their minds: “She is with her sugar daddy.” I recall seeing only one other woman who appeared to be around my age—she was with her parents.
Every morning, Patrick would walk me out to the balcony where people reclined and read their books in elegant chaise lounges. Cashmere blankets were passed out by the stewards and every hour they would stroll by with a tray of champagne. This was just at 10 o’clock in the morning.
This cruise was incredible, and I was having such a great time. Little did I know that Patrick had much, much more in store for me, and I couldn’t have been any more unprepared for it…