FRENCHED! ~ My Paris Memoirs ~ Part 2
Hey friends and family! I just returned home from a really great trip to North Carolina. Getting re-packed and ready to head to Pittsburgh for the Porn Star Pool Party and Pride Weekend festivities where I eill be actively promoting www.nickcapra.com
As promised, here is Part 2 of my Paris memoirs circa 2004. The re-telling of my first on-screen bottoming experience filmed on-location in Paris...
I finally slept that night. The kind of deep, restless sleep that one has when they are in the midst of something that compels or overwhelms them. I slipped into a great ocean of vast confusion and strange visions. I dreamt of sin and aftermath, I dreamt of chaos and destruction, I dreamt of Fleet enemas and huge cocks, marching like soldiers with spikes on them, attacking me, and ripping me in two....AGGHHHH!!!
The phone was ringing. It was my wake-up call from the Lobby. Oh God, all I could think of was those Nazi Cocks and their menacing looks. Well, the scene we were shooting couldn't be anywhere near as vivid and frightening as the dream I had, and I survived that.
So, it was 8:00am and I had a 10:00am call time. Time to get ready. So, how does a bottom prepare for this kind of thing? Well, thanks to the kind words of CVK, Jett Blakk's husband, I knew everything I needed to know. He had taken me under his wing, and given me lessons in the fine art of ass-cleansing.
The first wonderful thing about bottoming on camera is no breakfast. No problem. Who needs breakfast? It is only my favourite meal of the day, and your morning fuel, but who cares. Nothing the matter with a Karen Carpenter kind of morning.
Next, the all-mighty Fleet enema. CVK had told me to dump the solution out, fill it with tepid water, and to follow the instructions on the box. I lay there on the floor of my Hotel room, working the enema inside my ass. I squeezed the water out entirely inside of me....SSLLLUUURRRPPPP....God, my hole sounded like it was thirsty! Then, you are supposed to lie there for a few minutes and then get up, go to the toilet and expel the water. I was about to get up and go to the toilet when there was a knock on the door....
KNOCK KNOCK.
"Who is it?!",I screamed in frustration.
"Room service.I have the extra towels you requested."
Oh shit! The towels. I forgot that I had called down for extra shower towels.
"Leave them at the door!", I screamed, sitting down on the toilet, about to expel the water.
"What? I can't hear you.", the maid yelled back through the door.
"Oh for the love of God, leave the fucking towels at the door!", I yelled back in desperation.
I couldn't hold it in any longer. I was about to burst.
"Fine!", the maid yelled back.
At that very moment, a noise came out of me, like a thunder storm raging from my ass hole. I expelled the water, and boy was my hole mad. It was making all sorts of noises I never heard.
KNOCK KNOCK.
"What else did you say you needed?", the maid yelled through my door.
I got up from the toilet and waddled to the door, my ass still making sloshing noises with every step I took.
I opened the door, wide enough for the maid to thrust her nosy head inside and see that I was in the middle of serious business.
"Mairde...", was all she uttered.
"Exactly!", I yelled back, grabbing my towels from the floor and slamming the door.
I sloshed back to the bathroom,repeated the exercise, just like shampoo instructions, then wiped my ass with a paper towel to see how things looked. My God...it was perfect! Clean as could be, and hopefully it would stay that way.
I showered, made myself look pretty, and caught a cab to the apartment at which we were filming the scene.
I arrived a half hour late, but was still ahead of Pascal, my partner. I was a nervous wreak. I brought a book with me and tried to pass the time that way, but couldn't. I was to freaked out about meeting my partner. I practically was clinging to Cliff, while Jett was shooting a scene in the other room.
"What if I don't like him? What if he doesn't like me? How am I going to take a dick from someone who thinks I'm gross?!" Jett came in the room and asked me politely to shut the fuck up...
I continued whispering at a furious pace. "I don't know if I can do this! I don't think I have the stomach for it! I think we should call my Agent...."
Cliff rolled his eyes as I continued my rambling.
The buzzer rang. It was him!
I suddenly flashed to the dream I had the previous evening. I hear his footsteps coming up the stairs and I pictured this huge cock marching up the stairwell ready to impale me. I grabbed CVK as he tried to get up to answer the door. He tried to unravel me from his neck, but I wasn't having it. I wasn't letting go. Maybe if no one got the door he would go away. Jett came in the room because of the the ruckus I was making as I tried to wrestle CVK away from the door. He unlatched the lock and the door swung open....
I sat there on the floor, looking up at the most beautiful man I had ever seen. It wasn't a conventional beauty. But, a kind of beauty I had never seen before in a person.
Tall...taller then me. Like 6ft 3in. Piercing eyes,like emeralds gazing down upon me. Dark,short hair, prominent nose, high cheek bones, yet really rugged looking.
He was wearing a baseball cap and jeans. Common yet unique to me, like he was from another world. He helped me up to my feet,and for a moment I thought he was going to swing me up into his arms and ride me off into the sunset on his white horse, just like we were in some fantastic Stevie Nicks song.
"Bon jour.", he said to me in his deep French accent.
Jett Blakk was there, Cliff was there, the crew was there, and somewhere off in the distance I heard Jett say, "Nick Capra, meet Pascal Bruno...." That was it. I was taken. It was over with. I was ready for my close-up.
Jett was introducing us, as I said before, but all I could really hear was, "Once upon a time..."
My fairy-tale prince had finally come....
(To be continued....)
As promised, here is Part 2 of my Paris memoirs circa 2004. The re-telling of my first on-screen bottoming experience filmed on-location in Paris...
I finally slept that night. The kind of deep, restless sleep that one has when they are in the midst of something that compels or overwhelms them. I slipped into a great ocean of vast confusion and strange visions. I dreamt of sin and aftermath, I dreamt of chaos and destruction, I dreamt of Fleet enemas and huge cocks, marching like soldiers with spikes on them, attacking me, and ripping me in two....AGGHHHH!!!
The phone was ringing. It was my wake-up call from the Lobby. Oh God, all I could think of was those Nazi Cocks and their menacing looks. Well, the scene we were shooting couldn't be anywhere near as vivid and frightening as the dream I had, and I survived that.
So, it was 8:00am and I had a 10:00am call time. Time to get ready. So, how does a bottom prepare for this kind of thing? Well, thanks to the kind words of CVK, Jett Blakk's husband, I knew everything I needed to know. He had taken me under his wing, and given me lessons in the fine art of ass-cleansing.
The first wonderful thing about bottoming on camera is no breakfast. No problem. Who needs breakfast? It is only my favourite meal of the day, and your morning fuel, but who cares. Nothing the matter with a Karen Carpenter kind of morning.
Next, the all-mighty Fleet enema. CVK had told me to dump the solution out, fill it with tepid water, and to follow the instructions on the box. I lay there on the floor of my Hotel room, working the enema inside my ass. I squeezed the water out entirely inside of me....SSLLLUUURRRPPPP....God, my hole sounded like it was thirsty! Then, you are supposed to lie there for a few minutes and then get up, go to the toilet and expel the water. I was about to get up and go to the toilet when there was a knock on the door....
KNOCK KNOCK.
"Who is it?!",I screamed in frustration.
"Room service.I have the extra towels you requested."
Oh shit! The towels. I forgot that I had called down for extra shower towels.
"Leave them at the door!", I screamed, sitting down on the toilet, about to expel the water.
"What? I can't hear you.", the maid yelled back through the door.
"Oh for the love of God, leave the fucking towels at the door!", I yelled back in desperation.
I couldn't hold it in any longer. I was about to burst.
"Fine!", the maid yelled back.
At that very moment, a noise came out of me, like a thunder storm raging from my ass hole. I expelled the water, and boy was my hole mad. It was making all sorts of noises I never heard.
KNOCK KNOCK.
"What else did you say you needed?", the maid yelled through my door.
I got up from the toilet and waddled to the door, my ass still making sloshing noises with every step I took.
I opened the door, wide enough for the maid to thrust her nosy head inside and see that I was in the middle of serious business.
"Mairde...", was all she uttered.
"Exactly!", I yelled back, grabbing my towels from the floor and slamming the door.
I sloshed back to the bathroom,repeated the exercise, just like shampoo instructions, then wiped my ass with a paper towel to see how things looked. My God...it was perfect! Clean as could be, and hopefully it would stay that way.
I showered, made myself look pretty, and caught a cab to the apartment at which we were filming the scene.
I arrived a half hour late, but was still ahead of Pascal, my partner. I was a nervous wreak. I brought a book with me and tried to pass the time that way, but couldn't. I was to freaked out about meeting my partner. I practically was clinging to Cliff, while Jett was shooting a scene in the other room.
"What if I don't like him? What if he doesn't like me? How am I going to take a dick from someone who thinks I'm gross?!" Jett came in the room and asked me politely to shut the fuck up...
I continued whispering at a furious pace. "I don't know if I can do this! I don't think I have the stomach for it! I think we should call my Agent...."
Cliff rolled his eyes as I continued my rambling.
The buzzer rang. It was him!
I suddenly flashed to the dream I had the previous evening. I hear his footsteps coming up the stairs and I pictured this huge cock marching up the stairwell ready to impale me. I grabbed CVK as he tried to get up to answer the door. He tried to unravel me from his neck, but I wasn't having it. I wasn't letting go. Maybe if no one got the door he would go away. Jett came in the room because of the the ruckus I was making as I tried to wrestle CVK away from the door. He unlatched the lock and the door swung open....
I sat there on the floor, looking up at the most beautiful man I had ever seen. It wasn't a conventional beauty. But, a kind of beauty I had never seen before in a person.
Tall...taller then me. Like 6ft 3in. Piercing eyes,like emeralds gazing down upon me. Dark,short hair, prominent nose, high cheek bones, yet really rugged looking.
He was wearing a baseball cap and jeans. Common yet unique to me, like he was from another world. He helped me up to my feet,and for a moment I thought he was going to swing me up into his arms and ride me off into the sunset on his white horse, just like we were in some fantastic Stevie Nicks song.
"Bon jour.", he said to me in his deep French accent.
Jett Blakk was there, Cliff was there, the crew was there, and somewhere off in the distance I heard Jett say, "Nick Capra, meet Pascal Bruno...." That was it. I was taken. It was over with. I was ready for my close-up.
Jett was introducing us, as I said before, but all I could really hear was, "Once upon a time..."
My fairy-tale prince had finally come....
(To be continued....)
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