Goddamn, I love that man, but nothing makes me grit my teeth like a camera in my face before I’m ready.

Anyhow, if you, my gentle viewers, can excuse the terse responses and constant fingernail fiddling, go ahead and enjoy this brief interview.  I discuss many fetishy things, my hair, which of my bodily excretions I am willing to let fly upon a partner, and which excretions I will not.  It’s a good video.

Also, please forgive my chin.  Low angles are not my best.  Ugh.

As I stood on the worn strip of red carpet, all I could see was a teeming mass of colored bulbs and flashes.  I had stumbled upon an alien race on a foreign planet.  The inhabitants examined me.  They shouted unintelligible commands to me, and cold hands extended from the darkness to tug at the fabric of my dress.  I breathed deeply to steady myself and pushed my chest out, smiling my most brilliant smile.  The lights grew brighter, exploding periodically in a blinding cascade.  I turned my back to them, keeping a wary line of sight over my shoulder.  Again the flash.  And again.  I stuck out my tongue.  Another woman joined me on the carpet.  She put her proboscis on mine, and the flashes spasmed all around us furiously and drove us to blindness.

It was cool.

I also met a bunch of photographers and talent I had never met before.  I like, networked, and stuff.

Here, have some damn photos

Yesterday I had the pleasure of shooting with John Cross and crew for Hotbody.com.  When I heard the theme of the shoot, I knew instantly why I had been cast.  It was a Busty Barbeque Party.

It played out something like this:  six beautiful women arrive at a mansion for a barbeque party.  As they sit on the sun-dappled patio, they realize that there are no men in attendance.  How odd!  How can you have a party with no boys?  Suddenly, I arrive on the scene to get the party started with a lascivious strip tease.  As I take off my dress, I kiss, lick, and nibble my way down the line of girls until we’re all naked and writhing in a heap.

Unable to control myself, I settle into a pool chair and begin to masturbate furiously while Randy Moore sucks my nipples.  The other women fondle themselves while they watch.  We diddle ourselves into a Sapphic frenzy, ending in the crescendo of a shuddering, emphatically vocalized orgasm from yours truly.

But that’s just the beginning.

After the barbecue (Yes, we actually had a real one.  I ate a hamburger with soy cheese.  It was pretty good.) a second scene ensued.

Livia Godiva cleans the kitchen wearing nothing but a tiny black apron.  I creep into the kitchen behind her and begin lovingly fondling her ass and titties.  I order her to remove her apron, revealing her waifish body.  After hoisting her up on the marble counter, I alternately devour her delicious bite size nipples and lustily smack her ass until it turns cherry pink.  She removes my top for me and sucks my nipples.  We kiss.  I suck on her tongue.  I claw her thighs and order her to masturbate to orgasm.  After she cums, I exit the scene, and she continues cleaning.

Fucking hot, if you ask me.  I really enjoyed doing that scene.  I really really really did.

I don’t know when the video will come out, unfortunately.  But keep an eye on the Hot Body website for it.  You really need to see that lesbian domination scene.

All I have to offer you is a candid from behind the scenes.  Perhaps it will whet your appetite.

God, I had two blondes in one day.  I kind of feel like the female equivalent of a  stud right now.  Mmm.  It’s moments like these that I count my lucky stars for the sexual opportunities this industry affords me.  I hope to do more lesbian scenes in the near future.

Today marks a momentous occasion for me.  Today, on Friday the 13th, May, 2011, I performed my first adult scene.

And not just any scene.  I didn’t ease my way into performing sex live on camera.  That’s just not how I do things.  I figure:  if you only have one first time, why not make it memorable?  Why not make it something that’ll get people talking?  Why not make it a five-man interracial gang bang?

Why not indeed!

This morning I turned up at the Blacks On Blondes studio at 9AM to fuck five black guys and launch myself into superstardom.  As I sat in the makeup chair, I became steadily more nervous.  What had I gotten myself into?

The makeup artist was quite talented.

In my personal life, I had never had more than two men at a time – hardly a proper gang bang.  That alone had been taxing.  What was I supposed to do with all of them?  Even if I kept my pussy, my mouth, and both my hands engaged, I would still leave one fellow out in the cold!

When I met the guys, I started to feel better.  They were clean and well dressed.  They smelled good.  They each politely gave me a hug and introduced themselves.  In no particular order, they were:

Lucas Stone

Chilly Chill

Hooks

Jason Brown

Nazir

I can’t describe how surreal it is to meet a handful of handsome black gentlemen you’ve never seen before in your life, and know with all certainty that in a few moments, they’ll be fucking you en-masse from every conceivable angle. They hadn’t taken their pants off yet, but I could already tell that they were hung.  I shivered with curiosity an trepidation.  Would I be able to handle the strain of their girth?  Would it pain me?  Would I like it if it did?

I was taken outside to shoot some pick-up footage to set the story for the video.  The premise was this:  I’m a punk girl walking through bad neighborhoods without a care in the world, listening to the Dead Milkmen on my ipod, singing along loud and out of tune.  The sun in shining.  I’m wearing a cute little outfit.  I make my way down an alley, and I’m so busy playing air guitar, I don’t notice the pack of black guys hanging out in the welter of garbage and graffiti.  One by one, they start to follow me, until *GASP!* they catch me from behind, and carry me into a warehouse!  Oh no!  What ever shall they do to me!

After we had filmed that portion, it was time to get down to business.  Since it was my VERY FIRST SCENE EVER, I had no idea what to do.  Luckily, Billy Watson is a fantastic director, and the male performers were all seasoned pros who knew how to get the ball rolling.

They began to touch me, and I soon felt my nerves giving over to joy as I realized all five of these luscious dark studs were here to fuck ME.  Me, and me alone.  I began to feel like a Roman Empress, attended by nearly a half-dozen orgy participants (If you think that’s going too far, you can cram it.  I’m being honest.  It was sublime.)

As far as making the rounds to all of them, it turned out the guys were really good at switching off.  They shared me as good friends would share a joint.  One would fuck me, while another would enjoy my mouth, and I’d jerk off one or two more.  Any fellows on the side lines simply jerked off until it was their turn to enjoy my body again.

Their cocks were all so huge.  I had been afraid that they would hurt me.  My fears were unnecessary.  Despite their endowment and physical size, the men fucked with precision and skill.  They were like fine-tuned machines, their motions accurate to a nanometer in depth and velocity.  It didn’t hurt at all.  Quite the contrary, it felt fantastic.

I came twice.

Before I knew it, our hour of filming was over, and it was time for pop shots.  I took a total of nine loads in the face.  Four of the men came twice.  That is as sincere a compliment as I’ve ever received from a man I just met.  Heh.

I showered and packed up my stuff.  We all exchanged hugs.  And that was that.

Everyone was impressed with my performance, especially with it being my first scene.  However, I did notice some things I could improve upon next time.  I know that I didn’t play to the camera enough.  I was so overwhelmed by the energy and sensation of having sex with five men at once, that I forgot to arrange my body and let the camera get a clear shot of the action.  Damn.  Oh well, I’ll do better next time.

I also need to work on my blowjob face.  I think it looks a little silly.

All in all, I had a wonderful experience.  My natural love of sex made the shoot an easy and exciting thing, and I hope it translates over to a good scene on film.  I look forward to next time!

Thanks again, boys!

Before our meeting was over, I had signed with World Modeling Agency for one year.  I was officially on my way to becoming a porn performer.

The next day, I went to 8 different go-sees all over the San Fernando valley.  And soon after, I had my first booking.

All in all, I love dealing with World Modeling.  Jim South and his son are the most professional, genuine people I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with.  I wasn’t sure what to expect from this industry, but they certainly exceed my hopes.  We’ll see how things go in the coming months, but so far so good!

You can see my profile on their website here.