The day I shot My Sister's Hot Friend for Naughty America I was marked. The director knew I had just done a BDSM shoot, but I'm just so damn pale. It was an issue. The makeup artist did a good job covering it, but it's not how you want to look during your first scene for a new company. This makes me want to ramble about the intricacies of booking, but that's another blog...

"My sister's hot friend" was a pretty familiar character for me, and by the time I got my hands on Rocco Reed I was a hungry beast. In the back of my mind I just wanted something soft to lay on so he could pound me silly...but alas we played sex gymnastics on the hearth. I know that's kind of my job, oops, not complaining! Just being greedy really...

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Arin 2012-01-21 08:26:02 Whaaaa, nothing going in or coming out of your asshole? Girl, you're getting soft ;p jk . I gotta be honest, your body looks incredible! I don't know how you're able to keep those perfect curves in all the right places and still stay trim and tight elsewhere. What's the secret??? ;p Quote

Does the sparky stuff leave a mark... BillyT 2012-01-26 05:06:13 Just saw your WP shoot with Bobbi Starr...ruff! Hope you got some mad aftercare for that one. I was only watching and nearly didn't make it to the end; electricity being one of my own limits. What a pussy I am :-) And visible marks? Hmmm...Probably the worst/best time I've ever had was with my Dom and Her friend. They took me into the mountains here in Japan for a three day weekend. Onsen country! Where no one can hear you scream... First day was madness, I can barely remember a thing - I'd been trying not to think about it the whole week, not build it up too much...fat chance! As soon as they cuffed me I was flying high...and that was on the train ride up into the mountains. Just sitting there spacing out. That's a good way to travel (if someone's with you obviously, safety first and all that). I was UP the whole day, through the flogging, bull whipping, and god knows what else. I later learned there was electricity that day (just a violet wand, come on man!) - had nooooo idea (and apparently I didn't take it very well, so glad I don't remember). They only stopped to water me and drain me. By the end of the day I was a puddle on the floor....but then for the next two days, they didn't let me out of their sight. I have never felt so loved, so needed. Aftercare-tastic! Bliss. Still crashed on the second day though. Around noon...drop. Hit the floor, couldn't move, curled up in a ball, weeping (again, what a pussy). They brought me back up though. Don't know what I'd have done if I'd been on my own. I guess that's why they made it three days. Nice when people know what they're doing. Anyway, apologies for the blog intrusion! felt a strange need to share, I think it's those big spacey eyes of yours...also I'm battering a bottle of tequila! So that might be it. Happy new year to you from Asia! We should probably stop celebrating that soon and get back to work... Have a good year of the Dragon! Quote

Cherry Torn 2012-01-29 16:35:27 I think one of the biggest differences between a novice and experienced top is an understanding of the "ride". A scene is like a story, good ones have a beginning, middle and end. The whole thing is an experiment with brain chemicals, so handling that "drop" is an interesting one, especially in a porn scene where it is no one's responsibility to give you after care. It's important to have a good support network at home after a scene like my last Wired Pussy. If you watched the interview you know that day was a real struggle for me. I was definitely a hot mess afterwards. Glad to hear you have experienced players putting you through your paces. Quote

Cherry Torn 2012-01-29 16:38:06 Can't win 'em all Arin :P I don't always get to choose if something goes in my ass. Plus it's not invincible, so you gotta give it a break some time. My curves are a delicate balance of starving for anal, cheetos and good genes :). Quote

Thanks! BillyT 2012-01-30 16:15:37 Thank you for taking the time to respond to my comment, that was very kind. I did hear the interview, but I didn't see it as I had my head in my hands. It made it worse, knowing how hard it was for you. Sorry that sounds like a complaint, and it really isn't. You were incredible, and deserve a fucking medal. I should probably have said that W/we watched this together and She was messing with my head all the way through. She does this now and then - She'll come home with some obscurely intense looking Japanese DVD, sit me down and make me watch it. Whispering into my ear all the way through. Going on about how this is giving Her such great ideas, and what She will do differently when it's my turn. me whining all the while. Don't know how She puts up with me. She ties me in mental knots just as easily as she does the ropey kind. Couple of weeks ago She took me out for a walk&talk on a Saturday afternoon. She gave me an envelope before we left. Put it in your pocket. Don't ask questions, just do as I say. Fine. So we're walking into town and she's talking; jumping between topics, flicking between Japanese and English, expecting me to keep up, respond at the right times, and do so intelligently. I would love to see my brain patterns during these talks. Pretty sure they'd form a tapestry, spelling out the words: M.I.N.D-F.U.C.K.E.D Don't know when it happened, but I realized we'd stopped walking and she was looking at me. Had I drifted? Was I following this? There was too much science. Shit. Panic. "I think that's clear, and it's why you can never really say that the sky is blue." What? Looking at me. She expects a response. I look up. Skyscrapers blot out great big chunks of air, but right above us, a clear patch of wintery-blue sky. "If that's not blue, then I don't know what is" She bursts out laughing. Clapping her hands together. That feels good... but it wasn't particularly funny. What's going on... "Open the envelope." Huh. "Open the envelope and close your mouth." Shit. Hate that. Slack-jawed yokel. Guppy fish at feeding time. Open envelope. Take out letter. Her hands on my face. Read it. "You will point at the sky, and say something childish like - 'What colour is that then? Pink?' - and now I will punish you for your predictability... I am not angry." That last sentence turned me to jelly. My mouth's open again, but I don't care. Is she Sherlock Holmes?! Does she keep my brain in a jar on her desk? How's she gonna pun... Crack. That was a shock. She leans in and kisses my cheek. Loves feeling the heat after a good slap. Soooo many people watching. Staring. Humiliation buzz. She, whispering "I'm taking you home now." I don't know how she got home, but I floated! I'm so sorry, I ramble. I shouldn't. I've been told to work on it, but I enjoy getting carried away :-) Thank you once again for your time, and all the best of luck to you! Bill Quote

art Alex 2012-02-01 21:59:16 Does not matter what people said. you´re a truly artist and i love you and your artwork! Quote

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