The afternoon brought promises of one of my all-time favorite girls, Misty Stone. An hour or so past her call time Misty called to say she was stopping by the testing facility to get her test for work, so she would be a bit late. Yes, she was already an hour late, but you have to consider porn-time with some performers. Four text messages and three phone calls later, though, Misty told me she had lost her ride and wouldn’t be able to make it. I felt like I had lost the game this trip. I got to shoot the wonderful Cassandra, but I got no strange. … Damn. Just DAMN. … Welcome to the wonderful world of porn.
Kelly and I spent the evening watching silly sitcoms and sharing thoughts and feelings. I laid my head on her lap while she stroked my hair. We have a special friendship. A special bond. And, yes, we have an attraction to each other, so that each time we get together there is this wonderful sexual energy that flows between us. We do have sex occasionally, but tonight was more of a loving, bonding connection.
As Kelly and I caught up, the subject of my day came up. I’d driven all the way from Las Vegas to Los Angeles and only shot one girl. Kelly had a brilliant idea. I should shoot Carrie. I must say the thought had occurred to me. Carrie was beautiful in an alternative, punk way. She has piercings, blue and purple hair, and a style that’s tough and sexy at the same time. I loved the idea. Kelly called Carrie and she agreed to shoot for me the next morning. … Now I had something to dream about.
Morning came, and I awoke to find myself alone in the house with my next infatuation, Carrie. Kelly was out running errands and Cass was nowhere to be found. I knocked gently on Carrie’s door, and handed her a cup of coffee when she answered. We said our good mornings, then Carrie jumped in the shower. She left the door open, and we talked as she showered. I could see the silhouette of her body through the shower doors. I would have sworn she was deliberately caressing her body just for me to see.
Carrie applied her make up. She shaded her eyes in smoky grays and blacks. She left her pouty lips bare and naked. She dumped a pile of brightly colored bras and panties onto the floor. She pulled out four pair of Gothic style boots and a couple of pair of come-do-me pumps. I watched her as she seductively undressed. She was soft and curvy, and I couldn’t help but think naughty things.
She watched me as I set up the video camera, and continued to pierce me with her stare. I asked her about her first kiss, her first sexual experience and then whether she enjoyed sex with men or with women more. She said definitely women. My luck was changing. I couldn’t count on the porn stars, but my civilian sexpot had definite potential.
