I came into this world stark naked and dripping wet, and it soon became evident that I would prefer to remain that way. When the doctor gave me that first slap on the ass, I arched my back and cried out for more. As a little girl growing up in the suburbs of San Jose, California I was notorious for fleeing the house, abandoning my clothes, and splashing about in the mud puddles. The neighborhood boys loved me, but their parents already regarded me as the local hussy and tried to keep their sons on a short leash. Since I was viewed as a potential threat to the boys, I was left with only girls to begin exploring my sexuality, and I could often be found crawling into the bushes to lock lips with the second cutest skirt on the block. This eventually led to the infamous “Baker Street Mud Wrestling Incident,” but that’s a story for another blog. In my pre-adolescence, my growing sexual curiosity manifested itself in the form of erotic journals with detailed descriptions of my gangbang fantasies. So, up to this point in my life I would say I was no different than any other young girl growing up in the wholesome tract homes of suburban America.
Throughout my youth I was actively involved in music and the arts, and in high school I participated in advanced band and enrolled in every honors and advanced placement class the school had to offer. I wielded the oboe as my weapon of choice, because everyone knows that the hottest guys in band always play the oboe’s masculine counterpart – the bassoon. Fortunately, being a band geek didn’t prevent me from expanding my knowledge of carnal pleasures; in fact, if anything, it facilitated my development. I can tell you from personal experience that all of those rumors you hear about what goes on at band camp are entirely true. At the ripe old age of 14, when girls in some cultures are already getting married and starting families, I was away at band camp, sneaking off into the forest to get awkwardly reamed for the first time by the luckiest teenage trumpeter in town. I was by no means discouraged from further exploration of the cock after this initial experience with an unskilled operator. On the contrary, it left me with a pleasant memory, and I took advantage of numerous opportunities to hone my skills over the next few years. Don’t think for a second that my years of carefully developing my embouchure as an oboist didn’t come in handy whenever I found myself wrapping my lips around a stiff penis. One evening when I was 17, I got plastered and let a boy fuck me in the ass for the first time. My hazy memories of the incident only left me wanting more.
This brings us to my college years, when I was pursuing a degree in music as a classical oboist at San Jose State University and fornicating much more frequently than in high school. Despite receiving a substantial scholarship, I needed to seek out some form of employment to subsidize my education. I did my best to live up to the stereotypical male fantasies by working as both a nanny and a librarian, luring the boys in by occasionally slipping off my glasses and letting my hair fall from its bun while shaking my head in slow motion. I also taught private music lessons, giving myself a prominent position in the sexual fantasies of my young male students. Working as the assistant librarian in the music department at SJSU had a couple significant perks: a set of keys that unlocked every door in the building and private office. I made it my goal to get fucked in every room in the building, from the concert hall to the freight elevator, and I’m proud to say that I’m a girl who achieves her goals. However, my little office undoubtedly has the highest concentration of bodily fluids soaked into the walls, floor, and furniture. One sunny afternoon, while the halls were still bustling with students and staff, I slipped into my office and out of my panties and let a pianist slide his entire hand into my gaping, wet pussy. As uncomfortable as it was to contain my cries of ecstasy as I sat cramped against the wall on the edge of my desk, it was exhilarating experience.
As it turned out, that same pianist who fisted me for the first time happened to work in the adult entertainment industry, and he provided me with my introduction to the world of pornography. Prior to my involvement with him, I had never even seen a porno, but he fixed that when he gave me Belladonna’s Fucking Girls Again as my next birthday present, and thus began my infatuation with Belladonna. After graduating with my degree in music and spending some time trying to figure out what to do with my life, he suggested that I pick up some work as a model for the company he occasionally worked for, Kink.com, a San Francisco based company that runs a family of BDSM websites. As much as this may surprise you, the idea of getting tied up and fucked on camera actually appealed to me, and after limited consideration I decided send Kink.com my application and some photos. I was thrilled to find that they liked what they saw, and for my first shoot, they literally decided to throw me in the deep end with a water bondage scene.
I continued to work for Kink.com for several months before I realized that I could have a lucrative career in adult films if I began working in LA. After much research and several face-to-face interviews, I decided to join forces with the most reputable agent in the LA porn scene, Mark Spiegler. With Mark’s connections and my ability to derive pleasure from almost any sexual experience I find myself taking part in, I quickly gained popularity with some of the best directors in the industry. In 2007, I was honored with the “Starlet of the Year” award and 2008 the “Star of the Year” from CAVR, and I even managed to garner a few AVN nominations in 2008 and 2009. Even after a few years of sucking and fucking at a professional level, I still enjoy masturbating on a regular basis and exploring various sexual possibilities in my private life. I am constantly striving to find ways to fulfill both your fantasies and mine both on and off camera.