Casting Call

My guy for Wednesday has canceled. I need a fill in. This is your opportunity to come fuck me and facial me!

When: This coming Wednesday July 30th (preferably around 12pm EST)
Where: Outside of Tampa, Florida (more details will be provided to the lucky person)


1. MUST be at least 18 years old with ID to prove it. Must be willing to sign paperwork and have ID’s copied. No exceptions.

2. MUST have a recent full panel test from
Not tested? If chosen, you can still test TODAY to get your results back in time.
Otherwise, no test, not going to happen. Sorry. Safety First!

3. No age restrictions other than being at LEAST 18 years old. No specific height, weight, body type, etc. I do not discriminate. You MUST, however, have good personal hygiene.

4. I would PREFER someone who can produce an impressive cumshot …. this IS a facial … and I’d like the camera to be able to see it!

Are you the one? Follow these simple instructions and let’s find out!?
1. Email me (don’t DM me on twitter, etc) … at
2. Include your NAME (or stage name), AGE, EXPERIENCE (if any) and 1 (ONLY 1) PHOTO (and I want to see your face/ body – NOT JUST YOUR COCK) …

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Monday Morning Motivation

I woke up this morning to a nice stretch, my littlest one telling me she loves me, and I crawled out of bed with a smile on my face. I went out last night, threw some darts, drank some beer, came home and slept like a champ. It’s an overcast day, not too hot but with 93 percent humidity as it threatens to rain down hard. Seemingly a great way to start the day. I relieve my bladder then strip down naked and step on the scale. Sweet! Despite having eaten things yesterday that are far from diet worthy (like the slice of chocolate cake with so much colorful thick butter cream frosting on it I could have frosted an entire cake I bake with what was on my little slice, and then dinner, I made up as I went along, with 6 Italian sausages cut into bite size pieces cooked in Italian dressing – and no, not the low fat kind – with an entire box of noodles and what was left in my bag of corn, topped with some shredded cheddar cheese – which by the way was fucking delicious! Keep in mind this was to feed the entire house – not just myself lol – and then after a couple non diet worthy beers followed by of all things, a trip to McDonalds for a Quarter Pounder and fries for the ride home – as it is a staple food on the rare occasion I DO drink anything.) I’d still managed to lose about half a pound yesterday. I’d consider that a WIN for sure … so I pour my cup of water (since in the past month and a half I’ve given up what would have been the ONLY thing I would drink all day – Diet caffeine free Pepsi) and fill it with ice (I am an ice eater – don’t hate me) and make my way to the living room. I sit down with my littlest one and pick up my phone and start my daily routine. I look through my emails (in Yahoo because my email website has been acting up past almost 2 months now so I’ve not been able to get into it) then I make my way to twitter. I read through the 18 or so posts that came directly to me sine I climbed into bed (it’s pretty quiet on twitter at night) …. and then I read it … the post that would rip the smile off my face and change my attitude about not only being on twitter for the morning, but about myself … at least for a few moments ….

“you were a little chubby right??” is the post that soured my morning. At least for a short time. I thought about his words before responding to make sure not to be overly waspish first thing in the morning considering I’d woken up in such a good mood. Let me think think over. I was a little chubby? Is he referring to some specific picture or about me in general? Is he referring to some specific day or month or week or year? What the fuck is he talking about? Now granted, I have been working and working hard at getting “more fit” if you can call it that. I’m making life decisions to better my overall health which in turn in bettering my overall appearance – according to some people. But I’ve NEVER considered myself chubby. And what is chubby? Isn’t that basically fat? Am I fat? Was I fat? I’ve not viewed myself as such so I dove in and made my response to him publicly while making sure to quote his original post to me. “you were a little chubby right??” “I never considered myself chubby but thanks for making me feel like shit”

Yep, that pretty much summed it up for me. So I log off of twitter because at that point, I’m not much in the mood to converse so I sit and I think. I’ve been in this industry in one way or another since 1997. Dancing. I wasn’t fat. I wasn’t chubby. I was thicker than I am now but solid as I could be. I was pretty young. I had my 3rd kiddo and got fat while pregnant and it took me some time to lose that weight, yes. But I wasn’t roaming around the internet naked or anything so he couldn’t mean back in 1998-1999. So then webcam. nah … I looked pretty fucking good back then. Which leaves my time while being in officially “adult” … so let me think … I’ve never considered myself “fat” and I’ve never considered myself “chubby” and I’ve also never considered myself “thin” for that matter either. I generally wear a size medium clothing. It’s often large on me and I COULD wear a small, but still feel better in a size Medium. I’d say the proper way to describe myself in GENERAL… would be more thick and curvy – though by thick I also never viewed myself as “fat thick” and you know what I mean by that. I was more solid. I had the legs of someone who did sports their whole life though I didn’t play sports my whole life. I was a cheerleader – but you can read more about that later when I finally get around to publishing my book hopefully later this year.

So here is a photo of me from 2002 … Fat from fat or even chubby in my opinion…. (though my hair was shockingly short as I’d cut it because my littlest one at that time LOVED pulling my hair and I’d gotten about sick of it)


So then here’s me in 2003 … still not what I’d consider fat or even chubby really … just me being me … and my hair had finally started growing …


Here is me in 2004 …. still not what I would consider chubby … I’d gone back to my original color of blond by now and this was an artistic body painting set I did .. these photos are ALL unedited by the way …


Here I am in 2005 … still blond(er) … and still not what I’d consider fat/chubby whatever ….


I think you get the point 🙂

So anyway, I’m only human. My weight fluctuates as pretty much every other person’s does. Sometimes I’m “heavier”. I like food. I don’t like to work out and for those who know even the slightest bit about me, I’m REALLY busy ALL the time, so finding time to work out means giving up something else (like working on an update, filming new scenes, spending time with my family, showering that day, etc). Salad is for rabbits, but I still eat it. Sometimes I’m “more fit” because I’ve made a conscious effort to live off of raisins, salad, bananas, watermelon and basically sunflower seeds. That happens to suit me at this particular moment. Maybe it’ll stick. Maybe I’ll get super busy again and “let myself go’ some … only time will tell, I DID give birth to my 4th child in 2010 and having gained 75 lbs with my pregnancy, it took some time to get it all off. Do you know anyone who ever lost 75 pounds in a couple months? Didn’t think so! But what that comment DID do this morning was motivate me on this beautiful Monday morning to get my exercise in early. I hopped off of twitter and got into my work out clothes and busted my ass working out today, so I suppose I owe him a thank you for the Monday Morning Motivation.

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What does the Future Hold?

A question I’m sure many of us ponder on a day to day basis. We know our pasts, we’re living our present, but what is in store for us for the future? I’d like to say I sit around and dream about this or that, but in reality, I’m so busy in the present that I don’t have much time left for trying to guesstimate what the future may or may not bring. It’s not happened yet, and at any given moment, we can have some life altering “thing” happen which would change it all up anyway, so as far as what my future holds, I try to keep it as simple as possible ….

I live in the present moment. Trying my best to take things I’ve learned from my past and using them to my advantage in the present and hopefully future. I try not to dwell on the past. I try to learn from it and move forward with knowledge I didn’t have at the time I lived whatever I went through to learn from before.

As for my future … I’m leaving that to time to see what is in store for me. What I DO know for my future, is a generalized schedule that I try to plan out up to two months in advance. Not that it always works out as it’s written down in my several trusty little calendars, but such is life. What I see in my general future … weekly camshows starting on Monday, several shoots this month beginning on Tuesday. FetishCon in early August as well as shoots leading up to it all week long. A birthday party for one of my kiddos and school starting back up in Mid August a day or two after the party. I MAY be filming a couple live concerts for a kick ass band … but I may not because it’s landing right about the time I want to have my kiddos party, so again, only time will tell. I also see another possible trip to LA for the week of September 8th. Otherwise, I’m happy trying to wrap my head around all the things I’m inundated with in the present!

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It’s Already July!?!?

What happened to June? I swear it feels like it JUST turned June 1st and here tomorrow is the 4th of July! Oh how time does fly by when you’re having fun … or is it when you’re ridiculously busy? Or wait, in my case, I think it’s always both! June was a jam packed full month of this and that. Filming, nearly daily. Doctor visits, check-ups which we try to fit in at least once a year, traveling and more.

I left for Miami Tuesday, June 17th immediately following filming that day. Checked into our hotel late that night only to see that the ONLY thing that is a MUST HAVE for me, a bathtub, which the website said it had, was null and void. In it’s place, however, was the worlds smallest shower in probably the smallest bathroom. (From wall to shower door … I couldn’t even touch my fists together in front of me without my elbows hitting both sides! (Not so fun to get dressed in!) Ugh lol! Nothing like a visit to a place with a beach and no tub to shave in (my back problems make it nearly impossible to shave in the shower), so I neglected shaving that week. We attended the wedding Saturday, June 21st and drove back home the following day.

Monday, I unpacked my bags after my camshow then repacked them to head back out of town Tuesday. I’d been pushing off my trip to LA for what seemed like forever, and since my agent had only booked 1 scene for me after I gave dates nearly 2 months ago, and I could use the break from my crazy schedule, I wasn’t really pushing for the trip (especially knowing pretty much every time I go out there, I get sick lol). Just as I gave notification to cancel my 1 shoot … 3 more popped up so I had to go. I booked my last minute flights and off I went. First flight. On time.

Sitting in the airport in Vegas waiting for my next plane, some guy walks up and says something to the girl sitting across from me. I looked up as did she, wondering WHAT he said and he mumbled something then sat down beside me. Not so much in the mood to converse, I got back on my phone and was doing some online stuff I needed to play catch up on. He says something that sounds like, “This airport doesn’t allow texting”. I stopped what I was doing, and said, “What?” He repeats. “This airport has a very strict no texting policy” to which I replied, “um, no it doesn’t and I’m not texting anyway.” Back to what I was doing. He goes on to say, “Oh, well, you looked like someone who could be easily fooled.” OK. Now, I didn’t ASK for this strange man to start talking to me. I thought I made it reasonably obvious that I wasn’t interested in talking to him or anyone else and here he is insulting me. Fuck that shit. The gloves are off! So, obviously pissed off and most likely a good two or three shades darker red from fury boiling beneath my skin, I say, “and why is that? I look like a dumb blond?” (to which the blond across from me gave me a snarky look), he says, “well it’s not like you’re a blond”, to which I reply “I’m a natural blond and I take offense to your comment”. Then he mumbles more shit under his breath and starts saying something about how women are the supreme and much smarter than men and blah blah blah but to never tell anyone he said that… I tuned his ass out before I got myself arrested in the damn airport before I even got to LA. He finally gets the hint and walks away … only to stare at me the entire time. FREAKY DUDE … IF you’re reading this… learn to talk to women. Don’t be creepy and spooky and stare either. That shit almost made me turn you in to security – for real!!!

Get to LA. LOVE, LOVE, LOVED the hotel. Finally, a place worth staying at where I don’t feel nervous to walk next door to grab something from the store if needed lol! I filmed a BG scene for Peter North followed by a BJ scene. After the BJ scene, I wasn’t feeling so well. At all. In fact, I even went to bed hours earlier than I normally would because I’d spiked a crazy fever and knew it wasn’t going to be ending well for me if I didn’t get as much sleep as possible. Woke up in the morning … sick. So I gave my agent a heads up because I had a GG scene later that day and they had made specific announcement not to show up if sick) … so needless to say, that shoot got canceled. I went off to do my handjob scene for the say which went great in my opinion then the rest of the day was a boring lounge around the hotel kind of day since my afternoon shoot canceled me and I felt like crap. The next day I had another BG scene for Lethal Hardcore which also went great then I had several hours before my flight back home (I fly the red eye and also had a layover). Went to the movies and saw Transformers then headed to the airport. Flights had some issues, as they often do, which had me running to catch my flight with a bunch of pissed off ppl sitting on the plane in Detroit ready to go waiting for the 14 of us coming from LA.

I made it home Saturday. And had ZERO rest all day lol! Sunday I hosted a birthday party for my best friend and then did my camshow Monday, then went to the doctor to finally get some meds. Filmed Tuesday then headed straight to the 2 day beach vacation we’d paid for over a month ago. SO NEEDED! I’ve been “relaxing” if you can call it that for the past 2 days … though oddly enough, I’m exhausted!!!

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