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Jayma Reed, random rants

RIP Kitty Licious: 1991 – 2006

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Led Zeppelin III

I smoked a bunch of weed tonight while listening, over and over and over, to side 2 of Led Zeppelin III. I usually don’t smoke so much, but fuck it — I just euthanized my cat. Anyway, I’m pretty sure it’s the best 1/2 slab of music ever laid to vinyl. Pure genius. Side 2: “Gallows Pole”, “Tangerine”, “That’s The Way”, “Bron-Y-Aur Stomp”, and “Hats Off To (Roy) Harper”. So I kinda danced around my front room, high, in my sweatshirt and underpants, popping peanut M & M’s into my mouth (cause my sister continued her XMAS gift tradition and gave me two pounds of them) in a kind-of homage to Kitty Licious.

I dunno. Maybe “homage” isn’t really the right word to use here, and “kind-of” is certainly silly, too…but God, I love the song “Tangerine”.

Jayma Reed called me tonight! We really haven’t spoken in months, and it was good to hear from her. She has no plans to ever be in a dirty movie again, and I think that’s a really good thing. We talked for like an hour and a half, and when we hung up, we told each other “sorry” and promised to keep in touch.

I don’t know why I like “Tangerine” so much. I can’t even explain any of it, really. And “That’s the Way”? I guess nothing about Led Zep III is obvious, and that’s why I like it so much better than I and II.

Just last night Kitty Licious was stuck to the sofa. It was kinda weird; she was clinging to the side of it, half-on and half-off, just sitting there, sideways. And looking at me. I looked at her. She’s wasn’t moving, so I helped her up, and carried her to where I was laying, watching The Devil in Daniel Johnston, and she laid with me all night. By the end of the movie I was pretty convinced of Daniel Johnston’s genius, and Kitty was still curled up next to me, so, as quietly as I could, I got up and went to bed, and she didn’t move, and I didn’t think anything of it, and this morning, she was still there, in the exact same spot, so I knew something was up. Out of the blue, her hind legs just stopped working — even for The Wet Food.

How about that moment or three of pure silence in between “That’s the Way” and “Bron-Y-Aur Stomp”?

I have a new myspace friend. She’s one of my only non-porno friends, and I wrote and told her about Kitty Licious. I told Barbie Cummings, too. Barbie met Kitty Licious, and so did Barbie’s dog, Fifi. I called Cherry Poppens and told her, too. I called my little brother. And my mom.

My next door neighbor sold me on the idea of getting a cat when I was banging out Anxiety Attack after Anxiety Attack; she felt a cat might help calm my nerves…and she was right. So we went to the SPCA where I was living at that time (Dallas, TX…the only city in America where you could whack a President and get away with it) and we went through all the kitties on death row and I chose Kitty Licious. Her name then was “Mindy”, which I immediately changed to Kitty Licious — although there were times I called her Kitty Rock. Or just plain Kitty.

I dug through my records and found the only two Zeppelin records I own — III and Houses of the Holy — and chose the former cause of Side 2. I thought about Kitty while the temp picked up in “Gallows Pole”. Then I smoked and danced and ate peanut M & M’s and I thought about Kitty and I thought about how ridiculous I looked, if, say, anyone was watching me, but hey, that’s OK, cause that’s one of the great things about being alone at any given moment in time.

The psychedelic folksong “Hats Off To (Roy) Harper” is as oddly weird as it is compelling.

Tomorrow I have lots to do: pick up a ManoJob scene from a friend who did me a favor and shot it; take my dog for a long walk; I should go get my HIV test, cause even though I’m not male talent, I always like to know I’m clean as a whistle; I need to edit a scene for No Way Am I Gay; and I have to find and hire a Dick Sucker, and it’s hard, cause I’m home, and there’s not as many Dick Suckers in Arizona as there seems to be in Los Angeles, where I work, and even though I’m not in LA working the site still needs an update, so it turns out I’m working on my holiday.

That is, if you consider filming a girl sucking a dick “work” — I know I sure do.

I can hear the record popping against the label, which means it’s done, so I think it’s time I called it a night, too, and went to bed. Without Kitty Licious…which will be the first time since October, 1993.

I’m going to miss my old friend.

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happy birthday jesus

The Honkey writes:

whats up, all of you at west coast, Im a big fan of your interracial porn. You guys are doing a great job of getting hot white girls to submitt to black dudes, and its crossed over big time in all the cities and suberbs. I know a lot of Italian and russian girls that are giving it up to the brothas on the down low and on the up an up. I talk to this hot italian chic, were cool, and she tells me shes been on craigs list looking for a black guy to pop off in her ass and mouth. She the brunette to the far right. She said if I can help her find a brotha shell let me watch her get fucked or jerk me off with her feet. Man im askin you to hook up this honkey and sighn her up, ill take the left overs after she gets spunked in the ass and mouth. i will take What ever she will give me on camera or off, ive been cool with her for 8 years now and you cant touch her unless you have money or you black dude packin a pistol. even if she doesn’t want to go threw with it on film, hook me up with a jerk off spot in one of your flicks i love to see white girls get pounded by the more dominent male species. ill sit there in the corner and jerk my little pencil dick off while one of the brothas is diggin into a piece of hot white meat. I live in NYC, ill fly over to the west coast for that assighnment and you dont have to pay me. ill do it for free. write back and let me know whats up.

Dear Honkey –

Here’s what’s up: your e-mail may surprise some, but, oddly (or strangely…or sadly) enough it doesn’t surprise me. See, I get to read a lot of the fan mail that comes to Blacks on Blondes, and Spring Thomas, and Gloryhole, and some of the other interracial porn sites I shoot for, and, well…a TON of them are almost exactly like yours.

Sometimes it’s the wife, or the girlfriend, but like I said, there’s a whole lotta Honkeys like you trying to get their gal sick with some o’ dat Jungle Fevah, yo.

My reaction is three fold:

1) You’re drunk, or high, or drunk and high, and it’s 3 am, and you’re horny, and you haven’t busted a nut yet, and you’re looking at a pic of a girl you may or may not know, and you’re in fantasy mode, and part of that fantasy is actually writing the e-mail to me, or Blacks on Blondes, which, once you hit the “SEND” button on your e-mail software, should do the trick…now go clean up.

2) You’re drunk, or high, or drunk and high, and it’s 3 am, and you’re horny, and you’re pissed that your chick just broke up with you recently, and she’s actually the pretty brunette you’re speaking of, and this is part of your revenge fantasy, which, once you hit the “SEND” button on your e-mail software, should do the trick…now go clean up.

3) You’re drunk, or high, or drunk and high, and it’s 3 am, and you’re horny, and you’re about to ask your girlfriend to live out a fantasy of yours, which is to bang a black dude while you watch, so you’re fishing a bit and thinking an e-mail to me might actually work, which, once you hit the “SEND” button on your e-mail software, should do the trick…now go clean up.

I’m betting Number 1 is the truth here, mainly cause any chick in the world – even super duper ugly ones – can get laid without resorting to Craigslist.

Number 2 might be it, but I don’t think so.

And if I hit the jackpot with Number 3, my advice to you is don’t: some fantasies are left being just that. Make her talk like a dirty truck driver to you while you guys do it, make say she’s worships black dick (any dialogue along those lines will work splendidly) but don’t go through with it my brotha…cause every single person I know that’s gone there wishes, eventually, that they didn’t go there – for lots of different reasons, none of which being the girl turned into a black cock whore and never wanted to be with Honkies like us again.

In addition to your cuckold fantasy, you’re a foot fetish dude, too; from my days shooting porno and reading porno related e-mails all I can tell you is there’s a whole lotta cuckolds and foot worshippers.

I’d stick to having girls jerk you with their sweet little toesies, my friend.

Yours – Billy

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Today’s Guest Blogger: The Minion (on Jewel Denyle’s Mom )

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Super Minion

From time to time I have guests blog whatever it is they feel like blogging. I will not tell them what to blog; I won’t edit it; I won’t influence the Guest Blogger in any way.

The Legend of The Minion hasn’t really made its way out of Porn Valley, but someday his site will be up and he’ll be a household name across this fine Nation.

Lately I’ve been reflecting on the whores that were supplied to me courtesy of Chico Wang. It seems that my tiny, circumcised pecker entered most new gonzo chicks from 2004-2006. There are some I don’t even recall. However, one that sticks out the most is the one I did With De’bella.

She met me at a party a few days earlier that Chico Wang also attended. She asked to shoot for him and he volunteered my name to be the dick she was to milk. I was intrigued seeing as how she came into the business at the ripe old age of 50 and her daughter is Jewel Denyle (a whore I’ve always pulled my pudd to). Also, this was to be my last internet scene since I’ve clocked in at least 150 or so.

The setup: I am a talk show host interviewing De’Bella complete with an audience of the “who’s who” of porn: Will Powers, Brian Surewood, Haley Paige, and some others I can’t remember. I give a short monologue and she comes in. I ask her some questions (which escape my mind at the moment) but she was on her knees in a matter of seconds. However, what would a scene with The Minion be without some baked foods for abuse? She proceeded to stuff my ass with cupcakes for her to fish out with her early bird breakfast tongue.

We were going to fuck but apparently menopause hadn’t quite kicked in yet so we went for my cock to be in her mouth the entire time. Think about the following positions in your head as you eat dinner: I has on all fours as she ate frosting from my crack, I was on my back with my legs raised up as she dug for cupcake heaven in my ass. The entire time the audience howled in laughter since this was not something you’d see on Leno, Letterman, or Conan. Of course, several puns were used at the expense of those she knows.

It was now time for the pop shot and she gave me some wicked “me time” and then she received the goo in her mouth. It was a shining moment and I wish I had photos of the mayhem but it’s a scene that will live in infamy. She was a class act the entire time and sucks a mean dick.

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Staight Boi

D writes:

Mr. Watson,
In your latest posting you touched straight vs gay porn and the men in both. For many years I’ve been a member of a twelve step group, AA, and although my problem was strictly a case of to many empties lying around after an evening of social drinking, the doors of the group were open to anyone regardless of other issues. It was also strongly Christian, so we are talking some conflicted souls. It was in North Hollywood, so it drew from the same demographic group as your performers.

A surprising number of members were street hustlers, and I got to know a man and woman — she pregnant and he, a street prostitute. They were desperate, so he was on the stroll. He was adamant he was straight and wanted to get out of that life.

I was skeptical, to me knocking over liquor stores was a more reasonable choice but then I was not him. I knew that in some quarters getting your dick sucked in prison did not make you gay, and I couldn’t be absolutely sure that in some drunken frolic I hadn’t been blown by some transvestite, so maybe being the pitcher depended more on what was going on in the mind rather than what was going down.

I asked him about it and he told me he was able to disassociate himself from what was happening to him; he described it like being a robot. He could apparently do this at will which struck me as being the perfect skill needed to be a professional killer so I moved away.

Masturbating in public is gayish behavior in my opinion and I assume the consumer is gay. I don’t get it anymore than I get pantyhose freaks, foot freaks or Germans that eat poop. I wonder if all this isn’t based on some kind of transcendent disassociative disorder on the part of the performers, certainly if you’re risking knowingly AIDS this has to be a skill of the trade.

At any rate on to sunnier topics. I enjoyed your recent posts, its nice to know that Bree has a good relationship going with her sugar daddy, I reckon it will persist about as long a the mayflies once the money goes. I’ve never much wanted to ejaculate on a womans face, I usually go for something deeper down the hatch, ah lets face it I’m making her swallow it, but I see your point.

As a favor would you ask your girls why they get those elaborate scroll work tattoos on their back just above their ass? You can’t see them in the mirror so I don’t see the pay off for the tattooee.

Keep up the good work.

D

Dear Mister D –

Yes, the act of disassociation is very, very powerful, and to tell you the truth, I’ve been on sets, shooting, and noticed the female talent disassociating herself from what was taking place on camera. And I gotta tell ya, brotha, I’m fortunate as it’s only happened to me once or twice – and with the same girl (whose name won’t be mentioned here)…cause it really bummed me out.

Anyone who enters into Man-on-Man Luvin’ is, at the very least, bisexual. I don’t care what kind of disassociation skills Bi Boi has worked out for himself – or how much time he’s doing in the clink. I had one male performer who’s Gay-for-Pay tell he he’s “80% straight” – and it’s still a total mystery to me how he pulled that number out of his hat, and what it means exactly: I’m assuming that out of the last 10 people he’s banged, 8 were girls.

Another mystery to me is that tat-on-the-lower-back phenom that’s seems to ever so popular among girls today — the “Tramp Stamp”. One of my favorite parts of “The Wedding Crashers” is when it was referred to as a “target”, which, to me, is as good as any explanation I can come up with; that, or it’s a safe place to have something “naughty” hidden…it’s a place that covers easily when need be.

Any time a dude masturbates for others to see, there’s some sort of sexual deviance taking place. Wait, I take that back. I’m going to state, right here and now, that gay sex isn’t deviant sexual behavior, even though it’s defined as being so. And sure, the straight boys I film beating their meat is intended for the gay market…cause, simply put, you can’t rely on female consumers in my business; as a whole, and for practicality’s sake, girls buying porn simply doesn’t exist.

The other masturbation forum that is definitely deviant behavior is beating off in public as a means of shocking / disturbing / flashing an unknowing victim…and, of course, this is always a dude being super creepy in public. My whole point here, of course, is that sort of behavior isn’t “gay” — it’s just criminal.

If the T-Girl who blew you never told you She was a He, then that’s criminal, too…and you’re not gay. If you knew a T-Girl was blowing you, then you’re at least 20% gay.

And finally, I’d like to make a statement on this whole HIV/AIDS-In-Porn thing that so many people seem interested in: while never downplaying or minimalizing the risks associated to sex-without-a-condom, and certainly not trying to pass myself off as a health care professional, I believe it’s super very tough to transmit HIV through oral and vaginal sex. I won’t shoot an anal creampie, however…which is to say even I have limits to the debauchery I record to digital video tape.

Thanks for your kind words, D.

Your pal, Billy

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Adrianna Nicole and Her Spotless Poop Chute – or, Brown.

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Adriana Nicole

In my business, the more you’re willing to do, the more jobs will come your way, and with jobs cometh income. Lots of income.

Adrianna Nicole pretty much does it all: solo, girl-girl, boy-girl, anal, group sex, interracial, as well as fetish work.

Adrianna rules. Is it cause she loves Sushi so much? Or cause she turned me on to this salmon-roll thingy the other night I can’t name right now, but whatever this thingy was called had a whole Yin and Yang thing happening with hot and cold? Cause she showed me where to buy those lovable stuffed toys Pee and Poo? Cause her Chihuahua, Iggy, is Bad to the Motherfucking Bone? Cause she lives across the hall from Nina Hartley? Cause Lorelei Lee is in love with her? Or cause she’s often seen with Gia Paloma harassing IKEA customers?

No no no.

It’s because she let me take this picture before her anal scene we shot for Blacks On Blondes. You know pictures like these aren’t the stuff you get to see on any of those silly DVD’s you rent at the Dirty Book Store. Look at her – squatting on her bright red dildo that’s stuck directly into her pooper, only to pull it out a few seconds later for An Inspection of Brown. And what if there’s even a hint of that awful color? Well then it’s time for another enema!

Many of you know sticking anything up your butt can get a little Brown from time to time, and in order to prevent Brown from happening on set, Veteran Anal Whores like Adrianna take all the usual precautionary measures to halt any and all Brown: no eating at least 12 hours before an anal scene, followed with Imodium AD a few hours prior to call time, and then enema, enema, enema!

Ever bang your girl in the booty? I bet your dick looked like a Fudgescicle when you pulled it out, huh? And suddenly the smell of ass pervaded the room, right?

Come on – you know it did.

I know cause when I used to bang my ex in the booty the few times we made crazy butt love, sure nuff – Brown. And she’d get all embarrassed, and of course I’d play it off like it was no big deal, until I got out of the bedroom, then I’d sprint as fast as I could directly into the shower to hose it all off – gagging the whole way there.

One time Brian Pumper admitted to everyone on set he often walks into a bathroom after a girl drops a deuce simply to beat off to Her Smell of Brown. If you know Brian, this makes perfect sense. If you only know Pumper from his movies, you probably don’t know his affection for smelling shit…and if you have no clue who Brian Pumper is, then Ignorance is Bliss.

That’s right, I’ve repeatedly said Brown throughout today’s entry, and capitalized it as well.

And neither Adrianna nor Lorelei experienced anything in the way of Brown the day we all worked together. I just wish Lorelei would have let me take a picture of her Prepping For The Brown – but she’s modest and meek and blushes most of the time and sometimes squeaks just like a little, little girl.

But I’ll blog about that later.

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myspace, motherfuckers.

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Gravity's Rainbow

Well, I’ve had myspace up for a few weeks now, and I’ve got 55 friends. Some of them I had before myspace, but most are new. I can’t tell you how nice it is to have 55 friends. I don’t think I’ve had 55 friends since high school – and now, just days after turning 33 years old, I’ve got more friends than I know what to do with.

I’ve had a few comments: DN The Hater – the man who loves to hate me – called my space “boring”; my brother, who loves to hate on myspace, called my space “gay”; and not once have I even gotten close to getting laid.

However, I got a message just now from a new friend of mine. She said, and I quote, “You’re absolutely adorable. And I have a fetish for highly literate smut peddlers.”

So now I’m gonna ask you to pardon the pun as I pull out my big gun to really turn her on (as well as any freaky freaks who have a fetish for intellectual porno directors): I’m attempting, at this very moment, to read two Thomas Pynchon novels simultaneously – Gravity’s Rainbow, as well as his latest effort, Against The Day. I’m working on GR in Los Angeles, after a long day of committing filth to digital tape; Against The Day is my Phoenix read – the city in which I live.

The only reason I bring this up is to increase my chances of turning on any fetish freaks who get off on literate smut peddlers; if you’re reading this, you need to e-mail me right away so I can fly to wherever it is you call home. I’ll meet you at the local Art Museum and we’ll chat about something like Post-Modern thought in 21st Century America over a nice cup of coffee after strolling through the place; I’ll demand a tour of any and all worthwhile used bookstores in the immediate area; we’ll follow that up with any and all used record stores, too – but please, all I ask is we scout the vinyl section of whatever store we end up at (hence the name “record” store and not “CD” or (gasp) “MP3” store) and then we’ll eat a nice dinner (I’m easy to please here) before heading back to your place for some red hot luvin’.

Red Hot.

Luvin’.

Cause damnit, I need my V2 Rocket to unload all over the place – you can even choose where.

All I ask is that you’re not a dude – cause No Way Am I Gay.

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My Casting Woes

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Brandy Dallas

I don’t think I’ve ever really talked about casting before, so I’ll do it now.

Seems simple, doesn’t it? Just hire the hottest girl you possibly can to do the naughtiest things she’s willing to do, point a camera at her while she’s doing it…and soon, you’ll be a millionaire.

Right?

Wrong.

Well. Maybe not entirely wrong. But do me a favor, would ya? Tell me what makes a girl hot. This is purely rhetorical, of course…maybe not. I mean I know what a hot girl looks like, just the same as you know what a hot girl looks like. She’s maybe 5’7″ or so, and she’s brunette, and she has piercing blue eyes, and petite – but shapely – boobies…and she’s intelligent, and she knows how smart she is, but she doesn’t show all those smarts off. She’s got some booty, too…but not a whole lot, and she can look stunning when she dresses up, but dress her down and she’s just as hot – maybe more so.

Right?

I see girls like this walking around Larchmount, the neighborhood I walk around with after dinner with my Actor Pal, who no longer allows me to refer to him on my blog as anything but Actor Pal. Anyways, I’ll point out a hot girl, and she’ll look like what I just described, and he’ll kinda shrug his shoulders and mumble something, and then, suddenly, when a petite Asian girl who looks like she’s about 17 walks by, he’ll flip his lid.

My partner in Spunkmouth likes them with huge fake tits and platinum blonde hair. Creepy Q, my editor, likes the Muffin Top – that is, the girl who’s got an ample mid-section…enough of one to flow over the top of her pants – which is to say he’s a chubby chaser.

I got an e-mail from a reader the other day who asked, “why haven’t you started a site with redheads…they’re so fucking hot!”

Show any one of those guys an agent’s website, and ask them to cast a scene for me, and I’ll get as many different choices as there are dudes doing the casting.

So what should I do? Well…I do the best I can. Which leads me up to my whole point here – I can’t please everyone, and sometimes, when I cast a girl, I take a bit of a risk. Just take a look at Brandy Dallas. She’s the gal stuck right in the middle of all those brothas. She’s last week’s Blacks On Blondes update, too. And, to tell you the truth, I don’t think she’s too hot. In fact, I think I might have made a mistake casting her. I kinda knew that going while making the decision, and when I get into that kind of predicament – which isn’t often – I’ll push a girl like that to her limits…cause, well, she ain’t that hot.

I’m being so honest here it’s starting to hurt.

Anyways, I met Brandy Dallas while she was shacking up at the local Porno Hotel with Barbie Cummings and some other out-of-town porno chick whose name I can’t remember (but damn, did that girl talk a whole lot about herself). I know this cause I took all three out to dinner that night, and poor Brandy Dallas, who flew all the way from somewhere in Texas, didn’t have any jobs, and I started to feel sorry for her, cause she’s such a nice girl, and she loves sex, and she has these little sex parties in the little town in Texas where she’s from, and she came out to LA to be a porn star, but let’s face it, she doesn’t really have what it takes to be a porn star, cause she’s not that hot.

I’m being so honest here it’s starting to get painful.

I’m in a business where a girl is based entirely on her looks, and a dude is based entirely on the size of his penis and his ability to maintain an erection. And honestly, sometimes this bothers me…well, on the girl’s end of the deal. But here’s where it gets fun. I haven’t spoken to Creepy Q about my decision to book Brandy Dallas, but I bet he likes her look. And, I bet, more than a few of you reading this now like Brandy, too. She doesn’t look like a porn star at all, and that’s what makes her a good casting decision. (Maybe I just threw that out as a way to reassure myself I didn’t make a mistake casting her).

Here’s where the shit gets really painful, and again, I’m being honest here. Since Brandy isn’t all that hot, I knew the only way I’d give her the job is if she did something kinda kooky.

Kinda nutty.

Kinda crazy.

Like maybe sucking off an army of ghetto thugs, straight outta the ghetto where my Ghetto Porno Studio is located. I also gave the ghetto thugs a license to act kinda kooky. Kinda nutty. Kinda crazy. Now…I won’t lie to you here: Brandy OK’d my choice on the scene’s scenario, and she went with it, and my feeling is she went with it cause she knew if she didn’t go with it she’d probably go home with no money at all.

I’m being so completely honest here I think I’m about to poop my pants.

So the ghetto thugs basically fuck Brandy’s mouth loose, and they blow a whole bunch of sperm all over her, and the black guys yell and scream, and some of them kinda took it far – so far my PA Cherry Poppens walked out of the room – and the scene was shot, and everyone made their money, and Brandy Dallas was just fine throughout the whole entire thing.

I know this cause I asked her, over and over, if she was ok with it while I rolled tape.

So there you have it. On the way home, I had a “talk” with Brandy, and told her if she wanted to come back sometime in the future, she might want to look into an exercise program, and a make over, and maybe practice some dirty talking and sucking the next time she threw one of those little Texas Porno Parties of hers.

I just took a look at the agent’s site where I booked Brandy from, and she’s not there anymore, which probably means she’s gone from the porno game, and I think that’s a good thing. Not because she isn’t what I define as a “hot” girl…not because she can’t really talk dirty too well, or fuck and suck like a champ…not because any of that at all.

It’s just that some people simply aren’t cut out to do the things they want to do, no matter how badly they want to do them – which doesn’t mean they can’t do it. Who knows – maybe Brandy Dallas will be the next Jenna Jameson. Well, maybe the next Spring Thomas. Well, maybe the next Flick Shagwell. Well, maybe the next Tori Welles. Well, maybe the next Vanessa Del Rio.

Well…maybe not.

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Wesley Pipes

Chris writes:

Dear Billy watson ,

I just wanted to say that I love your blog !! it’s pretty interesting to hear first hand about all the stuff that happens behind the scenes on these porn shoots. I like your style of writing as well, your a great storyteller and I think that adds to the great quality of this blog . Blacks on blondes has been one of my favorite sites for quite some time. I have a question : Wesley Pipes is no doubt one of the funniest motherfuckers in porn! He’s like the Tracy Morgan of porn, only more gangster! What is his deal ? Is he coming out with his own site ? I’ll tell you what he should ! That guy is gangster! No doubt he has done a couple of bids here and there. I love it when he’s telling some white chick exactly how he wants his dick sucked. Are you coming out with more stuff featuring him ? Inquiring heads want to know. Keep up the good work , i’m looking forward to seeing more stuff in the future.

sincerly,
Chris

Heya Chris!

What kind words from such a kind man. You’re a gentleman and a scholar. And you’re right about Wesley Pipes. For my money, there’s no better talent – white or black – working the game right now. The picture I took here for Dogfart and the Blacks On Blondes crew says it all: Wesley Pipes is one bad ass motherfucker. I know I’ve blogged about Wes before, and I’ll say it again, cause a lot of what I say here gets buried in my archives, and no one really reads anything that falls off the first page of my blog – Wesley Pipes is, hands down, the most dangerous man I know.

He’s dangerous in a number of ways. He’s dangerous on set. He tears up white pussy. Shreds white girls’ asses. Just rips it up. And he thrives on it all.

But, if he’s dangerous, who hires him? How does he work? I mean I would never hire a dangerous man into my studio. By that I mean anyone who would do any bodily harm to anyone. I just can’t think of a better way to describe him.

See, these girls meet Wes, and he’s a very clever, charming guy…until the camera rolls. Then he steps into character, and it’s all over. And guess what? The girls LOVE it. They go nuts. Ask Spring Thomas! She’ll back me here.

It’s really funny, cause some girls are a bit nervous the day they walk into my studio to work with Wes…cause they’ve “heard things”. Once we talk it out, I discover they heard something from someone who talked to this guy who knew this director who said Wes isn’t the best guy to work with. And then I clarify things, and then Wes walks into my studio, and he meets and greets, and the next thing I know my female talent is chatting with Wes, and everyone’s very friendly, and then the next thing you know – it’s on.

As in it’s ON.

That’s when Wesley Pipes turns into a very dangerous man.

His favorite saying is “white girls never say no”…and guess what? On my set, once a girl warms up to Wes…they never say no.

Never.

Wes has that uncanny ability. Really. They never say no. And they do it – “it” meaning they say “yes” – with a smile on their face. Then they moan and groan, and then it’s on.

As in it’s ON.

Take a look at today’s blog pic: it’s a yet-unseen still from a future update at Blacks On Blondes. Wesley and his homie Ice Cold do a real number on a Betty Page look-a-like named Bobbi Starr. I snapped this pic right before Wesley invaded Miss Starr’s colon. And Bobbi loved every minute of her double-dark dicking.

I’m serious.

And when it was over, Miss Starr thanked Wesley Pipes, like they all do. Wes usually gets their phone number, and the female talent wind up requesting him on future jobs, and that’s that. I wish I could explain it more. Maybe it has to do with his bad boy image and girls who really don’t want a nice guy, even though they always say they do. Maybe someone with more brains than I can explain it more adequately – like Dr. Drew, or Dr. Phil, or Dr. Joyce Brothers…maybe Dr. Suess or Dr. Doolittle.

Someone, anyone – help me.