Katrina Rosebud and her trip to the Glory hole

Katrina Rosebud

When I was in junior high, I had a Social Studies teacher who was a total hippy. He’d play records while we were working on whatever it was we were working on that day. One of his records was “The Worst of Jefferson Airplane”, and I’d always wonder why anyone would name anything “The Worst” of…until now.

This blog’s original air date: October 23rd, 2005.

I’m laying around Dogfart’s secret mansion one night, watching TV and just cold-stone chillin’, when out of the blue Katrina Rosebud plops herself right next to me on the couch. She says hello, introduces herself, begins rubbing the inside of my thigh almost immediately, and asks if I’d like a back rub.

I know, I know. I can’t believe it, either. But I make a quick decision to ride this wave as far as she’ll take me.

Next thing I know we’re really getting friendly. I’m getting my back rubbed, she’s telling me her life story, and I’m still laying there thinking this can’t be true. But it was. I mean the back rub was real, and the conversation was real…her hands all over my ass was real.

And when she asked me to jacuzzi, it was very fucking real.

Next thing I know I’m naked, and she’s naked, and we’ve cracked a couple beers, and we’re making out in the jacuzzi. It’s a clear night, the coastline from Malibu to LAX is lit up like a Christmas tree, and I’m thinking there’s really nothing better right now than my life. I mean this is what Porno Land is all about – one second I’m watching TV, and the next minute Katrina Rosebud and I are naked in the jacuzzi, and now I’m on the edge and she’s about ready to start sucking my dick.

That’s when her friend came up and whispered something in her ear.

Katrina tells me to wait a sec…that she’ll be right back. And I say sure thing honey bunny and close my eyes to take it all in. I haven’t even been in Porno Land a month and already I’m hanging out with Porn Stars, and I’m in a multi-million dollar estate with Dogfart and the Crew, and we’re making porn by day and partying by night, and well…like I said: it don’t get any better than this. Fuck..who knows? Maybe both of them are on their way out here to fuck me silly.

A little later and no Katrina Rosebud. No friend. No one. I jump out of the jacuzzi to find my new girlfriend, and I’m thinking she’s inside, getting me a beer or something, and I’m gonna run into her on her way out to me.

Um, nope.

There’s Katrina Rosebud, fully-clothed, talking to Byron Long. Or Wesley Pipes. Or one of the crew. I don’t remember who.

“Hey Katrina, what’s up? Coming back?”

She looks at me like I’m the Elephant Man. And she didn’t answer me, either. I have no idea what’s up, until I find out the next day this all had to do with that secret whisper from her pal…it went something like this: Katrina. That is not the Producer. It’s not the guy renting the mansion. He’s just a lowly second cameraman. He can’t get you any work. I tried motioning that to you while you were rubbing his back in front of the TV. Get the fuck out of the jacuzzi now, and I’ll introduce to the right guy.

So there you have it. Katrina did end up getting a scene, but nothing else. Here’s her free glory hole movie.

And my ride with Katrina Rosebud had ended. Until a few years later, when I was in my LA studio, figuring out my shooting schedule, when I looked up to see Katrina. She had gained weight, looked tired, and she was hurting for work.

I smiled and asked if she remembered me.

Of course she hadn’t.

I smiled again and said I’d call her if I had anything.

Super fun e-Mails: The Green Dragon.

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Alex writes:

hey billy, i just thought of the funiest virus ever! heres my genious idea

image a cmputer virus would hide on everyone computer and it would update all you facebooks, myspace, twitters and so on status messages. only it would not write how you are or what you are doing, it would write the title off the porn movie you have watched last!!

what do you think of that billy?

btw i made green dragon and am really baked
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Hey Alex —

I like your idea very much…but I think it would be tough to write a virus that knows what porno is in your DVD player or what dirty site you last visited or what image is burned into your brain from the last time you jerked off.

How about this: jerk off to the beautiful Miss Tara Lynn Foxx blowing a XXXL-sized ween. She was one of the latest of might fine dick suckers that have graced my BJ site. Here’s some free Tara Lynn Foxx blowjob movies.

Oh, and while I’m at it, here’s Tara Lynn Foxx’s Twitter page. Why not follow her? She loves to let her fans know what she’s doing. I know this cause the other day she came over to my house for a Popsicle, and while she down on her knees enjoying it, she told me all about how much she loves her “Tweeps” — whatever the fuck that means.

Oh, my digressions! Back to your “genious idea”: I would probably like your idea much better if we would have shared some of that Green Dragon.

And I’ll admit I had no idea what Green Dragon was until I looked it up in Wikipedia. Funny thing is, I just left Prague, and they had Cannabis Vodka all over the place. I didn’t partake in that, but I did buy some Cannabis Iced Tea. It was tangy! It was even more of a hoot to watch my mom try a little. My dad refused the drink until I quadruple-dared him…and he only took a swig after Mom downed 1/2 the bottle.

Oh, my European adventures!

Your pal — Billy

PS: Who the fuck designed the toilets in Austria? I mean really…have you ever taken a dump here? There’s this weird shelf where the water is supposed to be, and your turd just kinda lays there until you flush, and then it’s sucked down into this smaller bowl of water just below the shelf…so flushing is akin to blending up a chocolate protein drink. Do I need to tell you how well this facilitates the poopy smell?

I swear it all has to do with the German’s obsession with poop. How else do you explain away their porn?

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This week’s update at the world famous Blacks on Blondes features Bobbi Starr getting gang banged by 4 well hung black dudes. She also gets DP’d. DP = double penetration = a dick up her butt whilst one is filling her cunt.

When I sat down to write today’s blog, all I knew was I’d give you some free dirty movies, so here they are:

Bobbi Starr gloryhole movies.

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But that’s kinda cheap, so I wondered what I was gonna write about, and I don’t have much time, cause I’m about to go on a walking tour in Prague called “The History of Communist Czechoslovakia” when I remembered I have a Bobbi Starr story. I dunno if it’s a good one or not, but I’ll tell it.

I was walking with Civilian Girl in a trendy, kinda-upscale neighborhood in Los Angeles when I heard someone yell, “Billy Watson?!”

I know I’ve told you this before, but I’ll mention it again: we sometimes refer to people who aren’t in the porno game as “civilians”, and this specific girl I was hanging out with is an old, old, friend who knew me long before I was Billy Watson…and will know me long after I’m all done being Billy Watson. We had just finished up a small bottle of wine and shared a dinner at a fancy-pants Italian place and were walking by the cupcake store when I heard my name.

That’s right — a motherfucking cupcake store. What’s the world coming to?

Anyways, it was Bobbi Starr and Dana De Armond, and they were both enjoying their yummy, over-priced cupcakes. Dana had one; Bobbi had two. They’re big cupcakes, too…so I kinda surprised me that Bobbi was tackling two of them. It’s something I would never do…at least not back-to-back sitting in front of the place.

Funny thing was, I totally checked them out as Civilian Girl and I strolled past their table, but I was being a creepy perv (my usual self) and only looked at their tits — Dana’s tits, specifically. I hadn’t even taken the time to connect the face to the tits I was staring at…so I walked by them without even knowing who it was.

Bobbi said, “it is Billy Watson!”

Civilian Girl got to meet porn stars. It’s funny, too, cause as we had left my very favorite record store to go to the trendy LA spot to drink wine and eat Italian food, Civilian Girl was telling me how, in another life, she probably would have been a porn star: she’s adopted, she’s a total slut, and, much to my surprise, she admitted to me that she’s a cutter. Right there in the car ride to dinner. I’ve known this girl for almost 20 years and she’s just telling me now that she’s a Cutter. Which is to say she cuts herself from time to time. Usually when she’s feeling down…or anxious. With something sharp. Usually on her inner-thighs, so no one can see.

Most of the porno girls I’ve shot who cut usually work their arms, which, to me, is really silly. Wouldn’t it make sense to self-mutilate by going to town on somewhere not so conspicuous?

(As I’m banging this out my very favorite internet radio station — SOMA FM / Indie Pop Rocks — is playing Elliot Smith. Serious! Irony?)

The members have rated Dana’s scene in the top 5 on the whole site; Bobbi’s scene that just went up is tops. As in number 1. So it should make sense that Bobbi and Dana usually get a few bucks more for doing a scene than some of their peers. Which is totally unfair, especially when some of their peers deliver a scene every bit as good as Bobbi and Dana.

But whoever said life is fair?

Bobbi saved one of her cupcakes for the ride home, and I know this cause they asked me to drive them back to Dana’s house. Or was it Bobbi’s? I don’t recall…but I do recall the conversation back, which included topics as diverse as Dana’s new braces and their potential effect on oral scenes, as well as the problems that come with performing double anal.

Bobbi and Dana jumped out and we said our goodbyes; we pulled away and Civilian Girl said, “Um…that certainly was interesting. You lead an interesting life.”

“I guess so.”

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