OK, I admit it. Every once in a while, I’ll jump in and POV a scene. I haven’t done it a lot, but that really doesn’t matter. Once you do it, you do it. My ex thinks I’m crazy for having my dick “all over the net”…and I retort with “but the only person who knows that is you – and whoever I choose to tell.” She doesn’t say anything after that. Oh well.

Sometimes it’s a POV by plan, and sometimes it just happens.

When I booked Britt, it just happened.

Britt was brand new, really hadn’t done anything to speak of, and her (then) agent assured me that if I hired her, she’d put on a good scene. He promised she was cute, too, so I went ahead and booked her without seeing her picture. (note: if you ever plan to make pornos, don’t ever do this. it’s really a bad idea).

Her agent also arranged for male talent.

Everyone shows up, and I’m very pleased with Britt. She’s cute and has a great personality. Male talent, however, is a bit of a let down. Mainly cause he was hung like a cocktail weiner. Now I’m not one to brag – but damn. Dude was seriously packing about 4 inches. Maybe 5. Thing was, I couldn’t tell – cause he couldn’t get it up.

After about 15 minutes of nothing, I call Dude out to the front room and tell him I think it’s time to call it a day. He agrees. And then he follows up with “she doesn’t know how to suck dick, bro. Trust me.”

Men’s egos are fragile things. We all know this. I’ve had male talent get wood problems in the past, and I’m always understanding. Suckin’ and fuckin’ with a camera on ain’t like makin’ love in your bedroom; if you’ve read my blog at all, you’d know I’ve said this more than once. So I patted Dude on the back, told him “no sweat”, and sent him home.

My turn.

Do I need to tell you Britt sucked a mean dick? That she gave me 100% in the scene, and took the load without a problem? Do I need to tell you not too long after that scene, Britt moved to Los Angeles, got herself a new agent, and started calling herself Taryn Thomas?

And when she came back, I booked her for Spunkmouth?

Oh sure, I could walk around now and tell people I shot Taryn Thomas way back when, and she sucked my dick, and blah blah blah blah blah. Instead I’ll just keep it to myself…and now, you guys.

And I’ll be keeping my fingers crossed for her in Vegas next month, when they announce the winner of Best New Starlet for ’05. I don’t think I need to tell you who my money’s on…