I was supposed to fuck my husband that day. To be more precise, I was supposed to fuck my husband that day for money.
It was the first day on the set for my new showcase movie, title yet to be determined. I had shot numerous showcase movies before, but this one was different, because months prior, we had put out a call on social media:
Thinking of doing a “fan request” movie…. Is there anything you’ve been dying to see me do? Types of scenes/outfits/girls/guys?
It was not a groundbreaking idea; reaching out to fans for requests was something that had been done many times before. But it was my first time. Answers started to come in right away, and by the end of the day, it was clear what the frontrunners were: hardcore anal, black guys, blowbang, lesbian scene with Kendra Lust, Harajuku Girl outfit, double penetration. (“Fuck me” and “Shut up and show me your asshole” were popular answers as well, but we decided not to go with them.)
For my hardcore anal scene, I chose my husband Toni to work with. Upon hearing this, one might think I took the easy route—what could be less work than fucking my own husband? But one would be mistaken. When I worked with Toni, I was his ragdoll. He was the one I could submit to best: no holes barred. Toni is insane when the camera is rolling—by the time the director yells “Cut,” I am so sore that I need to rest for an hour before I can drive myself home. A scene with him guaranteed me three sore holes, multiple bruises and a genuine feeling of “What the fuck just happened; why was there a foot in my vagina?”
And I liked it.
