What happens in Palm Springs does not stay in Palm Springs
Okay, honeys… This will be short but festive. I did my first scene for this trip last night, and it was with Parker London. Very cool guy, and he is definitely a rock star: He was ooo-ing and ahhh-ing people’s music collections (and I didn’t recognize any of the names he was enamored with… That MUST mean he’s an aficionado, yes?). Anyway, I enjoyed working with him, and it was a hot scene.
Today, if I understand it right, I am shooting with Jesse Santana. Have you ever looked at someone and thought “This muthafucka is completely outta my league?” Yeah… That is how I’m feeling right now. He’s so gorgeous I’m a liitle afraid to touch him. But, I will do my best to bear this burden. 😉
We’re staying at one of the gay, clothing optional resorts here in Palm Springs, and let me just say this: The ass monkey is not necessarily a nocturnal creature (though I did nearly walk into a threesome on the sidewalk trying to get to my room), and you can peep some hot muscle daddy action from behind the blinds during the afternoons. I thought I was beyond the blushing stage, but I have to admit that it’s intimidating to do a photo shoot or scene and catch people watching the process with binoculars. LOL