Not Having Sex is the New Sex<\/p>Bella Vendetta<\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n Being in the sex industry I sometimes get well\u2026.oversexed. I\u2019ve been making porn in one way or another since I was barely 18. I am about to be 32. Still making porn, and still with epic tits. But of course, I can\u2019t watch porn like I used to. It\u2019s sort of weird watching porn now, I know all the people. Jerking off to your friends can either be super hot, or super weird. I started this and wanted it to be a fanfic piece about My fantasies with current pornstars I\u2019m crushing on, then I realized My fantasies involving porn stars probably aren\u2019t what most people would think they would be. Sometimes not having sex is the new sex. Sometimes I just want to play with your hair\u2026but that\u2019s a story for another time\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n I met Ryan Driller on a set in New Hampshire. I had just left My husband not that long before and was in a \u201cI hate men and I never want to have sex with one again\u201d mode. It was a long, really long day. I didn\u2019t have a sex scene, I was actually just acting in a porno. But because I wasn\u2019t having sex I got an insultingly low rate for the day. This coupled with the fact that I was starving and somehow kept getting called to do things (mostly sit there while people fucked with lights) when the food was out put Me into sort of a rotten mood. Ryan Driller came up and handed Me an orange\u2026..which he had peeled. I remember thinking \u201cI don\u2019t remember the last time a man did anything that nice for Me\u2026I would totally suck his dick.\u201d I mean he peeled a fucking orange for Me. Who DOES that?<\/p>\n\n\n\n My fantasies surrounding Ryan Driller these days has morphed into a scenario wherein he would do sit-ups while I ate bonbons and sprayed him with water. THAT is what I think about when I get Myself off. Do I wonder what he tastes like? Yes, but that\u2019s something I contemplate in line at the grocery store. The sweaty in bed when no one is around fantasy is all about rippling muscles, sweat and bon bons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019ve never met James Darling, which is maybe what makes the fantasy even hotter. And when I say hot fantasy, what I mean is listening to mix tapes and passing a bottle back and forth. Yah yah, I\u2019ve spent Friday night making a mixtape for James Darling that I plan on sending for Valentine\u2019s day, hopefully My appreciation for jazz, country and crooney female vocalists can win Me some points. Do I want to shoot a porn scene with James Darling? Yes, very much so, hopefully our sex scene involves listening to a mixtape on cassette and passing a bottle back and forth. I mean, I\u2019m jerking Myself off thinking about extended makeout sessions with Nina Simone playing in the backround. Orgasms secondary. Anyway, I have been known to have an orgasm from a well-placed finger on My lower back and a really hard bite on My lower lip. I imagine James darling to be the kind of man who can do both simultaneously, in My fantasy he is anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I think I read Jasmine St Clair\u2019s writing before I ever saw one of her scenes. I sort of fell in love with her brain and personality before I fell in love with her ability to take a cock. Fellow female metal head? Swooooon! When I first saw her fucking on film My immediate thought was to clone Myself a few times over so that I could gangbang her. Over the years (yes, years) My fantasy has changed quite a bit. Jasmine, is the type of woman you want to run into a circle pit with holding her hands, the kind of woman you want to headbang with, the kind of woman you want to makeout with in a very crowded room somewhere in a dark corner where no one will notice. Like at a show. A really loud show so that even if she\u2019s trying to talk to you, you just smile and pretend to hear what she\u2019s saying, because it\u2019s probably something beautiful anyway. Maybe she\u2019s the kind of woman you want to finger bang in a mosh pit too\u2026but if I could do the hand holding headbanging part I\u2019d have a lot of <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n masturbation fodder for many more years to come.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Zinester Erotica<\/p>Bella Vendetta<\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n Zinester Erotica<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n My fingers were sticky with glue. Not just normal glue, glue stick glue. I had been cutting and pasting all afternoon. Not computer click and drag cut and paste. Zine cut and paste. The kind where you bleed from tiny papercuts after too many hours of laying out single phrases across the page. I had papers sprawled across the wooden floor, and Belle and Sebastian crooning out of My ghetto blaster. My toes twitched in the summer air and I sang along. The author:<\/p>\n\n\n\n Bella Vendetta is a professional and lifestyle Domina hailing from Western MA. She has almost 12 years training and experience in the BDSM lifestyle and the adult industry. As well as working as a Pro Domme and internationally published fetish model Bella is an award winning adult film star. Bella Vendetta is also a B movie starlet, runs her own niche fetish site, and hosts a monthly naked cooking webcam show. Colleges and Universities around the northeast frequently ask Bella to speak and lecture about Her experiences in the sex industry. In addition to her work in the adult industry she also moonlights as a journalist writing about and interviewing tattoo artists, MMA fighters, rock and metal musicians. To learn more visit www.BellaVendetta.com<\/a> . Zinester erotica<\/strong> was originally published in \u201cScreamer issue #2\u2033 from MyOwnBrain Productions; the zine can be purchased for $5 by emailing BellaVendetta666@gmail.com<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n
He came in without knocking, as was often custom. He sat in My computer chair and watched Me slinking across the floor, reaching for scissors and more paper. No one had said anything yet, as was also custom. He glanced at the penis gun I was cutting out.
\u201cIs that the cover?\u201d his first words to Me all day
\u201cYah, you like it?\u201d
\u201cNice\u201d he said
He had wheeled the chair closer to where I was sitting by this time. He kicked at My foot in a poor attempt at kindergarten flirtation. Next thing I knew I suddenly found Myself half in his lap, half on the floor, grasping on to the glue stick for dear life. My skirt was up and his fingers were inside Me. Pressing on all the right spots. I gave up on trying to hold onto the glue stick and let him slide his fingers inside Me as far as they would go. Making Me more wet by the second. I was nearly upside down, with one hand on top of his feeling the rhythm of his wrist twist and turn in My wetness. My own fingers working furiously at My clitoris until My lack of balance gave in and I had to put My hand back on the floor. My damp fingers making the zine in progress sticky with fluids other than glue.
As I came the papers were strewn across the floor in an unorganized fashion, My hair stuck to My forehead and Belle and Sebastian had ended quite some time ago\u2026
I rolled over and the drawing of the penis gun was stuck to My thighs, slick with sweat. I peeled it from My leg and continued laying the title over it. This put a whole new twist on zinester erotica, I should put together more of these compilations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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