Diary of a pornstar mom superstar

Hi Voxers!!!

No, this isn't a scam or anything like that. Hear me out. I work in the porn industry for an awesome company and they are starting up a webcam site. Check it out for yourself. The company is called HellHouse Media and they've been nominated several times for the AVN Awards, won best new porn company for 2007, and it just goes on.

I'm looking to get girls (sorry guys) who would like to be apart of this and make AWESOME money while working from home. You work your own schedule. Obviously, the more you're online, the more you make.

If you want to know more....email me. talent@hellhousedungeon.com or you can just email me here on Vox. :)

Hope too see you hot chicks online.....Rwrrrrrr.

I hate it when it comes to visit me. I'm too depressed to even write.

Hopfully soon.

Since Angel's not with me this week, I decided to invite my "friend" "Mike" over to my house after dinner last Sat. I met him 2 weeks ago though a set up. We hit it off but unfortunately due to a temporary change in his work schedule we were't able to see each other much.

So when we got back to the house we were watching tv and the topic of piercings came up. He said that he was really attracted to women who had piercing and all that. Well, I have a few piercings, and I'm pierced, down there. I kinda blurted it out and his jaw dropped. He wanted to see it and kept on it until, I finally gave in. I showed him. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning. Next thing I knew, he took a nose dive straight down. I tried to push him away, but then he hit that magic spot. I was done. I melted right there on the couch.

Well, we had amazing sex, to say the least.  In fact we have yet to leave the bedroom - he's still here. It's 3:02 am and I'm still awake. We just had our 5th session today and I think I finally wore him out!

I remember walking in on my mom and Jon having sex when I was younger. Instead of running out of the room like I'd just seen my dog beheaded, I stood there and watched. They didn't see me at first, but then Jon saw me. He smiled at me and licked his lips. Then I ran out of the room. I'll never forget that.

I grew up in in a typical (or atypical) childhood. Single parent and broke. Mom had us, my twin brother and me when she was the ripe age of 16. Never had a dad, never even knew who he was. But she did the best she could with two children and I respect that. We moved around a lot, to say the very least, to different no-tell motels, to relatives houses, to some nights sleeping in our minivan. Mom would make the best of it and get us hyped up as this was referred to as "camping." I hate that word to this very day, "camping." Makes me shudder.

For so many years, mom stayed home with us. She was always there for us, from the time we woke up to the time she tucked us in. I thought parents had some secret bank that would always send a supply of money and goods. But our bank was just a little stingy. But one night I couldn't sleep, it was a new place for us to stay and that always makes it hard for me to get adjusted. My brother "Alex" never had a problem, would just zonk out until Mom woke us up. This night I tossed and turned. I heard my mom in the bathroom making noises. Nothing strange or out of the ordinary, just noises. Like clutter being moved around. Moments later, I heard the door close. I stared at the digital clock all night, waiting. I'll always remember this time: 3:47am. That's the time she came home.

I was confused then, as to what she did for a living. That soon changed as I got older. I knew.

Mom never had a parade of men coming and going, no pun intended. But she did have one semi-steady boyfriend. "Jon." I can't remember how long he stuck around, but it seemed longer than I've ever seen a man around her. He was nice to her, but it was all one big lie. Looking back, I don't think he ever worked. Or worked at one job for very long, so he was around quite a bit.

He would always look at me funny, creepy, gross. I hated to be around him, especially when Mom was not in the room. Jon would always try and get me to sit in his lap and would always seem to want to touch my arm, shoulder, leg. My mom always said...aww, isn't that sweet. NO!!!!!!

When I turned 14, things, life changed. Jon was still around and I seemed to have blossomed over night. Mom trusted him and would leave him at the house while she did errands. Bad idea.

He started to touch me....here and there, everywhere. I cried but he told me Mom would kick me out if I told. He would lure me into the bathroom. He took off my clothes and would slip his fingers inside. Then he would take his pants off. He made me watch him jerk off. After a few months, he made me perform oral on him. He never penetrated me. It was always oral and touching. (Sorry for oversharing. I had to get this weight off of me, emotionally.) The memories are so painful. Have to stop.

Is it any wonder why I got married at 19? I was desperate to get out of the house, the situation.

But that was me then. Not anymore.

Meet Roscoe- real name :-)

He's the man of the house and the only one who shares my bed!!

Roscoe

Dating can be very hard, at least for most women in the sex industry. Sure men are attracted to you and find it hot to date a porn star, but it rarely ever evolves into anything but a sexual relationship. We're not the type you take home to mom, I'm guessing. I've been single ever since my divorce. I've dated, but nothing more than that. I have sex for a living, don't need to have anymore superficial sex. Oh well, the price I pay for the lifestyle I chose.

I met "Dan" a week ago, online. We hit it off, chat daily, have kinky webcam sex- but we have yet to go on a physical date. I don't want to. I just enjoy his company, our sexual talks, etc. I haven't told him what I do for a living, I'm too scared and know he'll be a little too into in, if you know what I mean. So for now, I'm at least filling my daily sexcapades, via web.

I'm honestly pretty busy to maintain a healthy relationship, or at least that's what I've been telling myself for the past 2 years. Sad but true. Between being a mom, work, and travel, I hardly have time for anything else.

I'd still really like to be in a real relationship though.

Hi everyone~

So, this is my attempt to enter the cyberblogging world! My shrink suggested that I keep a journal of the events of my life, to keep track of my insanity to keep some sanity in this hectic world of mine. I took it a step further as I thought about posting my life's entries for the world to read.

As you've guessed, I am a pornstar. I've done many movies and have been in the industry for a good time now. It's not what I envisioned for my life, but it's a choice I willingly made. How did I get here?

I was married by age 19 to my high school sweetheart. He ended up cheating on me and got his mistress pregnant. Mind you she's a coke addict. She would leave their child pretty much at our doorstep and take off...many times for days, and sometimes weeks. I resented my husband, her, and the child. I was hateful and miserable.

After a few years (2 years) I wanted out- a divorce from everyone. Like all children do, they grow on you, even when you don't want then too. The child's mom was a mess. Either in jail or just MIA.. My ex was completely worthless as a husband to me and a father to his daughter.

So what was I to do? I took his daughter in...to live with me. Permanently. Strange? Perhaps, but my heart sank each time I saw the precious girl cry and parentless. She lives with me permanently, but I drop her off to see her mother every other weekend and when I have to work. Most of the time when I drop her off, her mother's not even there. Since she lives at home now, it's grandma who watches over her. Sad, truly. But I have no choice, it's the court who decided that.

Enter becoming a pornstar. Great money, work only 8-10 days a month, and I get to be home with my daughter. I get to see her off to school, wait for her as she gets off the bus, and spend all my time with her. I wouldn't change a thing.

My ex is also MIA, has been for years. I don't care if I see him again, I just feel bad that he doesn't even care to see his baby girl.

In my entries, all the names will be changed, in order to protect privacy. My daughter will be lovingly called "Angel" as she is my little angel.

Sit back.....and welcome to my madness!! :-)