COLBY IN THE CUPBOARD

A lesser known perk of porn proffers a particularly profuse pay-out if you live clear across the country: frequent flyer miles.

Unfortunately, I rarely get booked on the same airline twice.

On my last trip to LA, I cashed in the entirety of my meager American Airlines account to book myself an extra day at a cheap motel in one of LA's sketchier parts of town.  What can I say?  It reminded me of home.

Horny porn star, a sun-drenched California January and a king-size bed. . . Let me stop your imagination from taking you too far.  A balls-to-the-wall motel fuck-fest was not in the cards.  Nary a soul in SOCAL managed to satisfy lil' Colby's thirst for adventure.  "The art of cruising", online and otherwise, has never been my forté-- particularly in the city of angels.  I only get laid on camera these days.  Thank god there was a handy black box to shut myself in and cry the pain away. . .

Jumping on the bed also seemed to do the trick.

Who knew you could have so much fun in a pillow fight for one.

 

 

Photos courtesy of Gabe Ayala and a special "styling" thank you to Mario Diaz for access to a generous wardrobe.