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.