Butt, butt, butt Lani!
Monday, November 3rd, 2008
I have been in the porn biz for years but truthfully I am much more conservative than one would imagine somebody in my industry to be. I can’t help it. I was raised on the East Coast where the white collared stiffs with starchy values golf clubbed country club social mores into kids from the time they were too young to know even know what a beemer was. Don’t talk about money. Do not discuss religion, politics, or your problems, and definitely never ever never talk about sex. Those were things best left in private.
Now admittedly, I ran to the west coast seeking freedom and the chance to see more Dead concerts and inevitably I did loosen up a bit to the point where I got into porn… umm… I guess you can say I loosened up quite a bit but not entirely. There are still some things that bring out that old colonial puritanical crap in me. Walking behind Lani when we went to the mall the other day and watching in shock and awe and a tiny bit of horror as she dropped her pants and mooned me in the parking lot would certainly be proof of that. I didn’t know what to do. She just kept walking with her ass going boom, boom, boom like a tight drum pounding out a hypnotic rhythm that would cause the whole parking lot to fall in step behind her and march.
Somewhere between hypnotized, mesmerized, and intoxicated I walked behind and tried to stammer out some sort of protest. What if people saw us? (lol, see what I mean? Notice how I say “us” like I am worried about what people will think of my naked ass… ) I couldn’t say much. All that came out was something that sounded like “Babee, babe, babee, ba, b,b,b” !
Luckily she pulled them up in time before I had to worry about if we gave the old lady behind us a heart attack. Things were back to good old status quo. Everyone in his place and doing what he or she should be doing.
Suddenly I had an appetite for sushi.
