#itwasme #metoo

My earliest memories of violating someone’s consent were at the age of 5. I would chase this boy named Kent around the kindergarten and kiss him in front of everyone who laughed in glee at my antics. Even the teacher did not stop me. I think I even kissed this boy for show and tell one day. Perhaps because he never stood up to me, I could be seen as a bully. He never stood up for himself, he was clearly non consensual and not enjoying or reciprocating my affection. I was absolutely in the wrong and yet everyone allowed this to go on because I was a little girl predator initiating a chase on my little boy prey and not vice versa. So cute! Also, this was 1981, schools today have millenials as teachers and there would likely be a lesson on consent attached to this teachable moment squeezed in with the phonics of the day. A-A-apple, B-B-boy, C-C-consent! Fast forward to one night when I was working as an escort in LA. I was actually finishing up with a male client when I got a call from a female, flirtatious and asking if I could come by. My bisexual libido was aroused because it is so rare to get calls from women. I gave her the normal run down of my rate and she gave me her address. I threw up a peace sign to John while laughing and we joked about how much fun I was going to be having in the next hour. I drove from that client’s apartment far and deep into the San Fernando Valley. It probably took me about an hour to get to her house. When I arrived, she was noticeably drunk. There are no rules about sober consent in the sex work game for male or female clients because more than 50% of our clients are not sober, and because sex work, especially the way that I did it often followed the rules of the street, if the client made a call, they would either pay or play. My normal routine was to collect money before starting. I put my bag down while she looked at me from the couch seductively. “Can I get $250 from you please?” Her seductive eyes turned innocent and she put her finger on her cheek. “$250?” she laughed and moved closer to me. “What are you talking about?” She moved in to kiss me. I returned her passion. It was hot. I love women and women like this know this. I had spent the entire hour driving to her house thinking about how much fun it would be to fuck her even though I’d not seen her face, I was sure by the sound of her voice that she knew what she wanted and that alone was sexy enough for me given that women barely ever initiate booking of services from sex workers. When this happens, it happens about once a year and I am always more than happy to oblige with off the clock extras, kissing (i don’t usually kiss male clients) and whatever I feel like doing. I have a completely different attitude that I have with most female clients because they are like hitting gold in the sea of johns. I pulled my face away from her. “So you called me all the way over here and you don’t have any money?” I said, suddenly coming to my senses and realizing her manipulative tactics. She said nothing but kept trying to kiss me. “Who is going to pay for my time and gas?” I said pushing her gently back to the couch she was sitting on. “Don’t be mad.” she said. “Can we go back to your place and just have fun?” she said reaching for a bottle of some liquor in a green bottle. “Why can’t we just stay here?” I asked sitting next to her. “I have a roomate and she’s a fucking bitch. C’mon.” she said sliding her leg between mine. “Let’s get out of here.” At that moment, I punched out of my self employed work clock and decided that I would just fuck her for free because getting paid was going to be icing on the cake and admittedly I was feeling pretty typical “guy like” in my conquest of her body. I was going to get this pussy whether she paid me or not. She initiated my desire, after all, she would have to pay in cash or something else, I remember thinking. I drove her back to my house in LA from the Valley, another 45 minutes and rolled around in my bed with all my toys and lube and then I remember her passing out and kind of not reciprocating suddenly. I took that as a sign that she wanted to go to sleep so I pulled her naked body close to mine and went to sleep. 2 hours later at 5am before the sun rose, I felt her texting someone and then twenty minutes later rise suddenly and throw on her clothes and walk quietly down the stairs. She was clearly trying to sneak out, so I let her. I heard someone in a car pick her up and I just allowed her to go without speaking because I knew the routine as I’ve done it to many men before. That morning, however, I was that guy. It was me. I knew I fucked up but I didn’t really think too much of it actually because I felt justified in my actions still. She called me 2 days later with noticeable regret in her voice. “I-I don’t know what really happened that night. I was really really drunk. I just need to know if you have any STDs or anything.” she asked. I told her I had oral herpes and I could hear her soul just crumble. “But, I really don’t think you have anything to worry about.” I said recounting the sex acts that we did. That phone conversation and the awkward morning was the last time I would have sex with a drunk girl who was falling all over my libido. I learned that the morning after phone call from a devastated woman who felt violated was not one I ever wanted to have again. I learned about alcoholic blackout behavior through web research, how a black out means that the person has lost consciousness but is not necessarily passed out on the floor. I always thought that a blackout meant that they were passed out, not gone from being conscious in their mind. Blacked out people can get into fights with loved ones, assault people, damage property, drive cars and worse without their own body and mind’s consent and take everyone around them on a non consenting destructive ride with them if these people are not aware of the signs of this behavior. The key is that they do not and will not remember the details of the black out. I forgive myself, I really truly did not know any of this until after this night. And since the bisexual libido in me was actually something of a dude aching to get his dick sucked, until he like Aziz grew up through learning through terrible experiences what the consequences of his conquest mindset could actual be an act of violence. She was also guilty in this and hopefully will have also learned from her behavior. This is where the shades of gray come into play. No perfect victim, no perfect predator. What is required is willingness to learn, correct and forgive in copious amounts so that we can all get the sex we desire and feel absolutely good about it the morning after, a year or even a decade after.

Don'tcha Wish Ur Girlfriend Was HOT LIKE ME??

So I finally got to go to my FIRST Dodger game since living in LA! Yay! Well, they lost but it was still really exciting! I've wanted to go to a baseball game for years but it's just something that you kind of have to wait for someone to take you to, as its kind of a lonely thing to do by yourself for 3 hours...and as you know, being the girl with no television its an XTRA special treat to see a LIVE game and have my date pay $13 for my beer!
I made him buy me a Dodger hat too, which I am PROUDLY modeling! I told him that it was a nice thing to do and I would remember it for the rest of my life, and it was true. My first Dodger game? Of course!

Hey, I love my Giants, and we're supposed to hate LA but fuck it, I live here and I don't really support how San Francisco folks are supposed to HATE LA and all things LA. Most people from SF who say that have only been to Venice Beach, Disneyland and one whack Hollywood club in their lives anyway. It was pretty clear that they were going to lose by the 8th inning, but since I was pretty much a tourist and we got there pretty late, we stayed til the bitter end. We bought some pretty good tickets from a scalper and the weather for the game was warm 80 degree almost summer weather.

After the game we headed to Sam's Hof Brau so I could floss my former stripper confidence in the local down home strip joint in downtown. I started out as a stripper for 3 years before moving UP into starting my own businesses in the adult industry.

Sam's is a casual working class guy environment, which I prefer to the fake upperclass environment of some of the Gentleman's clubs with their suited up bouncers with earpieces like they work for the FBI. I've wanted to visit Sam's for a while too cuz I was looking for a club that I could drop in and shake my ass on stage at whenever the escort biz got slow. Sam's could be that kind of club for me I thought. But, when I'm not working as a stripper on stage and I'm given the opportunity to pull off ones and drop them on hot sexy dancers courtesy of my date, I sit front and stage center and WAIT for a bi-girl to get wind of my presence or even some hot opportunistic "gay for pay" dancer would also do fine as a stand in (hey, it's a fantasy so I don't care what your orientation really is for this next 45 seconds, just make it HOT...) In my experience, most of the dancers are bisexual, lesbian, bi-curious or gay for pay. Rarely will a hetero stripper turn down money, but there's an energy and a connection that I can FEEL from a girl who really likes girls. When I was a stripper, I loooved dancing for women and couples, as I do now. I would rush over to them and introduce myself as SOON as I spotted them, selling them on the fact that I was really bi and great with couples.

Our lucky girl crawled over to us and I watched her do the famous stripper wrap of her legs around his head and I took up the moment to slide my hands around her thighs so I could hold them back in perfect position to get dicked down nice and hard, bouncing her legs back to the music, TOTALLY LOST in some porno threesome scene where I was being the good helper, holding the other hot girl's legs back so she could get pounded by a good hard cock. Yes, a great fantasy moment for ALL indeed.

This is an experience that I can and would GLADLY repeat again and again, if you would like to take me to a Dodger game and a strip club afterwards, we could have a repeat of a pretty easy hot date which ends in your hotel room or secret rendez-vous condo apartment. Hopefully you have room for our new stripper friend in your bed! ;0

Porn Star Sex for my Birthday?

I just celebrated my birthday on the 29th officially as I was flying from LAX to NYC, getting out of the usual rat race of LA LA land for my birthday to visit friends and family in SF.

I haven't been to NYC in 4 years since I had an interview there 4 years ago in the 20 below 0 winter snow. I went to LA to visit in the same month and it was about 67 degrees. I was wearing flip flops in December and that was what sealed it for me and why I am still living in LA after 4 years. In fact, I left San Francisco because it was "too cold!"

My driver and my new friend Cassandra pick me up from the LAX airport. I've just had an extended trip with my family and my day wasn't going so great before I jumped on the plane back home. But what would instantly change my mood around was being welcomed home by my two friends who missed me the most while I was out of their lives in LA!

Cassandra is always in the mood to party, especially when she's making trouble in clubs with my driver so she was already tipsy when she picked me up. They all gave me a great hug and a welcome and we headed back to my apartment so I could unwind and relax..

Drunken porn star starts getting naked and modeling lingerie in my living room as I'm unpacking and she's dancing for my driver's video phone without any shyness, as if she's done it a million times (which, she probably has)...

I'm not camera shy but i'm also not experienced with being filmed by anyone else but me and my own webcam. What followed for the rest of the wonderful evening was the best best birthday present that I've ever gotten to date! One that I'll remember for a while! Some of your friends may have taken you to a stripclub and gotten you a few lapdances, but how many of your friends also happen to be smoking hot porn stars that want to do your first lesbian sex scene with YOU in your BED for your birthday? It's like unheard of right? My inner teenage boy was exploding on the inside...I couldn't believe it was happening. Cassandra played my little sex slave and let me dominate her with my strap on and teach her how to use a condom.."yes, little porn slut," I told her while I slapped her face with my cock,"even for blow jobs!" She did all the classic porn star moves for us and it was soooo hot. She's going to sign a release so I can upload this on clips4sale and let you guys get a look at it, you know you want to! CUMMING SOON! jenna and Cassandra's first girl/girl scene! Really, truly it was my first official amateur porn...i can't wait to show you once i get the thing edited down..

just returned from San Francisco...off to PALM SPRINGS!!

I went to my hometown SF, to visit my niece and celebrate her 3rd birthday party at a swimming party...I'm here for 2 days working then OFF to PALM SPRINGS!! I'll be at a bisexual/lesbian women's paradise at a hotel fucked up surrounded by hot hot women in bikinis! (just being completely honest here, as always..) ;0

The hotel DOESN'T let us swim topless because we might offend the kids in the hotel or some BULLSHIT. (which when Dinah Shore is in town, the whole hotel is full of women who love women) I hate swimming w/ my top. I'd like to swim naked but at least w/o a bra in the hot Palm Springs Spring sun.

I've gone once to Dinah Shore in 2008 for the first time. You straight men could only dream about a place like this in your wildest frat boy fantasies!! The go go dancers are totally hot and flirtatious..it's just a great experience. the year I went Lady Gaga and Tila Tequila were there! and look at how big Lady Gaga is now!

I love women. I love fucking a man's wife in front of him. Call it an ego thing. Hey, I learned it from you...

I love men. So don't take this as a rejection of any kind, but you know, sometimes the girls who like girls gotta just be with the girls....<3

Introducing Ms.Jenna Bie