There are certain porn “milestones” that cause one to take a moment to reflect upon. My first scene with Stephanie Swift was one. My scene with Nina Hartley was another. And now, my intense scene with the one and only Ginger Lynn has gained status as one of the most memorable and auspicious of all.
I met Ginger for the first time at Playboy Radio more than a year ago, when I was a guest on “Nightcalls.” She let me suck on her nipples and give her a spanking On Air — tasks I considered myself unworthy of performing, but which I hoped to carry out with some degree of competence. I found Ginger to be wild and adorable in equal doses, and I wanted to find some way to work with her again. In fact, when an interviewer at that year’s AVN show asked what my biggest wish was, I responded, “to cast Ginger Lynn.”
So when my good friend Powder called me a few months back and asked if I would be a guest on Ginger’s RudeTV show “Dirty Divas” I immediately accepted. I dolled myself up in a taffeta mini dress and stripper heels, piled on the sparkly eye shadow, and headed for Porn Valley.
The show was a blast. Ginger kept telling me all night how beautiful I was and I was dizzy with the attention. Then, toward the end, she went down on me, and continued to eat my pussy even after the cameras stopped rolling. I told her I wanted to devote an entire video to her, and soon. She said she’d only agree if I would be one of her costars.
(Oh, twist my arm, why don’t you?)
So the day of our scene arrived. Ginger had instructed me the day before to “buy some cucumbers and put them in the freezer before I get there.” She’d asked if I had any “rules” for the scene (i.e., no anal, no hair pulling, no finger fucking, etc.) and when I said “No, do anything you want to me,” her eyes lit up. So, cucumbers it was.
The scene was unlike anything I’d done before. Ginger grinded her pussy against my entire body as I Iay face down on my tummy, then she made me eat her pussy while she kneeled in front of me. Then, she asked for the cucumbers. They’d been in the freezer all day and were solid as ice; long, hard and a deceptively mellow, translucent shade of green. (I resisted the urge to ask if this would make me a “vaginaterian.”)
Ginger took the cucumber and teased my pussy with it, which burned terribly and made me go numb but at the same time turned me on in ways I didn’t understand. I stuck a finger in my mouth and sucked on it to distract myself from the pain. I thought of my most sadistic lover, and I wanted nothing more than his cock in my ass to offset the pain in my pussy. So I requested a butt plug and Ginger stuck it in. So I had a cucumber in my pussy and a butt plug in my ass, and the pain and pleasure was almost more than I could stand.
Time literally stood still. In fact, I thought we’d only been filming for 10 minutes or so, but my cameraman suddenly said “We’re past 50 minutes now, just to let you know. We’ll have to put in a new tape.”
But I didn’t want it to end.
Scenes like that, which truly challenge me and introduce me to new and intense sensations, are the best part of being a performer. In those moments where I’m alone with my fantasies while the camera catches my every expression are to me the essence of true art and authentic erotica. Ginger is a true erotic performer, and she knows how to get her costars to that intense, highly personal place. It was a gift and a privilege to be her costar, and it’s something I’ll always look back on with a mixture of awe and pride. Every day I’m more convinced that the people I work with are among the most special and magical the world has to offer, and I’m so grateful to have even a small place among them.