there's a new site update up! i'm running out the door for a long day of kinky goodness (2 shoots and a trampling session), but it's up! at some point the updates will automatically ship here, we're still working on how to make that happen.

members' should notice that the members' section is totally different now. it's searchable, you can randomize the front page so different galleries appear first, and you can click from pic to pic without having to go back to a thumbnail page!

check it out and let me know what you think.

Julie Simone

Not pagan calendrical feasts nor dubious nativities. Not the slaughter of turkeys and trees, nor even rampant materialism.

Just wobbly-headed elfin women dripping with ankhs and wearing black contact lenses that make them look like a gerbil hosting a seance.

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i've been getting a lot of requests lately for me to do FemDomme videos. it's never been anything that's appealed to me before. in the past it was because i wasn't doing strap on with men and i know that's a big seller. now that i'm doing it there doesn't seem to be any reason not to, other than the unreliability and passive aggressive behaviour of most male submissive talent.

Mistress Vivian, who i know from the days when we both worked at the Den of Iniquity in NYC, suggested we do a shoot together while I was in NYC. She had recently reconnected with Felix, a very well known slave from Rick Savage's productions with Galaxy, and he was wanting to shoot as well.

Enter Eyerotique into the equation. I met him through Vivian and we shot. His work is great and he has a unique vision. He agreed to do the shoot and we were off. The actual day of the shoot was challenging. We got there early, everything seemed fine. I asked Vivian to make copies of the release with a small change while Erotique and I discussed the shoot and went over the key points. Apparently there was a huge line and while she was able to make the changes, it kept printing out the old version and couldn't get anyone from Kinkos to help her. She finally came back but now we were under time pressure as she had to leave by a certain time. I don't like shooting under time pressure. I have become pretty efficient in my shooting but i don't like to feel rushed. I did everyone's pre-interviews and we finally got started.

I had written the first scene so that I was barely in it and could shoot it/direct it more hands on. On this day, however, I wasn't doing any of the shooting which really bothered me. I am not the kind of director that's happy sitting on my chair telling everyone what to do. I want to be the one with the camera in my hand, making my vision come to life. Eyerotique has never shot a feature before, only clips, so I was worried we weren't going to get all the shots we needed. He also runs the camera continuously which gives one a false sense of the amount of footage. At one point I directed him to change shots and we butted heads. He wanted to get more of the long shot and I wanted him to take his camera off the tripod w/dolly and get close-ups. My shooting style is very different from his. I like static shots. I never move the camera while action is happening. I may change my shot but i don't do pans. In fact i hate them. Roaming cameras also miss a lot of dialogue.

He told me to trust him and i let it go. I'm just happy I don't have to edit it because I'm sure it would make me scream. Luckily, he's a much better editor than I am. I can edit my own stuff, I hate editing things other people have shot. Most people are editing the footage in their head as they shoot it and it's nearly impossible to be in someone else's head and certainly not in the short time he and I have known each other. I have my LA camera person trained to shoot my work exactly as I would to the point where I often can't tell who shot what, but Eyerotique has his own style. As a fellow artist I can respect that even though it was hard to sit on the sidelines during that scene and not be in complete control of what the lens was capturing. In many ways it was a good ego check for me and an exercise in compromise/humility.

While I still felt rushed throughout the filming, i love the double-teaming action with Mistress Vivian and I. I even did something new for me and for Felix - i foot fucked him in the ass, then made him lick his ass juice off my foot. Other action includes OTK spanking, ball busting, smothering, cbt with clothespins, dick crushing, nipple torture, face slapping, hair pulling, forced foot worship, gagging and more! This will most likely be the 1st DVD under Eyerotique's line, I'll let you know when it's out!

Julie Simone

this article is long overdue though my nyc experience does add some flavour to it.

when i decided to start doing hardcore everyone said i should go with a certain agent because she books milf work. i don't really look as old as i am, but the thought of banging hot young boys appealed to me. unfortunately the only milf shoots i've done have been with people close to my age which isn't anywhere near as exciting, but it is work. my agent hasn't gotten me much work at all, 3 shoots booked in the 6 months she's represented me, so at various times i've looked into other options.

the manager : the manager always wanted to meet in public locations and didn't drive, which meant me having to go to hollywood to discuss porn business at a local restaurant, which is weird. i never saw his office if he even had one. he would talk and talk about concepts but nothing ever seemed to get done. whenever that would come up he'd try to make it my fault when he never told me what i should have been doing, a point i brought up repeatedly. tell me what to do and i'll do it. to his credit he is the only one who ever took me around to producers, though he didn't prepare me for what was going to happen at those meetings. one was pretty traumatizing. the producer asked me to disrobe (not unusual) then he asked me to come sit on his desk (creepy but not super unusual), he asked me to show him my pussy, then he stuck his finger inside me without asking me or without any warning. i was extremely uncomfortable and left. my mgr thought this was hysterical and said later that producer does things like that all the time and he didn't go as far as he usually does with girls. some warning would have been nice. this was the 1st thing that made me not trust my mgr. it made me wonder what other bad experiences he would put me through. sometimes just knowing about something beforehand makes it less traumatizing and i would have been able to better deal with it or at least dodge it.

he booked me for 3 scenes in Miami which was definitely among the worst shooting experiences i've had while doing adult work. the people were unorganized, they didn't even have water or snacks on set. if i wanted something to drink i had to go to the store and buy it. there was a lot of waiting around for what purpose i have no idea. i would be made to get up at 8am and not do anything until 4pm or later. usually we finally went back to the apt around 10pm. re: the apartment. i am not a diva, but i do not want to share a room with a strange man i've never met. that's creepy. i have no problem sharing a room with another female model. i had to share a room with the other girl, and a male talent the first night. there were 5 people in this apt with 1 bathroom. the next night i was woken up by the male talent banging some skank in the bed next to me. i'm not a prude, i've been to many sex parties, but when someone is trying to sleep and we are there to work, fuck your ho some place that doesn't disturb other people. what class of girl wouldn't say "oh she's sleeping, let me be quiet" or offer to go in the bathroom. eventually i flipped the fuck out and yelled at them. i am a pretty sound sleeper. if you wake me up when i have to work the next day i'm going to be pissed. the next night the same thing happened but with another male talent. while my manager agreed that it was unacceptable he tried to get me to work for that company again, as if none of these things mattered. add to that they paid me lower than what i would get for a fetish movie for actual sex.

while i liked the manager personally various things he said made me not trust him. he wanted my 2257 docs, he wanted all my raw tapes and i'm not that stupid or trusting. he wanted to get me to get girls to work for free. i'm fine with doing trade shoots where everyone gets something out of the deal. i am not ok with taking advantage of girls who don't know better because they're new to the biz. eventually i decided it wasn't working out and we parted ways.

the pimp. i met with another guy who contacted me on one of the talent sites offering me work. turned out he was an agent/pimp. he made me come over to meet him and do a photo shoot. i've never seen a single photo from this shoot. he made promises of work like they all do, but at the end he pulled me aside and asked me about doing privates. privates are hooker sessions. i'm not a hooker. if i was going to be a hooker i certainly wouldn't do it for $200. some people say there's no difference since i have sex on film but there most certainly is. when i fuck on film i'm getting paid at least 3 times more. i'm not expected to pretend like i'm interested in anything the male talent is saying, there's nothing personal about it and that's what i like about it. plus, being in more films is good for my career and my company. fucking random dude does nothing for my career. His last offer was a boy girl scene for $300, any time i wanted it. Seeing how an AIM test costs $130, that's so not worth my time.

another agent contacted me and actually got me a well paying bj shoot with a major company. then he asked me to go over to his partner's house to take pictures. i have a ton of pictures but at this point i was trying to play along with their stupid games. i get to this guy's house and there are people sitting in the living room. he suggests we shoot in the kitchen. he has no lights. he's shooting me using the kitchen light on the ceiling which is a recipe for bad, unflattering shadows. midway through the "shoot" the living room guests/his roommates walked in to get something to drink. one of them lingered. it was extremely uncomfortable. i don't get off on random people staring at me. at one point "the photographer" starts taking several close up pussy shots. i had had enough. i asked him if that really necessary for him to get me work and he tried to tell me that it was. i told him he had taken enough photos and i never heard from him again.

the nyc agent : this is one of the more amazing situations. this guy had 300 contacts for work in nyc and said there was a ton of interest for me. we met, then he explained that most of what he does are threesomes for private clients who want to see girls but are afraid they'll fall in love with them if they see her one on one. makes sense, but again i'm not a hooker. then he tells me that he is the other guy in the threesome, it pays $400 and at the end i would give him $100 for setting it up. right. he gets to fuck me and then i give him $100??!! nice racket there. the few actual shoot contacts he had were people i already knew and i had to play phone tag to try to set something up, which is the agent's job, not mine. so far nothing has come of this.

i'm not so sure what i think of my porn adventure so far. it seems to be filled with lots of scumbags who have no respect for women and think we are all stupid (or wish we all were). only 2 of the scenes i've done have been really great sex. i got into doing porn to increase my visibility and fanbase and to get some great sex without any drama. overall i've failed in that mission.

stay tuned...

a model contacted me on faebook and said she'd love to work with me. i asked her where she was located and if she had a website. she responded. she wrote me again the next day and said "i guess ya not interested". it was less than 24 hrs. i hadn't had a chance to google her and do some research. she wasn't even in my area and had not indicated that she would be in my area anytime soon. add to that i'm on the road and doing shoots of my own. so i told her if i had to get back to her in 24 hrs then no i wasn't and offered her some advice on career longevity, pointing out there is a difference between being pushy and being enthusiastic. she responded that she was no longer interested in working with me because she had heard bad things about me. when i asked her to elaborate she didn't respond.

this is a big reason why i try to keep myself on the down low. i don't have the energy for these wack ass fly by night models. i am extremely selective with who i will work with;. if a model is too much of a pain in the ass i don't care how hot she is or how many orifices she will let you stuff. this reminds me of another example with a model who was a pain in the ass and expected me to do everything for her. she actually said that she shows up for shoots showered and clean with her nails done and seemed to think that was all that was required of her.

i am also not going to work with people who call themselves fetish models but don't have any fetish clothing. a fetish model should have : 6" stiletto heels, latex, seamed full fashion stockings. these things make up your uniform. if you don't have them, you're not serious about your career and should go do something else or go shopping. it's not my job to buy you clothes and dress you, it's my job to rig you and photograph you. thankfully there are still some models out there who get it and are happy to work with me. I've been touched by the number of models that have contacted me recently wanting to do trade shoots with me. these are models i've shot before, one of which i've paid before, who just want to work with me again regardless.

Greetings, readers! I've come to spread some holiday cheer with an excerpt from what will no doubt one day be a best-selling, Christmas classic -- by me -- entitled Scrooge Wins.

I hope you enjoy.

(With Apologies to Charles Dickens...)



The jolly features of the Ghost of Christmas Present hardened suddenly. Creases of age and disapproval darkened the recesses of his once wide eyes and rosy cheeks. With a sudden jerking, he parted his massive robe. Amongst the folds of a seemingly endless expanse of rich, green fabric, a boy and a girl clung to the legs of the spirit.

The young pair were emaciated. Like living skeletons. Their dark eyes, sunken in their faces, locked onto Scrooge. Unmoving and unblinking. Their clothes, the merest of rags, barely covered their foul, dirt-covered forms. They shivered violently as if being exposed to more than the frigid night air.

Scrooge could not help but avert his eyes at the lowly, inhuman creatures.

“Look upon them, Ebenezer Scrooge,” the Ghost’s voice roared in contempt. “Their names are Ignorance and Want. These are your children.”

Mustering up the courage he was unaware that he still possessed, Scrooge turned to face them once more.

“Beware them both, in all their degree, but…”

“Excuse me, Spirit,” Scrooge interjected. “But do you always keep children under your robe like that?”

“What?!”

Scrooge gestured in distaste. “My God, man. Children under your robe. Clinging to your leg like that. That’s just perverse! I hope you have undergarments in there somewhere.”

“I’m trying to make a point here,” the Ghost replied, perturbed.

“Oh, you’ve made you point well and clear, Spirit. You are a sick bastard and I’ll have none of it. Return to your invisible spirit world from whence you came. I’ll entertain no more of your depravity!”

“These aren’t REAL children. They’re metaphors for…”

“MY children no less! How many more of my children do you have any there? Release them, you fiend! At once!” Scrooge demanded.

“Look, I told you, they’re not real… hey! Unhand me!” The Spirit swatted Scrooge’s hand away indignantly as the old miser began to inspect the sleeve of his robe for evidence of more missing children.

Undaunted, Scrooge had already placed a heavy boot behind the Spirit’s leg. With a concerted push, he toppled the Spirit of Christmas Present. “Where are my other children? Surely Wisdom is in here. And Genius! What fold have to tucked Genius into, you fiend? Rest assured, I will find him.”

The Spirit, if he so intended, could easily have bested the old man physically. However, his attention was momentarily divided by a number of distractions. With his left hand, he did his best to fend off Scrooge but Scrooge was a cagey foe and merely darted to another fold in the robe when one avenue was cut off. The Spirit’s remaining hand was trying to fish the Light of Truth out of a large slush puddle that also doubled as a latrine for the local homeless. But perhaps most distracting of all was that the Spirit of Christmas Present was so damned ticklish that he couldn’t help but cringe every few seconds. “This is an… hoo hoo! Outrage! Haha! Stop that! Hehe! At once!”

Scrooge ignored the pleas for mercy as he rambled on about missing children that had to be his as well. “… it has been many years, I’ll grant you, but I know Handsome and Irresistible must be hiding in here as well.” Suddenly satisfied that no more of his children would be found within the Spirit’s garments, he turned his attention to the two foul children that he’d also knocked over indirectly as they clung to the thigh of the Spirit with the highest center of gravity in the afterworld.

“Stand up now, child,” he told Want. “I’ve rescued you from this raving lunatic and he shall be reported to the authorities at once, I assure you. He will harass you no more.”

For the first time since the ordeal began, the two urchins exchanged nervous glances. Ignorance didn’t really understand what was going on and Want really just desired to be somewhere else right now.

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