On The Set with Greg Chapman
Cytherea Returns
So I awoke in the early morning, which is a rarity for me, to be on set for day 2 of the Smash Pictures’ Secretary’s Day 5 shoot. Jim Powers was going to be shooting Cytherea’s first scene since her retirement in 2006. Hence a good reason to rise and shine to see the return of a squirt legend. I went to the set with Floyd, skilled photographer who works with Powers, and also happens to be my good friend from college back in the day in Jersey. That’s a story for another time.
The set turns out to be an office of some broker who rents it out unbeknownst to his employees who will have no clue that porno starlets were photocopying pussies or Cytherea squirted all over the desk, the walls, ceiling, you name it, you better duck. This would prove to be no truer words written from what I witnessed during the b/g/g scene with Cytherea, Lylith Lavey and Bill Bailey.
Cytherea really looked great and my inner pervert was pleased to hear she was proud to have picked out her corset especially for the flick. From the bits of the bts interview I heard she had performed from 2003-2006, got her life together after she quit, and eventually started a family. It was strange to think she’d been gone that long. Turns out in retrospect that mid–aughties era featured a great generation of gonzo performers.
Her co- fuckers for the scene were cumslinger Bill Bailey and big titty blonde Lylith Lavey. Lylith has some notoriety for having dated Stanton Lavey (son of Anton Lavey). Didn’t press her much on the occult topic but she quickly proved she knew her stuff. Bill Bailey was one cool customer who fucked these bitches silly.
While the sex was being shot I was trying to stay out of the way in the other office where the pretty girls pix were taken in. Until I hear Cytherea cumming, screaming, then spraying, I presumed, several times. After about the 4th gusher, I decided to peek in to see Jim Power’s get his shirt by splattered by a spritz that hit the ceiling. This squirtfest went on for a long time. I lost count of all the squirts. Sometimes she had to stop because of the intensity of her orgasmic geysers since it seemed like her pussy was popping like champagne bottles. Eventually, they took a break, did some stills, started fucking again, and they kept on fucking, Cytherea kept on squirting. It was an unforgettable return performance, definitely not to be missed when Secretary’s Day 5 is released in July.
pix courtesy of Smash Pictures
That’s Anton LaVey, not Lavey!
Please clarify and complete this sentence: “Until I hear Cytherea cumming, screaming, then spraying, I presumed, several times.”
“The set turns out to be an office of some broker who rents it out unbeknownst to his employees who will have no clue that porno starlets were photocopying pussies or Cytherea squirted all over the desk, the walls, ceiling, you name it, you better duck”.
“Cytherea really looked great and my inner pervert was pleased to hear she was proud to have picked out her corset especially for the flick”.
Is English your second or third language, or did you just drink too much beer out of Jim’s cooler? My Junior High English teacher would’ve humiliated you in front of the entire class!
Cheers!
This isn’t Junior High, Jeremy. You must be pretty damn dense if you need anything clarified. Obviously, you can’t grasp my style. Look up gonzo journalism or stream of consciousness if you must.
@Greg – Reading what you excuse as “your style” reminds me of something Max Weinberg told me when I asked about the vast improvement in his drumming from “Darkness on the Edge of Town” and “The River.” He said that he used to be really lazy, didn’t want to rehearse, and whenever his tempo varied he would attribute it to it being “his style.” Well, once the sessions began for “The River,” Springsteen pulled him aside and told him it wasn’t working. Suddenly realizing that there were dozens of pro drummers who would LUNGE at the opportunity to take his seat, he started practicing, and putting in the time to get it right.
Storytelling requires one to always CLARIFY and SIMPLIFY. Punctuation, capitalization, and grammar matter, Greg. It’s the difference between “I just helped my uncle Jack off a horse” and “I just helped my uncle jack of a horse.”
Obviously, you can’t grasp my style, either.
You call your inept, neanderthal mutterings “style”? Please don’t fool yourself by using “gonzo journalism/stream of consciousness” as your lame excuse for raping the English language and then leaving it in the gutter for us to try to make sense out of. To quote George Dubya Bush, “Rarely is the questioned asked: Is our children learning?”. I guess our bad role model, former president was as hip as you are, but to me, your write-up sounds more like a stream of booze-filled UNconsciousness. You suggest I’m dense because I point out sentences which make no sense? Yeah, I know I’m guilty of gaffs at times, too, but are you taking English lessons from Pepe? Yeah, I got the idea of what you were trying to convey in spite of how you wrote it; Cytheria squirted. It hit the ceiling. She made a big splash cum-back. There was more liquid on the walls and floors than there was in Jim’s Coors cooler…
Please have a little more respect for us readers and yourself next time or I will recommend you go back to school where the teacher will smack your wrists with a ruler until you get it right. Yeah, I know this is “only” porn but have a little more respect for the art of Journalism, next time.
I like your “her pussy was popping like champagne bottles” description, by the way. It makes me want to open up a bottle, right now. Cheers.
“I just helped my uncle jack off a horse”?
I think Greg jacking off a horse would be a better contribution to humanity than this write-up, Michael. It’s funny because when I sent my last comment I hadn’t even read yours or his “you don’t get my style” response yet. Haw!
@Greg – No, what’s obvious is that your hubris FAR exceeds your skills.
@Jeremy – I must concur.
Cordially,
MW
Jermy,
Sadly, I read through some of your “gay” dreck below only to see countless run-on sentences and numerous grammatical mistakes before I wanted to
pluck my eyes out. Next time, use the spellchecker, and pick up a copy of Warriner’s, you hypocrite.
@Greg – I must have misplaced my ofWarriner’s.
So, you read that dreck “before” you wanted to pluck your eyes out. Don’t you mean to write “until you wanted to pluck your eyes out”?
I just took a big shit, Greg, and thought of you. You should’ve seen the “style” with which it came out. Then I looked at it and said “Now, that’s art!” And then I took a long whiz, and it flowed out of my cock-hole like a stream of consciousness. I’m telling you, man I’ve got talent. It’s too bad you just don’t have the mental capacity to “grasp” it!
@jeremy – A gonzo turd, no doubt!
I think he meant bonzo*, not gonzo. Otherwise H.S. Thompson is clawing his fingernails against the lid of his coffin, rolling and banging to climb out and
wreak his revenge.
* Bonzo is a term for ritualistic suicide by fire as was performed by protesting vietamese monks. It’s also the name of Ronald Reagen’s monkey in Bedtime for Bonzo.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bedtime_for_Bonzo
That monkey could have a career in Bonzo Journalism.
Regardless, it’s time for bedtime for bonzo journalism.
Oh lord, is she still doing this stupid fake gimmick.