Free Insatiable: Porn — a Love Story by Asa Akira Page B

would win an award.
    When I got into the business, I was adamant that I steer clear of anal sex. It was still a somewhat foreign concept to me, and I had this romanticized idea in my head that I should “save” my ass for the special guy who dealt with my crazy neurosis in real life. I thought it would make me relatively good wifey material, not completely used up. In fact, when I signed with my current agent Mark Spiegler, in my long proposal email on why he should represent me I told him one thing I would never do is anal sex on camera.
Hi Mark! This is Asa Akira. I was just curious to see if you are currently adding to your roster of girls . . .
My contract with GoldStar Modeling Agency ends on March 20th, in 12 days. After extensive research, and conversations w/various girls in the business, I’ve come to the conclusion you are the best.
I’ve heard you are very picky about the girls you take on, and pretty much everyone I have spoken to tells me the same thing: “you need to do anal.”
I’ll be honest with you, anal is not in my future. However, I just shot my first two interracial scenes for Jules Jordan, in my own movie called Invasian 4 . The movies come out March 18th so after that, I plan on shooting more!
Please let me know if you’re interested in representing me.
Thanks : )
Asa
    He loves showing this letter to everyone, mostly because I went through a breakup and started shooting anal scenes two weeks after I sent the email.
    Anal sex is a strange thing in porn. My first month in, I was under contract, shooting exclusively for a company called Vouyer Media. One of the main directors there, Van, took me to a Fourth of July barbecue at the house of the owner of another company. This was my first time meeting Spiegler, and he had brought some of the Spiegler Girls along with him.
    “I did anal for Jules Jordan last week, and Mandingo fucked my ass. I can’t believe it fit!” one of them humble-bragged.
    Not to be outdone, another girl exclaimed, “But have you ever done double anal? I can pretty much fit anything back there now.”
    “Donna put an entire double-ended dildo in my ass once for Jay’s Deep Anal Drilling .”
    What the hell are these girls bragging about? I thought. Having a big asshole is a good thing? I’d never end up like that.
    Alas, the curse. I had said it, even if silently, even if just to myself. That word. Never .
    I am totally like those other girls now. Toni hates it. “Just don’t get like that about your pussy,” he always reminds me. “I don’t want you to stretch it all out.”
    Another thing I vowed upon starting to shoot anal scenes is that I would never get messy. I had heard horror stories: girls not cleaning out enough, shitting on guys on set. Not me. I’d be a pro from the start; no one was going to call me that girl.
    Two years went by perfectly. I was known as a reliable anal performer; guys always told me fucking my ass was like fucking a pussy: a nice, warm hole, no mess. “I never get messy,” I’d say. And that was it. The curse.
    I was shooting a regular anal scene one day when I looked down at the cock entering my ass and saw a pool of red on the sheets right under the penetration. “Holy fuck! Cut, cut, cut! My ass is bleeding!” I yelled to everyone, no one in particular. There were five people on this small Gonzo set: me, the guy, the director, the photographer, and the production assistant, also known as the PA.
    “You okay?” My male talent for the day was Tommy. In typical male pornstar fashion, he was juiced up on both steroids and Viagra. The Viagra I could tell from the flush in his face; his chest acne and body scent gave away the ’roids. It’s a very specific smell—sour, and almost metallic.
    I touched my ass with my hand, and to my horror, my fingers came back up covered in red. “I must be torn somewhere, right?” I asked, again to everyone, and no one in particular.
    “Does it hurt, babe?” the director, Brian, asked me