Go watch the jungle scene

Watching Lila have sex with countless partners has constituted a significant portion of my adolescent life. The number of her DVD’s on my shelf is surpassed only by the number of boxes of tissues I have gone through, cleaning up after each viewing experience. The opportunity to watch one of her scenes live and in person is too much of an offer to pass up.

I hurry out of her dressing room and find my way to the studio. All I have to do is say my name, and I am given inmediate entry.

I walk in, and my first impression is that I am in a zoo. Trees and vines are visible in every direction, and I have to duck under a large, brightly-colored stuffed parrot in order to get next to the camera. Only when I am a few feet away from it can I see that the parrot is not perched on a large branch, but rather on the obscenely-huge phallus of a statue of a naked man.

Lila is already on the set. She is wearing an over-sized t-shirt that is torn in many places. Aside from that, it appears she is wearing a thong. She is lying on a beach, looking remarkably fresh and sexy for someone who has just been shipwrecked.

Off set, on either direction, is a group of large, muscular, ebony-skinned men, dressed in loincloths. Although the acting has not yet begun, I can see from their expressions that it will not take a lot of acting for them to lust after Lila. Who can blame them?

I look at their costumes. Their loincloths are not exactly huge, but should be sufficient to provide a level of modesty to most men, myself included. I gulp, however, at the realization that most of these guys are hanging out beyond the covering of the loincloths. I consider myself pretty well endowed, but compared to these guys, I feel like I’m back in junior high!

Lila sees me and gives me a wave and a slow, seductive wink. It’s only been minutes since those savory lips were wrapped around my shaft, but already it feels like it was a dream or another life. Now she was getting ready to demonstrate why she was one of the top names in the business.

I look again at the men and snicker at Lila’s words that I could be a “pale native.” The thought is definitely intriguing, but hardly feasible. Unless, of course, I just happened to be one of the owners of the studio!