beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth

"the beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides." - audrey hepburn freya evangeline christos. twenty-two. performer.

[azaleafcks-blog]

“ shut the fuck up. and don’t fucking back talk me. “ he spoke his voice filled with anger as he took her by her throat. “ you’re a fucking dirty whore, aren’t you? “ he spoke laughing afterwards. his grip tightened on her throat but not enough to make her breathless. taking his hand off of his throat he turned her on her stomach. his hands glided across her ass before he smacked it hard leaving his hand print on her ass cheek. “ do you want some more, slut? or do you want daddy’s dick in your tight cunt? “ he spoke a smirk coming across his lips. if she wanted dominate, he would certainly fufill her fantasies. 

[ffs-freya-blog]

Her eyes widened and she swallowed down her words, not wanting to anger him. As soon as he wrapped his fingers around her throat, she swallowed, her eyes fixed on his face. “Y - yes, sir,” she replied, her voice a whisper. “Yes, daddy,” she corrected, knowing that’s what he preferred to hear. She peered at him over her shoulder once she was moved onto her stomach, a soft scream tearing from her lips as he slapped her ass, her hips bucking and back arching, her body craving more, more, more. “Want daddy’s dick,” she said, burying her face in the mattress. “Need to feel it inside me - make me come all over it. Please, daddy?” she asked.

[madrps-deactivated20170221]

‘ the fuck is that and WHY is it in my dressing room ?? ’

[ffs-freya-blog]

“What, you don’t like your welcome present?”

[swearhq]

austin groaned at the noise the other person in the room created. he ran his hand over his face, the sunglasses he wore doing nothing to help his enormous hangover from last night. “can you please keep it down?” he asked with a small groan.

[ffs-freya-blog]

She peered at him over her shoulder, cocking a brow. “Considering I was here before you... no,” she said. “But you’re more than welcome to leave.”

[influencehq]

“if one more fan comes up to me and grabs my dick, i’m leaving. i feel like justin bieber, god damn.”

[ffs-freya-blog]

“Were you the one that I overheard saying ‘hands off the merchandise’?” I’ve seen Deadpool four times, but even I don’t quote Vanessa.”

[alcxandrcmason]

It was a misstep on his part, referring to her by her stage surname rather than her legal name. But in the past twenty-four hours there had been so many names, so many faces that her stage name that she was referred to by most when discussing the business aspects of Atlas had slipped out of his mouth. If she were offended, he would explain. If she didn’t care, he wouldn’t say a thing about it. In matters of respect, she didn’t seem worthy of his, either. Invasive, and undeniably rude question brought him to clench his jaw, nearly roll his eyes as he refrained from acknowledging the question wholly. And when her anger seemed to dissipate by some degree, he glanced at his desktop screen, documents and emails that needed to be finished by day’s end. He didn’t have time to deal with a performer who felt so entitled to disrespect him, who thought that it would be just fine to insult a man who controlled exactly how and how often she would be marketed by AtlasVids. Her reach in the porn industry after switching studios was dependent on his team. But it didn’t seem like she gave a damn if she were a popular porn star or not. “Mind over matter,” Alexandre told her with a curt nod, beginning to type away at another email. If she were to sit in his office uninvited, he would continue with his work. “My private life stays separate from work because that’s the way I like to keep things. I don’t mix business and pleasure despite my profession. And, no, I’m sure any of my ex-girlfriends would easily testify that my dick is not broken.”

[ffs-freya-blog]

“I’m sorry,” she finally muttered, having realized that she was overstepping her boundaries. The last thing that she wanted to do was piss him off, but sometimes she couldn’t prevent her curiosity from getting the better of her. She never intended to be rude, and she suddenly felt very small, averting her gaze from his face and instead staring at her hand, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. She stole a glance at him, quickly concluding that she couldn’t blame the intern for trying to flirt with him. He wasn’t ugly, by any means, but she wasn’t surprised, highly doubting that the company would hire someone unattractive for any position, not even one on the board. “Well, that’s very professional, sir,” she said. She understood, knowing that the last thing that he wanted was to have rumors about him and a performer circulating the industry. After all, word did spread rather fast around here. As soon as she left Reality Kings, she had multiple companies contacting her agent, trying to work out some sort of a deal. “If you ever need someone for marketing, look me up. I double majored in marketing and business in college.”

[azaleafcks-blog]

His finger continued to work her clit as he looked at her seeing her reaction with his every passing second he continued to touch her. He could feel her juices starting to leak through the lacy material that was her underwear which made him smirk. “How exactly would I punish you? Hm, well I’d probably turn you over and spank the fuck out of that tight ass and not to mention your pretty pussy. And if you really piss me off – I’ll have you gagging on my cock. Need more explanation, princess?” Khalil nodded as he slipped off her underwear, the word daddy practically music to his ears. He pulled Freya as far forward as she could go and managed to spread her legs apart while his fingers spread her pussy apart letting his tongue make his way through her wet folds.

[ffs-freya-blog]

“Doesn’t sound like much of a punishment,” she commented breathlessly - especially considering the fact that she actually wanted that. She loved it rough, enjoyed the feeling of a dominant male slapping her ass and her cunt, making her scream. “Want that,” she finally said, the words coming out in a moan, the idea of being forced to choke on his cock causing her to buck her hips once again. She wanted everything, and she wouldn’t be content until she received it. He finally removed her panties, and she raised her hips in an attempt to help him. “Fuck,” she hissed, wishing that one of her hands were free so that she could tangle her fingers in his air. “Oh, God - please, daddy?” she asked, her back arching off of the bed as she allowed the feeling of his tongue to consume her.

[ffs-freya-blog]

✉️ open

Khalil: i'm at work about to go on set and i feel like i'm going to pass out

Khalil: what a porn that would be pass out mid fuck

Freya: as long as you give me permission to use you while you're passed out

Freya: do whatever i want to you

[azaleafcks-blog]

“Fair point.” Khalil smirked as he started to trail kisses down her neck, nipping at her collarbone and down to her breasts. Glancing over at the script he picked her up bringing her over to the makeshift bed that was in the room. Immediately he grabbed rope to tie her hands to the headboard of the bed making sure everything was set and secure, no idea if this was actually in the script or not. He started to unbutton her jeans as he looked up and met her gaze as he slid her pants off. His thumb massaging her clit through the fabric of her underwear. “You’ll adress me as daddy, and if you don’t I will make damn sure you’re fucking punished. Are we clear?” His voice was stern, filled with anger.

[ffs-freya-blog]

Her head tilted to the side to grant him easier access to her neck, a strangled moan tearing its way from her lips in reaction to his kisses. It surprised her how effortlessly he managed to pick her up, easily determining that he was much stronger than he appeared. Before she could fully fathom what was happening, she was bound to the bed, rope securing her wrists to the headboard.·“Mm... this isn’t in the script,” she mumbled, involuntarily thrusting into his hand, grinding herself against his thumb.·“And how exactly would you punish me?” she asked.·“Daddy,”·she moaned, her pussy practically dripping as he rubbed her clit.

[theocoop-blog]

“Come the fuck on.” He murmured, a slight roll of his eyes was the only form emotion he dared to show. “I can only do so much to direct you, when you’re giving me practically nothing to work with. Do you even want to be here?” 

[ffs-freya-blog]

Her eyes narrowed into a glare, and she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in irritation. “Of course I want to be here...” she responded after a brief moment of silence. “It would help if I had a more competent director.”

[alcxandrcmason]

Self-righteous. Impetuous. Headstrong. Each of these words had floated into his mind, though the word insubordination was as glaringly bright in his mind as a damned neon sign outside of a questionable motel. “I didn’t ask for you to stay, nor had I asked for you to drop by my office in the first place, Miss Christos,” Alexandre answered irritably, bright eyes unflinching from her gaze. Sitting on the board of executives clearly meant nothing at AtlasVids, interns and performers alike having no respect, no tact whatsoever when it came to addressing their superiors. It should seem that Evangeline was just the same as many that thought they could do whatever the hell they pleased. “In my three years of being chief marketing manager I have never once hooked up with, dated, or shown any intentions towards any associate here at AtlasVids. And never have I personally hired a performer either.” He continued, leaning back in his chair now before swiveling it so he could shoot a glance towards his desktop computer. “My colleagues know this, my marketing team knows this. Somewhere in her mind she thought that she could be the exception. Mind over matter. I’m young, but I’m not stupid. If you’ve nothing else to speak to me about, I believe we’re done here. I have other matters to attend to. ”

[ffs-freya-blog]

She was surprised when he called her by her stage surname, certain that he was more than aware of her real name. Perhaps he’d done it out of respect, or maybe he’d simply forgotten. She wouldn’t put the latter past him. It wasn’t that she didn’t respect him; it was merely that he hadn’t given her a reason to. She was tired of people who felt entitled to others’ respect because they had a more superior job title. No, respect was earned. “Is it broken?” she asked, staring at him with wide eyes. “Your dick, I mean.” She didn’t understand why someone would choose to work in this industry, especially as a higher-up, if they refused to take advantage of those they deemed inferior. Of course, she’d never do that, but that was mainly because she wasn’t a manipulative cunt. “Is it because it all just seems so fake to you?” she asked, her anger fading, her arms falling to her sides. Just because he didn’t sleep with performers or anyone else in the industry, it didn’t mean that he didn’t have sex in general. “No... Now you’ve got me curious,” she said, making her way to his desk, choosing to sit in the chair across from him. She’d had half a mind to actually sit on his desk, but she’d opted against it.

[alcxandrcmason]

Wonderful. Exactly what he’d needed. Another employee that was ready to undermine him and his position. Using his fingers to rub at his temples, Alexadre held in an irritated sigh, though his frustration towards the day was clear upon his vaguely distressed expression. But after a moment, such vulnerability was gone, and he opened his eyes to see one of the performers with a scowl upon her face, arms crossed imperiously as though she had some sort of say in the matter– or knew of the circumstances at all. “The interns all sign a policy agreement that they are given the day the offer of an internship occurs.” The blond answered blithely. “There is a verbal warning, and after that, three infractions of policy result in a final meeting that could end in termination. She not only violated company policy three more times today, but turned up in my office offering herself to me after she disastrously messed up the marketing projects for the next three months. You didn’t have to witness her termination. Why didn’t you walk away? The situation was none of your concern.”

[ffs-freya-blog]

‘Blah blah blah...’ was all that she heard, opting to tune him out for the most part. As far as she was concerned, there was no excuse for his behavior. She didn’t care how many times the intern had violated her contract. Being that rude to someone was unacceptable. “She probably only took this internship because she wanted to bang you,” she said. “If only to be asked to become a performer.” Freya knew all about that, as she’d stumbled upon the career herself. She’d been hired as an intern for Reality Kings, and on her third shoot, the performer had called in sick. They’d signed a contract stating they’d get the scene done that very day, and as there was no one else on hand... well, they’d asked Freya to step in. It wasn’t as uncommon as people seemed to believe. “If you didn’t want me here, why didn’t you ask me to leave?” she asked. “No, you wanted to humiliate that girl. Congratulations - she’s probably in the bathroom crying.”

[azaleafcks-blog]

“Aw, I’m sorry, babe.” Khalil smirked as he stepped closer to her his thumb running across her lower lip. “I was trying to behave, you know? But if you don’t want me too – I have no problem with that.” He spoke as he pinned her arms above her head once more as he pressed his body up against hers with a small amount of force.

[ffs-freya-blog]

Her lips parted as he traced the bottom one with his thumb, her breath catching in the back of her throat. “Where’s the fun in behaving?” she replied, her eyes meeting his, laughter spilling from her lips as she was pinned against the wall a second time. She wiggled her hips as he pressed his body into hers, the movements creating friction between them.

[stbernardb]

[prestalones]

“You naturally make people uncomfortable?”

[ffs-freya-blog]

“Not intentionally,” she said, giving a half shrug of her shoulders.

[azaleafcks-blog]

Khalil laughed as he let go of her arms and stepped back a bit. “Was that even in the script or did I totally make that up? I tend to do that. Probably why the directors hate working with me.”

[ffs-freya-blog]

She pouted when he released her, her lower lip jutting out. “You weren’t supposed to let go,” she said, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “We were meant to struggle for a bit, and you were supposed to get rough,” she said, twirling the ends of her hair around her fingers. “You’re fine, babe. We’re just doing a walk through.”

[azaleafcks-blog]

“Fine, miss. Is that better?” Khalil smirked as his eyebrows arched upwards. His smirk vanished from his lips as he started to smile grabbing onto her he pushed his body up against hers until she was up against the wall. Khalil grabbed onto her arms and held them above her head the smirk forming on his lips again. His face being close to hers as he spoke, “How was that, miss?”

[ffs-freya-blog]

“A little,” she said, the corners of her lips twitching into a devious smirk. Her eyes widened once he finally took initiative and shoved her against the wall, her back arching slightly in an attempt to press her body against his, desperately craving that contact. “Much better,” she said, her smirk transforming into a smile as she lightly struggled against his grasp. 

[azaleafcks-blog]

Yes, ma’am. I’m paying attention now.

[ffs-freya-blog]

“And don’t call me ma’am,” she teased, smiling widely at him. “Okay, so...” she began, moving to stand directly in front of him. “You’re meant to grab me and shove me against the wall. Think you can do that?”