Tera Patrick - Sinner Takes All

We even tried to one up each other when it came to stocking up on sex toys. We went to Home Depot and were going up and down the aisles trying to freak the other out. We got 100 feet of this thick, heavy rope to tie each other up. We got duct tape. He bought these rubber gloves that go up to the elbow as a joke and I was like, “What are you going to do with those?!” We bought phone wire and I was like, “OK, I come home and you will be hiding in the closet with a ski mask on and you’ll come out and get me and tie me up with phone wire!”

When we got home and got at it we were making so much noise. I was screaming, the headboard was banging on the wall, and the furniture was getting thrown all over the place. I’m normally really quiet. I never had guys over. No one in my building knew what I did for a living. I kept it very safe and quiet at my place. But when Evan got there, all that went out the window. We were so loud that the neighbors started complaining and my landlord Dave—he reminded us of Mr. Roper from Three’s Company—came to my door.

“There’s a lot of noise in here, and that’s unusual,” Dave said.

Evan walked out naked with a towel on his dick and goes, “Is it?”

Dave didn’t know what to think. He left but he must have come back a dozen more times over the four days we spent holed up in my apartment having sex. On day two, he said he heard me screaming and thought Evan was killing me. In fact, I like to get choked during sex, so he was hearing screaming and gasping for air, but it was all good. Dave knocked on our door for the zillionth time and said to Evan, “Are you hurting her?” Evan was so fed up with all the interruptions by then that he cracked back to Dave, “Maybe I am, but she likes it!”

And that’s when the cops got called for the first time.

Two cops showed up: a jarhead-looking Robocop and a Mexican cop who actually seemed kind of cool. They said that several neighbors reported what they thought might be a domestic dispute. Evan pulled the Mexican cop aside and said, “Hey, here’s the deal. We’ve been talking on the phone for three months and this is our first time together.” He loved telling our story to anyone. And he goes, “Have you heard of Tera Patrick?” The cop got all wide-eyed and said, “Yes!” And Evan said, “Well, that’s her in there.” I came out and said hi and assured them that we were fine and they left.

It was the most incredible time. It was very emotional, too. I cried. I felt things I had never felt before. And I knew that he was going to marry me. I know this sounds crazy, but I prayed for Evan. I really did. I would lie in bed awake at night and cry and think, “What man is going to want to marry me? A porn star? The biggest porn star in the business? Who is going to take me home to their mother? ”Hi, Mom. This is Linda, uh, Tera, uh, the star of Sex Island. But she’s really nice, Mom, really." It scared me. It terrified me, actually. I wondered who was going to love me for me.

At the end of Evan’s first stay with me, I remember lying down side-by-side with him, just holding each other. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, and he said, “You know when you’re the most beautiful? When you’re not trying to be.”

I arrived at Long Beach Airport, just thirty miles south of Los Angeles, and I was waiting for Tera. I saw this smoking hot chick in a silver 360 Modena Ferrari go zipping past. And I got excited. The phone rings and it’s Tera. I pick up and ask her, “Was that you in the silver Ferrari?”

She told me, “No, I’m in an Infiniti QX4.”

I thought, “Damn. I wanted to drive that Ferrari.” And I started feeling anxious all over again. She could still be a cow. But my anxiety only lasted a minute. The Infiniti appeared, pulled up to the curb, and I looked at her through the windshield and my heart melted. Jenna Jameson didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about. And I was a fool for even worrying about it.

In my fantasies, if I were to draw up the perfect woman, I couldn’t even have imagined a woman as perfect as Tera. She had the exotic look I loved. Her skin was gorgeous. Her hair was so beautiful and soft. Even sitting down in the driver’s seat, I could tell she was tall and statuesque, but still petite and tight on her frame. Supermodels want to look like this girl. I saw my wildest dreams incarnated in Tera Patrick. She had it all—a beautiful mind, body, and soul.

I got in the car and I was just mesmerized by her. She looked like a movie star. It felt like heaven. It took me to a place I’ve never been. I just sat across from her and took it all in. It was sensory overload. I smelled her. She didn’t smell like perfume. She didn’t have that bad perfume smell that all the girls before her had. She just smelled gorgeous. She smelled like some shampoo that’s so expensive I’d never heard of it, clean and natural and incredibly sexy. I was completely erect just from smelling her. It was really love at first sniff.

And I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. We were groping and touching and kissing as she drove. We’d been talking for three months on the phone. I was done talking. I was ready to start the humping. She was nervous, and it turned me on that she was nervous. But I couldn’t help but think, “What’s wrong with her? No chick could be this good looking and available. Maybe she has Tourette’s syndrome or terrible gas. Maybe she has a tail. Maybe her pussy looked like a bulldog eating porridge.” I didn’t even know what that meant, but I feared it. What did I do to have the most beautiful girl in the world interested in me and turned on by me? I was so in love with her already. It felt too good to be true.

When we opened the door I was struck at how “Americana” she had her place decorated. It was almost Martha Stewart-esque. She had all of these vintage American items from the ’50s like old Hershey’s chocolate syrup signs on the wall. I didn’t care. It was her, and all I wanted to do was rip her clothes off. I tore them off her like a savage animal. We started fucking all over the house. We broke furniture. We broke mirrors. It looked like a crime scene. We were going at each other, back and forth. Tera was very aggressive with me and she wanted me to be aggressive with her. She wanted me to fuck her as hard as I could and not stop. We broke the headboard off the bed. I threw my back out and I didn’t want to tell her. I didn’t want her to think of me as “Old Man Seinfeld” with his Jewish ailments. It was crazy.

I’m the overaggressive “sex addict” to start with and I’d never felt intimidated by a girl—ever. But here I am with this girl who fucked professional fuckers, so I felt like I had to outfuck the pros. I was like, “Yeah? You like that shit? Who’s your daddy?” We had sex for four days and nights. I had spent my whole sexual life trying to recapture the feeling I had when I was thirteen and lost my virginity. And with Tera, I’d finally done it; only it was so much better this time.

Tera and I went at it so loud and long that the cops came. That’s how you know you’re having great sex: when the cops come. She was screaming. I was grunting and groaning. Her landlord Dave was a bully. He just kept knocking on our door complaining about the noise. We must have had twenty-five interruptions in those four days between Dave and the cops. Dave would find any reason to bother us. One time he complained that the car was parked an inch over the line, but mostly he kept coming back because it sounded like I was killing Tera inside.

When the cops showed up the first time, I explained our story to them and how this was our first time having sex after just talking on the phone for months. Tera came out in her robe, smiles at the cops, and said, “Hiiiiii!” I looked at one cop and go, “You get it now?” He looked at his partner and said, “There’s nothing to see here.”