Daisy Rock

MySpace and Facebook Doom

Myspace has yet again fucked me up the arse once again and deleted my profile.  The last time it happened I must admit pathetic or not I actually had tears in my eyes.  I must pronounce that some of it might have been, ashamed to admit it, but my time.   I had built up a huge number of fans and I put in so much time, and hours of writing and replying to each and every message and building up relationships with people I have come to know online, come to one sudden buttshafting end.I had actually met and kept in contact with many people all over the world and it was a nice way of just saying hi.
So yesterday knowing that I had a number of messages to answer I go to my page … Oh and there we have it down again. I am now declaring myself well and truly bored … and I can say the same for Facebook, but I shall persevere as I do get to go out on some brilliant nights out, and I would not give that up for the world. However I have my own little conclusion about how I feel about certain parts of online friending.

It’s Stressful
Two years ago we were all like “Hurray!  My Space and Facebook the 21st Century equivalent of reunion” and now its “Urgh! My Space and Facebook ,  the 21st century equivalent of reunion.  It was fantastic when the idea was first born, you could find out who is dumping who, whether any of your school mates turned out to be gay, in my case LOL I am sure it must have raised a few eyebrows.    When you think about everyone you have just even breathed on can look at your life 24/7, you’re under constant pressure to look and sound fabulously thin, intelligent and wealthy.  Especially when people are posting things like ‘just landed in Vegas’ or ‘just got back from celeb party, blah, blah,  It would be much more realistic if we wrote, ‘I am writing In bed with snot running down my face, not attractive at all, anyone have a tissue?’
It Makes You Insecure Have any of your friends ranked you 99th best friend out of 500 of the most interesting.  Try an application and you can find out you have the sex appeal of a frog, the body of a pensioner and the mental ability of a cabbage.  Photo Tagging is one of my favourites, imagine your boss having a quick peek at that Monday morning sickie, when there are pictures that your lovely friends have posted of you over the weekend, completely of your head, snogging the pavement, or even worse in my case again.   Where is this exactly fun?
Everyone’s Got Savvy to Comments
Reading other peoples comments, it’s sneaky rude and downright fun.  But now we are clued up, and now that most people have gone back to private messaging, it’s boring.
The Definition of FRIEND has been Stretched out of all Recognition
We have added our mates, our mates, mates, and the bloke down the chippy and his mates, everyone we fancy.   Would we even recognise them if they knocked on our front door!
It Makes Us Lazy
We no longer go trawling through the shops for a friend’s birthday present or card, when you can just send one online.  What is the fucking point in that, my personal hate, I like presents, fuck those virtual ones, what the fuck are they all about.
It Creates Friend Envy
Hands up we have all snooped on our ex friends.  But the really gutting thing is when you discover that they are friends with two politicians, three TV personalities, a Bafta – winning screenwriter and, heck even one big brother contestant … god I am so guilty of that LOL.
Applications are not even Funny
They never were.  In what other forum would you be repeatedly poked, butt slapped, hit by various pointy objects and foodstuff, be considered a genuine diversion from an annoying work project you’re trying to avoid Eh ?…
Groups Suck
It doesn’t matter how many people join, My Girlfriend Will Let Me Turn Our House into a Seedy Whore House, I Want to Eat My Dinner out Of Johnny Depp’s Belly Button, or I Want to Punch Every Slow Walking Person In The Back Of the Head, it does not make them any more amusing.
Oh the E Guilt 
I always felt bad when I don’t poke a friend back, so then I started, it did not take me long to realize that it means absolutely fuck all.  Did I neglect to stroke your furry parts or responded to your likeness appli cation, what a load of drivel, I just don’t get it, what are we feeling guilty about.
Profile Watcher
AKA the new application which lets you know every single time anyone looks at your page or your pictures.  Which means that in turn, you’re ex boyfriend, No 1 frenemy and boss will get an update if you stalk them?  Like, why?  It’s the death of My Space and Facebook, I tell you.
The Old Fashioned Way
I would still like to keep the contact between friends via the net, I mean after all it saves money, it’s very quick and unobtrusive unlike the telephone, which I prefer to use for instant arrangements.   I love to know there is a party going on or get a late invite out on the spur of the moment and like to know who else might be attending, I also love keeping in touch with fans as I  love the banter that goes to and fro.  It is an ideal way to answer people’s questions and such.

So I guess after my winge I am still a fan of cyber friends, I am just sore at them for pulling me down.

Ho Hum …

Well put it this way, if it is the sex industry you want to hear about it makes for avid reading, if you’re asking Daisy Rock, you have come to the right place. 

During my varied and unconventional lifestyle I have always been driven sexually, I don’t quite know how to explain this statement only to say that, well everything I see has its own sexual nature.  I suppose an example of this would be that most of what I have done has included selling myself, not literally of course, you can’t buy me, but you can buy my creativity.  I used to be a sales gal and using my sexual prowess certainly had me selling more than the average person, it’s the old saying isn’t it … if you can sell yourself!

It all started when telecoms took the open market and I opened a company that rivalled the Big One.   I used to waltz into the hierarchic offices in London in a cheap high street suit cheeky as hell, to explain to the big bod, how his company could save thousands of pounds on their telephone bills.  I used to flirt outrageously and get them tangling their words, some used to take me out for lunch, once  I shagged a very sexy executive over his desk  after he handed me a signed cheque for the product, I earnt a commission of £10,000  that day … Now that is selling.  I realised early how my sexual appetite was insatiable.  So my life was dangerously exciting and I took risks which made me hungry for more.  My life you see was my natural progression into porn.  I took to Porn like a fish to water, and in those salty oceans I shall always swim. 

My first porn movie was a phone call out of the blue, Tanya Hyde needed a pole dancer for the movie Sex Club, I had experience and my friend Nic Vega got me the gig.  When I arrived there was an apartment full of hot and horny looking performers.  I must have looked like a child in a sweet shop dribbling at the thought of them bending me over and having my pussy pounded to death.  Unfortunately this was not going to happen I was not a fully fledged certified slut yet.  I frustratingly danced around a pole however I was invited to perform a solo with a toy … well I only need to be asked once, from that day I knew I would be the next biggest porn slut on the market … this was just the start !!!

I spent the next few months cruising with my own camera at every available opportunity that I could.  I started going out to parties picking up men and girls and fucking them on camera.  I would take them back to the party pick up some more and do it all over again, not one person said ‘no’ it was all so excitingly steamy and dramatic that they daren’t. 

I always had my doubts about the sex industry; I think that society would have us believe that all bad things happen to those who tread the dark side, if that is what it is.  It’s all a cliché if you love unconventional sex; you apparently set yourself up for a whole host of nasty repercussions  … bullshit!  If you love unconventional sex you will have the freedom of an individual who can fully express another side of life, simple.  It’s not for everyone, but we have to have the choice.

The industry is fairly well balanced like any other.  It has its legitimate companies and performers who do a fantastic job, love what they do, to the other side of amateur crap that will stick one on you, as quick as you can say ‘fuck me up the arse’.  The good thing is, they are easy to spot, so if you are a young girl or guy who wants to get into the industry, listening to an old man with a camera saying ‘I am gonna make you a star’, kick him in the nuts.  It’s the equivalent of any office worker going for their first interview being told ‘yes mate your straight in at the top, and you have the penthouse office on the top floor’ …  It’s bollox.  You fucking work hard is what you do, you get fucked a lot, you get great at what you do, or fail.  Then if you want to go further, you work for yourself and create your own identity.

Since I have been in this supposed tacky duvet, red lit, bad acting profession, I have realised how much we stake on our careers.  It is almost a lifelong commitment, and you can forget it, if you ever want to change career path.  If you wanted to become a doctor or nurse forget it, you will be hung by the peoples jury and classed as a non specific dishonourable member of society and the gutter press will have your guts for garters (excuse the pun). You might never be taken seriously again, that is a life commitment, don’t you think?  Still I would not change what I do for the world.

There are two wonderful aspects I love about my career; the first is to leave it in the reality zone.  No fake sex or groans but fucking real people on film with real orgasms, mind you I always have those … 

I was on set once and I was making a film called Little Fitian, Yes a piss take of the famed comedy series.  It was hilarious.  The guy in the wheelchair, Andy, blurted ‘I want to fuck her’.   Lou, his carer, blurting back ‘but you said you didn’t like fucking porn stars’ …  In the middle of my scene,  two of Playboys top boys walked in on my scene to view my performance,   THE BUGGERS.  I was on top of Mark Sloan riding him like a bitch.  I felt the biggest gush building up in my juicy groin.  Within seconds I lifted my well moistened pussy off of marks cock and gushed six foot across the other side of the room spraying the two producers with my liquid gold over their faces, the cameraman jumped back shouting ‘what the fuck’, I looked over and there was my juice dripping off of their faces, I have never laughed so much. 

So back to the point I use my website for the real stuff, I have a section called Casting Couch, now this is all real.  I hunt down ordinary guys that I fancy and invite them to fuck me on film.  It also gives those ordinary guys a chance to approach me for the same.  It’s filmed on the day we meet, they turn up I am ready for them.  I fuck them and they fuck me  and it is the most fucking amazingly horny experience, an affair on film.

The guys I have had so far are amazing and I always can’t wait for the next one … you never know, one day it could be you!

The second aspect of what I love the most,  in this my chosen career is the fantasies, I am a very creative passionate individual with a overactive imagination, it’s the dark side of mine and other peoples fantasies I love to explore and make movies about. 

One example is this … I receive many fan mails a day I answer them all personally, but once I received one that just got the better of me, I took it further.

I named him Holly.  Holly wanted to be a she for the day and wanted to be abused by his Mistress.  He was a 20 stone bloke, who wanted to look feminine.  I had my work cut out for me.  I dressed holly, up in a fairy dress and taught him how to walk, talk and sit down like a lady, well you can imagine, it just was not good enough.  So I shut him in a cage for 8 hours and went out clubbing.  I got home later and made ‘it’ serve all my friends with drinks and sent him home that morning, well it made his day. 

I am making movies about these fantasies that delve into many of our minds, to portray these on film is exciting and demanding but I believe in them.  I believe in the excitement of viewing a fantasy that you love on film.  An extraordinary journey to delight and fulfil your wicked side.  I spend time on my blog talking about this, my debauched lifestyle this is just a little piece of Daisy Rock … if you want to see more go to www.daisyrockuk.com and www.daisyrockblog.com.

Lust Daisy Rock x x x

Someone brought this to my attention recently. An article in Tabu magazine in Germany which goes back a bit to when I used to put on the fetish club night Inner Spirit in Brighton. These hot girls got my knickers down for the photographer, I should have known that I’d end up doing that sort of thing all the time, hehe.

Paradise Films’ Paraphilia label have released a new movie with me on the cover. Sex Descrimination features a dark and twisted tale of dominance, submission and hard sex.
You can find my Paraphilia DVD’s here by searching for Daisy Rock

Brighton’s Insight magazine has this month run an issue called The Love Issue and interviewed me ‘The Porn Auteur’ as part of their feature. It’s out, free and available this month from various locations around the city.

After a year in the countryside I have moved back to the City. I missed the people, the liveliness and the sexual opportunities that this City of Sin seems to produce. Apologies for the lack of updates during my move, I was without an Internet connection for 3 weeks. But I have been making some hot movies during this time and have got some great updates coming to my members section over the coming weeks, including getting a pounding in the stocks from Strap-on-Jane. I’ve also got some new Casting Couch movies coming soon from all you horny guys that want to try their hand… and cock at a porn scene with me.

Daisy Rock Wins Award at The UK Adult Film Awards

Last Thursday at The UK Adult Film and TV Awards I was very proud to win an award for the best girl/girl scene of the year for my horny session with the gorgeous Jamie Brooks in my Playboy series Bound, Gagged and Shagged. The series also won best Pay-Per-View series of the year. It was a great night despite being on my crutches and everyone was looking gorgeous.

Here’s the full list of winners:

Best Film - Bondage Thoughts (Kendo/Erotic Flesh Productions)
Best Director - Anna Span (Hug a Hoodie)
Best Female Actress - Carmel Moore (Hug a Hoodie)
Best Male Actor - Keiran Lee (Various)
Pay-per-view Channel of the Year - Playboy TV
Best Gay Film - Supersize (Freshwave)
Best Amateur Film - Knob the Builder (Freddy’s World)
Best Overseas Film - Breakin ‘Em In 9 (Vouyer Media)
Best Reality Porn Film - Hug a Hoodie (Anna Span)
Best Gonzo Production - Don’t Kiss Me (Nickelass Productions)
Best Softcore Production - Hug a Hoodie (Anna Span)
Best Fetish - Xperimental (Mad At It)
Lifetime Achievement Award - Cathy Barry
Best Actor in a Gay Film - Kyle Price (ASBO Twinks)
Best Supporting Male Actor - Keni Styles (Porn Date)
Best Male Newcomer - Vince Velvet (Hug A Hoodie)
Most Outrageous Female Performance - Lolly Badcock (Xperimental)
Best Female Performer Amateur Film - Tracy Lain (Knob the Builder)
Best Performer Girl/Girl Scene - Daisy Rock (Bound Gagged)
Best Female performer in an Anal Scene - Jaime Brooks (Cream Bunz)
BGAFD Female Performer of the Year - Isabel Ice
Best Female Performance in an Oral Scene - Cindy Behr (Kitty Licks)
Joe Adelman Award for Best New Starlet - Karlie Simon (Celebrity Shag)
Best Overseas Female Performer - Carmella Bing
Best Supporting Actress - Cyprus Islas (Pyjama Party)
Best Online Scene - Rio and David (Real Couples)
Free-To-view Presenter of the Year - Rio Lee ( Sex Station)
Pay-per-view Series of the Year - Bound Shagged and Gagged
Free-to-view Channel of the Year - Sex Station
Best Distributor - Relish
Best Script - Dr Screw 2 (Paul Carder/Craig Kennedy)
Best Original Soundtrack - Murder Mystery Weekend (Bluebird)
Best Packaging - Bondage Thoughts (Erotic Flesh Productions)
Best DVD Authoring - Virtual Sex with Michelle B (Mark Cremona)
Best Editing - Bondage Thoughts (XL/Erotic Flesh Productions)
Best Lighting - Bondage Thoughts (Kendo/Erotic Flesh Productions)

I have not written a blog in ages and now has come the time when I am forced to take some rest so I have decided I should start hitting the computer keys.

Life has been so busy lately with filming and running my website my last escapade turned up to be a disaster.  I decided to sign at the Erotica show on the Sunday and after half an hour of greeting friends and fans, Carmel Moore came to say hello I picked her up grabbing her arse, fell and twisted my ankle in ridiculously high heeled shoes and ended up being carted out  of the show in a wheel chair.

To my delight I think not, looking like a showpiece from some weird fetish side show I was sat in Charring Cross A& E wearing fishnet stockings, the guilty high heeled shoes and my breasts heaving out of a bra fit for a six year old.

It was no joke even if I find the whole thing hilarious now, the nurse decided to park me next to another wheelchair loaded with an old woman shouting obscenities, and opposite was the viewing gallery for normal casualties to look upon me an the other loonies as a way to pass the time.

I was x rayed three times to make sure I did not have a break, why do those guys twist your foot so badly try to get it in position, for fuck sake, you are x raying my foot because it might be broken stop twisting the fucker.  Sorry about the swearing.

I was absolutely delighted to leave after three hours with my new hospital issue porn star sticks to swing on with a bad sprain to my ligaments.

So slow down Daisy is my motto this month through no choice of my own, and no high heels at least for a couple of months, gutted.

So my mind is ticking at speeds of over 100 miles an hour at what will come to me when my slutty habits can return.  Or can I invent some lying down?  Well I am not the only person in the world that is crippled even if is only temporary.  What about the folk who are always in this predicament, now this is what I wonder.

How to be sexy whilst being temporarily disabled.

Day 1

One gram of Paracetomal and 400 grams of Ibruprofen for breakfast, oh hang on a minute I can’t bloody move.  Help … I need to pee and I can’t even move.  My whole leg has decided to take a comedy holiday to Agony Street.  A sprain can never be this painful surely!  Oh no, I have to get my boyfriend to take me to the loo, how embarrassing.  Perhaps I should wear rubber knickers and suggest a fetish game. Role play that’s the one, he is my nurse who administers things to me.  Kinky, I like it.

Day 2

Mmmmm more drugs please and less pain and I need a bath, sink washing is not my thing.  How do I get in the bath?  More help from boyfriend is needed, oh gosh I am really not looking so sexy but I shall pout all the same when he looks at me.  I also arch my back and stick my tits out, great his eyes are there, plan sufficient.

Day 3

Foot has decided to swell to twice the size and go purple, so now I order from new nurse, a cute pair of knee high socks hiding the purple thing at the end of my leg.  Nurse is doing extremely well and is enjoying the time with me, I try and keep the kinky game plan going, by giving him treats every errand he runs for me, there is nothing wrong with my lips you know!

Shit …Don’t believe it …Nurse reminds me that Naughty America is coming to shoot me tomorrow and the day after, four scenes have  been arranged for a couple of months now, how am I going to do porn with a dodgy foot?  I start panicking and try and get as much rest as I can, no sexy stuff for the nurse today just ZZZZZzzzzz’s for me.

It all started so well

Oh dear

The Erotica show turned into a bit of a disaster, 30 minutes into signing for fans I managed to make my ankle go sideways while picking up and spinning round the lovely Carmel Moore, my ankle went pop and I ended up in A&E in my fishnet stockings and sent home with crutches, sorry if you came by the booth and I was not there, I want you all to give me a kiss better on my ankle to help aid it’s recovery lol…

I had a bit of a surprise at the Venus show in Berlin this year, a fan came up to me and gave me a copy of EM magazine. Puzzled, I started to look through and suddenly came smack, bang across some pics of me surrounded by guys getting fucked in a club. I quickly realised they were from the infamous Kit Kat Club when I was partying there last year with my friends Keni Styles and Isabel Ice. The Berlin clubs are fantastic, great venues, DJ’s, music and you get to fuck there too. A perfect night clubbing hehe.. But I had know idea someone was taking pictures at the time, I must have had my mind on other things… (giggle).