Long ago, my housemates used to occasionally partake in making cinema of a decidedly prurient sort. The knowledge of this eventually came out, and the newer members of Worthy Acres, myself included, quickly agitated for a series of showings.
Very educational and enticing.
But something more than just a few video files came unbottled in the process -- an insistent genie, if you will, that set its sights on granting several yams' wishes to rekindle those filmic adventures.
To date, I've somehow managed to find myself on the attentive end of a lecherous lens not just once but twice, and then reviewed the results multiple times beyond that.
I shan't go into details, which would be both crass and disrespectful of my partner/filmographer's privacy. But the aspect I do want to discuss is how gratifying it can be to see oneself disposed in the throes of mutual satisfaction with a lover who so clearly delights in both the shared sensuality and the kink of enshrining our concupiscence in video form. I'm not a woman bereft of vanity, but to see myself encompassing the whole of the screen with what I'm going to claim was jaw-droppingly voluptuous sensuality -- well, it struck a rather erogenously egotistical nerve that now pulses quite notably whenever I think back on those images.
The hormone-tided emotions of lovemaking have not, to date, translated into videographed form. But all the carnal intimacies present themselves quite well on a rewatch.
I highly recommend the experience of casting away restraint and self-consciousness in this way. To be unabashed in the midst of passion -- to be willfully exposed in both flesh and heedless congress -- such daring endeavors liberate with lustful profundity.
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