The very BEST porno -- YOU!

[Guest Don Cast]

I'm a longtime porn lover and find it fills in any idle moments -- but I wonder how many of you enjoy (like me) BEING in the action? When I'm with an accomodating escort I like setting up a videocam and just letting it roll for our encounter. Afterwards it's sort of like an erotic diary and lets me resavor the special moments. It's also special fun to share with similarly inclined friends to pool our special turn ons and memorable moments. A bit of judicious face-blurring (on the stills) eliminates the possibilities of internet-mischief.

 

Any thoughts?

 

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[Luv2play]

I had exactly the same thought six years ago. So I hired an escort and a cameraman, I bought the video tape and I wrote out a sort of script which I discussed with the two before shooting. Then we produced a full-length video tape in my own bedroom. It was great!! By having a cameraman, we got all sorts of angles and closeups and it made it more like a real porno flic.

 

One thing I had to do was get used to the cameraman watching but I found this did not bother me a bit, I just put it out of my mind. I was quite pleased with the video and I do look at it from time to time. The idea was that when I'm old and at the retirement home, I'll have something to look at when my memory is not so good any more!

 

As for security, I kept all the copies of the film, the original and the VHS copy that the cameraman made for me so that they would not end up on the internet. I have never shown it to anyone else and keep it under lock and key! Hey it's MY personal diary!

[eastbayguy]

My ex, Jeff, and I, used to record our own encounters plus some of our special guests. (Jeff loved three-ways, or more.) Our breakup was quite amicable and involved career issues around relocating.

 

During the whole breakup thing, we had a garage sale. We carefully went through the X-rated tapes. Jeff kept some, I kept some. We sold off a box of used VHS tapes at the garage sale. We both were certain we'd bulk erased them. A neighbor bought the box of tapes. A few days later, the doorbell rang and it was our neighbor returning the tapes. Seems her teenage sons (three of them) had been glued to the TV for hours watching a few of the tapes. You can guess what was involved. One of the participants involved was known by the oldest son, much to the surprise of all. (He was older, went to the same school, etc)

 

It took Jeff and I about 9 hours to stop laughing uncontrollably. We got so horny we had to watch the tapes. Of course we called up Adam, the guy we filmed and let him know. He knew he was in some of them.

 

Whatever you do, guard those tapes carefully. Or not...

 

I've often wondered what impact viewing those tapes had on those kids, if any? The oldest was 17, not sure of the ages of the others. The 17 year old was quite the hottie.

 

--EBG

[Luv2play]

I would never sell any of my tapes at a garage sale, it would just be too risky. I trash those I don't want anymore and only after destroying them first. It's just too time consuming to check them out thoroughly first to see whether any stuff is on them that I would not want anyone to see, including a neighbour's 17 year old son!

 

I assume you moved out of the neighbourhood and no longer have to face that mother on a daily basis. That would be a bit much! Not that the sex between you and your lover was anything to be ashamed of but the involvement of another boy from the neighbour's school was a bit dicey, wasn't it?

[Bilbo]

Boy does this bring back a memory. Years ago in Colorado, I arrived at a home only to find three people waiting for me rather than the one I was expecting. Two of them were going to be in another room and so didn't feel that they should pay for any of my time. The youngest and best looking one was going to have at it with me in the master bedroom. By some trick (pun intended) of architecture, we had to go through the den to get to the bedroom. And I noticed that there was a TV set up with a large wire coming out of the bedroom into it. I was assured that it wouldn't be in use while I was there. But when we got back to the bedroom, it was attached to a camera pointed at the bed. Well! I was young, dumb perhaps, and willing to halfway believe the men. Plus I probably needed the money. After the other two men left the room, I "slipped" and pointed the camera away from the bed. Someone came in and repointed it. Between that little interchange happening a couple more times, and my insisting on how sexy it would be to make sex with a sheet over us, I was finally sent home.

My point, and I do have one = This is all well and good. But check with your escort first!! And do expect to pay extra for it.

And, nowadays, if there are any good still photos without your face in them? Offer him one or two for his web site or whatever. }(

[Guest Don Cast]

We do live in naughty digital times, so it's natural to have some concern over having your finest moments promiscuously copied and widely distributed. We graphic diarizers have to evolve our own code, so (personally) I never distribute "unauthorised" stuff -- though I may share it selectively & carefully. I agree that stills with faces fuzzed-out can be disappointing, but they do offer a way of communicating when (some) discretion is demanded.

 

Which reminds me of the three Oxford Dons (perfessers to you) who were skinny-dipping in the river just as a puntload of ladies glided past. Two of the dons tried to cover their criticals with their handkerchiefs, the third simply stood his ground and draped his handkerchief over his head. As he explained afterwards to his colleagues: "In Oxford, I am known by my face."