real porn

Ah the joys of homemade porn! It's all the rage right now, audio-visual technology being what it is, but still, there's porn and then there's mmm... porn!

I spent most of yesterday evening unloading three dozen homemade videos off my hard drive onto dvd's (nah, I don't sell them, I just have very visually oriented lovers who inspire me to acts of technological and gymnastic creativity) and after about the tenth featurette of my own flesh in various states of lighting, tumescence and undress, I started to look at this not as ME but as an interesting exercise in fleshly contours, art and self love. I admired the way the light played off the lube snaking down a thigh, or the giggly upside-down grin after an especially yogic pose. I also found myself fascinated with the puckers and folds and scars that live alongside cute moles, sexy toes and the hot tattoo on my right calf.

Since many of my videos have been made while I'm completely alone with only minimal equipment, a lot of what makes them special is the parts of me that go into them: the braids I decided to wear at the last minute to go with Lolita gym socks, or a mod hat and plaid skirt, or just a sexy running dialogue with my imagined lover. When I was 25 and still fairly inexperienced in the world of erotica I'd never have imagined doing anything like this with a partner, let alone filming it! And damn, I'm kind of proud of me, 'cause it really is hot... in fact, after watching several hours of my own body strutting its stuff in all its glorious, creative imperfection -- I'd definitely wanna do me.