Day 5 (Finally)…
Me, on the Big (or Little) Screen
(yeah, a little behind on the recaps, I’m catching up!)
I’d been thinking about this task since I saw it on the list…video-tape. Myself. Playing with myself. A healthy mix of self-consciousness, nervousness and excitement.
What I didn’t count on was the sheer AWKWARDNESS of the logistics of actually doing it. Absolute respect and mad props to those women who make it look so fucking sexy when they video themselves.
‘Cause, here’s how it went for me…
It’s late afternoon before I get a little time to myself. I admit, I’m already wet with anticipation, having checked in with TRD blog throughout the day.
Unbelievably hot stuff. And I figure, how hard could this be?
I get naked and lay down on the bed with my trusty vibe – the fun purple one from the no-hands day. I thought maybe I’d start with videoing myself playing with my breasts, circling the nipples, giving them a good pull here and there.
That was fun, easy…arousing. Really arousing. And it was time to move down to where I was now aching, dripping.
The vibe slides in with no effort whatsoever, feels so damn good as I thrust it in deeper, feeling the vibrations on my clit, so close already…oh wait!
Shit! I’m supposed to be videotaping this!
I pull out the vibe before it’s too late, aim my phone in the general direction of my throbbing pussy and push play.
With my other hand, I again slide that vibe in, spreading my legs even further apart, grinding away.
Almost immediately I feel the wave coming. I relax and contract all at the same time, letting the orgasm wash over me.
Damn, that was a good one! I push stop on the phone.
OK, now for a little review, just to be sure it worked.
WTF?! What is that, the ceiling? Is that my knee? Is this even me? I can’t believe how bad this video is.
Clearly, I’m challenged. I have short arms or something. I mean, it’s like Blair Witch gone very, very bad.
Shit. I have to do it again.
I don’t have a lot of time. How do I make sure I actually get it this time? I’m still wet, a bit more sensitive than before, what with all that clit stimulation from the vibe.
So, of course, the vibe slides right in. A little less intensity this time, because it’s taking me a little longer as I’m playing with the selfie screen trying to get the right angle and I don’t want to climax too soon.
“Very sexy,” I say out loud to myself, giggling at the whole thing.
I mean, c’mon. How is this not funny? Sexy, I don’t know. But it is funny as hell.
Attempt #2 is better. I decide not to cum, but just to video a bit of playing, see how it looks. Channeling my inner Francis Ford Coppola, I critique this one. The angle is better, but my boobs are in it, and they look goofy. My ass looks weird.
My hand is too big…yeah, I can do better.
Attempt #3. Did I mention I didn’t cum on #2? This one was going to be a keeper, regardless of what it looked like, because I was going to cum, hard. And I decided not to watch it. I wanted to surprise myself in the morning.
Fast-forward to Sunday morning. Laying in bed. It’s time. I hit play.
There before me is a pussy, with a vibe thrusting in and out…and there are noises. The hum from the vibe.
Moans. My moans. My pussy.
Fuck. This is kinda hot. I’m feeling all tingly.
How have I never done this before? WHY have I never done this before? And, how hot would this be to do with my partner?
A quick rub on my clit, because I’m wet and aroused from watching myself get wet and aroused (a delicious vicious circle)…and a soft orgasm. A good way to start the day, as I jump out of bed and head to the bathroom, perhaps a little too eagerly. Why?
Time to plug.
Fuck I am dying laughing and turned on at the same time. You are a great writer. Francis Ford Coppola. Fucking dying.