Like the stereotypical MF couple, SwingBot has wanted to film us during sex or take naughty pictures while I have been against the idea. My objections were:
1. Naked pictures and videos of oneself could be compromising, if they ever somehow got into the wrong hands.
2. I do not want to see how I look when I have sex. I am still trying to make my body look the way I want, never mind the awkwardness of sex positions, silly \”O\” faces, and blotchy flushing.
SwingBot and I have been together for so long that the \”in the wrong hands\” fear is nearly negligible. I know him, I trust him, and he is not going to distribute compromising footage of me willy nilly, nor is he going to lose it.
Still, there is that second reason. I feel awkward about myself enough that I genuinely feel more comfortable in clothes than naked and prefer to have sex with the lights dimmed. So, why would I want a recording to show my every flaw in precise detail? Accuracy would not be left to faulty (and hopefully kind) memories, but instead digitally archived.
So, why did I make a decision contrary to years of protest? Well, there were a few reasons, but the final push was that BG wanted pictures of himself.
His request for pictures of himself changed the focus from being pictures of me (which made me uncomfortable) or pictures of SwingBot (which made SwingBot uncomfortable) to pictures of someone who wanted to pose, who wanted to be captured on film (well, digitally). That new line of thinking pushed me from \”Video would help me remember what happened, but I am not sure,\” to \”Okay, roll camera.\” At the start, many of the shots have my body mostly hidden by his. Eventually, even despite the sudden brightness of the odd camera flash, I was able to forget about the cameras and focus instead on the sex…
…Until we took a break and decided to view the footage.
We were dressed and sitting on the couch, no longer safely within the lusty confines of the play space. Instead, we were watching the previous hours\’ acts with open eyes and critical minds on a big screen in the living room. Though I had just been naked with him, fucking him, and now lay with my legs across his lap, I could not bear to look at BG or be seen by him as we watched. Though he had been watching and recording everything, I could not meet SwingBot\’s eyes as he sat across the room from me. I grabbed a pillow and hid my embarrassed face behind it as we viewed some of the many photographs and watched a few of the videos.
Somehow, I did not die of embarrassment from the viewing. We did not watch or look at everything available, but saw a good amount. To continue the break and have a change of pace, we read Internet humor for a while, until we had our fill of that. Eventually, BG and I started to make out on the couch. He whispered into my right ear, \”Do you want to feel my cock in you one more time?\” His whispering is incredibly arousing. In case I had not already wanted that (which I did), I certainly would have wanted it then.
After one more fulfilling bout of sex, BG had to head home and SwingBot and I had to head to bed. SwingBot and BG performed their ritual act of shaking hands, now done primarily for my amused consternation. I decided to follow suit this time, shaking hands with BG rather than wrapping him in a passionate farewell embrace. I am all too predictable, though; he lingered and commented, \”I\’m waiting to see whether she\’s really going to let me go with just a handshake.\” Frankly, I had been planning to do just that for humor\’s sake, but the comment broke my resolve. I pushed him against the door, consuming him through mouth and hands, and then he left.
SwingBot and I collapsed in bed, aware of the fact that our evening was now lingering digitally on a hard drive.