INT My campus bedroom – evening
We are treated to a momentary blur of colour and sound. The camera lurches from my face to the ceiling to the wall to the floor… then stabilises as I put it down on my bedside table. I adjust it minutely.
It is pointing at the bed. On the bed is my then-girlfriend: lithe, small-breasted, femme. She is on her hands and knees, completely naked. She is facing the camera. Her long blonde hair hangs over her face. Bracing herself with her other hand she moves it behind her ear.
THEN-GIRLFRIEND
It’s on?
ME
Yep.
I enter the frame, also naked. Erect. Gangly, tanned, ectomorphic. My head is out of shot, until I bend down and cup her chin and kiss her on the mouth. She raises one hand, very slightly, as though planning on touching me. She doesn’t.
We finish kissing. I turn her head gently but firmly to face the camera. Then I get onto the bed behind her. The movement shakes the bed, which shakes the dressing table. Very, very slowly, the camera topples forward.
We see a fleeting look of amusement on my girlfriend’s face. Then we see the carpet.
THEN-GIRLFRIEND
(Giggles)
For a few moments longer we see nothing but carpet. We hear me getting off the bed. We hear both of us laughing. That’s the last sound we hear before the clip comes to an end.
Haha. Oh the mishaps of life.
Just one of many mishaps, I assure you.
I loved listening to your first sex video.
Glad you enjoyed!
This was fun and almost inevitable… love the humor here!
There’s almost always a bit of unintended humour in the course of trying to make a sextape!
This made me giggle… I could totally picture it!
Rebel xox
Glad it made you laugh. It certainly gave me a decent giggle when it happened!
Sounds like something that would happen if I tried to make a sex tape, lol
A tripod is worth its weight in gold, sometimes.
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