Behind The Scenes With Camille: Lights, Camera, Action!

The camera's rolling. Somehow, this feels so different from when you take quick, coy snaps of me as I open myself for you or when you ask me to pose for you in the garden. I hear your breath, as heavy as mine. There's a mix of arousal and the adrenaline you get from escalating nerves. This is it.

We could always turn off the camera and slip into the same, familiar sex we have together after years of cultivating the perfect rhythm. It's no less sensual, no less passionate than it ever was. It's comforting and deeply satisfying. As I see you spread out in front of me, cock pointing skyward with anticipation, I know this is exactly what I need.

The first time is always a little awkward. It's hard not to be self-conscious, trying to remember what I do with my hands, how I tilt my head to push down to the base of your cock, where you like to come... Everything feels new, but I'm not afraid. My lips feel inexplicably drawn to your cock, to lightly kiss the very tip as I look into your eyes.

As my tongue creeps out gingerly, I hear a small gasp escape you, almost like a sigh. First contact: a gentle lick, swirling slightly to follow the curve of your cockhead. Progressively, the swirls get more deliberate as my hand finds the base of your cock, steadying your shaft with a kind, warm palm.

My lips find the tip again, this time to part and slide down lovingly. I surprise myself with my own boldness, lost in us. The camera is a faint memory as I suck you up and down in my wet mouth, though I know I'll look back on this some day with a mix of pride and mild embarrassment stemming from how far I've come. For now, it's just my mouth, your cock and the impending orgasm. As I taste the first spurt of your cum, I know that I need to have so much more of this...

[This post is a part of Fleshbot's Camille Crimson Week.]