The Weekly Mindfuck: The Best Kind of Memories

... are the kinds you get on camera. 

An Ode to Making Videos

I'm a porn watcher, obviously. I watch porn alone. I watch it with significant others. I watch it on my phone, on my tablet, on my laptop and sometimes even on demand. I watch it at home, in other people's homes (sorry, guys), in the car, and every once in awhile on an airplane when my back is facing the window. I like soft core, hard core, homemade, professional, and craft. You guys get the idea—I love watching other people have sex, and I don't discriminate between styles, kind, or performers.

There's something about making your own videos, though. Not the kind you would take yourself and post online, but the ones you take for the two (or three, or four) people partaking. There's something illicit and invigorating about putting on a performance when you're usually balls deep (excuse my expression) in the act. It brings out parts of your sexuality you never knew existed. You're more vocal. More responsive. More enthusiastic. It's thrilling. 

The best part, though? Watching it afterward. Seeing yourself pleasure someone else—while you're in the throes of pleasure yourself— is crazy hot, especially when you know just one (or two, or three) other people are watching it at home while they relive the experience, too.