And then suddenly a sex tape pops up!

Recently I was in a group where the question was asked if there were any sex tapes of us. Everyone here shakes their head. “Spider!?”asks one. “Definitely needy!”, says the other. The third poses a counter-question: “Who wants to watch themselves fuck!?”

I look down. Pretend to tie my laces. Look out the window. Purse my lips as if I’m about to whistle an innocent tune.

Be silent.

“Emma? No, isn’t it?”, says the friend to my right. All eyes are on me. Everyone laughs. I laugh with you. Damn it. To break taboos, I think and say there was something. Years ago. blah blah

The story is true. The cam, logically, filmed Sandro and me in – attention – hardcore action. That must have been at least ten years ago. The tape was then made on a whim.

I said beforehand that I never wanted to see the result. And above all never hear. Sandro swore to me that the tape will remain in his possession forever and that no one but him will ever see it.

I believe him And never thought of it again. Until I just found myself in this group again.

After the group of friends I sleep with Sandro. I ask him if the tape is still there. Is there. He put it together great. Always been a reliable deduction template.

I smile. He too.

Then I outdo myself and I’m ready. I’m ready to hear myself moan and watch my breasts rock sub-optimally as Sandro took me from behind.

He browses through some folders. Then he really has to go. And then he quickly wants to smoke a cigarette. I have to open the movie. It means so and so.

Then Sandro is gone. And me alone with our porno. I think and I’m wrong.

The film I open is indeed a sex tape. But not ours. Or rather not mine. Here Sandro fucks another.

I get shivers down my spine.

The other is hot. Blond. Big. Very nice breasts. Sex goddess style, what she delivers.

I look at the date. The sex tape was made a few weeks before Sandro and I got together.

94654964956 Thoughts and feelings race through my body.

am I ugly Disappointed? Shocked? disgusted? Surprised? Jealous?

Jealous it is.

Now Sandro stands in the door frame and grins. “Amazing, right?”he says. “It goes well”, I agree with that. Only now do I see something that is not intended for my eyes.

“Oops”he says.

“Oops is good”I say.

“How bad?”he asks.

“A Little Full”, I say. He says he understands and he’s sorry I saw that. He just forgot to remove the film.

Then he tells me that he made a few more after our movie because he was addicted and how much it turned him on. He always just removed the others. What I saw is some kind of accident. For whom he feels very sorry.

Now he wants to hug me.

I need a moment. I can’t say exactly why. It also bugs me that it happened so shortly before we got together. Sandro reminds me that I slept with other people at the same time and that’s okay. We always liked that. We even told each other about it.

That’s correct.

But it’s different when you see it.

I’m weird for three days. Resentful, jealous, pissed off, not relaxed. But most of all I get mad at myself. Because I always thought I was incredibly easy, tolerant, open, blabla… And that I’m DEFINITELY NOT jealous.

Haha.

On the fourth day, I go out in the evening. And come to Sandro with an easy seat. He’s already asleep. I wake him up. Because I’m ready for our movie now.

He takes the laptop. We sit on his bed. I’m very nervous.

Then it starts. Smooth at first. A little cuddling, a little tinkering. Then it’s zagg-zagg. And I see how I moan.

It’s very loud and very ambitious and very… embarrassing! I laugh out loud. not Sandra. He’s busy. With his latte.

On the other hand, I don’t know if I’ll ever want sex again. Now that I know how I sound, maybe it’s better if I don’t. And that with the breasts. Friends, no shit. Not good.

And then I witness my orgasmic face. Up close. I’ve seen enough. Sandro beams and wants to make love. I pull the covers over my head and want to erase those last few minutes from my life forever.

Ctrl, Alt + Delete. Please

So that I am not alone with my orgasm face, I would be very happy if you tell me your orgasm face stories. And if you don’t have one, you need to point the camera at yourself NOW. And then press the keys.

Da-aaaaaa-aaaaahhhhh-hhhhhhhhaaaaa-nke.

PS: Bruno, if you really read these lines to the end, shut up forever. And in any case, don’t tell Mom.

PS 2: You are a very nice/annoying dad.