The Cutting Room Floor
Erotica isn’t always glamourous, nor should it be. Sometimes it’s in the here and now, in our daily mundane tasks. Now, I wouldn’t say that editing your own porn is necessarily unerotic, but it’s a big part of what we do, so the sheen of sensuality when I see our bodies writhing together onscreen as I pass by your computer with a cup of tea… Well, let’s just say that it happens enough that the skin can all blur together. There’s nothing wrong with that, though. We’d get nothing accomplished if every moment of the pornographic process whipped us into a frenzy.
That said, there are times when I’ll look over to see what you’re up to and a glint of some special spark between us will catch my eye. Maybe it’s a flick of my tongue or a flash in my eyes when I look up at you, but there’s that little something that piques my interest and I find myself turning around to face you, my legs ever so slightly parted, almost involuntarily. You have no idea, as you’re so focused on getting the right moments to sync up with the music, but my hands start to wander ever so slightly as I remember how I felt when we shot that scene.
My eyes close for a moment, focusing in on my sense memories… I’m able to feel the way the heat spread across my cheeks, flushing from arousal. I remember starting to feel slippery wet by the time you were fully hard. My legs squeezed together as I took you deep in my throat, feeling the way I swell at the sensation of your swelling. Your thickness expanding in my throat. The moment where I closed my eyes and my lips hit your pubic bone, knowing that you couldn’t possibly be any deeper… It’s a kind of perfect that comes not from practice or skill, but from the type of intimacy that shuts everything else out.
Opening my eyes, I see that you’re still there, clicking away and in your own world. Though I’m happy to see you so involved and into your work, gone is the time for passivity. I find myself slinking out of my chair, crawling over to you and snaking my hands up your legs. Your surprise isn’t feigned, but it isn’t one of shock either. You know I love a good blowjob. As I take down your pants and my lips start to explore the crease where your leg meets your balls, you’re already starting to wriggle for me. I love seeing that you’re already fairly hard… Even in the intense focus of editing, you can’t help but recall your own sensations.
My lips part, sucking you down deep, but I have no need to think about the angle or my hair falling in my face. Sometimes it’s nice to not have any cameras trained on us, just in the moment. This one is just between you and me and the cutting room floor.
My name is Camille Crimson and I’m a full time erotic model and webmaster. I make a living from my websites, called The Art of Blowjob and Slow Motion Blowjob. I spend my days doing gorgeous, entertaining and arousing photo and video shoots and talking with all the people who believe in beautiful porn. Basically, I deal with the subversive yet natural subject that we all love: sex. As you have probably noticed, I’m a pretty pale redhead with big green eyes and a penchant for giving blow jobs and lingerie. I’m a lot more than that, though…