Only You

Only you have convinced me to shake things up with creating content. Before you, I’ve only felt safe to make content with me, myself, and I. This isn’t just as a means of safety but as a means of just having the control over everything I create for my brand. Any time another person is brought in everything changes. The profits have to be split, there has to be shared credit, everything just gets shaken up in a way I don’t always like but know I have to accept if I want to reach more subscribers.

When you walk in you’re wearing a black t-shirt and red basketball shorts. I can see the defined muscles through your shirt, and I can see your legs are nice and strong, all no doubt from a very strict fitness regimen. I already know by looking at you that I’m in for a very physical day. I’m glad I hit the gym this morning before the shoot.

“Where do you need me?” You ask.

I smile.

“Well I’ve already got the camera going so why don’t you just take off your clothes where the camera can see you.” I say.

You smile at me then take the few steps towards my phone, which is mounted up for a full few of the bed and you as you take off your clothes. I don’t have to be close to you to know you smell good. I don’t have to touch your skin to know you have soft skin that you no doubt take care of daily. Just from where I’m standing, from where I’m watching you, I’m able to take in everything. The entire time you take off each article of clothing you have you eyes on me. I don’t take my eyes off you. While you take your time taking off your clothes I feel myself already feeling that arousal that is only inevitable when I’m looking at a beautiful person standing naked in my bedroom.

You’re already rock hard when you take off your pants.

I get to my knees, starting to pull my hair back in a pony-tail.

You walk over to me and lightly tug me by the hair. “You’re not doing that. I want you to get on. I want to feel you. So bend the fuck over.” You say and then let go of my hair.

For a long moment I can only stare up at you, surprised by this. Most of the men I’ve fucked in my life (never on camera thank god) none of them could ever get hard without me blowing them. With you, I don’t need to do that.

The camera is rolling so I want to get the money shots or as many as I ca so I tend around and bend over. I feel you behind me, but you take your time as you rub your hand over my hands. Then without warning you slap my ass. Hard enough to make me cry out in surprise and as the burn sets into my skin, for my pussy to get really wet. You slap my other cheek, being prepared this time I just moan and lean back my ass more than ready to take more.

You play with my pussy from behind with your fingers. Starting with rubbing my clit in circles with your finger, then slowly moving the finger of your other hand around my vulva, forcing me to moan and relax more and more. We haven’t even begun to fuck yet and it already feels like I’m getting my money’s worth, let alone those who will be watching this later.

Then slowly you plunge your cock into me and I cry out.

I don’t know how long we fuck like this with me bent over on my hands and knees with you holding a handful of my hair, but it’s long enough for me to cry out three times from the force of each orgasm. By the time you pull out and pick me up from the floor I don’t think I can take anymore. But I want to take it. Everything you’ve got, I want to take all of it. And I do take it, this time on my back with you looking into my eyes. Your eyes aren’t the eyes of someone eager for his own orgasm. Your eyes are the eyes of someone more eager for my orgasms, more eager to watch me as I come close, fall back, then come close again. Then finally, I come harder than I’ve ever come in my entire life. We’re wrapped together in each other’s arms as I have this orgasm, an orgasm that brings a wave of shakes to my body. Then shortly after me, you have your orgasm. As you have yours, we finally share a kiss. A hot, deep, and heavy kiss that shares more passion than I think either of us have ever had with anyone else. We both moan at the touch and taste of this kiss.

We rest like this for a moment to catch our breath. Then once you’re hard again you look at me and say: “Get on.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I say.

This makes you smile as you lie back on the bed.

I do as I’m told and get only your cock slowly. Both of us moan again as we connect with a perfect fit. It’s rare to find that perfect fit. The fit that borders on the line of discomfort and the kind of comfort that puts you to sleep. Everything about the way you feel inside of me is just right and I don’t know if I can see myself going without it.

It isn’t long that fucking on top like this with you playing with my clit that I come again and you come with me.

While we lie here panting and sweating I glance over at the clock on the nightstand and see that almost two hours have passed. I stare at the clock in disbelief. How the fuck did we fuck for more than an hour, let alone two hours. Most times when I’ve had sex with anyone I’m lucky if one of us comes in fifteen minutes. But for both of us to enjoy ourselves, for both of us to come, and for it to be long lasting? It just feels unreal. It’s not something I ever thought I would have. Not just in creating my content, but in sex in general.

This is part of how sex work has become easy for me. When I create my I do all the work myself as a Cam girl so I never have to deal with people. Any time I’ve brought in anyone it’s either horrible sex for me, or just time wasted with someone I could have done fine without wasting my time with.

With you though, only you, it’s different. I don’t know why it’s different, especially since we don’t know each other that well at all, but it is different.

You feel the same. I see it in your eyes.

“So what do you think?” You ask. “Do I have a job making more videos with you?”

I turn to look at you and prop my head on one hand to look at you. “Fuck me like that and I think we’ll have a nice booming business here. If it’s what you want.”

You lean in and give me another deep and passionate kiss.

“I think I’d like to do more than just fuck you. Maybe even make love to you once in a while.” You say.

I can only smile and feel warmth at these words. Not just for the sweetness of the words, but for the truth that you are the one person who has treated me with respect, that you are the one person out of a sea of sex partners who has ever wanted to make love to me. You make love to me and you enjoy it. As we become entangled with each other for a third time, it isn’t just fucking, it’s love making. Locked in a kiss as we make love, we’re creating more than just pornographic content. We’re making the beginning of our history, and I have no interest in stopping it now.