Źoja, Januvari 22, 2009

Much apologies. I should be writing things on time but I have been assaulted with the lazies as of late. But the pornie shoot in San Francisco went as well as it could have with all things considered. I did not get much sleep the night beforehand and so I was exhausted once I made it to the location. But a little exhaustion never hurt a pornie shoot before so I was not all that concerned, at least until I discovered that I had left behind all of the makeup and such which I had been planning on bringing to the shoot. Bright light and digital recording and no makeup? I was not pleased and I began to picture just how bad my skin would look on camera. I was still determined to performin in the film of course - lack of makeup cannot be helped - and the shoot itself turned out to be a whole lot of fun. In fact the natural look might have helped with the overall theme of the project.

I was the first to arrive of course. I tend to arrive earlier than planned when heading to a work situation. It is just good sense. I waited around for the director and the camera person and once they arrived we set about preparing the space. It was this wonderful open warehouse space filled with all sorts of lewd paintings and odd pieces of furniture. For sure one of those artistic spaces that are so prevalent in cities like San Francisco and often dominated with sex positive queermos and other radical folk. During the setup the older gentleman who owned or managed the space remarked that I must have been the technical help and I figure that he made the assumption based on how I was dressed. Carhartt pants that I have owned for too long along with a fitted beater shirt and boots. It is the standard uniform when I am out and about in the world. I was amused with the assumption and did not bother to correct him.

Not long thereafter the other model arrived. It had been a few years since I had seen her - not since this one medical conference which I used to attend - but she still looked fantastic and beautiful and all of that. She and I reacquainted ourselves with on another and then set about discussing the pretense of the scene. I admit that I had few ideas concerning the actual pretenses. I am not so creative when it comes to producing realistic reasons for pornographic stories after all. But after some discussion we decided to go meta with the whole thing and use the real pretense for the fictional pretense. She and I performed as ourselves getting together to film a scene for the project after not having seen each other for quite some time. It worked out well.

The actual fucking was amazing as well, and for the first time in a long time I was left wondering if I had not done as good a job as the other person had. She took me by storm for certain. I was flipped around and thrown about and fucked real hard in general. Never mind the fact that she was the first person in a long time to make full use of my natural flexibilities and all of that. It was an excellent time and once the two of us got around to the business of me fucking her I must admit that I was not as creative as she was. In fact all that I did was go down on her for awhile before indulging in some manual stimulation. This is fine of course as I am best at fucking girls with my hands and it is the sort of fucking at which I excell but it was somewhat traditional I suppose, aside from the blood. There was so much blood once she started to climax and for a brief moment I thought that I was injuring her in some significant fashion. I paused and asked if she was alright but she just murmued and smiled and so I kept on going as though nothing were off at all.

For those who are not following the details of this project: she and I are both trans and therefore neither of us are supposed to bleed from between our legs. If blood is produced it is often a sign that something has gone wrong. But she was into it as far as I could tell and so I pressed onward whilst the camera person and I traded concerned looks while keeping our somewhat enthralled surprise unconcealed. I was flipped to the ground after awhile and I had no choice but to wipe the blood from my hand onto her backside and after a several moments of continued fucking we paused and wiped down and checked in. Turns out she was not injured at all and so the concern was abandoned and the sexual appeal of blood was discussed. I for one love bloodshed in a sexual context and I think it must have been all that I could talk about for quite awhile afterward. But once all that was done we retired to an apartment and shared some curried chicken, exchanging our farewells as the blonde and bloodied scene partner left for the beach and I left for an exhausting drive back down toward Los Angeles and the world of men. I had another pornie shoot to show up for the next afternoon after all.