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“How did you get into doing porn?”
I kind of shrug, feeling puzzled. To tell the absolute truth, I hadn’t a clue. I turned over to my boyfriend, and asked if he knew how we started. Another shrug. Although we were incredibly open with each other sexually, and we’d only started letting the world into our bedroom a mere week earlier, neither could say how it happened. It just sort of did. Our biggest kink was knowing people were watching us fuck. We squealed as our video views hit 10,000, then 20,000, eagerly awaiting the next milestone.
“You know 20,000 people have gotten off watching us,” he said with a smile as I return the smirk. Hot. We were far from porn stars, but our amateur couple porn was well on its way. We were going to do this right. We were determined.
This, however, was not always our lives. Before meeting my man, I was on a massive journey of self-discovery. I’d left home without a dime and decided to travel for as long as I saw fit. Armed with a ton of credit card debt, and not a clue how one lives a nomadic existence, I popped on over to Australia. I had to get a job, and bloody well quick.
As I walked into what seemed like an ordinary bar to drop of my resume one Saturday morning, I felt puzzled. The bar was empty but for the manager and the bartender, who oddly enough wore nothing but her bra and underwear. “It is pretty hot out,” I thought to myself, “but I don’t know that I’d strip down at work because of it.” Shrug. I don’t judge others. Let the girl stock the beer half naked.
Approaching the manager in a most professional manner, I handed over my resume asking if there were any jobs available. “Only for skimpies,” she replied monotonously. “What’s a skimpy?” She pointed at the girl stocking the beer fridge. I paused. Wait a minute. You’re telling me there’s a job in Australia where girls dress in lingerie to bartend, and get paid heaps more for wearing no less than a bikini? Count. Me. In. Besides, I always loved getting dolled up when I dressed down.
The first day was terrifying, as I went to the backroom and took off my clothes. I really had to go out there and serve customers… almost naked? Oh. My. Fucking. God. Of course, as soon as I began I felt comfortable. Who cared if people were objectifying me? I was in a safe environment. Why not let some people enjoy the human body? Though the pay was definitely nothing to scoff at, I loved it most for how sexy it made me feel.
Fast forward a couple of years into my travels, placing me in a small town which boasted being the only legal nude beach in all of Mexico. While I’d gone topless in public before, full on naked? Are you fucking k**ding me? That terrified me. As is my adventurous nature, however, I simply had to do it in this odd environment that was reminiscent of the hippie days of the sixties.
Slowly but surely, I was becoming more and more comfortable and open with my body. It wasn’t long before I was posting photos on social media of myself completely naked, ever so slightly covering myself up so that the social media gods didn’t tear down my precious pieces of art.
On my travel blog, I promoted nudity, and that it didn’t have to be seen as sexual. It’s nothing but the human body. We may come in all shapes, sizes, and colors, but what’s under our clothes is really all the same when it comes down to it. Nudity is not a crime. Except, you know, that it usually is.
A couple of years later I was invited to a most unusual campground to write a review. As I approached goosebumps rose across my arms. You see, this place was for swingers, nudists, exhibitionists, BDSM, whatever. Though I liked being publicly nude on occasion, I was none of these things. Or so I thought.
As time went on and I spent more time at the campground, I became completely comfortable with my own body and those of others. To me, the ability to get naked with a group of people demonstrated confidence, and this very confidence made people sexy. Still, I didn’t tick any of the boxes the campground was set up for. No, I was just open minded and enjoyed meeting new people. Girl giving a blow job to six men at once a few feet from me? No big deal. Rough sex happening on the couch next to me? I carried on a conversation as I sipped on my beer. None of it phased me one bit. I continued doing my thing – being naked occasionally and nothing more – and everyone else did theirs.
There were a few times, however, that I pondered how it might be fun to have sex somewhere that people could stumble upon me. I pushed the thought out of my mind. Nah, I’m just dreaming. I wouldn’t like it at all in reality. I wasn’t an exhibitionist. Ha!
Yet here I sit, writing an article for xHamster, having already posted a dozen or so videos in my and my boyfriend’s two weeks on the site. I’ve already told friends excitedly about our new endeavor. And while the money has only begun to roll in, we’re well on our way. Something had changed within me in my five years traveling. I had evolved in a most strange yet exciting way; I had become 100% comfortable with my body and my sexuality, step my step. I mean, five years ago – before being a skimpy, prior to wandering down a Mexican beach wearing nothing, and certainly not having yet seen people having sex right in front of me – I would never have dreamed I’d be displaying my sexuality to the world. In fact, I would have considered it dirty and wrong.
Not the case anymore. Over my evolution during my travels I not only became completely comfortable with nudity, mine or someone else’s, but with my own sexuality. It’s no wonder that – no matter how exactly it happened – my boyfriend and I felt open to speak of our kinks. One of which was – fortunately for all of you watching – knowing people got to see inside of our bedroom. Even having the camera on and watching our own porn afterwards turned us on immensely, not that we could ever get through a video without getting back to it.
Who knows exactly what triggered us to hit the model sign up button, to turn on that camera for the first time, and finally to upload our first video. What I know is this: the human body and sexuality are perfectly normal things. We all have them, we all do it. There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of by showing others what is underneath your clothes, nor talking (or looking) openly at sex.
So watch on or film on, because we’re all at it anyways. The shame game is over. Embrace your body. Embrace your sexuality. Embrace yourself – whatever your kinks may be.
I kind of shrug, feeling puzzled. To tell the absolute truth, I hadn’t a clue. I turned over to my boyfriend, and asked if he knew how we started. Another shrug. Although we were incredibly open with each other sexually, and we’d only started letting the world into our bedroom a mere week earlier, neither could say how it happened. It just sort of did. Our biggest kink was knowing people were watching us fuck. We squealed as our video views hit 10,000, then 20,000, eagerly awaiting the next milestone.
“You know 20,000 people have gotten off watching us,” he said with a smile as I return the smirk. Hot. We were far from porn stars, but our amateur couple porn was well on its way. We were going to do this right. We were determined.
This, however, was not always our lives. Before meeting my man, I was on a massive journey of self-discovery. I’d left home without a dime and decided to travel for as long as I saw fit. Armed with a ton of credit card debt, and not a clue how one lives a nomadic existence, I popped on over to Australia. I had to get a job, and bloody well quick.
As I walked into what seemed like an ordinary bar to drop of my resume one Saturday morning, I felt puzzled. The bar was empty but for the manager and the bartender, who oddly enough wore nothing but her bra and underwear. “It is pretty hot out,” I thought to myself, “but I don’t know that I’d strip down at work because of it.” Shrug. I don’t judge others. Let the girl stock the beer half naked.
Approaching the manager in a most professional manner, I handed over my resume asking if there were any jobs available. “Only for skimpies,” she replied monotonously. “What’s a skimpy?” She pointed at the girl stocking the beer fridge. I paused. Wait a minute. You’re telling me there’s a job in Australia where girls dress in lingerie to bartend, and get paid heaps more for wearing no less than a bikini? Count. Me. In. Besides, I always loved getting dolled up when I dressed down.
The first day was terrifying, as I went to the backroom and took off my clothes. I really had to go out there and serve customers… almost naked? Oh. My. Fucking. God. Of course, as soon as I began I felt comfortable. Who cared if people were objectifying me? I was in a safe environment. Why not let some people enjoy the human body? Though the pay was definitely nothing to scoff at, I loved it most for how sexy it made me feel.
Fast forward a couple of years into my travels, placing me in a small town which boasted being the only legal nude beach in all of Mexico. While I’d gone topless in public before, full on naked? Are you fucking k**ding me? That terrified me. As is my adventurous nature, however, I simply had to do it in this odd environment that was reminiscent of the hippie days of the sixties.
Slowly but surely, I was becoming more and more comfortable and open with my body. It wasn’t long before I was posting photos on social media of myself completely naked, ever so slightly covering myself up so that the social media gods didn’t tear down my precious pieces of art.
On my travel blog, I promoted nudity, and that it didn’t have to be seen as sexual. It’s nothing but the human body. We may come in all shapes, sizes, and colors, but what’s under our clothes is really all the same when it comes down to it. Nudity is not a crime. Except, you know, that it usually is.
A couple of years later I was invited to a most unusual campground to write a review. As I approached goosebumps rose across my arms. You see, this place was for swingers, nudists, exhibitionists, BDSM, whatever. Though I liked being publicly nude on occasion, I was none of these things. Or so I thought.
As time went on and I spent more time at the campground, I became completely comfortable with my own body and those of others. To me, the ability to get naked with a group of people demonstrated confidence, and this very confidence made people sexy. Still, I didn’t tick any of the boxes the campground was set up for. No, I was just open minded and enjoyed meeting new people. Girl giving a blow job to six men at once a few feet from me? No big deal. Rough sex happening on the couch next to me? I carried on a conversation as I sipped on my beer. None of it phased me one bit. I continued doing my thing – being naked occasionally and nothing more – and everyone else did theirs.
There were a few times, however, that I pondered how it might be fun to have sex somewhere that people could stumble upon me. I pushed the thought out of my mind. Nah, I’m just dreaming. I wouldn’t like it at all in reality. I wasn’t an exhibitionist. Ha!
Yet here I sit, writing an article for xHamster, having already posted a dozen or so videos in my and my boyfriend’s two weeks on the site. I’ve already told friends excitedly about our new endeavor. And while the money has only begun to roll in, we’re well on our way. Something had changed within me in my five years traveling. I had evolved in a most strange yet exciting way; I had become 100% comfortable with my body and my sexuality, step my step. I mean, five years ago – before being a skimpy, prior to wandering down a Mexican beach wearing nothing, and certainly not having yet seen people having sex right in front of me – I would never have dreamed I’d be displaying my sexuality to the world. In fact, I would have considered it dirty and wrong.
Not the case anymore. Over my evolution during my travels I not only became completely comfortable with nudity, mine or someone else’s, but with my own sexuality. It’s no wonder that – no matter how exactly it happened – my boyfriend and I felt open to speak of our kinks. One of which was – fortunately for all of you watching – knowing people got to see inside of our bedroom. Even having the camera on and watching our own porn afterwards turned us on immensely, not that we could ever get through a video without getting back to it.
Who knows exactly what triggered us to hit the model sign up button, to turn on that camera for the first time, and finally to upload our first video. What I know is this: the human body and sexuality are perfectly normal things. We all have them, we all do it. There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of by showing others what is underneath your clothes, nor talking (or looking) openly at sex.
So watch on or film on, because we’re all at it anyways. The shame game is over. Embrace your body. Embrace your sexuality. Embrace yourself – whatever your kinks may be.
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