Now Might Be A Good Time to Make Home Made Porn
Keeping life interesting during a global pandemic
I hesitated to write this post for fear of what people would think of me, then my niece reminded me that people need content right now.
According to The New York Times:
In a matter of days, millions of Americans have been asked to do what might have been unthinkable only a week or two ago: Don’t go to work, don’t go to school, don’t leave the house at all, unless you have to.
The directives to keep people at home to stunt the spread of the coronavirus began in California, and have quickly been adopted across the country. By Tuesday, more than a dozen states had called on their residents to stay at home as much as possible, with many cities and counties joining in.
This means at least 167 million people in 17 states, 18 counties and 10 cities are being urged to stay home.
But humans are social animals. We enjoy each other’s company. We like to talk to each other, hug, kiss, date, have sex, dance, sing, listen to music, eat together and do more than sit home with only our immediate family members around the clock.
The restrictions generally allow us to leave our homes for outdoor exercise and to travel for necessary supplies such as food and medicine.
We can finally do all the things we always wish we had time for, and it’s hard to get motivated and stay focused. Too much news. Too much stress. Things change dramatically every day.
I believe there is such a thing as too much togetherness. We are starting to get on each other’s nerves.
So it’s important to do things at home we enjoy. Having visitors is not recommended.
I wouldn’t even let my boyfriend come over during the weekend. No sex.
In trying to maintain connections, technology has been invaluable. I have a sex friend who has been pressuring me to come over. But I wont.
I could say we’ve been having digital foreplay. You know. The pictures. The innuendo.
My friend seems to have a more relaxed attitude about social distancing than I do. Plus, he’s a man and he’s horny.
The texts and the photos flew back and forth for a few days. It was tempting to actually get together. I’m trying very hard to ride out this storm safely at home. I’m fortunate to be able to do so.
I sat at my desk writing yesterday. Focused. I am human and was pulled in different directions. I checked my phone.
I wasn’t expecting anything in particular from Pete. But, there it was. A 13 second video message.
He was standing next to the bed we have sex on, with a towel wrapped around his waist. He recorded his reflection in the floor to ceiling mirrors on the wall.
In a well timed, stultified script he had written himself, he said, “Hey, what’s up? I just got out of the shower.”
“Oops. My towel. Fell.”
“Come over and pick it up.”
Then he waved his dick at me.
It was like a short clip from a porn movie.
It was a really nice surprise as a distraction. I politely thanked him for the video. I maintained my position of not going near anyone.
We continued texting as the night went on. At around 10:30 PM I sent him a picture of a sex toy. He asked me to make a video.
I sent the most literally lame video of the toy but not one showing its intended use. I say literally lame because that’s what I am. I had a stroke 21 years ago and only have the use of one hand.
I told him I might have to work on making better videos. I certainly have time.
I’m not sure if I will, but it would be a way to keep life interesting until we are free again.
