SEX TAPES

I spent the last couple of days watching myself in my own porno flick.
Yes folks, there are tapes, a lot of them. And I can’t stop watching them. I can’t get enough. What I see is amazing. I love to watch myself.

Where did these tapes come from?

Let me back up:

Few years ago when I broke up with C, he hired a private detective to follow me. And I was caught in a lot of compromising positions with the amazing fellow that I was dating at the time, K. There is still a very soft spot inside me for him. Here’s one guy I really wish that I could’ve loved a bit longer. I have a lot of kisses left for him. He's one of the few men in my past whose bed I would crawl back into if I were the kind of woman who crawls back into bed with old lovers.

Anyway…K and I had a passionate, passionate love affair. I was mourning over C when I met him, but it didn’t take long for him to lit his own fire and claim his place in my heart. I could not get enough of this man. We fucked wherever we went. We were risky and bold and playful.

He made me cook for him even though I protested. It’s a crime what I did to the food. I burned his potatoes to shame. But he ate it as if it was the best meal he’d ever had. I watched him eating. He said he liked it because I cooked it. That’s when I started falling for him.

I took every opportunity to fuck him, and we did it everywhere.

We would be driving somewhere and I would seduce him into pulling over takign advantage of me. We did “it” in movie theatres, at public functions. We did it on his balcony in broad daylight and beneath starry skies at nights. The thought of getting caught and being watched excited us.

I knew what I wanted and he gave it to me. He knew how to slam me up against a wall, throw me on the floor, rip my clothes off and give me good hard fuck. He didn’t ask for it. He knew not to.

And because he excited me so much and because he treated me so roughly, and because he was so good at making a slut out of me, I could not get enough of him.

Little did we know that we were being filmed. And I still can’t figure out how C’s private detective came by some of the footage he took of us because we were in K’s bedroom.

I knew that the tapes existed because “C” told me when he returned from Iraq crazed out of his mind, that he was going to destroy me. And part of his plan was to paste me all over the Internet, the star of my own porn flicks.

I was horrified at first. But I soon got over it. And told him that I didn’t give a shit. I called his bluff. The last thing C wanted was for anyone to see these tapes. I was the mother of his child and the woman he professed to love. Part of his craziness was watching me getting fucked by someone else.

“You let him fuck you, the way you let me fuck you,” he screamed. You sucked his cock. You let him fuck you in the ass. You kissed him!” For months he ranted and raved. He went to K’s house and fought with him and threatened him.

He broke up my amazing love affair with K.

Damn him.

So how is it that I now have these tapes?

C stays over sometimes. He comes to me whenever he’s sad. He sits around. We talk about things. He tells me about his plans. They make no sense to me. I usually have a lot of questions. It seems that whenever he’s not feeling well, he finds me. I think in a way C sees me as his safety net. And now that I know he’s not well, I don’t turn him away. I give him a blanket and pillow and offer him my couch.

We’re friends now. And I’m glad. We’ve been through so much. We’ve done so much crap to each other that it breaks my heart. But we still have a lifetime together, and so this is a relationship that I value and will continue to keep working at, I have no intention of ever falling back in bed with him, but I plan on being there for him.

One night he came up to my bedroom while I was sleeping. “Kitten,” I heard him say. I opened my eyes and there he was standing above me with a look on his face I’d come to recognize, fear, dread, vulnerable. “I need to go to the emergency room,” he said. There was that horrible slur in his voice. I jumped up and pulled on the pair of jeans I’d kicked off before bed. And we grabbed up little C who was in bed with me and headed for the emergency room. It was about 2:30 am.

Little C and I sat in the hospital room with him until he was released 3 hours later after the doctors had gotten the symptoms under control. I took him back to my place and told him that he could rest there for the day.

The next day, C brought me the box of sex tapes that he’s been holding onto to use against me.

And I couldn’t believe the footage that he had. And that’s what I’ve been watching for the past few days…I’ve been watching myself devouring K, my body, small and lithe writhing all over his cock. My lips wrapped around his cock. And there was so much enjoyment in the way I fucked this man. There was no doubt that I had feelings for him, and that we’d connected on a really deep level. My body was soooooo hungry for him. It’s been difficult pulling my eyes from the image on the screen, from K owning my body, and the way I lifted my pelvis and gives myself to him.

It’s been difficult tearing my eyes from the way he moves inside me. And I get wet and horny and hurt with need.

I can’t take my eyes from his head wedged between my legs as he devours my little pussy while I thrash about in pleasure and pushes his head deeper into me begging for more.

The way he kisses me from head to toe, left me longing for him.

Yes, if I were the kind of woman who goes crawling back into a man’s bed, these tapes would’ve sent me running back.

K has kissed me in places that no other man has kissed me, the back of my ears, the spaces between my toes, the back of my knees, my elbows, my calves. He doesn’t just suck my toes. He kisses the sole of my feet.

And when I get love, I give love. I have kissed everywhere on this man.

C had gotten an eye full when he came back. I don’t think he’d counted on seeing what he saw, or was prepared for it.

I’d made love to him with the same wild abandonment.

The real question now is what to do with these tapes. I can’t bring myself to destroy them—not just yet. It is a beautiful and amazing expression of my sexuality.

I also know that I cannot afford to keep them because if I do, there’s also the chance of discovery. But for now, I'm going to sit back and enjoy.

Comments

[Crypto]

Convert from VHS to DVD and lock them away in safety deposit box.

[Batius]

Yeah, Crypto has the right idea... If you need any help with that, just send them to me and I'll send back the DVDs ;-)

[:::delightful:::]

keep your three favorites and destroy the rest

[Zeezy4Sheezy]

too bad u aren't famous.. u could have made a fortune!!

[Funky Brewster]

Personally, I've never been photographed or filmed (that I know of..) However, I do enjoy doing it in public places with the risk of being seen--Ive never been one of those who likes to watch other--but I would love to BE watched-- I think U should keep the tapes until U reach another peak in your sexuality-- something that U feel is more passionate/special/breath-taking than the heights that K was able to bring U to-- at that point getting rid of the tapes wont seem so hard to do....

[JaG]

I can only watch my own tapes with my boyfriend. Seeing how hot it makes him turns me on. When I watch them alone I just feel really akward.

[Kat]

Darling? It's about time for a new post. :p

Oh, wait. You must still be watching the tapes. ;)

[Mighty Dyckerson]

I'll be happy to take those tapes off your hands, Kitty...

[Introspectre]

Whoa....hot!

[Felix Jones]

I wonder what the production values are like. Is it difficult to position the camera for a good shot? I imagine it won't look like porn. Do you just stick the camera in the best place possible and hope it comes out? I'm really curious here.

[Jojo]

Miss you Kitten. Please write. Hope you're alright. Hope C is too. Best wishes.

[CniTall]

Your passion runs deep for K. But before you consider crawling back into bed with him, consider this:

There is no question that your physical intimacy for K is tight; but is there a chance for more out of this for Kitten? This should help you decide.

As far as the tapes, the passion that you have had for K is uniquely yours...No tape can do justice to what your mind can. Get rid of them to avoid heartache in your future love. Afterall, who says K would like those tapes out there...

Oh yeah, regarding crawling back into bed...

Pride does not keep you warn at night. Don't let your mind trump your heart. Life is too short for that.

CniTall

[sn]

ok...ummm...gettin' a little worried here....

[Seeking Love]

Where is she... mmm???

[gary]

The secret Kitten sex tapes!
Boy, am I out of the loop these days.

[gary]

SK PRODUCTION INC
in cooperation
with
BAD KITTY FILMS
presents
a
secret
film epic
DIARY OF A SEXYKITTEN