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The chemistry was there, things felt playful and hot. Blath had also never worn or used a strap on and Valentine definitely wanted to give them that experience. We have a playful romp while their partner Chris films us.

It was a wonderful experience. This little memory will linger on. We're members of a community nonprofit dungeon. The club hosts workshops, discussion groups and most of all, lots of play parties. The rules are strict for everyone's safety; if this were a club event, we couldn't engage in breath play note: There's a large, communal playroom, but all of the smaller rooms require sign-ups during parties.

This room is the exception; it can host multiple scenes at once, but still only the players in them. All play room doors remain open so people can watch from the hallway -- and as you know, we love an audience. On this occasion, we have the club to ourselves: It has been a little while since seeing each other last, and since it has also been a little while since we have shared with you lovely people here, we figured it was a perfect time to share some passionate moments.

As always, we hope you enjoy watching our videos just as much as we enjoyed making them. Yours truly, KaraMia and Lux. Midlife Metime' begins with Doris interviewing Don about his sex life, about the central part that masturbation occupies in it, about how exploratory you can get and why this is good. This compilation about masturbation continues with Don's sensual moments of anal masturbation, where one should take his time, and be more generous with post processing cuts.

The camera jumps to catch Doris consuming a couple of her metime moments. Then we return to Don's meditating moments. Don't miss the surprising spurts! Talk, share and show your metime moments! After a long day of celebrating the 4th with friends and flirting with each other all day.

We decided to kiss and just cuddle, but things got heated and we turned on the camera. We just got back from a wonderful vacation for Kimberly's birthday. We had a great time eating all the foods at the Minnesota State Fair. Kimberly was about to head out on another trip, but we enjoyed some time on the couch before she left.

This was a tough one for me to even consider filming. It was a huge first step in offering personal vulnerabilities in filming a solo video. It's one thing to film with your lover, but it's another thing to film solo. All the attention would be on me. With an overarching sense of nervousness, it was mentally hard to get things So I started going through some sexy moment's in my head.

Memories that get me going, and the shyness went away, and the pleasure started. Enjoy my mental game. I had no idea how relaxing and pleasurable it is to lay by the pool and touch myself. Took a little break by the pool for some metime. We are in a polyamorous relationship. We hadn't seen each other all week. We were getting ready for a wedding and only had half an hour to spare -- so we made the most of it. We were both so hot for each other it didn't matter that we were short of time.

It was a very satisfying half hour. Rather than just do a straight self-love session for this month's theme, we evolved it into a pair of companion pieces featuring enchanted masturbation.

Terrible portmanteau but still we dug the idea. We can't recommend this enough, it was beautiful to be on both sides of the paradigm. I'm home and I finally have some time for myself after a pretty busy summer. I play with a gorgeous dildo that I received for my birthday last month. I usually don't use a lot my toys internally but this one has this awesome curve that gets just the right spot It's my new favorite!

I hope you'll have as much fun as I did! We had a free minute and thought we would have a quickie - it wasn't. Capped the night off with nice anal love. First Sight… Know that feeling. When your eyes meet across a crowded room? The Longing… What about when you have no idea who you are looking at?

We took our exploration to his place. I put myself at his mercy …. Let him explore by body that night. I explored his the next morning. Laissez le bon temps rouler Our first night together. Before we were MakeLoveNotPornstars we used to bring out the cameras for "special occasion" sex.

That often meant pegging. This was a Saturday night. He loves editing the movies and getting lots of camera angles. For this video we have re-edited it very lightly to preserve the real world sex that it is. We're both much more comfortable in front of the camera in this video. He started off wearing a butt plug to warm himself up.

After she pegs him, they end up in the missionary position. After he finishes, he heads south to give her some delicious head. We got out of the shower and started playing and having vanilla sex. We had a kid-free day at home and had been playing around all day and I wanted to "put on a show" as we call it for my husband. I wanted to show him how I play when I really take my time and enjoy masturbation and we decided to record it and share it with you so my husband he's a photographer set up a couple of cameras and recorded it all.

In this scene, she is the dominant and ties me up, puts on my headphones and blindfolds me, creating a sensory deprivation bondage scene. She teases and drives me wild until she decides to turn on the fucking machine so it pegs me while she rides cowgirl style. A truly mindblowing night. The audio was terrible so we decided to use the same song that was playing on repeat in my headphones the whole time.

We've been trying to address differences in our levels of desire. One strategy is using podcasts as a way to keep thoughts of sex on our minds. It was in one of these podcasts that we first learned about MLNP's existence! We'd already talked about how it may be fun to record ourselves "someday" but this moved our timeline up a bit. We recorded this video on our 2nd anniversary!

We hope you enjoy our MLNP debut! You can listen to the podcast that inspired us, here: In our never ending joyful search for different backdrops and surfaces to do naughty pleasurable things upon, we found ourselves at this beautiful secret DIY skatepark overlooking the Victoria lakefront. The air was crisp first thing in the morning, we warmed each other up quite nicely while rush hour traffic on the bridge above us made their way to work, then went downtown to sample some nice resinous IPAs and feed the peacocks in Beacon Hill Park.

Nice little Friday morn. As well as making me happy, knowing that others can feel part of the fun of my video-diaries, it also brings back wonderful memories of those special moments! Looking back, this is where it began. I had the courage to ask for what I wanted in bed, and my wife was happy to oblige. I had been exploring anal play on my own. Then my wife started using fingers and toys on me. I FinalIy bought the pegging beginner's kit and plucked up the courage to ask my wife to peg me.

I've seen so many videos pretending to be "the first time" I thought it would be fun to actually record my first time. I had no idea how intense it was going to be. I think it re-defined how I thought of myself and definitely showed me how pleasurable sex can be. I was 40 years old. Don't wait until you're I was a bit preoccupied with the cameras. We were shooting using two SD cameras onto DV tape and a stills camera that was on a remote trigger.

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I had no idea how relaxing and pleasurable it is to lay by the pool and touch myself. Took a little break by the pool for some metime. We are in a polyamorous relationship. We hadn't seen each other all week. We were getting ready for a wedding and only had half an hour to spare -- so we made the most of it. We were both so hot for each other it didn't matter that we were short of time.

It was a very satisfying half hour. Rather than just do a straight self-love session for this month's theme, we evolved it into a pair of companion pieces featuring enchanted masturbation. Terrible portmanteau but still we dug the idea. We can't recommend this enough, it was beautiful to be on both sides of the paradigm. I'm home and I finally have some time for myself after a pretty busy summer.

I play with a gorgeous dildo that I received for my birthday last month. I usually don't use a lot my toys internally but this one has this awesome curve that gets just the right spot It's my new favorite! I hope you'll have as much fun as I did! We had a free minute and thought we would have a quickie - it wasn't. Capped the night off with nice anal love. First Sight… Know that feeling. When your eyes meet across a crowded room?

The Longing… What about when you have no idea who you are looking at? We took our exploration to his place. I put myself at his mercy …. Let him explore by body that night. I explored his the next morning. Laissez le bon temps rouler Our first night together. Before we were MakeLoveNotPornstars we used to bring out the cameras for "special occasion" sex. That often meant pegging.

This was a Saturday night. He loves editing the movies and getting lots of camera angles. For this video we have re-edited it very lightly to preserve the real world sex that it is.

We're both much more comfortable in front of the camera in this video. He started off wearing a butt plug to warm himself up. After she pegs him, they end up in the missionary position. After he finishes, he heads south to give her some delicious head. We got out of the shower and started playing and having vanilla sex. We had a kid-free day at home and had been playing around all day and I wanted to "put on a show" as we call it for my husband.

I wanted to show him how I play when I really take my time and enjoy masturbation and we decided to record it and share it with you so my husband he's a photographer set up a couple of cameras and recorded it all. In this scene, she is the dominant and ties me up, puts on my headphones and blindfolds me, creating a sensory deprivation bondage scene. She teases and drives me wild until she decides to turn on the fucking machine so it pegs me while she rides cowgirl style.

A truly mindblowing night. The audio was terrible so we decided to use the same song that was playing on repeat in my headphones the whole time. We've been trying to address differences in our levels of desire. One strategy is using podcasts as a way to keep thoughts of sex on our minds. It was in one of these podcasts that we first learned about MLNP's existence! We'd already talked about how it may be fun to record ourselves "someday" but this moved our timeline up a bit.

We recorded this video on our 2nd anniversary! We hope you enjoy our MLNP debut! You can listen to the podcast that inspired us, here: In our never ending joyful search for different backdrops and surfaces to do naughty pleasurable things upon, we found ourselves at this beautiful secret DIY skatepark overlooking the Victoria lakefront. The air was crisp first thing in the morning, we warmed each other up quite nicely while rush hour traffic on the bridge above us made their way to work, then went downtown to sample some nice resinous IPAs and feed the peacocks in Beacon Hill Park.

Nice little Friday morn. As well as making me happy, knowing that others can feel part of the fun of my video-diaries, it also brings back wonderful memories of those special moments! Looking back, this is where it began. I had the courage to ask for what I wanted in bed, and my wife was happy to oblige. I had been exploring anal play on my own. But slowly and sure, it happened. But now, at twenty, my career was already over.

You punch the clock and go to work. A boyfriend can be a nightmare for your career and your emotional health. Traveling to Los Angeles meant flying high and risking getting caught with speed at the airport.

So I started posing only for photographers in Las Vegas. Let the tension out of your face. There were no magazines for guys with fetishes for anorexic meth freaks at the time. I looked down at my hand, and my fingertips were black from all the time spent holding hot cigarette lighters under meth pipes. The only person I hang out with is a fucking Mexican crack whore who calls me mija. I stepped on it. The dial spun and wobbled under the red needle until it stopped on a number. And that number was eighty.

I weighed eighty pounds. It had strings of brittle blond hair that had snapped off at various lengths; eyes recessed deep into the sockets and surrounded by bruised black circles; cheekbones sharp enough to draw blood; and its complexion was sickly cyanotic. The devil was my own reflection. I had made my living with my looks, and now they were gone: All the curves that men paid thousands of dollars just to look at had melted away to reveal a skeleton in rags. You punch the clock and you go to work.

For hours, I rehearsed what I was going to say in my head. They either pretended to be voracious sex kittens or poor wounded birds…. I wanted to hold my own against the pressure and manipulation… Few girls left that studio without looking like bimbos.

And, unlike movie making, I had to get it right or risk national humiliation…. Instantly, the grilling started.

You really are a psycho. Since my marriage to Rod was loveless and sexless, I started seeing Manson on and off. But the more I got to know him, the weirder he became. And he wanted to fuck me in the ass a little too often for my comfort. He waved me over. He was trying to get in their pants; they were trying to get in his pants; and I was confused. But Wesley had no idea I was a porn star.

Either way, I was offended. I looked at him blankly, stood up, and walked away. That was the first and last time I ever saw him. Bruce Willis walked in front of me. Instantly, I felt my chest flush and tingle.

Even though he was wearing a creepy pair of shorts, I was still attracted. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me. After thirty seconds of passionate tonguing, he just walked away without a word…. Willis is waiting for you in his limousine. They just wanted to see some skin. So much for my delusion of actually being respected in the world at large. I still wonder what guys do with them, and how stinky and crusty they get when they remain unwashed in their rooms for so long.

The best way to make money is not with a Broadway-caliber show, but by being enticing and engaging onstage — by making them want to splooge in their pants. I was back in stripper mode. Working in porn will negatively affect your viewpoint of men and sex. Her pussy will have changed from a pleasure center to a cash machine. Wherever I went in the club, I could feel her watching me.

Your career will likely negatively affect your relationship and your relationship will likely negatively affect your career. Some of the bigger loser boyfriends will even hit on other performers. However, dating a male performer is also a kiss of death for most girls. This is borne out by how hard it is for anyone in the industry to have a healthy relationship off camera.

No male is wired to watch his lover having sex with another man on camera, especially if he is better looking, has a bigger dick, and fucks her better. As a male performer you are doomed to be single for the rest of your life…. A guy performs seven to ten scenes per week at least. The number one performers do fifteen scenes per week. And when they do go out, they are like lepers. Whenever we were together, he treated me like a princess. So, as the relationship progressed, it became harder and harder for him to fuck me, because he was caught in a double bind.

It seemed like in order to get pleasure during sex, he had to humiliate the woman; but it was impossible for him to humiliate the woman he loved. I was confident that he loved me and, even better, he allowed me to be in charge.

I learned an important thing about dating: The person who wants the least amount of commitment in a relationship is the one who holds the reins. But, instead, I became just as bad as the men I had dated. I took out all my negative experiences on him Rod and really fucked him up, because I had nothing to lose. By the end of our first month of living together, we were fighting all the time. I would insult every aspect of his masculinity and threaten to leave, because I truly did not need him.

I was still living out unresolved conflicts from my past. He seemed to be taking out all his bad experiences with women on me as well. He had a passive-aggressive way of trying to keep me under control, and that was by playing off my insecurity. It was his way of getting revenge by making me as dependent on him as he was on me. And that pissed me off more than anything, because Preacher had said that word to me when he was raping me.

Hearing it since — no matter who spoke it — sent bubbles of anger boiling to the surface of my skin. It will save you a lot of pain and suffering. Of course, he still had to suffer the consequences. So, somehow, over the course of all this madness, I must have fallen in love with him. And the more I fell in love with him, the more he pulled away and neglected me. Instead of spending time with me when he was home, he would lock himself in his room for days and write scripts.

Some say that work is the enemy of all natural erotic impulses, that it kills off your sexual desires and channels them elsewhere. And this is doubly true when your work is sex. On some level, I wanted to make it work because, professionally, we were a good team. The movies we made were some of my favorites.

So, in a last ditch effort to make the relationship work, we decided to get married. So I immersed myself in planning the wedding of the century. I even bought my own wedding ring. So I booked a room for us that night at the Beverly Hills Hotel.

When we checked in, we said good night and went to sleep. Go ahead and write another mother-fucking script. But it was only a matter of time before it leaked into our professional life. We began to argue over every little thing on the set, which made the entire crew uncomfortable.

One of us would tell the other what to do, and the other would bristle and snap back. Of course, I only had a problem when he was ordering me around, not when anyone else did. He knew how to get me, because the most important thing to me was the way I looked on camera. It soon became The War of the Roses between us. And sometimes, on my side of the camera.

And since it takes two to make a good sex scene, I felt that he was fucking my career up. But it was a major ego blow to Rod. I took him aside and said that we could just scrap the scene. It was the first one I had done with another man since we were married. But Rod got his revenge. However, as soon as the paparazzi photos of us hit the press, Howard Stern was on the phone asking about it. I denied the whole thing on the air and told him we were just friends.

But the next day Manson was on his show, blabbing about the entire thing. I never pegged him as the type to kiss and tell. The final blow came when we concluded that I needed to work with other directors and performers in order to maintain the momentum of my career.

Just then, Rod came bursting into the room. Who do you think you are? Finally, I packed my shit and left the set. In bed, I would move my foot over to touch his, and he would move his leg away. I had been much better off living alone. The exact words I used were: There was no love, or even consideration or good will, left between us anymore.

The minute I left, I knew I was doing the right thing. Jordan offered the solace I needed: He was normal; he made me feel comfortable; he gave me my space.

He was the exact antithesis of the life that I was so irritated with. He had taken me for granted and lost me. He followed me around the house, telling me how much he loved me and begging me to stay.

His eyes reddened, his voice squeaked. It actually seemed like he might act like a man for once and punch the wall. But it was all too late. In my head I prepared a response: I gave you your chance. I would cry myself to sleep at night begging you to just fucking hug me, and you would tell me to go fuck myself. You see where it got you? I fucking hate you. So much of his yelling, his lack of affection, and his self-imposed workaholism had come from the simple fact that he was insecure.

And now, it had become a self-fulfilling prophecy. He was getting what he deserved: The guy knew from day one that dancing was what I did for work — and the reason I could afford the two hundred dollar tennis shoes he had on his feet. On the road, new demands came every day. Of course, I would fight him on everything tooth and nail, but he made my life so miserable with his constant temper tantrums, guilt trips, and harangues that I would eventually give in.

It was easier to play along than to fight. The porn industry and success within in it can change you and others for the worse. Like me he was also new in the business…. I liked him right away. Of course, the business would eventually change him into another creature entirely.

They had the attitude that they could do absolutely anything they wanted…. They ordered drink after drink, traipsed around the plane like it was their living room, and acted openly sexual with each other, much to the excitement and consternation of the male passengers. My dad the cop had taught me to follow the rules, and their behavior confused me. On the one hand, it made me uncomfortable; on the other, I wanted to have the guts to act that free.

If there was a photo op, I made sure I was front row and center. If there was a television camera in the vicinity, I made sure I grabbed the microphone. I took over absolutely everything. I was competing with some of the best girls in the industry, and I had to prove why, out of all of them, I deserved to be starlet of the year.

Life was like high school, a popularity contest in a classroom as big as the world. Mainstream fame, or at least the tantalizing possibility of it, had now entered my bloodstream. I was never the same afterward. I could do no wrong. And I could get away anything, because I was Jenna! I thought I was finally finding myself, but in reality I was turning into a monster. On set, I acted as if I were the only one who knew what it took to sell movies. I knew what kind of sex to have, whom I had to work with, and how many scenes I needed to be in.

When you are twenty-one and have the kind of power I did, you enjoy brandishing it. So I quickly realized he could help me. Was that superficial of me? Was it unusual for me? I looked at her body and complexion; she seemed to have fallen on hard times. Next I had it out with the club owner, and finally my agent. I was a different person now: Why give her away to someone else?

Strangers may recognize you and try to attack you or rape you. Your safety will likely be threatened. It was always the same guy: But today he looked different. His jaw was set, his eyes blazed, his voice trembled. When he passed me the food with shaking hands, he just stared at me. I left the door open and walked to the loveseat to get my wallet.

He followed me in and closed the door behind him. I just kept screaming and screaming. I was sure I was about to be raped. But instead the guy abruptly turned and ran out of my apartment. I collapsed onto the loveseat, shaking. My whole body felt cold, and I curled up and stared at the wall. I must have lain there for hours, comatose. I wanted someone to share my excitement with. And, more than that, there was the issue of safety. Not only was I afraid to order food, but my deathly fear of the parking garage was not assuaged when my Corvette was broken into and thousands of dollars in clothes I had stored in the back for photo shoots were taken.

You will likely find it hard to do other types of work or feel that you can do so. I was overwhelmed watching it.

You may find yourself constantly seeking approval from others. Despite everything, I wanted my father to see me win. I wanted him to see that I was successful and respected and admired. I wanted him to be proud of me. I wanted him to care. And perhaps I also felt that his approval would set in stone that I had made the right decision getting into adult movies. I wanted to be funny, relaxed, charismatic. To this day, I still put pressure on myself to be the person that everyone wants and expects me to be.

If you want to increase your income, you will likely have to have anal sex and sex with multiple partners. But even though it allowed fully nude dancing, I was disappointed when I saw it. Of more concern, it was poorly designed. I was supposed to dance in a pit surrounded by a runway for other dancers and , far on the outside, a railing.

Since the guys were along the railing and I was stuck in the center, there was no way they could hand me — or even throw me — money. So I kissed my tips good-bye. On top of that, Al took a five-dollar cut from each Polaroid in exchange for providing the camera and the film even though I had my own. And there was no lap-dancing allowed; only stagework.

Even stranger, all the guys hanging out had their own coolers. It was strictly a B. I was definitely in the boondocks, and I had bad associations with the boondocks.

And therefore not be fulfilled in any way other than materially. Teenager becomes a model. Teenager starts dating a tattoo artist and biker. Teenager becomes a stripper. Reason — Work, money, and approval of boyfriend. Teenager starts modeling nude. Teenager starts acting in soft-core all-female adult movies.

Plus, dancing is a lot easier than being on set, a great way to build up your fan base and mailing list, and a convenient escape from the problems at home.

I realized it could serve any purpose I needed. It was a weapon I could exploit mercilessly. Even if you leave the industry, your porn career will haunt you forever. You will always be thought of as a porn star, even if you become a nun afterward. It has to do with not feeling needed, with seeing your existence in the social hierarchy as superfluous.

It is something certain animals do, evolutionarily, so that their offspring can survive on a limited food supply. I went back to my room, shut the door, and cried. And I had come to believe that I was a star, especially after Cannes. But when I met all these people, I realized I was nothing. I was just a niche icon, not a real celebrity. I had sex on screen; I did some perfunctory acting.

These people moved and inspired millions of people with their music. All I did was contribute to Kleenex sales. There must be something more I could make of myself.

I also often dream about my dad dying. For as long as I can remember, this has been my nocturnal landscape. Is fame going to help me sleep? Is getting married going to stop the nightmares? Every supposedly safe choice I made just ended up scaring me more.

And the more wrong turns I made, the more I woke up crying. I needed a way out — from L. But somehow, I found myself at the door of a place I recognized: It was all this there: But I was different. The little girl, wide-eyed, innocent, and fearful, was gone. But in truth I had traveled so far and gone nowhere: I was still alone, looking for someone to help me make my way through the wilderness of the world. Every clearing I thought I had found turned out to be just a chimera.

I threw my bags in the corner of the room and lay on top of the bed in my clothes. I turned my mind off and stared at the ceiling, waiting for an epiphany. So there you have it. Said better than anyone else could say it and with more authority than anyone else. Please feel free to share this compilation far and wide, particularly with young women who might be considering entering the pornography industry.

And once again, thank you Jenna! The above is a work in progress. It will be added to and refined over time.

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