Real vs fake. SeXStoRY

I’ve watched loads of videos and the real turn on, for me, is when it looks “amateurish”. Unrehearsed, rather than the stage managed. I suppose that’s why I adore the voyeur, hidden camera scenarios. Yes, I know lots of them are “faked”, but I think it’s easy to spot the genuine article. I particularly like the single camera ones, strategically placed to give a good wide view. The woman, home alone, decides to play. Again, a key for me, is this takes place in the lounge, not the bedroom. Yes, like most women, I’ve sometimes gone up to bed, stripped completely naked and got my toys out. But, from experience, I’ve done it, in the lounge, a thousand times. A little tingling sensation, maybe aroused from something on late night television. A real give away to a fake, is usually the way the woman is dressed. Too tarty usually means stage managed. Stockings. Well, yes, I wear stockings all the time. But we women will always make sure the tops are well covered by the length of our skirt. And, the norm, for me, would be to slip them off when I get in from work, along with my suspenders. I suspect a lot of these “faked” ones are done by men with the woman’s knowledge. We don’t just get naked. Well, I don’t. It starts slowly, chaps, no rush ! There’s no set format to it, either. I would tend to touch my breasts through my clothing. One hand straying to my belly and, again, through my clothes, just apply a little pressure, with my fingers, down towards my pussy. I may lift my skirt a little and let the fingers on one hand brush against my thigh. I’m still dressed, although, I may have unbuttoned my blouse by now. I do have sensitive nipples and they play a key role when I jill off. Laying back on the sofa, maybe I’ve kicked my shoes off, legs now apart, skirt further up my legs. I may start to stroke my hairs through my knickers. After a few minutes, I may stand up, unzip my skirt and slip it off. Eyes fixed on the television, I’ll take my blouse off. Back on the sofa, one hand down my knickers, maybe both of them. Maybe I lean forward, oh that’s better, bra off. Unfettered tits………stiff nipples. Some more fumbling down my pants. You could probably hear the splashy splashy of wet pussy now. Arching my back, off comes that last item of clothing. Not able to resist having a quick smell of myself, I’ll raise them to my face, possibly then rub them on my tits, before dropping them on the floor next to my bra. Fingers back to work. Eyes still fixed on the television, 2 lesbians licking each other, or a woman sucking a big cock while another fucks her. Who cares what’s on. My heels are, more than likely, up against my bare arse now, knees so far apart they defy the laws of human physiology. Lots more fingering, then slapping my wet cunt. Yes, when it gets really saturated, I don’t call it a pussy any more. Slap it again, the juices splashing on my thighs. One hand gripping my mound and the other slapping, then fingering. A quick smell of my fingers. Then, back inside me. A first squirt, then some more. God, I’m so good at this. Head back, mouth open, gasping for air. More squirting. Wiping it on my tits. Licking my fingers. Laying back for a few more minutes. Then, still naked, pick up my cup of coffee and finish it while changing channels with the remote. Now, I defy anybody to say they would not be excited watching that !!