In a moment of true adolescent perversion I did something that I am not quite proud of, but think about regularly. One night, when I was eighteen, I was up late and being driven crazy by hormones and horniness. It was some time after midnight when I snuck out of my bedroom and went to the partially-finished basement of my house. There were some old couches down there, a TV with an old unused VCR, and little else save for random junk and a spare refrigerator. My intent was to watch an old VHS porno I had stored away — sure I could have just gone online — but I was in a weird mood and wanted to watch some grainy, ultra-specific, slightly uncomfortable, story driven 80s porn.
When I got to the basement I turned on the TV, set the volume as low as it would go, and put the tape in to see where I had last left off, I.e. after whatever made me cum last time. The scene that must have pushed me over the edge involved a little voyeur action where one of the actors was candidly filming the other through a bedroom window. I rewound a bit hoping that whatever got me last time would get me again — hopefully calm me down a bit so I could finally get to bed. However, I found myself inspired instead. I knew I wasn’t going to get lucky and pop by a window to catch a neighbor in action, though I did wish for it, but I decided I would film myself and see what it looked like.