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It had been a couple of days since filming the kitchen scene with Sheryl when I finally sat down to edit the footage. My process is pretty methodical and similar to editing any video. You spend a descent amount of time just organizing everything, then get it all in a timeline and sync it together. Thats what the clapper is good for, not just a fun Hollywood toy but it gives me a visual and audio point with which I can make sure all the cameras and audio feeds are matched up perfectly.
I like to watch through the entire thing without cutting out any footage at first. I will mark camera angles when they do or don't work for scenes, but really no editing occurs. I try and put myself into the shoes of a first time viewer, it's easy to get caught in the weeds of what is the best edit technically versus what leads the viewer deeper into the story, and what turns them on. I rarely make it all the way through before needing a release. I've mentioned this before, but watching yourself have sex again brings back all the feelings of that moment and it's a big fucking turn on.
After I've got the first pass done, and I've cleaned up after myself, then I really start the editing of the video. This often involves cutting out sections where I move around cameras and lights, or if we stop to discuss the next position. There was a moment with Sheryl after I had eaten her out on the counter where I had to stand up on the apple box to get the right hip height for penetration. I obviously wanted that part hidden so it just looked like my dick was magically lined up with her pussy.
Now that I think about it I should probably explain what an apple box is. These are used all the time in video production, typically it's a wooden box used to raise up the height of someone on camera but it can be used for all sorts of things. They usually have 3 additional platforms of different heights nested within the main box. I'm probably not explaining it well, just google it.
It usually takes me a least 4 - 6 hrs to get the video where I'm happy with the edit. This also is dependent upon how long the scene is, longer sex scene, longer edit. Once this happens I consider it in "picture lock" meaning nothing about the actual edit is going to change. I have all the cuts to and from different cameras right where I want them. Now I spend some time doing color correction and fixing any audio issues. This also varies wildly depending on if I had the setting in the camera correct when I filmed or if I need to fix a bunch of issues. The only downfall of running everything yourself AND staring in it. I sometimes rush things cause I'm horny and ready to get going.
By this third video I'd gotten into a rhythm and usually could finish the editing in a day. Which is pretty good considering how frequently I need a "release break". Once I consider it done, I like to watch it through from start to finish one last time, my personally quality control. Then it's time to submit over the website. So far I hadn't had any pushback or edit requests from them which I thought was a good sign.
The kitchen scene with Sheryl was done and submitted, and now I needed to try and turn my attention to episode 4. I had a meeting coming up in the next week with the director of new content at the website and I wanted to have at least one more episode under my belt before then. I'd been spending time trying to plan out future content as well for the presentation.
Once I got done with everything for the day I decided to head down to a yoga class. This is something pretty new for me. I try to keep in descent shape, but with the physical requirements of my new job I felt the need to step up my game. Yoga seemed like a great way to stay limber and build some core strength. Just so happens that about a year ago a yoga studio opened up in my building on the second floor.
This was only my second class, and the first one was admittedly a little embarrassing. I didn't know how to do most of the moves, so I found myself craning my neck around to look at the instructor constantly to see what I was doing wrong. Although this was often uncomfortable, it was nice to have an excuse to stare at this exquisite creature.
Heather had a beautiful body, and I mean beautiful. The kind that was made to live in yoga gear all the time. I'd say she was about 5'6" or 5'7" with a slightly thicker build, great ass and impressive tits. She had spunky blond hair with the sides and back shaved close. Her smile though, it made my cock want to jump out of my shorts.
The class makeup was mostly women, I think my first class only had one other guy. Today though, I walked in to an empty studio. Heather looked up and smiled, "welcome in, you might be the only one today. Tuesday afternoons are usually pretty slow but rarely do I have this small a group. What's your name?"
I told her and we made small talk for a minute. She had seen me in the building before and I let her know I live upstairs. "I believe you were in my Saturday class correct? I'm guessing you haven't participated in yoga classes much in the past and thats ok. Its actually a good thing we have no one else in class today. I can focus in on the basics and help you work on posing."
Well, at least this wasn't going to be super embarrassing getting lots of help in front of a class full of people. We got started with a simple warm up and light stretching. Heather put her mat right in front of mine and we began to work through the different movements. Starting off with cat/cow which was easy and I thought I was doing it right, but she still came over to grab my hips and tilt them showing the range of motion she wanted.
This may have been wishful thinking on my part, but it certainly seemed like her hands lingered on my body longer than necessary. We worked our way through a number of poses, down dog, warrior 1 and 2, cobra. She found it pretty necessary to get her hands on me with nearly every move and it was starting to have an effect. So much for thinking I was going to escape embarrassment.
During a butterfly like pose she was standing behind me and reaching over my shoulders, pushing down on my inner thighs to get a better stretch. I could feel her ample breasts pressing against the back of my neck and her hands were awfully close to my crotch. The combination was a little too much and my dick began inching forward creating a nice tent in my shorts. I saw it happening, I tried the normal tricks, but nothing was working.
She was bound to see it, and I just knew she would freak out and ask me to leave. The next thing that happened surprised me. Whether on purpose or by accident she repositioned her hands in order to press a little harder and one of them bumped into my dick. She didn't recoil at all, in fact she might have leaned in a little harder and subtly rubbed up for just a second.
