So Mizz Geena hit me with a challenge this week: share a secret on the blog that I haven’t shared before.

Well… there are a lot of those. Like, a lot. But one’s been bouncing around in my brain lately, so screw it—here goes:

I sorta starred in a gay porn. For my girlfriend.

This was maybe 5 or 6 years ago. Total amateur setup. My girlfriend’s bestie threw this party—we all got wasted, lots of teasing, dares, bets flying around. At one point, her bestie bet her she couldn’t make me do anything she wanted. That there were limits.

Spoiler: there weren’t.

Fast forward a little, and I’m on my stomach in a bedroom with two guys. They were playing the whole frat bro fantasy, but let’s be real—they were definitely pushing 30. Didn’t matter though. The camera was rolling, the lights were on, and I was getting absolutely railed.

One guy held me down while the other took me. Then they swapped. I never left that position—just face-down, ass up, moaning like a little bitch while they used me for content. And yeah, there was a crowd. A few people watching, laughing, filming. My girlfriend? Right there, front row, drink in hand, grinning like she owned me.

At one point, I let out this high-pitched scream (don’t judge me)—and yep, you can hear it in the video. Crystal clear. You also get a full view of my back, my ass, and probably my soul leaving my body.

And yep, that video is still out there. Somewhere.

I’m proud of that night. I did it for her, I gave her what she wanted, and I didn’t hold back. I proved there really weren’t any limits.

But that does not mean I want anyone watching it. So duckie—stop fucking asking me for the link. You little perv.