Mika, the director, and I were so exhilarated by the success of the Moscow Garage Story that a month later we decided to shoot a sequel.

Except that if it had been around 5°C in that unheated garage in November, by December it was already down to –10°C. Sure, Russians are supposed to be immune to that kind of cold. But erections don't exactly thrive in freezing temperatures — and back then, modern stimulants weren't a thing yet.

So they wrote a script for us to shoot at my place. Besides, the second floor of my apartment looked like a construction site that had simply forgotten when it was supposed to end.

One important detail: the director, cameraman, and author of the idea was my boyfriend at the time; by then already my ex. Yes, he enjoyed filming me doing porn.

But the “ex” part wasn't exactly accidental. There was absolutely no sexual tension between Mika and me on set. My ex' presence killed everything.
The camera was basically there to conceal how badly my dick was behaving.

Anyway, as soon as we finished and my ex went home, Mika and I put our phones on tripods and decided to just have sex on my bed.

Well, technically it was a huge mattress lying on the floor in front of an enormous mirror. My bedroom looked more like a garage than the actual garage did.

Sure, there are no fancy transitions from close-ups to wide shots, no color grading, none of the polished production stuff.

But at least we were genuinely turned on by each other.

That's why I recommend watching these videos back to back