Raven met me at the door wearing a Winnie the Pooh onesie.
If you go down to the 100 Acre Wood today, you're in for a big surprise.
No surprise for Raven. She's met my heffalump trunk before.
We made our way to her room, where our gentleman sex sponsor awaited us.
The onesie was just a temporary measure, to get from her room to the front door, to let me in, and back again.
No heating in the corridor, but she had the radiator on in her room, so the Winnie the Pooh onesie was quickly discarded in favour of full nudity.
Today, we were to star in a porn production. Our client, the porn producer himself just likes to watch and record video clips. He sometimes gives directions. He had his tripod erected. Ready to film.
I was ready to lick her out like a honeypot.
We did what Tiggers do best. Bouncing!
So much so that I think her bed just barely survived the ordeal. Various bits of bedframe creaked and rattled in time with our bouncy-bouncy.
She expressed embarrassment at her bed's wobbliness and noisiness. Not a problem. I believe it adds a special something to the sound design of our porno that you can hear background audio effects akin to two randy bulldozers using an IKEA showroom as a trampoline.
After we'd performed in the three positions requested for the video, a cumshot was requested, and duly delivered, leaving Raven looking like a freshly slimed ghostbuster, half submerged in a giant puddle of my ectoplasm.
I handed her a single tissue, and jokingly tried to withhold the rest of the box. Not for long. Raven has a good sense of humour and we know each other well enough to fool around. But it's best not to test her patience, lest I meet her Pro Domme alter ego. She does have an impressive collection of whips, crops, floggers and canes on a wall mounted rack within easy reach.
I exited stage left, and Raven girded her loins once more in her onesie to bid me farewell.