We started having sex – then he facetimed his friend 

We weren’t watching porn – instead, we were the ones being watched (Picture: Getty Images)

‘Grab it!’

Benji*, the man I was sleeping with, leapt from the bed to catch his phone, which had been propped up on the bedside table. 

With the vigorous rhythm from our sex, the phone had dislodged and hurtled to the ground.

It usually wouldn’t have been a big deal – the floor was carpeted and the table wasn’t very high – but it wasn’t the phone that mattered.

Benji caught it and laughed, placing it back on the table. A face on the screen looked back at me and I smiled.

We weren’t watching porn – instead, we were the ones being watched.

And despite it being new to me, everyone involved was having a brilliant time. 

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