To my Loyal Subscribers and Supporters:
First off, let me give you all a huge, heartfelt thank you. To those of you who’ve stuck by me during the rollercoaster ride of the past year—especially when content updates became sparse—you’re the reason I’ve kept going. It’s been a wild year, to say the least, and I owe it to you to pull back the curtain and give you the story behind the silence, the madness, and what’s coming next.
The headline? I moved to Mexico. Not for margaritas on the beach, but to dive headfirst into creating bold, boundary-pushing fetish content that I felt was calling me louder than ever. CFNM (Clothed Female, Naked Male) and exhibitionism have always been at the core of what fuels my creativity. Ever since I was six, fantasizing about babysitters catching me in, well, compromising moments, I knew this fascination ran deep. But honestly, my love for it has always been just as much about the art of capturing the moment as the fetish itself. If I had to pick between a lifetime of real exhibitionist encounters or becoming a successful filmmaker, I’d grab that director’s chair every time.
Over the years, I’ve carved out a little niche—hell, maybe even a new genre—within the fetish world. It’s adult content, sure, but done with an authenticity and rawness that I hadn’t seen elsewhere. To get here, I needed guts of steel and the agility to avoid becoming just another Luis CK punchline. The women featured in my work? Many are amateurs—brave souls who answered an ad that simply mentioned “drawing a male model’s penis.” No talk of erections, no promises of anything steamy. It was subtle, playful, and the results? Magic…..man, if only you could see the folder’s worth of recorded moments various girls have asked me to keep offline.
But as much as I loved creating those videos, I felt the itch. The creative kind. The kind that says, Let’s shake it up. That itch became urgency when I realized I was walking a tightrope—always hyper-aware of boundaries, knowing one misstep could upset the balance of the dynamic. I only ever had one participant express discomfort in the idea of my climax, politely declining to continue if there was a chance things became too physically intense. Respecting limits is non-negotiable in my process.
So I decided to reboot in Mexico, landing in Tijuana, where sex work is legal and culturally normalized in fascinating ways. I was eager to reimagine CFNM in this new landscape but quickly hit a roadblock: the cerebral, nuanced dynamics that make CFNM compelling were harder to translate here. Instead of engaging dialogue and teasing descriptions of male anatomy, I’d often get blank stares or repetitive terms like “grande” or “rico.” The spark just wasn’t there.
After some trial and error, I pivoted, developing two entirely new series rooted in the authenticity I crave:
- The First-Timer Experience: Partnering with escort recruiters, I arranged to document the raw, unfiltered moments of women entering sex work for the first time. Her first day, her first client, all unscripted yet shot cinematically. The nervous energy, curiosity, and vulnerability were electric to capture.
- Best Friend Dynamics: Inspired by natural chemistry, I began asking participants if they had friends interested in joining them for shoots. These videos focused on the organic teasing, teaching, and playful intimacy between close friends navigating this new territory together. The authenticity—the shared laughter, hesitation, and genuine camaraderie—was a revelation. They were told to ignore me as a man, and imagine that they both just came across a penis, which wasn’t hard considering I didn’t understand much of what they said while they were giggle, and teasing, and daring each other in spanish.
But life, as it often does, threw me a curveball. A tragic one. In March, one of the women I worked with brought her narco boyfriend to my apartment. He ambushed me, stealing nearly everything—my high-end film equipment, cash, credit cards, hard drives filled with footage—and even hacked into my accounts. The situation escalated into violence. I narrowly escaped with my life, fighting back and disarming him, all while she attacked me from behind with a tripod. After calling the police, I learned the hard way how different law enforcement is in Mexico. No report. No justice. Just a warning to stay quiet.
Rebuilding from scratch wasn’t just a financial challenge—it was an emotional one. Losing so much content was devastating, and the logistical hurdles of proving my identity without access to my hacked accounts meant even this site was down for a month. But I’m resilient, and I’ve spent the past few months clawing my way back. Luckily, two drives of footage were overlooked in the theft, preserving about half of what I’d created.
Now, I’m ready to dive back in. CFNM will remain a cornerstone of my work, alongside fresh takes inspired by my time in Mexico. Plus, I’ve got trips planned to the U.S. to recapture the magic that initially captivated so many of you. I’m updating the Upcoming Videos section as we speak, so you’ll get a sneak peek at what’s next.
To everyone who stayed, thank you. You stuck around through the chaos, and I promise to deliver work that’s hotter, more creative, and more authentic than ever. Here’s to new beginnings—and the best is yet to come.
Additionally, you may want to check out my new sister site that has some of the content here, but also includes the authentic moments that I didn’t feel were CFNM related enough to post here: www.tjperro.com