Don’t get so hung up on the term “tape”…that’s just the common vernacular used when referring to a video made of yourself having sex.
Other…
When my best friend turned 20, his parents were out of town that weekend, so naturally we threw a small party. The parents’ video camera came out early in the evening, and we captured at lot of funny stuff. In the wee hours of the morning, when there were only five or six of us left, and drunker’n hell, we noticed BF and a girl were missing (not for the first time that night). Another friend grabbed the camera and barged into BF’s bedroom.
You don’t see anything on the tape - they were under the covers, and the girl’s arms can been seen waving while BF yells at the cameraman. Not even her face is visible. But, technically speaking: I appear in other parts of the tape, so I have, in fact, been in a sex tape.
Somehow I came to be in possession of this tape, and I still have it. A couple of years after the infamous night, when BF’s oldest son was born, I promised BF that I would show this tape to the boy when he turns 20. Just a little more than two years to go… 
That’s a long gestation period.
Still photos, yes, but no video.
Perhaps. The motel was pretty shady.
True. For example, the exploits of some of our elder Dopers can occasionally be found in highly incriminating zoetropes and peep boxes. I’m not naming names.
Holy shit what an obnoxious friend! That would be the absolute, no-questions-asked END of my friendship with said person. What an ass.
Actually, the cameraman was a friend of mine from school (I was 17 when BF turned 20) that I’d brought to the party. BF had never met him before that night. They went on to become good friends, and still are today.
Obviously this kind of thing is a bit different for women than men… 
For the record, I had to read this twice - because i kept reading boyfriend (bf) not best friend (bff) and I couldn’t figure out why they were still together if he caught his boyfriend sleeping with a girl . . .
Err, right…
Naw, a handful of nekkid pictures for private use that may still live in a sock drawer was the closest I came to porn. I can’t even stand to be on tape fully clothed.
God, no. All I’d be able to look at if I ever watched it was how awful my ass looked from *that *angle, and holy shit, no one is ever allowed to see me naked ever again. It would NOT improve my sex life, let me tell you.
I wish!
Well, but it’s not a sex tape. It’s art. ART.
We have some polaroids from when my wife and I first started dating, more than twenty years ago - I haven’t looked at 'em in years. Some left nothing whatsoever to the imagination - there is a series each of us took of the other happily engaged in oral sex and looking up at the camera.
Maybe I should destroy 'em before my son, now 4, grows old enough to find 'em and gets traumatized for life. 
Cause your name is hil-art-ity?
I said “yes and it’s safe” but I’m making an assumption there as the other guy kept it, so I don’t actually know (can’t really say I care either). I’d happily make another one if someone wanted to, not that interested in watching it though.
Interesting…it makes me wonder why somebody (supposedly) as intelligent as John Edwards would make a sex tape.
Maybe he’s planning a career in porn, after politics?
Or maybe, he was planning on using it somehow?
The tape would make me hesitant about voting for such a man.
Does my 2 boston terriers count? We pulled out the camera one day when they were walking around locked together. They didn’t get loose for at least 10 minutes.
That liter of pups paid for new carpet in our living room. We only let her breed twice and then neutered the male.
Hell no. I am a firm believer in the “don’t capture anything on film or digital media you wouldn’t want the world to see” rule.
You just never know.