My first experience of porn
So there I am, aged 11, crawling through the woods with the Scouts when we come upon a big pile of magazines stuck into a tree. Risking losing the game by being seen, we stand up to knock them down.
They flutter down in a big heap - and behold, they are full of nudey ladies!
Crawling through the woods suddenly lost its appeal...
What was your first experience of porn?
( , Thu 25 Jan 2007, 15:29)
So there I am, aged 11, crawling through the woods with the Scouts when we come upon a big pile of magazines stuck into a tree. Risking losing the game by being seen, we stand up to knock them down.
They flutter down in a big heap - and behold, they are full of nudey ladies!
Crawling through the woods suddenly lost its appeal...
What was your first experience of porn?
( , Thu 25 Jan 2007, 15:29)
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Getting porn the old fashioned way
I was probably about 9-10 when i first discovered a gold mine of grumble in some waste land round the back of my mate's house. There was loads of different pictures from granny porn to the more acceptable ladies in lingeries showing their muffs. I was quite taken aback by the amount of 'meat' that seemed to be coming out of these mysterious orifices, like badly stuffed kebabs (to quote the Profanisaurus). Still find that sort of thing brilliant. Internet porn and over development has kinda spoiled it now. Kids will never know the delight of handling magazine that have already been 'used'. Ahh memories.
( , Thu 25 Jan 2007, 17:41, Reply)
I was probably about 9-10 when i first discovered a gold mine of grumble in some waste land round the back of my mate's house. There was loads of different pictures from granny porn to the more acceptable ladies in lingeries showing their muffs. I was quite taken aback by the amount of 'meat' that seemed to be coming out of these mysterious orifices, like badly stuffed kebabs (to quote the Profanisaurus). Still find that sort of thing brilliant. Internet porn and over development has kinda spoiled it now. Kids will never know the delight of handling magazine that have already been 'used'. Ahh memories.
( , Thu 25 Jan 2007, 17:41, Reply)
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