Razzle-tastic!
I was eight years old when my family moved house, and the ol' fella who kicked his bucket in the house before we got it left a bookshelf in one of the bedrooms.

In this bookshelf was a mint-condition copy of Razzle which me and my brother (who was five at the time) spent many a secret hour flicking through the pages of scantily-clad filth.

Our mum got suspicious and looked through the bookshelf when we were at school and confiscated the mucky mag, much to our unvocalised disappointment.

A few days later she confronted us about it and we denied all knowledge. Oh, what foolish little people we were. We should have hidden it under a mattress!

There was also the "Growing Up" book my mum gave me to avoid having the "Birds and the Bees" conversation. It had drawn diagrams of all kinds of naughty things, which I found mildly arousing.

Oh... and there was her copy of "The Joy of Sex" which made for great underage reading.

During sex education classes at school, I was the most informed, well-read boy and was commended by my teacher in front of the whole class, which embarrassed the fcuk out of me!
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Fri 26 Jan 2007, 12:30, Reply)