My first experience of pornSo 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?
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chthonic, Thu 25 Jan 2007, 15:29)
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Confessions of a carpet fitterMy dad runs a carpet shop, and every school holiday since I was about ten, I was sent out with the fitters as their general dogsbody / whipping boy. Something to do with building character and a work ethic apparantly.
Not being trusted to handle anything remotely sharp, or blunt for that matter, I was usually dispatched to pull up the dusty, piss smelling carpets that wanted replacing, while the fitters drank tea and talked about what they did with their missus and an ice cold cucumber the night before.
Usually, the sole reward for this was as much Steve Wright and Gary Davis as I could handle. Then one day, I was dispatched upstairs to start pulling up the bedroom carpet, of what my fetid memory serves up as a comely and buxom lady in her 30s, though was probably a 50 year old harridan. Either way, I pulled up the carpet, pulled up the underlay, and found my sweaty paws filled with polaroids of her being seen to very thoroughly.
I was a bit embararassed, though not too embarassed to stare at them for quite some time, squinting to get as much detail as possible. I didn't want to tell the fitters, lest I be labelled a pervert, so I just put them very neatly on the windowsill, where presumably they stayed until a somewhat shocked housewife found them later that afternoon.
Knowing what I'm like now, I'm amazed I didn't just nick them.
Length? Well, I was only ten.
(, Fri 26 Jan 2007, 13:00, Reply)
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