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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Woodland treasures yes again yes.
My first ever porn experience was around 11, when some pals showed me a mag they'd found in the woods. As we were village kids, we'd spend a lot of time in various woods on bikes and during my teenage years, we came across a fair number of big stashes.
The first stash we found when I was about 13. This was a huge amount of early 80s top shelf mags. Instead of splitting it equally, I took two mags whilst a pal and his brother took the rest (two carrier bags packed to the brim).
This ended in disaster as my mate's brother joked that he'd tell their parents about it. My mate flew into a panic, tore up all the mags and put them in a cardboard box, which then (bafflingly) he set afloat on a river.
A ship of runined porn.
I was gutted as a third of them were blatantly mine.
Over my teen years, I was lucky enough to be part of various teams that uncovered a further three caches of porn, including one that filled two binbags.
That one was unsurpassed until the early 90s, when a porn-obsessed friend of ours dumped about 30 kilos of mags on me in a surprise visit. I told him he should have dumped it in the woods, simply as a matter of respect.
( , Mon 29 Jan 2007, 11:20, Reply)
My first ever porn experience was around 11, when some pals showed me a mag they'd found in the woods. As we were village kids, we'd spend a lot of time in various woods on bikes and during my teenage years, we came across a fair number of big stashes.
The first stash we found when I was about 13. This was a huge amount of early 80s top shelf mags. Instead of splitting it equally, I took two mags whilst a pal and his brother took the rest (two carrier bags packed to the brim).
This ended in disaster as my mate's brother joked that he'd tell their parents about it. My mate flew into a panic, tore up all the mags and put them in a cardboard box, which then (bafflingly) he set afloat on a river.
A ship of runined porn.
I was gutted as a third of them were blatantly mine.
Over my teen years, I was lucky enough to be part of various teams that uncovered a further three caches of porn, including one that filled two binbags.
That one was unsurpassed until the early 90s, when a porn-obsessed friend of ours dumped about 30 kilos of mags on me in a surprise visit. I told him he should have dumped it in the woods, simply as a matter of respect.
( , Mon 29 Jan 2007, 11:20, Reply)
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