Female Athlete
Heike Drechsler

Knocked a few out watching her in the olympics
( The Scrunt Wants a Dozen Pints, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:42, 1 reply)

Juliet from Dogtanian
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Yes I know....

Really. You dont have to look at me in that way >.<

Even I knew it was something I could never think of mentioning to my friends, so I lusted after her silently....
(EvilMeister, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:39, 8 replies)

Daisy Donovan
*wimpers*
( lkjshaglkasjdhglkhjz lkcvl; g;aodh;owih, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:33, 7 replies)

I had a few
The bird that played "Blossom" from the eponymous TV program "Blossom". When I was 12, me and a friend used to have great in-depth detailed discuss about who we'd rather bone, Blossom, or her hyper-active manic-talking friend Six. I started out as a Six-fancier (she looked a bit dirtier) but as time went on, Blossom grew curves, and had these great tights/socks that met a short skirt halfway up her glorious thighs. Oh yeah.

Also Darlene from "Roseanne", since we're on about American TV on Channel 4. I didn't lust after her at all, but I always, like, related to her like no bloody real girls at school, who mostly seemed wannabe WAGS before the term was invented. Darlene was smart, sarcastic, didn't take shit off anyone, and wore black: a cool dude.

An obscure one was Inger Lorre, singer from The Nymphs. As a musician she was most famous for pissing on a record exec's desk. But Kerrang! magazine had a pic of her which went right through me and made the back of my thighs vibrate in a supersonic frequency. Which was unusual.
(McChinaman banned, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:30, 8 replies)

Well....
My teenage crushes probably centered around Pans People, later Legs & Co, and Jenny Hanley of Magpie fame.

In my later years the following cuties have caught my lustfull attention:

Emma Forbes

Andie MacDowell

Pink

All three would get it, preferably at the same time but let's not be too greedy here...
(FF_Sam is currently on call...., Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:30, 3 replies)

Never had a crush like that
Sure, I've found myself being rather fond of people I knew in the past and I'd go as far as to say I'm quite fond of a few people I know now.
( Maximinimus you stick around I'll make it worth your while, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:28, Reply)

Janet Fielding (Tegan from Dr. Who)
Part of the reason why Peter Davison is still my favourite Doctor Who - despite the iffy stories and shonky effects of that era - is because of his assistant.

I was eleven when I first clapped eyes on Tegan. Full of raging hormones (me, not her). There was something about that buxom, short-haired Australian brunette with the sarky attitude that turned a switch on in my head. From that moment, girls ceased to be annoying alien life-forms and started to be mysterious, intoxicating creatures. With shirt-potatoes!

Hallelujah!
(Billy The Fish wants to gargle with Lucy Pinder's bath water, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:27, 2 replies)

Lust In Space
Not the crap movie... the original television series...

I used to feel my neck redden at the sight of Angela Cartwright.
I don't think I'd even grown any pubes at that time but.... there was just something about her that made me go gaga...
(bof, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:21, Reply)

I always had a tihng for Gail Porter
Well at least until she went all Britney Spears and shaved all her hair off
(NuffMuff fucks shrubbery, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:14, 3 replies)

Konnie Huq
Oh dear lord... when she got wet or jiggled up and down on Blue Peter...

I saw her on TV recently and, yeah, I still would. She, however, probably wouldn't.
(Zapiola zip-zap-zop, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:14, 8 replies)

Alyssa Milano.
When I was a youngster myself I adored her in Commando. Now I'm an adult and so is she I still adore her (in her adult guise, not as the child!). So it works out quite well. :)
( Evil Bastardo, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:12, Reply)

Gale Harold.
I remember turning down the volume really low on the tv, sitting as close as I could so my parents didn't find out I was watching Queer as Folk.

God that man is glorious.
Watching "Brian" in Club Babylon, in that private room getting noshed off by some random guy. Grr.
The best one was when the police raided the club and he made the officer wait until he 'finished' before he arrested him. *sigh*
( Lisette von Falcon, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:12, 1 reply)

Carol the Fridge Freezer Lady
I had a terrible crush on one of my mum’s mates when I was thirteen. She’d come round once a week for tea and biscuits and sit in the same armchair, doing wild things to my rampant trouser horn as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, occasionally scratching at the scabs of accumulated psoriasis on her knees through her extra thick sexy tan winter tights. God, she was hot. Her name was Carol and she used to work in a factory putting together fridge freezers.

She’d come round every Thursday at around six. Had done for years. Carol would always bring round a booty bag of sweets that tasted like fizzy chalk which she got off her mate who worked on Coventry market. Of course, as a thirteen year old I was starting to get a bit old for this. But it didn’t stop me waiting patiently for her to clamber out of her Ford Fiesta and trundle up the driveway. I’d open the door, feeling the blood rush to my special secret place as my eye line was momentarily on a par with Carol’s perfect (by perfect I mean fucking MASSIVE) tits. Then Carol would hand me my sweeties and say: “Careful, Spanky – remember to suck them or you’ll break your teeth.”

And I was in heaven. Even at this early age my pervo-filter was already pretty well developed. I focused in on one solitary word in Carol’s statement. SUCK... God, she said it with such... earthly knowledge... such allure... such... FILTH!!! I could feel my japs eye weep as I’d follow her into the living room and sit round for a while, gazing upon her beauty as she and my mum nattered about the price of fish. Thinking back, Carol was actually pretty fit (once you got past the scabby-knee skin condition). Shapely. Mid to late thirties. Buxom (that special nice considerate way of saying a girl’s a bit of a fat fucker). Gorgeous long hair that fell down her back and cascaded off her shoulders like a tumbling obsidian waterfall. And – most important and striking of all - she very rarely, according to my furtive, clandestine glances, appeared to wear any knickers. OK, I was thirteen and couldn’t be sure. But whenever she crossed or uncrossed her legs there was very definitely something interesting going on in the deep dark recesses of Carol’s unholy gusset area. Once I swore I caught a glimpse of pubes and nearly fainted. Besides, the normal routine was to sit there for a bit then slink off to my room for a furious wank.

One time this all got a bit too much... Carol came round, parked the Fiesta, I opened the door – ooohhh, tits! – got my sweeties: “SSSSuuu-ccc-kkkk!!!” Then showed her into the living room, staring at her perfect round arse as she went. Sit down. Natter with my mum. Me sat on the carpet attempting to look at Carol’s gash, feeling my heart race. Then something unusual happened... My mum suggested Carol goes up stairs with her to have a look at the new curtains she’d just put up in the hallway landing. Normally Carol didn’t move, well, only to go for a piss which meant my mum was always, ALWAYS, in the room. But now... Now I actually had a chance to have the Carol-scented living room to myself for a bit, with her wonderful warm, sexy scent still heavy in the air. I was in heaven.

My mum and Carol bugger off up stairs, and I –

Moments later I hear my mum scream: “Spanky you dirty little bugger!” I look up and see Carol and my mum stood at the living room door, they’d come back down for the tape measure or something. I assessed the situation, trying to think of a way out. Shit. No way out. Gonna just have to face the music on this one...

... When your mum finds you with your head buried in the sofa cushion where her mate and said mate’s attached fanny’s just been sitting, while you’ve got one hand down the front of your pants and the other desperately scratching up as much warm beefy womanly aroma from the cushion as possible, well, there’s not really a lot you can do about it...

I said I fell over. I don’t think my mum believed me... Carol stopped buying me sweets after that.
( SpankyHanky, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:03, 11 replies)

Spuggy
off Byker Grove.

And don't judge me; Geoff Keegan blatantly had plans for her and they didn't involve paintball.
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:03, 3 replies)

Way back when....
Way back when I was a spritely teenager I was something of a nerd (though not much has changed). As this was the mid 90's, this also meant I was a huge fan of The X-Files. So, it stands to reason that I fell head over for Gillian Anderson.

While my infatuation for Gillian Anderson faded, it sowed the seeds for a love of redheads, with Kari Byron (of Mythbusters fame) being my current object of desire. She's my ginger fuhrer!
(badbob82 actually has mates called Rex and Wendy, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:02, 4 replies)

Kate Bush
it was that performance on TOTP of Wuthering Heights. I fell in love with her frizzy hair and kind face. I was 4, so not technically a teenager, but i went on to marry i met when i was a teenager who looked a fair bit like Kate Bush.

Coincidence, i think not
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 13:50, 4 replies)

Natalie Portman
Natalie Portman all the way. She was always a bit older so it wasn't creepy knocking one out to her younger days
(NuffMuff fucks shrubbery, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 13:44, 5 replies)

Iceberg right ahead!!
The teenage crush I remember most vividly is that most gorgeous of English women, Kate Winslett.

Curves in all the right places, smart, red hair, intelligent and well, to a gawky teenager of 13/14, she was a goddess.

Although it may have been something to do with the fact she rocked out with her waps out.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Thu 5 Nov 2009, 13:43, Reply)

on the Mark
My first crushes were on Mark Lamarr and Mark Morrisson.

There's not much linking them other than the name. I think it was the 50s binman look and him owning 100 thousand CDs that did it for me with Mark Lamarr; but I have no idea where I was going with The Mack.

I saw Mark Lamarr at Latitude this year. It was massively depressing as he is now a bloated, white haired mess.
(ignoramusaurus, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 13:40, Reply)

Christina Ricci
She's about the same age as me, so as I was growing up I had quite a thing for her. Not helped by her starring as the rather naughty Wednesday Addams in the films (I know she was probably underage, but so was I) - I didn't post in the fetishes QOTW, but that girl has a lot to answer for...

Of course now ruined by going blonde, why oh why?
(fridgefreezer inserted a topical reference into his sig on, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 13:32, 5 replies)

Charlotte Coleman
I have always fancied Charlotte Coleman (Hugh "Foppish-twat" grant's sister in Four weddings and a funeral). Mainly because she was in a show called "Marmalade Atkins" in which she portrayed a naughty schoolgirl in full St Trinians gear.

Fwap-ola!!

Imagine my delight when she appeared in a BBC drama adaptation of "Oranges are not the only fruit" where she get's her kit off for a lesbian clinch. Ding-dong jackpot splufftime.

However, I was deeply saddened when she passed away in 2001 after an asthma attack, but I still occasionally retrieve her image from the wank-bank for old times sake.
(urgle-splurgle molesting small goats since, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 13:25, 5 replies)

Pre-teen crushes.
My seven year old daughter has a crush on Pete Doherty. Not only has his picture taken over from Christiano Ronaldo on her bedside cabinet but she has taken to singing 'Sheepskin Tearaway' on a regular basis.

Should I just kill myself now?
(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 13:24, 5 replies)

Cheetara, Wilma Flintstone and the Cadbury's Caramel Bunny

( rofl harris, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 13:20, 11 replies)

Ah, gods the confusion of it all...
Debbie Harry...
Specifically Debby Harry singing "Heart of Glass" whilst sat in the front passenger seat of a car driven by the attractive mother of a friend.
A definite feeling of Something Unusual happening in the trouser region coupled with blushing outrageously and having no idea what was going on.

Fast forward five years or so, and by now I had a damn good idea of what when on, and indeed in and the posters on my wall were only a little more varied.

Debbie Harry, Joanna Lumley and Jenny Agutter

Oh yes. Yes indeed.
( DukeEuphoria Comes highly reccomended, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 13:20, 5 replies)

I'd love to say Anna Friel & Martine McCutcheon
But unfortunately I was past being a teenager by the time they came to my attention, so I'll have to go back to the late '70's for Kim Wilde and Rachel Sweet.

For those too young to remember them, this is Kim
and this is Rachel
(RTFM May your god go with you, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 13:15, 1 reply)

Three highlights
Pre-teenage so doesn't really count, but Sheila(?) from the Dungeons and Dragons cartoon. The one with the invisibility cloak I think. That was quite a big one.

A bit later, Kimberly Pink Ranger from Power Rangers. I started out on Trini but obviously I'm a massive racist. Someone else had this on page one but it was worth reiterating. You can find nuddy pictures of her if you look.

More recently Willow. Not Alyson Hannigan. Willow. Though she is gooooorgeous in that How I Met Your Mother thing. All soft and lovely.

*snaps out of it*.

Anyway, you sense the theme. Non-threatening, not the most typically attractive or non-fictional of women. If they don't exist you can't be disappointed. /Inferiority-complex-blog.
( Throat And Ice Pie I see dem tatties dere., Thu 5 Nov 2009, 13:14, 3 replies)

Oh no...
I was madly in love with Stephen Gately (now deceased). I was about 10 or 11 at the time, so that makes it slightly OK. I had this fantasy where I'd somehow get backstage at one of their concerts, and he'd see me and fall madly in love with me and we'd get married and live happily ever after forever and ever. I may have even kissed a poster or two. Ahem. I don't know how I missed his obvious gayness.

When I was a little bit older, it was all about David Duchovny. Mmmmm, bless his X-File solving hotness. My room was plastered in posters. I'm cringing so badly right now.
(Beacon, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 13:13, 1 reply)

Kathy Sykes
The one that does loads of sciencey programmes on the BBC - Rough science, and something about alternative medicines a while ago.

She has kind eyes, a great smile, towering intellect, doesn't mind getting her hands dirty, a great bod for her age and frankly I would like to marry her. I am very shortly to stop being a teenager but I am quite sure these feelings will persist.

Do science with me, Kathy!
(WarneMarsh My priority for frivolity begets quality jollity, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 13:02, 4 replies)