19th Jun, 2008

Found Porn

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Recently I wrote about the very first time a naughty image tickled my retinas:

When I was by most standards too young to be looking at porn, I came across a single page torn out of a men’s magazine on a well-worn wooded bike path behind my house.

You can read the entire entry, if you’d like:  Found Porn.

Responses

loved the writing, A…. as always

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Thanks for the post. It brought back memories of my early innocence. I have been hooked since I stumbled across my original stash. What came next? The innocent touching and experimenting with both the same and opposite sex. What came next? The confusion and the I can’t get enough of this confusing stuff!

AAG, this was the best and worst of times. I was hooked and needed to score. It would probably take five years or more of persistence before my thingy would touch the inside folds of a vagina. Me and friends had to resort to pleasuring each other with touching, tasting, and fucking each other. Our sex with each other seems to have happened out of necessity.

Me and friends would look at the porn, get extremely horny, then would take turns relieving each other.

No knowledge of VD, pregnancy, or other concerns. We just wanted to find a private place (usually the woods, I still get a hard on when I catch a familiar scent of the woods from a distant past) to look at the porn, get hard, and get off.

A truthful story, made vivid again in the telling.

In the early 80’s my responses were much like yours. The British adult magazines were starting to do two-girl scenes, but the poses were appallingly artificial. They were more like synchronized swimming than anything that might lead to orgasm.

Too bad your boyfriend responded as he did, but I imagine he was already confused by his own responses to female bodies, and adding bisexuality in the mix was just too much.

Great story, aag. I can remember looking at my friend’s brother’s Playboy magazines with the same wonder.

Good story. Reminds me also of my first porn experience. It was the mid 70s, and a stash of several different mags my friend and I found under our neighbor’s hedge, by the alley. The second time we were looking at them, my mother followed us. Her horrified and extreme reaction to two nine-year-old girls looking at naked women (physical punishment, grounding, and a public “book burning”) was yet another unfortunate chapter in my burgeoning sexual history.

Sigh.

Great story. I believe that my first look at porn was a woman and I was aroused but didn’t even know it.

Looking at naked men, until sometime late HS, just scared me, LOL

That little reminesence brot back so many of my own from the past - thanks

Seeing porn like that, totally out of place and unexplained, always intrigues me.
Why is it there?
Who put it there?
Will there be more tomorrow?!

Will there be more tomorrow?!

Heh!

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