This is the story of how I came to write erotic stories.
It all began many years ago when I found my fathers stash of dirty magazines. After careful perusal of all that he had, I soon discovered that there were specific publications that I liked. These were not the ones that try to be artistic using models with 'the perfect figure', like Penthouse or Playboy. No, these ones had ladies that, while not exactly the same as the average girl in the street, were at least close. Escort, Fiesta, and Knave also had their Reader's Wives sections, which often looked like they could be the older sisters of the girls I knew, and so fuelled most of my early fantasies.
Within the first few months I soon worked out when a new edition would appear, and would be straight to their storage space as soon as I could. What started to happen though, was that in the days before this new material would appear, I would read some of the articles, letters and stories. At first I believed them all, and could not wait to experience everything I read. It did not take long before I spotted patterns in the letters, and I began to doubt them. For example, guys discovering their wives were having lesbian affairs and joining in with them, a guy getting picked up by a girl in a pub and fucked in an alleyway, and women at work taking advantage of the new young man.
Soon I would only skim through the letters, but the stories I never missed. I knew they were not true, but a well written story can suspend that disbelief much better than a poorly written account of what some guy wishes would happen to him.
It marvelled me at how they were so different, unlike the letters. I can still remember some of them now. One was set in Victorian times and was about a young posh lady spending summer at her wealthy Uncle's mansion. her cousin was the same age, but much more experienced in sex, and set her up with a local landowners son. One day the girls tricked him into letting them tie him with his hands behind a post. They had promised to do a striptease for him and had got to their lingerie before stopping saying he had to be tied first. He gladly accepted, but instead of stripping off fully, they took off his trousers leaving him naked from the waist down. Now the girls finished stripping, eyeing up his erection as they did. The girls cousin knelt down, and grasping his shaft firmly, stroked him a few times before sucking him. The first girl watched in amazement as he writhed and gasped. Before he could cum, the girl stopped and said they should go and leave him there. The first girl, instead of getting dressed, went over to the guy, and noticing the pained expression on his face, knelt down in front of him. His thick hard cock inches from her face, and his balls tight and full. She takes his balls in her hand and squeezes, and he came all over her face.
That was the first time I had heard of a girl getting cum on her face, and the character was surprised, but proud that it was because of her touch he had cum. It was not until my father started to get some of the harder uncensored European porn magazines like Colour Climax that I saw pictures of actual sex, blowjob, cunnilingus and of course, cum on the girls bodies. Usually it was near their pussy, on their belly, maybe legs, and of course breasts. What I longed to see, a facial, did not appear for quite a while, but when it did I took that magazine for myself. Of course, it was not hard for my dad to work out where it had gone, and that was when he told me he did not mind me borrowing them, but to put them back after.
"Oh, and don't believe all the things you read in them. Women don't do those kind of things" he told me.
Many years later I found myself thinking how wrong he was!
Continues tomorrow with my first look at a porn video...
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