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I'm curious about what kind of bdsm related fantasies people had, before they learned anything about bdsm from outside sources. For example, in my very early teens, I had a fantasy about women in bikinis being tormented by gremlin-like creatures. I can't recall most of the details anymore, but I do remember that the cretures used the women as furniture, and stuffed various gooey substances down their bikini bottems. There was no nudity. I had PG-13 fantasies back then.:)
I used to fantasize about me and my brothers or friends from school being held captive by pirates or terrorists, and, being the only girl, being chosen as the one to be tortured in order to extract from us information about treasure or such.
In my fantasies, I would never volunteered but did not struggle much either. I imagined myself enduring floggings, dunkings, suspension, crucifixion, keelhauling and all maner of torture with nary a whimper.
I was a very well read child, and even though I did not get my hands on a copy of "The Story of O" until age 14, I had smuggled "My secret garden" and "The Hite Report" out of the public library by age seven or eight. Only when I got older (11 or 12) did a religious or sexual theme enter my fantasies.
Mmm pirates. Mine also involved being kidnapped by pirates, they would cut my clothes off with their cutlasses, and then the leader would bind me tightly to the ship's wheel where I would have my clit tortured and take a flogging in front of all the others. Then I would have to scrub the deck while one of them pushed my face to the floor with his big leather boots. Pretty simple really. I can't remember even why they kidnapped me, I don't think I cared enough to put that detail in.
I still like to see a guy in a big white shirt, oh yes.
I think they had more detail in them than that, I need to try and remember a bit more ;)
Oh, and I didn't really know what my clit was, just that it was a part of me that I liked the idea of people playing around with! I think I was about 11 or 12 when I started to get these pirate fantasies, and always at bedtime, so they turned into dreams pretty quick.
Here's a thread I started just after the forum began about this very subject...
When G. I. Joe met Batgirl
...and then there was this one, where I talk about the novel "The Funhouse"..
My Little Demon: Rape
I remember the Funhouse having enormous effect on my fantasies. Naughty thoughts about monsters capturing women and touching them where people aren't allowed to touch...
As I recall, my first sexual experience was a consensual fantasy... After having a bad trip on nitrous oxide (laughing gas) in the dentist's chair, I bicycled home to see Sheila E.'s "The Glamorous Life" video on MTV. I remember racing to my bed to abuse myself until something happened. And it worked-- a pool on my belly.
I can't believe that was over twenty years ago.
Thank you for the links to those threads :)
Thanks, Lil' Peach, and welcome to the forum! Anyone besides pirates ever trouble your fantasies?
Does anyone remember Space 1999? Barbara Bain, Martin Landau (Drusilla's parents!), mid-seventies? There was this one particular monster-- a mass of tendrils with a giant 'eye' in the center-- that would eat and dissolve anything in its path. I remember fantasizing about it catching a young female astronaut and dissolving just her clothes, then using it's many hands to grope and explore her party while she is trapped under it, squirming and saying 'no' a lot.
Sports Illustrated used to have a special on the making of their swimsuit issue, and I remember after seeing one in the early eighties featuring the newly discovered Kathy Ireland, I had a very complex fantasy involving her. The shoot was in Kenya, and the shoot was attacked by poachers hunting the kind of gentle game the women were posing with. The staff was killed, the models were taken captive, except for Kathy, who managed to escape and watch the whole thing taking place. Kathy was then 'saved' by huge hairy gorillas-- repeatedly 'saved', as I recall-- which is why I find Parker's "KEEPER" such a guilty pleasure...
My poor Kathy!
I'd rather see something like that happen to one of the models I DIDN'T like, such as Vendela.
Of course, with a gorilla the equipment is so small (3-6cm) that the lucky model might not even be aware that she was being saved. (Funny how a little reality can ruin a perfectly good fantasy, isn't it?)
Oh, well. My work here is done!
see subject <g>
Interesting question. Actually I used to, and I still occasionally do, fantasize about men. I mean a man dominating another man, no females involved. Even before I understood what sex (intercourse) was that was a fantasy of mine.
There’s probably a deep psychological meaning to it, but I just don’t know what it is. Please, you've got to believe me - I'm a nice normal lady otherwise, really I am!
I often wonder if other women are the same but just don’t feel comfortable admitting to it. I think some times women aren't as open about sex as men.
When was younger, I used to feel like such a freak for having desires for bdsm. I’m so grateful for sites like this and the opportunity to share with like-minded people. :)
Well sure, continuing the sci-fi theme, a few less tentacles than in yours, but I always liked the idea of mechanical encounters. Being strapped with big metal clasps to some kind of examination table and probed ruthlessly by different devices on robotic arms. No people involved.Quote:
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Thanks, Lil' Peach, and welcome to the forum! Anyone besides pirates ever trouble your fantasies?
I can't remember the film, but there's one where this woman lives in a futuristic automated house, and the computer in charge of it becomes obsessed with her and starts to become sinister and lock her in and stuff. That's probably what sparked that one. I think it straps her up with electrical cord at some point. Maybe someone knows the film I'm on about?
Ahhh! That'll be Demon Seed . The computer wants to impregnate her. I don't recollect the appearance of little half-human/half-robots. It was open-ended I think.
I'm not sure it rates as a great movie but I expect the gentlefolk of this forum will find it more 'worthwhile' than the wider public would :)
It's a book by Dean R Koontz, which I haven't read, but maybe that's worth checking out too?
Thanks, Aurelius, I'll have to see if it's available around here. And thanks to Lil' peach for dredging up that movie. I remember seeing most of it around the Holidays on broadcast TV back when I was ten or twelve. My mother turned it off when the impregnation scene came on (and it was probably edited to begin with), but it made a big impression on me. I had nightmares for weeks!
I've had a couple of strange dreams, two I can remember at least, at the age of 9 or 10 that revolved around more than three men at least getting to have their way with a woman, but there wasn't really sex involved, it was rather about dominating her than anything. as far as I can remember these were the only sex-related dreams I've ever had until now, my mind appearently want's to shut off this kind if fantasy when it has the lone control ;)
over the last years I've often fantasized about having sex with a man against my direct will but greatly enjoying that - I was quite confused in the beginnings why that aroused me more than thinking unkinky fantasies at the beginnings, but about 3 years bakc I decided that nothing was wrong with me, that I was just different but as long as I had my fun - and nobody gets hurt from private fantasies, now do they?
another pet-peeve of mine that turned up in my fantasies some years back was being captured somewhere (maybe by aliens? I never specified that), being held in a tank of liquid (but still was able to breathe without problems), with strange cup-like devices being attached to my breasts and crotch, excerting a strong sucking force, sometimes even with a dildo inside my vagina.
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Ahhh! That'll be Demon Seed . The computer wants to impregnate her. I don't recollect the appearance of little half-human/half-robots. It was open-ended I think.
I'm not sure it rates as a great movie but I expect the gentlefolk of this forum will find it more 'worthwhile' than the wider public would :)
It's a book by Dean R Koontz, which I haven't read, but maybe that's worth checking out too?
I like that movie tek TV showed it in its uncut state a couple of months ago prety racy stuff. The computers name was "Protius" and it was one horny little terminal.
It is also kind of interesting how they (the auther) thought that the computers were going to progress to this when in reality computers have surpased this technology. No I dont mean that we have horny computers raping women with there heads in anvils but. Computers have speach vison hearing the only thing missing is them being self aware and a computer cock. (T3 )
I Liked how the screens of the computer all showed the gracfull text flowing across there screens at the blazing 300 baud.
quite sprite for the irra.
Yes when this movie was done the apple II was king of the world and no IBM pc's in site.
When I got into Stephen King novels, I ran out of new ones to read and started reading Dean Koontz novels to pass the time. Since then, I have come to read those just for the almost constant inclusions of rape scenes. Funhouse was a movie based on his novel and that cheesy flick turned me on, too. For the life of me I'll never know why...
Peace.
LaJan
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Originally posted by GaryWilcox
Here's a thread I started just after the forum began about this very subject...
When G. I. Joe met Batgirl
...and then there was this one, where I talk about the novel "The Funhouse"..
My Little Demon: Rape
I remember the Funhouse having enormous effect on my fantasies. Naughty thoughts about monsters capturing women and touching them where people aren't allowed to touch...
As I recall, my first sexual experience was a consensual fantasy... After having a bad trip on nitrous oxide (laughing gas) in the dentist's chair, I bicycled home to see Sheila E.'s "The Glamorous Life" video on MTV. I remember racing to my bed to abuse myself until something happened. And it worked-- a pool on my belly.
I can't believe that was over twenty years ago.
I never new i read a book of his! people have been after me for years to read his stuff!
Opportunity to bump an old thread? I might as well!
Anywho, earliest bondage fantasy? Hmm... it would have come about when I was 12/13 years old when I wasn't too happy with myself so I would fantasise about totally bounding myself in something, something only I could keep hold onto, until I decided it was enough. I remember trying to simulate this fantasy with blankets, but could never get it tight enough. The fantasy still plagues me to this day.
Earliest masochism fantasy? As early as I can remember dreams. I've always had dreams of being hit by something... anything. I never became scared of it, whenever the hit would come, my body would have one little jerk and that was it. I was always confused what this meant, I really didn't know why this happened. I still don't.
WOW!
Great thread.
This one made me think for a few minutes.
My earliest fantasies that I can remember, were at the age of 11. I had just discovered masturbation on my own. I remember laying in bed at night thinking about two female burglers dressed in black breaking in and tying me up. They would put something sharp in their pussy with the sharp point down and screw me. What is funny is I didnt get the birds and bees lecture until I was 12. I guess I was either one very perceptive pervy 11y/o or I had picked it up somewhere, ahthough I dont have a clue where.
...early wank fantasies...ahhh, the memories *gazes into middle distance*
Mine (at approx age 11) seemed to involved me being tied up, surrounded by, um...men (oh, to be the centre of so much attention! Albeit cruel attention )..men who did not have honourable intent. :D Dialogue has always been very important to me..in both fantasies and in a scene..and i seemed to develop a specific way of dealing with this. There was always some innocent, decent, all round 'good egg' amongst the men, who had been introduced to this, er, situation by one of the others, who was a work friend or something. He made a series of 'doing the right thing comment's ('oh, you should let her go' 'what on earth do you want her here for anyway?' - naive fool!)...these comments enabled the other characters to come out with increasingly pervy and cruel lines..in fact, often, i'd get off before actually getting to them doing anything...hee hee!
*blushing madly*
Later, it moved on to some sort of terrorists kidnapping me and torturing me or using me (sexually)..i have no idea what sort of terrorists they were or what they were terrorizing in the name of - LOL.
And, now..ah, well, if i told you, i'd have to kill ya. ;)
sl
My first "fantasies" were to be captured (kidnapped) and raised as an animal which included being trained and taught to please a man. Oddly enough, I had these fantasies when I was VERY young. I also used to play "Jeannie" alot (from I Dream Of Jeannie) where I wanted a "Master". Those are the two big fantasies I remember when I was younger.
What a great question. My first BDSM fanstasy was brought on by watching some kind of movie when I was younger and there were a bunch of boys being prepped to go into the military. They were lined up and all naked and there was a nurse inspecting them. I used to fantasize that was me. Having those boys and men bend over and I had a latex glove on and inspecting their genitals.
The first time I actually did any kind of act was when I was about 10, I had a boy who lived down the street and my mom found us in the back yard and I had tied him to the clothes line. I was teasing him with some toy or something he wanted. Little did we all know that 7 yrs later I would have my first boyfriend tied to his bed with handcuffs for hours while I teased him.
Well, the good part is that the fantasy above about the military men is still a big fantasy of mine & just a couple weeks ago, I was reminded again when I went and saw the movie, Notebook. Something wonderful about seeing a bunch of unsuspecting boys lined up naked with their hands in front of their cocks.
Well, I'll hafta ask my mom about Space 1999, but my dad had some old bubblegum cards called "Mars Attacks" (which I think you can find posted on the internet). I remember one where a giant spider was creeping towards a trapped girl. That was probably my earliest Damsels in Distress memory.Quote:
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Does anyone remember Space 1999? Barbara Bain, Martin Landau (Drusilla's parents!), mid-seventies? There was this one particular monster-- a mass of tendrils with a giant 'eye' in the center-- that would eat and dissolve anything in its path. I remember fantasizing about it catching a young female astronaut and dissolving just her clothes, then using it's many hands to grope and explore her party while she is trapped under it, squirming and saying 'no' a lot. As a mater of fact I did, it was the first season in a grave yard of space ships.
Sports Illustrated used to have a special on the making of their swimsuit issue, Thay still do them and some times put them on TV, or yu can bay them in vidio stores Kathy Ireland, I had a very complex fantasy involving her. The shoot was in Kenya, and the shoot was attacked by poachers hunting the kind of gentle game the women were posing with. The staff was killed, the models were taken captive, except for Kathy, who managed to escape and watch the whole thing taking place. Kathy was then 'saved' by huge hairy gorillas-- repeatedly 'saved', as I recall- Nice fantasy. Sounds like the beginings of a story.
OMG. :eek: How in the world did we have the same fantasy from the opposite sides of the ... uh... "headboard"? :D LOL! In my fantasy, I was always that nerdy one who wanted to be 'a part of the guys' but didn't have a clue what they were doing until I got there. I was the "good egg" saying, "Come on, let her go!" or "What if someone comes and catches you guys messing with her?" The bad part was that I was also the one that did the first "using" since I was the only virgin. The even worst part was that I was the one that never seemed to get enough and kept coming back for more and more. :(
I can't remember how old I was at the time but, many years later, I rented a truly horrid movie called "I Spit On Your Grave" (Don't even think about seeing it. If you haven't already, you're better off! :mad: ) and there was a nerdy guy in it who started out being too shy to "use" the girl in front of his buddies but got into the act after a while.
OK, now I'm totally embarrassed... (sigh)
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Yikes...that is a bit spooky isn't it..hell, Lajan, all we need is a few who played the nasty men in their fantasies..and we'll be good to go! :D
sl
Damn, that would "round it all out", wouldn't it? :D Unfortunately, (or should I say 'fortunately'? :confused: ) I don't know of any little monsters like the ones we both dreamed about. And that's pretty odd for both of us, isn't it? Did either of us EVER know anyone like the guys we dreamed about or did we both get infected with something from TV??? :cool:
However, slavelucy, as you can see by my latest avitar :p , I am perfectly willing to perform the master's role and whip you into shape until 4 or 5 guys volunteer for the "hard parts"... ;)
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LOL! Oooh, you stalwart, you! ;)Quote:
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As for did i know anybody like that; well, no..i knew guys who were cruel but only ever to willing victims! (damn them!! LOL - joke, obviously). Having said that, i didn't know anyone remotely like that when i was eleven! i think i was just infected by myself to be honest, although TV probably contributed somewhere, i'm sure.
sl
Well, now that you are fully indoctrinated into the "ravish me mode", just lay there for a while and I'll be right over to ravish you completely! Yummmm! "Just don't open your eyes too soon: it might not be me." Kansas
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I was an orphan in a slave market in China back in the days of the emperors. The emperor's procurer would be so struck by my beauty I'd be bought and taken to the palace, and at the tender age of ten I'd be trained to become the emperor's painslave. He liked to inflict pain and use his concubines anally, and most of them didn't, so they trained me to take the pain when the emperor was in a vicious mood. The Chief Concubine kept me constantly bound, and every day, at least once a day I'd be stimulated to orgasm (carefully not taking my virginity, of course) while getting a whipping. The intent was to make me associate pleasure with pain. And they filled my ass with larger and larger dildos, and I'd have to wear them all day because the emperor liked anal. When I was fourteen, the leagl age for those times, the emperor ordered me to his ed for the first time, and was so pleased I managed to cum three times, from my anal rape, my vaginal rape, and my flogging that he had me installed as Chief Concubine. The former Chief Concubine didn't like being supplanted so she sold me out f the palace, and I spent some time in the city, being abused and tortured in a chinese whorehouse for people who liked inflicting pain. My ability to cum under intense pain reaces the ears of the prince, who comes down to sample me, and he likes me so much he buys me and takes me to the palace to serve as the slave there. The emperor sees me one day orgasming under the prince's flogging of me, and recognizes me. The Chief Concubine is tortured and beheaded for selling me, and i take my place as the chief Concubine, for both the Emperor and the prince.
that is really hot fantasy jeangel... curious thought was that really your first fantasy? and what triggered it?
I started fantasizing about being submissive when I was 13. My family, one day out for a country ride, had found about 100 issues of playboy and penthouse on the side of the road, in a box. Well my parents kept them and those magazines sat on our back porch under a piano bench, next to my bedroom door all my teen life. At night as I lay in bed, I started reading the articles and stories. The bondage related ones always made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and always stuck in my mind. So I started to seek those stories out, ripping the pages out and making my own collection of stories that I liked the best. After reading the stories, I would lay there and masturbate and fantasize. I would dream about how I was placed on a table in the center of about 5 men, sometimes the men were young boys my age. Slowly I would be stripped of my clothes as each man would touch and tease me as they took a piece of clothing from me. I would be tied up then and they would take their turns with me. They would stand around me, jacking off while each of them took turns ravishing me one by one. Sometimes I turned the fantasy into Bikers that captured me and took me out to the desert and had their way with me in the same kind of scenario. I was always the submissive one in my fantasies growing up. Not the “helpless damsel in distress” kinda girl….just the submissive one. :p
I believe that I was born submissive; almost everything about me is submissive, right down to my vanilla personality… ;)
I thank whoever dropped that huge box of Magazines on the side of the road that day. I feel that was the awakening of my submission, as it brought out what I feel is natural to me. :D
angelpet
Yes, that was my first fantasy. I was ten, and I had this report for Social Studies class where I had to give a brief history of my culture. I'm Korean, and knew nothing, so I went and did some research. While I was working on the report I noticed that invaders from the two main empires in Asia were constantly invading the smaller countries and trying to take over, and Korea was one. And i figured that if they fought battles, they'd take prisoners of war, too. Later that same year I read a book called 'Spring Moon' by Bette Bao Lord for English class, and that introduced to me to the whole notion of children raised by concubines within the confines of the Forbidden City. It was only months later that I realized when I went to pick up my summer reading list I picked up the wrong list. The reading list I picked up had The Taming of the Shrew and The Handmaid's Tale and Jane Eyre on it, and i read all the books on the list, and loved every book. and when i went back to school and handed the ten reports for my summer reading to the teacher, i found out that I had books like Black Beauty, Heidi, and Charlotte's Web on my list, not the fun stuff I had read over the summer. I did get my summer reading credits, and the teacher did grade my reports, but my mother was scandalized when I asked if I could get a pass to start checking the 'Fourth Grade and up' books from the school library. Why would anyone want to read 'Tom Sawyer' when they could read 'Handmaid's Tale?' I loved that book. Still love it. Just the whole idea of wearing a uniform that marks you as someone's fuck girl, and being forced to submit to having sex with a man because his wife can't have kids and she wants them.. ooh.
You know, it's funny how different people perceive text or what turns different people on, because despite my sexual tastes (heh! ;) ), i felt nothing but utter bleakness and sadness during much of 'The Handmaids Tale'. (infact, it was one of the very few novels that have ever actually made me cry). Ever since reading your post, i've been trying to figure why this is...and the only words that come to mind are passionless, claustrophobic and well, bleak. i am quite confused by my own feelings towards it, because i find the actual notion of sexual slavery quite horny, in fantasy, but Atwood doesn't present it as fantasy, it's grittily and horrifyingly real.Quote:
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Anyway, i'm rambling, just thought i'd add all that for no other reason than to say thanks, i like hearing about different perspectives on books and your post was quite thought provoking to me.
sl
P.S. jaeangel - that first fantasy you posted - crikey, you could make that into a novel! It's so detailed and intricate for such an early fantasy.
Thank you so much for your response, jeanangel, I truly enjoyed it. It is amazing how books can trigger emotions and fantasies, and how, as lucy pointed out, same read has different meanings for different people.
I have to admit that I did not read the books you are referring to, but now they are on my list – curiosity ;).
It is most amazing and intricate fantasy for such an early age. Thank you for sharing.
Well...yes, I guess it was...i guess we all know why I'm becoming a writer! (I'm working on my third full-length novel right now, and it's the first one I've thought actually might have a hope of getting published. It's not BDSM, though, it's a regular historical fiction. Does involve rape and torture though, if only in a glossed-over, nonspecific way.)Quote:
P.S. jaeangel - that first fantasy you posted - crikey, you could make that into a novel! It's so detailed and intricate for such an early fantasy.
But I 'bloomed' early; I had breasts at six (or rather, mosquito bites) and got my first period at seven. By the time i was ten my hormones were in full swing. I started regularly masturbating at twelve. I was raped at fourteen by my 18 year old boyfriend, who took me out to a school dance and drugged me into having sex. If he'd asked, i would have consented, as long as he used a condom; but he didn't ask, and he didn't use a condom. So I had to have an abortion after that; well, I wasn't physically, emotionally, or mentally capable of caring for a child then. I know the abortion debate's been done to death, but considering my age and the fact that I was drugged, i had a good reason. I do feel guilty abut it sometimes, for all those who are about to launch into a vitriolic denunciation of my choice; but it was the only choice I could have made at the time.
Thank you for the compliments!
Most of the book I didn't like; it was grittily realistic and in its own way very depressing. It wasn't really the book, it was just...the whole idea of sexual slavery, i guess; the fact that sex could be ritualized and brought forward to that extent. The idea that women could go about wearing clothes that marked them as fuck toys, and nobody would say they were bad, or dirty.
My mother was a strict, traditional Korean mother, my father a very strict Irish Catholic, and sex was a taboo topic in the house. I actually didn't know what a 'period' was for until two years after it started; I hid it from my mother for a whole year before she found out, because I was afraid of her reaction if I spoke about something happening to me 'down there'. She just bought me pads, showed me how to put it in my panties, and said, 'It's normal.' My older sister didn't get her period until she was fourteen, so I couldn't even ask her that; we didn't get along anyway. And nobody else in my class, or anyone I knew, had it. i was ashamed to ask the school nurse, cause that sort of thing i thought was supposed to be told you by your mother, not a stranger. And when they started sex ed courses in school (you might remember that you had to get signed permission slips to take sex ed in those days) and my mother never signed those slips. I spent sex ed in the library doing homework and reading. I didn't have an actual sex ed course until my senior year in high school, when I took the little pink slip Mom refused to sign and forged her name to it (well, I was eighteen, I thought i was old enough to make my own choices by then) and listened to the teacher repeat the stuff I'd already learned from the books I'd read. It was redundant, by that point; but informative, all the same. And it counted as a Physical Education credit, which i needed because i failed gym the first semester.
Okay, I'm rambling. That was too much info. Thanks for listening anyway!
Made me feel for you, made me gasp at the ignorance and brutality, made me laugh, thank you jaeange for sharing your experiences with us.
There is few things that amazes me in this day and age, and one of them is “to much information”! There is still way to many people out there that are to stick up to talk to about life. I hope this forum is not being perceived that way. You are welcome to talk to us here – or in private – it is always refreshing to meet interesting people.
Looking forward reading more from you. *smile*
slavelucy, it's rather odd that you would mention turning that fantasy into a novel, because when I first read this thread it got me to thinking about my early fanatsies. I picked out this one and started writing. I have two chapters done. Then I decided to post to this thread, saw the reaction, and i wondered if you'd like to read it. If so, please send me an email at baemaminski@msn.com and I'll send you what I have. And, redEva, if you'd like to read it too, feel free. And anyone else, of course. I won't guarantee it will become a novel (novel=70,000+ words) but it will beome a multi-chapter piece. I kind of lost interest in it, because I didn't think it was very good, but if you like it I'll probably continue. I'm currently working on another piece of BDSM fic for a couple of other people titled 'Slave Daughter', and on my full-length historical novel 'Knight and Squire' but I think I could squeeze another project in.
Please let me know if this is something you might be interested in. I do write, and have been considering posting some of my stuff to the Library, but i don't know if my stuff is good enough. I'd appreciate feedback.
Thank you for listening!
Great story! I really got started with "recycled" Playboys and Penthouses, too. I saved some of them to this day and the ones like Billy Carter's interview and John Lennon's last interview usually impress even the women I know. ("See honey? I do read the articles!"). My friends and I used to discuss the Forum section of Penthouse and, from time to time, I was asked to loan one. It was years later that I discovered why... :eek: :D
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I did not get a chance to save any of the Playboys and Penthouses or even the stories that i tore out...but i do remember my younger brother asking one day as we were all sitting around bs'ing about the past..."I wonder who tore out a bunch of the stories in those magazines?" I just sat there with this sly smirk on my face! hehehe ;)