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BlueVelvet · March 23rd, 2018, 01:31 AM

No idea this thread existed - many thanks for all the great reads.

So much I could add, but I'll try to keep it short for now. I may have mentioned somewhere else, but I was 'somewhat' lucky enough to work in a small, local newsagents in my mid-teens during the 1980s. It was quite a small shop, with the counter about 10 feet away from the wall of mags and newspapers. The 'top shelf' was actually at floor-level, kept in the far corner. While most of the stock was your basic soft-porn (PB, PH, Mayfair, etc.) it was more than enough to keep my 15 year-old senses in a tizz, the fear of cracking a hard-on every few minutes palpable. What I found incredible was the soft smell that was attached to the porn mags themselves, as if all that female wonder was too much for the pages.

I say 'somewhat' lucky, because there were two major drawbacks. 1. The owners (a husband and wife) were friends with my mum, so any major lingering around the back corner would have got home pretty quick and 2. most of the mags were wrapped in plastic. So like many of you, it was the covers themselves that took on mythical importance on my journey for carnal delights.

When I started the job, the first cover that became an obsession was the US import of the latest Penthouse. Funnily enough, I didn't recognize the girl's face, but I could swear I had seen those fabulous tits before. The mag wasn't wrapped, but it took a couple of weeks before I could find a few minutes 'alone time' to examine more closely, only to discover one of the great disappointments in life - so many times, the cover-girl will not be featured inside.

But I took note of the girl's name - an obsession with Joanne was born.

March 23rd, 2018, 01:31 AM	#126
BlueVelvet Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2008 Posts: 221 Thanks: 2,085 Thanked 10,819 Times in 221 Posts	No idea this thread existed - many thanks for all the great reads. So much I could add, but I'll try to keep it short for now. I may have mentioned somewhere else, but I was 'somewhat' lucky enough to work in a small, local newsagents in my mid-teens during the 1980s. It was quite a small shop, with the counter about 10 feet away from the wall of mags and newspapers. The 'top shelf' was actually at floor-level, kept in the far corner. While most of the stock was your basic soft-porn (PB, PH, Mayfair, etc.) it was more than enough to keep my 15 year-old senses in a tizz, the fear of cracking a hard-on every few minutes palpable. What I found incredible was the soft smell that was attached to the porn mags themselves, as if all that female wonder was too much for the pages. I say 'somewhat' lucky, because there were two major drawbacks. 1. The owners (a husband and wife) were friends with my mum, so any major lingering around the back corner would have got home pretty quick and 2. most of the mags were wrapped in plastic. So like many of you, it was the covers themselves that took on mythical importance on my journey for carnal delights. When I started the job, the first cover that became an obsession was the US import of the latest Penthouse. Funnily enough, I didn't recognize the girl's face, but I could swear I had seen those fabulous tits before. The mag wasn't wrapped, but it took a couple of weeks before I could find a few minutes 'alone time' to examine more closely, only to discover one of the great disappointments in life - so many times, the cover-girl will not be featured inside. But I took note of the girl's name - an obsession with Joanne was born.