Most of my early porn-mag buying adventures took place at a newsagents not too far from where I lived, usually to get either Mayfair or the UK edition of PH. Looking back, I gave myself ample opportunity to bump into people I knew!
There was a definitely a thrill, and the attendant twitching in the loins. It was a kind of intoxicating feeling, a mixture of the "naughtiness" of it all, together with expectations of what delights would be within the pages of the mags, and also excitement at this new pastime. I can't really remember being that concerned about who was working behind the counter at the shop, provided that I could buy the mags and make a quick exit, with the minimum of fuss.
One thing I do recall is sometimes wearing a coat or heavy jacket, even at the height of summer, in order to conceal my purchases on the journey home!
Later on, the novelty slowly began to diminish, and buying the magazines became as mundane and routine as purchasing a newspaper or a packet of sweets!
Last edited by anglocat; June 18th, 2017 at 03:03 PM..
Reason: abbreviate magazine name.
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