Buying Porn Magazines, was it a turn on for you? - Page 12

**Girlfan** · March 20th, 2013, 11:30 AM

What a great thread! It’s brought back lots of memories of guilt-ridden smut buying adventures back in the 1980s and 90s! Not so much a turn-on for me, as a nerve-shredding, heart pounding time of terror – still, such was the pull of porn that I just couldn’t help myself, and was a regular buyer from the age of 18 (a late starter compared to some on this thread!) right up until about 10 or 12 years ago.
I first bought a magazine back in December 1980 – it was the Christmas issue of Fiesta. I was always a little shy and reserved in my teens and twenties, so I'm amazed that I chose to make my first purchase in a very crowded, public place – Menzies’ bookstall on Liverpool Lime Street Station. The magazines were all behind the counter, as well, so you had to ask the assistant to pass you what you wanted. A big moment in my life, so it seems, because I can still picture the girl who served me, more that 30 years on (late 20s, not that attractive, shortish dark hair and big glasses).
Though I did buy a few more magazines from there, in the main all my subsequent porn purchases were made at local (but not too local) newsagents. For some weird psychological reason I can’t fathom, I always avoided male assistants, and female assistants who were not at least 10 years older than me, and preferably plain rather than attractive. I was painfully shy at the time, and somehow a middle-aged homely woman was just less intimidating.
My routine was always the same: check out the shop to ensure that there were no other customers in there (mid-afternoon was always a good time), and that the right sort of assistant was on duty. Then a quick dash into the shop, a quick scan of the goodies before making a choice and paying up. Of course, I always bought a copy of the local paper as well, to hide the mag in as I left the shop.
Sadly, no stories to relate of teenage lusts being slaked by gorgeous 30-something female newsagent staff. The best I can offer is that a lady who often served me – she was probably early 30s with dark curly hair – always used to say “hello” when I came into the shop, and always gave me a smile. Somehow, unlike most of the others who served me down the years, she didn’t give the impression that she thought I should be strung up for my heinous crime of buying this month’s Men Only. She also had a slightly strange habit of reading the magazine title out loud before stating the price – something like! “Whitehouse – that’s £1.70”. I sometimes used to wish that the magazines in my local paper shop had more explicit titles, just so I could hear her say “Sex-Starved Sluts with wet C*nts – that’s £1.95”!
The worst experience, which I’ve related before, was when I was about 20. I was in a petrol station, and noticed amongst the rack of smut a big boob special. Now, I'm not especially into big tits, but for some reason I felt compelled to buy that mag, there and then. There was no-one else in the shop, but the assistant was a beautiful, tall, self-confident blonde girl of 25 – exactly the type of girl I’d usually avoid buying porn from. Sure enough, when I presented the magazine to her, the opening gambit was “sorry, you have to be over eighteen to buy magazines like that”, before laughing and taking my money. I knew she was laughing at me, not with me, and her victory was complete. Still she wasn’t quite done with me yet: “have fun with your magazine” she said as I turned, burning with shame, to go. Her coup de grace was a softly whispered (though not so softly that I couldn’t hear) “wanker” as I left. The rout complete, I never did go back to that garage!
When the internet arrived, I more or less stopped buying porn, except vintage stuff from the likes of Jobbydealer. As well as the shame of going into a newsagents to buy the stuff, I was becoming increasingly turned off by the fake tits, shaved girls, tatoos and body piercings which seemed to be all too pervasive in modern-day magazines.

**Sharkhunter** · March 20th, 2013, 01:57 PM

Brilliant post Girlfan, and just reading your description of the petrol station story made me cringe! I probably would have said back "Oh I will!" after being told to have fun though...

I do remember this process...

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Originally Posted by Girlfan

My routine was always the same: check out the shop to ensure that there were no other customers in there (mid-afternoon was always a good time), and that the right sort of assistant was on duty. Then a quick dash into the shop, a quick scan of the goodies before making a choice and paying up. Of course, I always bought a copy of the local paper as well, to hide the mag in as I left the shop.

I think some variation of this was carried out by almost every young porn-buyer all over the world... I sometimes used to buy the Daily Mail as a deliberately ironic "cover" sometimes. What was the worst thing was walking into an empty shop, and just as you were about grab that mad a bunch of schoolkids or a gaggle of grannies would tumble in through the door. The grannies were the worst.

bagpuss12 · March 21st, 2013, 05:55 PM

Most embarrassing thing that happened to me was the time I had gone to a regular corner shop. It was normally very quite. This day was no exception. I picked up the 3 mags I wanted, paid for them, turned round and about 12 people had come through the door. As I was trying to stuff the mags in my jacket I managed to drop all my change. Pound coins rolling around all the over place. If it had been pennies i would left them but instead had to wander around picking it all up all the while knowing that everyone could see what I had brought.

**Sharkhunter** · March 21st, 2013, 06:40 PM

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Originally Posted by bagpuss12

Most embarrassing thing that happened to me was the time I had gone to a regular corner shop. It was normally very quite. This day was no exception. I picked up the 3 mags I wanted, paid for them, turned round and about 12 people had come through the door. As I was trying to stuff the mags in my jacket I managed to drop all my change. Pound coins rolling around all the over place. If it had been pennies i would left them but instead had to wander around picking it all up all the while knowing that everyone could see what I had brought.

Ground swallow-up moment. Thankfully I never went through one of those. I actually read about a guy who really had to reach up to get to the top shelf, who after getting his mag soon found half a dozen others tumbling down around him. Cue half a dozen people entering the shop as he was on his hands and knees swimming in a sea of smut...

**Cheekymonkey** · March 22nd, 2013, 01:50 AM

Stealing them was even more of a buzz.

arkon4 · March 22nd, 2013, 03:24 PM

I had a favourite back street newsagent that had a good selection that you could easily see from outside the shop. An old couple (well they seemed old they were probably in their late forties) never batted an eyelid and the lady always put my purchase into a neatly folded paper bag.

Two unusual purchases also come to mind, the first when I was slightly tanked up on Christmas Eve sometime in the mid to late 80s when I bought the copy of M*yf@ir with Mel Appleby in WHSmiths... the lass must have been around 19 but for some reason I really didn't seem to care!

The other was a spontaneous purchase of a magazine I had never seen before and I don't remember seeing since and that was called Sexasi@nal and featured -believe it or not - Asian girls (real ones not like the suntanned caucasian girls that were being pushed out in Asi@n B@bes about the same time!), anyway, I took it to the till and the bloke got a bit shirty "You want to buy that?" he says, I said yes and he went into a right huff. Even now I'm not sure if he was a hypocrite for stocking the magazine if he was so bothered about that type of porn or because he (as an asian chap) didn't think a white man should be interested in asian lasses!

**Sharkhunter** · March 22nd, 2013, 07:33 PM

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Originally Posted by Cheekymonkey

Stealing them was even more of a buzz.

Nah, couldn't do that. Imagine trying to explain your actions if you were ever caught? That would have been worse than being rumbled when trying to buy one.

**Cheekymonkey** · March 23rd, 2013, 01:34 AM

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Originally Posted by Sharkhunter

Nah, couldn't do that. Imagine trying to explain your actions if you were ever caught? That would have been worse than being rumbled when trying to buy one.

I was very young at the time, and too young to buy legally. So, determined to get my fill of nude unavailable women I would not be deterred and was too sly to get caught. At the other end of the shop away from the till and proprietor I'd to reach up to the top shelf and grab two copies, drop one onto the newspapers below. I'd replace the mag, and stuff the remaining one inside a newspaper, go up to the till, show the owner the paper, and toss some coinage his way, and be on my merry way. Failure was not an option. Of course, that was before the ubiquitous bar code and need for scanning.
I am a good boy now, and would never do something like that!

Ian Dury sung a brilliant song on this topic called "Razzle in My Pocket'.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0hT5iIAe43Y

pornmagfan · April 5th, 2013, 08:19 PM

Cool thread.

I think like a lot of folk here buying mags for me was a heart-pounding, awkward experience. I would never say it was a turn-on but it was a bit of a thrill when you held your nerve and saw the mission through!

Again like most folk I tended to go quite far away to reduce the risk of someone I knew seeing me...also, bigger cities were much more anonymous. I also generally went very early in the morning, when it was dead quiet - much less likely to have other folk come in and interrupt. I also generally packed a bag with stuff for swimming - helped explain to the parents AND conceal the evidence when I returned!

First time I did it I was 17 and had found an amazing treasure trove of a place in Glasgow. It was a newsagents, but the vast majority of stuff it sold was topshelf mags, it was almost funny. There were so many shelves that they actually came down to eye level and you could scan them perfectly without craning your neck!

I got a bit bolder and bought quite a lot in other places and - as it was early morning -generally ended up buying 4 or 5 at once, although I didn't quite like how long it took to ring all that through. I generally felt a lot easier with guys serving me as I thought they'd probably have done the same thing...although I was relatively ok with women if they were Asian (not quite sure why, maybe they just seemed less prissy about it).

Maybe my favourite time was having felt confident enough to actually scan the mags and pick something and not just grab the first Paul Raymond mag I saw, I saw a Leg Sex mag and thought "mmm, interesting...", I got an extra kick that the Asian woman who served me saw a slightly kinkier side of me that time!

Sadly as I've gotten a little older I'm actually finding it harder to buy them, have bottled it the last few times, especially given that its so easy to get internet porn, or even mags delivered via the net, and the mags nowadays are wafer-thin, telephone-sex-advert-stuffed shadows of the tit-and-pussy crammed mags of old.

But I still believe its the best medium for porn, I know that make me slightly old-fashioned now (I'm only 31!) but there's something about a glossy jazz mag with a hot girl or a dirty cover that the internet just can't compete with...!

bighands · May 31st, 2013, 03:05 PM

For the first 17 years of my life I was too shy to do more than furtively glance at the top shelf. After that I got access to the fabulous infinite porn machine of the world wide web but I never stopped making those furtive glances.

A few months back day I finally confronted my weakness. At the age of 32. Went to the local newsagents and hung around until it was empty. Older asian guy serving. Bought voluptuous and xlgirls.

This month I've had no Internet access so I bought a couple more.

First was in a sex shop in the city where I work. Walked in and the woman behind the counter said a cheerful hello. Browsed the mags for a bit but couldn't find what I wanted so asked her if they had xlgirls. She was very helpful and friendly and found me a copy from November under the counter. New experience having a female help me find wank material but not awkward because of the setting.

Next was today. Busy newsagent this time. Woman serving. A few women in the queue. My heart was pounding. Bought the mag to the mild distain of the assistant. Walked out a champion and got a bit hard.

Next on my list is to buy a bbw mag from a shy young fat girl. That would be amazing.

March 20th, 2013, 11:30 AM	#111
Girlfan Vintage Member Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: England, 'Up North! Posts: 2,297 Thanks: 65,934 Thanked 80,691 Times in 2,314 Posts	What a great thread! It’s brought back lots of memories of guilt-ridden smut buying adventures back in the 1980s and 90s! Not so much a turn-on for me, as a nerve-shredding, heart pounding time of terror – still, such was the pull of porn that I just couldn’t help myself, and was a regular buyer from the age of 18 (a late starter compared to some on this thread!) right up until about 10 or 12 years ago. I first bought a magazine back in December 1980 – it was the Christmas issue of Fiesta. I was always a little shy and reserved in my teens and twenties, so I'm amazed that I chose to make my first purchase in a very crowded, public place – Menzies’ bookstall on Liverpool Lime Street Station. The magazines were all behind the counter, as well, so you had to ask the assistant to pass you what you wanted. A big moment in my life, so it seems, because I can still picture the girl who served me, more that 30 years on (late 20s, not that attractive, shortish dark hair and big glasses). Though I did buy a few more magazines from there, in the main all my subsequent porn purchases were made at local (but not too local) newsagents. For some weird psychological reason I can’t fathom, I always avoided male assistants, and female assistants who were not at least 10 years older than me, and preferably plain rather than attractive. I was painfully shy at the time, and somehow a middle-aged homely woman was just less intimidating. My routine was always the same: check out the shop to ensure that there were no other customers in there (mid-afternoon was always a good time), and that the right sort of assistant was on duty. Then a quick dash into the shop, a quick scan of the goodies before making a choice and paying up. Of course, I always bought a copy of the local paper as well, to hide the mag in as I left the shop. Sadly, no stories to relate of teenage lusts being slaked by gorgeous 30-something female newsagent staff. The best I can offer is that a lady who often served me – she was probably early 30s with dark curly hair – always used to say “hello” when I came into the shop, and always gave me a smile. Somehow, unlike most of the others who served me down the years, she didn’t give the impression that she thought I should be strung up for my heinous crime of buying this month’s Men Only. She also had a slightly strange habit of reading the magazine title out loud before stating the price – something like! “Whitehouse – that’s £1.70”. I sometimes used to wish that the magazines in my local paper shop had more explicit titles, just so I could hear her say “Sex-Starved Sluts with wet Cnts* – that’s £1.95”! The worst experience, which I’ve related before, was when I was about 20. I was in a petrol station, and noticed amongst the rack of smut a big boob special. Now, I'm not especially into big tits, but for some reason I felt compelled to buy that mag, there and then. There was no-one else in the shop, but the assistant was a beautiful, tall, self-confident blonde girl of 25 – exactly the type of girl I’d usually avoid buying porn from. Sure enough, when I presented the magazine to her, the opening gambit was “sorry, you have to be over eighteen to buy magazines like that”, before laughing and taking my money. I knew she was laughing at me, not with me, and her victory was complete. Still she wasn’t quite done with me yet: “have fun with your magazine” she said as I turned, burning with shame, to go. Her coup de grace was a softly whispered (though not so softly that I couldn’t hear) “wanker” as I left. The rout complete, I never did go back to that garage! When the internet arrived, I more or less stopped buying porn, except vintage stuff from the likes of Jobbydealer. As well as the shame of going into a newsagents to buy the stuff, I was becoming increasingly turned off by the fake tits, shaved girls, tatoos and body piercings which seemed to be all too pervasive in modern-day magazines. __________________ Girlfan Last edited by Girlfan; March 20th, 2013 at 04:38 PM.. Reason: punctuation mistake

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March 21st, 2013, 05:55 PM	#113
bagpuss12 Member Join Date: Dec 2008 Posts: 52 Thanks: 124 Thanked 457 Times in 52 Posts	Most embarrassing thing that happened to me was the time I had gone to a regular corner shop. It was normally very quite. This day was no exception. I picked up the 3 mags I wanted, paid for them, turned round and about 12 people had come through the door. As I was trying to stuff the mags in my jacket I managed to drop all my change. Pound coins rolling around all the over place. If it had been pennies i would left them but instead had to wander around picking it all up all the while knowing that everyone could see what I had brought.

March 22nd, 2013, 01:50 AM	#115
Cheekymonkey Vintage Member Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Wherever I Lay My Toupee Posts: 694 Thanks: 3,062 Thanked 14,873 Times in 686 Posts	Stealing them was even more of a buzz.

March 22nd, 2013, 03:24 PM	#116
arkon4 Member Join Date: Jul 2007 Posts: 41 Thanks: 1,402 Thanked 757 Times in 31 Posts	I had a favourite back street newsagent that had a good selection that you could easily see from outside the shop. An old couple (well they seemed old they were probably in their late forties) never batted an eyelid and the lady always put my purchase into a neatly folded paper bag. Two unusual purchases also come to mind, the first when I was slightly tanked up on Christmas Eve sometime in the mid to late 80s when I bought the copy of M*yf@ir with Mel Appleby in WHSmiths... the lass must have been around 19 but for some reason I really didn't seem to care! The other was a spontaneous purchase of a magazine I had never seen before and I don't remember seeing since and that was called Sexasi@nal and featured -believe it or not - Asian girls (real ones not like the suntanned caucasian girls that were being pushed out in Asi@n B@bes about the same time!), anyway, I took it to the till and the bloke got a bit shirty "You want to buy that?" he says, I said yes and he went into a right huff. Even now I'm not sure if he was a hypocrite for stocking the magazine if he was so bothered about that type of porn or because he (as an asian chap) didn't think a white man should be interested in asian lasses!

April 5th, 2013, 08:19 PM	#119
pornmagfan Junior Member Join Date: Feb 2010 Posts: 2 Thanks: 8 Thanked 23 Times in 2 Posts	Cool thread. I think like a lot of folk here buying mags for me was a heart-pounding, awkward experience. I would never say it was a turn-on but it was a bit of a thrill when you held your nerve and saw the mission through! Again like most folk I tended to go quite far away to reduce the risk of someone I knew seeing me...also, bigger cities were much more anonymous. I also generally went very early in the morning, when it was dead quiet - much less likely to have other folk come in and interrupt. I also generally packed a bag with stuff for swimming - helped explain to the parents AND conceal the evidence when I returned! First time I did it I was 17 and had found an amazing treasure trove of a place in Glasgow. It was a newsagents, but the vast majority of stuff it sold was topshelf mags, it was almost funny. There were so many shelves that they actually came down to eye level and you could scan them perfectly without craning your neck! I got a bit bolder and bought quite a lot in other places and - as it was early morning -generally ended up buying 4 or 5 at once, although I didn't quite like how long it took to ring all that through. I generally felt a lot easier with guys serving me as I thought they'd probably have done the same thing...although I was relatively ok with women if they were Asian (not quite sure why, maybe they just seemed less prissy about it). Maybe my favourite time was having felt confident enough to actually scan the mags and pick something and not just grab the first Paul Raymond mag I saw, I saw a Leg Sex mag and thought "mmm, interesting...", I got an extra kick that the Asian woman who served me saw a slightly kinkier side of me that time! Sadly as I've gotten a little older I'm actually finding it harder to buy them, have bottled it the last few times, especially given that its so easy to get internet porn, or even mags delivered via the net, and the mags nowadays are wafer-thin, telephone-sex-advert-stuffed shadows of the tit-and-pussy crammed mags of old. But I still believe its the best medium for porn, I know that make me slightly old-fashioned now (I'm only 31!) but there's something about a glossy jazz mag with a hot girl or a dirty cover that the internet just can't compete with...!

May 31st, 2013, 03:05 PM	#120
bighands Junior Member Join Date: Mar 2009 Posts: 7 Thanks: 1 Thanked 29 Times in 2 Posts	For the first 17 years of my life I was too shy to do more than furtively glance at the top shelf. After that I got access to the fabulous infinite porn machine of the world wide web but I never stopped making those furtive glances. A few months back day I finally confronted my weakness. At the age of 32. Went to the local newsagents and hung around until it was empty. Older asian guy serving. Bought voluptuous and xlgirls. This month I've had no Internet access so I bought a couple more. First was in a sex shop in the city where I work. Walked in and the woman behind the counter said a cheerful hello. Browsed the mags for a bit but couldn't find what I wanted so asked her if they had xlgirls. She was very helpful and friendly and found me a copy from November under the counter. New experience having a female help me find wank material but not awkward because of the setting. Next was today. Busy newsagent this time. Woman serving. A few women in the queue. My heart was pounding. Bought the mag to the mild distain of the assistant. Walked out a champion and got a bit hard. Next on my list is to buy a bbw mag from a shy young fat girl. That would be amazing.