Buying Porn Magazines, was it a turn on for you? - Page 33

Jonj8282 · January 29th, 2019, 12:38 PM

When I first started buying them in my mid to late teens my heart used to pump as I excitedly chose from the selection on the top shelf as quickly as I could before anyone else came into the newsagent. There was also a 2nd hand book shop in Liverpool that also sold used porn mags that I visited and I could peruse for much longer (with hidden hard on in my trousers). When I was older, I went to several porn shops including one in Madrid where the salespersons were young ladies and I found I was extremely turned on buying mags and dvds knowing they knew I was going home to stroke to them

drongo123 · November 18th, 2019, 11:34 AM

Many great posts in this thread, much of which I recognise! Thought i'd add my recollections:

First rag purchased - late 80s, 'Best of Escort'. I was probably 16/17, and just one day knew I had to not only look at a skin rag that day, but buy one also - as though in my tender years I somehow knew there'd be some furtive, demented joy attached to said act. I schlepped off to some grotty corner newsagent (English owned despite the corner location!) which was called 'Emeny's'. Of course, it was widely known as 'Emenas' which only added to the sordidness of the affair. The thing with this shop was that the skin rag shelves were so placed by the window that as one walked by in the street one could see perhaps a two-foot wide slice of shelving, and therefore get a quick recce and evaluation of the goods on display. Due to the laws of physics, the further one was from the window, the greater the angle which then allowed for viewing, and consider also that viewing time was directly related to speed of walking. I often wonder if it was a locally observed that as certain men walked past the shop they would suddenly be afflicted by a blatant retardation in speed, simultaneously sweeping dangerously out towards the edge of the pavement! It was having done the geometry that I had spied the 'Best of Escort' I was compelled to buy.

Cut a long story short - I entered the shop. There was a woman, English, maybe 30s which of course seemed very old and mature, and not unattractive. I made a bee line for the skin rag. As I reached up I felt I was going to faint! I took the rag in shaking hands and placed in on the counter- placed so that the price was obvious, fearing valuable seconds might be wasted in looking for a price during which time a vicar, females, family members etc would enter! We made the transaction. So far so good. But then in order to try to appear 'natural' something drove me to make conversation! I asked 'Do you know when the next issue of Back Street Heroes is coming in? Like, why did I do that!?!? Maybe because I felt to buy the skin rag and immediately skiddaddle might make me look like a pervert lol? Did I think it would make me appear grown-up as I asked in my shakey teenage falsetto? Anyway, rag purchased - and a good one it was too!

After I'd calmed down some months later, I was passing an Indian shop (whose windows also allowed recce al-fresco and spied Escort Girls of Norwich (86? Tracey Middlemass cover). Had to buy it. Several recces before finding the shop empty. I walked in shaking like a leaf. Indian old bag behind counter. I reached up and grab the skin rag and placed it on counter. Her withered claw thumbed the rag and then exclaimed loudly 'You want two-ooooOoOoOoO? - wtf?! I had picked up two rags together with my clumsy shaking hands. 'er no!' I mumbled, paid for one rag but to my horror their was the other skin rag there on the counter to mark my shame for all to see! Walking home was always fraught with concern, however much one had already prepped one's bag to have a 'sanitised' area ready to house the skin rag without delay. Suffice to say, Escort, 86, it was a great rag!

Years later I was living in Chippenham. Supplier of rags was another Indian shop with an old bag serving whose disdain was showing as she served the smut which her husband provided. It was often busy in there, hence I worked out that buying two rags would cover times when entry was impossible. I definitely noticed that buying two rags had an extra frisson rather than just one, as though one had stepped into a new league. Twice the grot, twice the sicko! Usually it would be an Escort and a Razzle - that seemed to be an ideal combination. I think on one or two occasions I may have purchased three skin rags at the same time - I reckoned to myself this somehow lessened the shame as though the shopkeeper would be thinking 'Three!? he must be buying them for workmates... lol!

On a couple of occasions I had purchased from mumsy middle-aged English women. Something quite pleasant about this as though a bad secret was unburdened on someone I could relate to. Overall, buying from women I found easier than from a guy.

Extra technique- while schlepping home, on foot or on the bus, this was an opportunity to look inside one's bag as though looking for change etc but thumbing a few pages inside the bag. Even better if one spied a particularly hot tart who hit the spot! Knowing there was more to see but having to wait! These were the late 80s and very early 90s when Escort and Razzle were excellent. Days sadly gone.

bagpuss12 · December 30th, 2019, 09:29 PM

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Originally Posted by muggly

My first purchase at 16(I looked older) I had a conflict of butterflies in my stomach and a build up of ready to blast out sperm knocking at the front door of my knob and trying to push my pants and jeans to one side. I must have looked like a sweaty pale skinned zombie as the shopkeeper pushed the mag into a brown paper bag. I think I got as far as the main model before my cock gave way to the impending dambuster. Can't remember which mag but it might have been Whitehouse or similar title.

My first load was always shot well before I got all the way through a mag. The excitement of buying the mag and the long walk home always made it impossible. Sometimes before I'd even taken my pants off.

twed · December 31st, 2019, 03:17 AM

I used to stand for ages flicking through them to decide which to buy. If I found the shop keeper attractive it was an incredible turn on for me, especially if it was an Indian or Pakistani girl that I knew hated the magazines. There was something hot about knowing they were more embarrassed than me

**Historian** · December 31st, 2019, 06:47 PM

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Originally Posted by bagpuss12

My first load was always shot well before I got all the way through a mag. The excitement of buying the mag and the long walk home always made it impossible. Sometimes before I'd even taken my pants off.

Thinking back to my teens, that sense of anticipation was a big part of the thrill of buying a new mag. I've probably told this one in another thread. but one of the best times of my early porn-buying career was the last few months before I went off to uni- During the last few weeks before my A-level exams, our 6th form binned the normal lesson timetable in favour of study leave and revision workshops, which meant we weren't going into school for a full day, and often didn't need to be in until late morning, so no point catching the school bus.

At the same time, my Dad sometimes had to commute to head office in London for meetings, so on his 'train days' once a week or so, as I'd just passed my driving test I was entrusted with the family car, on condition I dropped him off at the station at about 6:00am. So by the time I'd done that, I was home by about 6:30, with a good hour to kill before anyone else was up and about.

Well, that opportunity was far too good to pass up- drop Dad off, stop off at the newsagent near the station for the latest Mayfair or Men Only on the way back, and that drive home, with a fresh new mag in my coat pocket, and a stiff cock in my pants, knowing that within half-an-hour I'd be in the privacy of my bedroom enjoying a damn good wank over my latest buy, was just the best feeling in the world

bagpuss12 · January 1st, 2020, 01:02 AM

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Originally Posted by Historian

Well, that opportunity was far too good to pass up- drop Dad off, stop off at the newsagent near the station for the latest Mayfair or Men Only on the way back, and that drive home, with a fresh new mag in my coat pocket, and a stiff cock in my pants, knowing that within half-an-hour I'd be in the privacy of my bedroom enjoying a damn good wank over my latest buy, was just the best feeling in the world

Absolutely understand this. Often had a lot of free time before school that resulted in buying a new mag or a copy of The Sport/Sun from a corner shop and then a wank. On free days, especially when I started working, I'd walk miles for wank mags or take the bus to Cambridge for harder stuff from the sex shops. Those bus journeys back were torture because my dick would be busting to get out my pants and be be gagging to look at my latest purchases. Again, once home the release was very quick but then I got to have a nice edge later.

Quackerson · January 3rd, 2020, 10:38 AM

Now that I think about it, some of those mags I looked at in the 1980s...like, I can still vividly remember - nearly page for page, seemingly - at least a dozen of them, because back then one tended to hold onto smut mags for awhile.

Contrast that with binges on pornhub or whatnot, where I've probably watched thousands of clips by now, and 99.9% of it is forgettable eye candy: once the clip is watched, usually I have no desire to see it again. Yet there is one porn mag I remember from the early 1980s...the first REALLY hardcore porn mag I ever saw (almost too young at the time to really know what I was looking at)...and I can remember the models, the clothes they wore, the story in terms of plot...I'd pay a couple hundred bucks for a copy of that mag now, and it's been nearly 40 years since I've seen it.

Although I bet if I ever did manage to find a copy of that mag now, it wouldn't live up to the memory of decades of me fantasizing about it.

robmark · February 19th, 2020, 02:27 PM

Great thread and stories. Although it was always a thrill buying mags from the newsagent it evolved from the first few when i was clearly not old enough and looking for some not caring old guy in a small shop (first mag Men Only v48 n 10). Around this time the mags went through a stage of trying to get proper topless models on the front, and this plus having to buy every mag with Debbee Ashby in it meant i started to buy more often. As i was a bit older it became less of risk being told i was too young and the buying thrill really developed. Like many it was often the older lady in a small shop was best bet, no queues and all quickly done.
But a little older still i started to really enjoy the thrill of the purchase, by this time I was mainly into big tit mags and this was the era of Score and Big ones with crazy silicone tits so very obvious covers. I had a few shops i would go to and in one tried to ask the 40/50 something with a big chest which mag she would suggest i got...she didnt really engage but didnt tell me to get lost so i tried again in another shop i frequented and this time the lady said she would go with one mag as the girl was prettier. It became a routine and if i didnt ask her i would make a point of flicking through the mag as i paid so she could see the shots inside. I recall one time when it was either Topsy Curvy or Lulu Devine inside and she was simply amazed how big those tits were.
But the best shop of all had a small younger girl, SE Asian who was obviously bored and loved to chat - as a small shop it was mainly mainstream stuff but when it was clear my interests were big tits she started to order in mags for me, such a turn on basically having someone in on my wanking. I was so turned on by the whole thing i never did the sensible thing and try to take things beyond buying a mag...oh the innocence of youth !

**Michi** · February 20th, 2020, 10:14 AM

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Originally Posted by Quackerson

And that's one thing that is definitely lacking now with the internet, in that there's no mystery anymore...no surprise. You type in whatever you want on a search engine and you can instantly get whatever pics or vids you want. So much of it is free, available 24/7 and you don't even have to leave your house to access it, or find a hiding spot in your house for your stash. And so many people are fairly forthright about admitting they look at porn now that the stigma is largely removed. The ease of access and widespread acceptance of viewing porn has made it less of an exciting thing to engage in as compared to thirty years ago.

I completey agree with you! Of course it is nice that now it is so easy to get access to erotica and it is great that here at the VEF I have a lot of pictures that I had seen in the past and loved to see again.

But it is pity that is has become so normal nowadays. It was much more exciting, when you had to go to newspaper stands to buy them. Or when you were young and they were to expensive to buy you just looked through them. Every month I checked magazines like Penthouse what was new. First I looked the names of the pictorials? Was it guy or a girls or two girls together?! Of course lesbian sex was much more exciting when nobody talked about same sex marriage yet and it was still very naughty and forbidden. But so exciting!

This is one of the pictures that I remember very well: a beautiful big tit and another woman licking it. I looked at it at the magazine still and went home wanking on my memory of it!

**Michi** · February 22nd, 2020, 10:24 AM

In the 1980s my favourite place to buy erotic magazines was the so-called American Discount in the centre of The Hague. I am not sure if it still exists, as I am not living in the Netherlands anymore. It sold all kinds of magazines and books from the USA, also literature and non-fiction. But in the basement was my personal paradise: the department for erotic magazines. It was very quiet and perfect for looking though all the magazines without being disturbed.
It is interesting that at the time I was struggling with my coming out as a gay man but at the same time I discovered my love for straight erotica. The had gay magazines too, but I also enjoyed the straight stuff like Penthouse and Hustler. Penthouse was my favourite, especially its "love pictorials" that involved some real action. Although I thought the male models were very attractive, I got also very much aroused by the lesbian pictorials. And the threesomes with two girls and only one man!
I knew a couple of real lesbians, but for me they were the most unerotic women that I could imagine. But through Penthouse and Hustler "lesbian" got a whole new meaning to me. I just loved those beautiful, big titted girls making love to each other. You knew that they liked men too, but at the same time they liked to have sex with other women and they wanted us men to watch them.

Later when I had moved to Vienna I found out that there was an American Discount too. Like in the Hague the erotic magazines department was in the basement and made for window shopping. The only thing I didn't like was that at the time Austria had a law that forbid "propaganda" for homosexuality. If you had a lesbian pictorial where a girl was licking the tit or the pussy of another girl the spot was blackened. I will add two pictures from a Hustler pictorial that I saw damaged that way. Thanks to VEF I finally could see it all!
Once I was completely alone in the basement of that shop and I was so aroused by a lesbian pictorial, that I took my hard dick out and wanked untill I shot my load on the floor. When I look back, I wonder if they had any cameras. But if somebody noticed they didn't show it. I put my cock in my pants again and walked out of the shop. Maybe a little blushing but with a warm feeling in my crotch.

November 18th, 2019, 11:34 AM	#322
drongo123 Member Join Date: May 2010 Posts: 40 Thanks: 284 Thanked 1,447 Times in 35 Posts	various recollections Many great posts in this thread, much of which I recognise! Thought i'd add my recollections: First rag purchased - late 80s, 'Best of Escort'. I was probably 16/17, and just one day knew I had to not only look at a skin rag that day, but buy one also - as though in my tender years I somehow knew there'd be some furtive, demented joy attached to said act. I schlepped off to some grotty corner newsagent (English owned despite the corner location!) which was called 'Emeny's'. Of course, it was widely known as 'Emenas' which only added to the sordidness of the affair. The thing with this shop was that the skin rag shelves were so placed by the window that as one walked by in the street one could see perhaps a two-foot wide slice of shelving, and therefore get a quick recce and evaluation of the goods on display. Due to the laws of physics, the further one was from the window, the greater the angle which then allowed for viewing, and consider also that viewing time was directly related to speed of walking. I often wonder if it was a locally observed that as certain men walked past the shop they would suddenly be afflicted by a blatant retardation in speed, simultaneously sweeping dangerously out towards the edge of the pavement! It was having done the geometry that I had spied the 'Best of Escort' I was compelled to buy. Cut a long story short - I entered the shop. There was a woman, English, maybe 30s which of course seemed very old and mature, and not unattractive. I made a bee line for the skin rag. As I reached up I felt I was going to faint! I took the rag in shaking hands and placed in on the counter- placed so that the price was obvious, fearing valuable seconds might be wasted in looking for a price during which time a vicar, females, family members etc would enter! We made the transaction. So far so good. But then in order to try to appear 'natural' something drove me to make conversation! I asked 'Do you know when the next issue of Back Street Heroes is coming in? Like, why did I do that!?!? Maybe because I felt to buy the skin rag and immediately skiddaddle might make me look like a pervert lol? Did I think it would make me appear grown-up as I asked in my shakey teenage falsetto? Anyway, rag purchased - and a good one it was too! After I'd calmed down some months later, I was passing an Indian shop (whose windows also allowed recce al-fresco and spied Escort Girls of Norwich (86? Tracey Middlemass cover). Had to buy it. Several recces before finding the shop empty. I walked in shaking like a leaf. Indian old bag behind counter. I reached up and grab the skin rag and placed it on counter. Her withered claw thumbed the rag and then exclaimed loudly 'You want two-ooooOoOoOoO? - wtf?! I had picked up two rags together with my clumsy shaking hands. 'er no!' I mumbled, paid for one rag but to my horror their was the other skin rag there on the counter to mark my shame for all to see! Walking home was always fraught with concern, however much one had already prepped one's bag to have a 'sanitised' area ready to house the skin rag without delay. Suffice to say, Escort, 86, it was a great rag! Years later I was living in Chippenham. Supplier of rags was another Indian shop with an old bag serving whose disdain was showing as she served the smut which her husband provided. It was often busy in there, hence I worked out that buying two rags would cover times when entry was impossible. I definitely noticed that buying two rags had an extra frisson rather than just one, as though one had stepped into a new league. Twice the grot, twice the sicko! Usually it would be an Escort and a Razzle - that seemed to be an ideal combination. I think on one or two occasions I may have purchased three skin rags at the same time - I reckoned to myself this somehow lessened the shame as though the shopkeeper would be thinking 'Three!? he must be buying them for workmates... lol! On a couple of occasions I had purchased from mumsy middle-aged English women. Something quite pleasant about this as though a bad secret was unburdened on someone I could relate to. Overall, buying from women I found easier than from a guy. Extra technique- while schlepping home, on foot or on the bus, this was an opportunity to look inside one's bag as though looking for change etc but thumbing a few pages inside the bag. Even better if one spied a particularly hot tart who hit the spot! Knowing there was more to see but having to wait! These were the late 80s and very early 90s when Escort and Razzle were excellent. Days sadly gone.

January 29th, 2019, 12:38 PM	#321
Jonj8282 Member Join Date: Jan 2019 Location: UK Posts: 72 Thanks: 6,354 Thanked 1,060 Times in 75 Posts	When I first started buying them in my mid to late teens my heart used to pump as I excitedly chose from the selection on the top shelf as quickly as I could before anyone else came into the newsagent. There was also a 2nd hand book shop in Liverpool that also sold used porn mags that I visited and I could peruse for much longer (with hidden hard on in my trousers). When I was older, I went to several porn shops including one in Madrid where the salespersons were young ladies and I found I was extremely turned on buying mags and dvds knowing they knew I was going home to stroke to them

December 31st, 2019, 03:17 AM	#324
twed Member Join Date: Jan 2008 Posts: 57 Thanks: 44 Thanked 355 Times in 50 Posts	I used to stand for ages flicking through them to decide which to buy. If I found the shop keeper attractive it was an incredible turn on for me, especially if it was an Indian or Pakistani girl that I knew hated the magazines. There was something hot about knowing they were more embarrassed than me

January 3rd, 2020, 10:38 AM	#327
Quackerson Senior Member Join Date: Dec 2008 Posts: 587 Thanks: 1,559 Thanked 4,320 Times in 577 Posts	Now that I think about it, some of those mags I looked at in the 1980s...like, I can still vividly remember - nearly page for page, seemingly - at least a dozen of them, because back then one tended to hold onto smut mags for awhile. Contrast that with binges on pornhub or whatnot, where I've probably watched thousands of clips by now, and 99.9% of it is forgettable eye candy: once the clip is watched, usually I have no desire to see it again. Yet there is one porn mag I remember from the early 1980s...the first REALLY hardcore porn mag I ever saw (almost too young at the time to really know what I was looking at)...and I can remember the models, the clothes they wore, the story in terms of plot...I'd pay a couple hundred bucks for a copy of that mag now, and it's been nearly 40 years since I've seen it. Although I bet if I ever did manage to find a copy of that mag now, it wouldn't live up to the memory of decades of me fantasizing about it.

February 19th, 2020, 02:27 PM	#328
robmark Junior Member Join Date: Dec 2008 Posts: 2 Thanks: 519 Thanked 12 Times in 1 Post	Great thread and stories. Although it was always a thrill buying mags from the newsagent it evolved from the first few when i was clearly not old enough and looking for some not caring old guy in a small shop (first mag Men Only v48 n 10). Around this time the mags went through a stage of trying to get proper topless models on the front, and this plus having to buy every mag with Debbee Ashby in it meant i started to buy more often. As i was a bit older it became less of risk being told i was too young and the buying thrill really developed. Like many it was often the older lady in a small shop was best bet, no queues and all quickly done. But a little older still i started to really enjoy the thrill of the purchase, by this time I was mainly into big tit mags and this was the era of Score and Big ones with crazy silicone tits so very obvious covers. I had a few shops i would go to and in one tried to ask the 40/50 something with a big chest which mag she would suggest i got...she didnt really engage but didnt tell me to get lost so i tried again in another shop i frequented and this time the lady said she would go with one mag as the girl was prettier. It became a routine and if i didnt ask her i would make a point of flicking through the mag as i paid so she could see the shots inside. I recall one time when it was either Topsy Curvy or Lulu Devine inside and she was simply amazed how big those tits were. But the best shop of all had a small younger girl, SE Asian who was obviously bored and loved to chat - as a small shop it was mainly mainstream stuff but when it was clear my interests were big tits she started to order in mags for me, such a turn on basically having someone in on my wanking. I was so turned on by the whole thing i never did the sensible thing and try to take things beyond buying a mag...oh the innocence of youth !

February 22nd, 2020, 10:24 AM	#330
Michi Vintage Member Join Date: Oct 2012 Posts: 792 Thanks: 643 Thanked 9,634 Times in 755 Posts	In the 1980s my favourite place to buy erotic magazines was the so-called American Discount in the centre of The Hague. I am not sure if it still exists, as I am not living in the Netherlands anymore. It sold all kinds of magazines and books from the USA, also literature and non-fiction. But in the basement was my personal paradise: the department for erotic magazines. It was very quiet and perfect for looking though all the magazines without being disturbed. It is interesting that at the time I was struggling with my coming out as a gay man but at the same time I discovered my love for straight erotica. The had gay magazines too, but I also enjoyed the straight stuff like Penthouse and Hustler. Penthouse was my favourite, especially its "love pictorials" that involved some real action. Although I thought the male models were very attractive, I got also very much aroused by the lesbian pictorials. And the threesomes with two girls and only one man! I knew a couple of real lesbians, but for me they were the most unerotic women that I could imagine. But through Penthouse and Hustler "lesbian" got a whole new meaning to me. I just loved those beautiful, big titted girls making love to each other. You knew that they liked men too, but at the same time they liked to have sex with other women and they wanted us men to watch them. Later when I had moved to Vienna I found out that there was an American Discount too. Like in the Hague the erotic magazines department was in the basement and made for window shopping. The only thing I didn't like was that at the time Austria had a law that forbid "propaganda" for homosexuality. If you had a lesbian pictorial where a girl was licking the tit or the pussy of another girl the spot was blackened. I will add two pictures from a Hustler pictorial that I saw damaged that way. Thanks to VEF I finally could see it all! Once I was completely alone in the basement of that shop and I was so aroused by a lesbian pictorial, that I took my hard dick out and wanked untill I shot my load on the floor. When I look back, I wonder if they had any cameras. But if somebody noticed they didn't show it. I put my cock in my pants again and walked out of the shop. Maybe a little blushing but with a warm feeling in my crotch.