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View Poll Results: Do you remember details of the first mag you wanked over? | |||
No, not at all. | 222 | 12.46% | |
Only vaguely. | 378 | 21.22% | |
Yes, I remember some features of the girl (hair, face, breasts, ass, pussy) | 449 | 25.21% | |
Yes, I remember the girl and her exact poses. | 619 | 34.76% | |
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October 14th, 2010, 05:25 AM | #101 | |
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I do remember my mag-buying started with a copy of Escort though- I remember the scary feeling of picking out a newsagent's shop I didn't usually frequent (less chance of meeting anyone who might know I was too young) taking the mag off the top shelf and going to the counter, hoping I'd get away with it, then fighting off the urge to abort the whole mission when I realised too late that it was a woman serving behind the counter.... Only ever came close to getting caught once, stopped off at a newsagents to buy a mag on my way home from college, and someone I knew walked in just after me- about 30 seconds later, I'd have been looking at that top shelf.... OK, I was old enough by then, but being caught buying a copy of Mayfair by a girl from my course, especially the one I seriously fancied and was desperately trying to find the nerve to ask out, might have been a bit embarrassing.... Last edited by Historian; October 14th, 2010 at 05:42 AM.. |
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Newsagent #1 - in the High Street. Very busy. People in and out all the time. Too risky. Might bump into best friend's mum or someone. Newsagent #2 - in a quieter area, but usually a woman serving. Embarrassment factor quite high, although there is a miniscule possibility she might be extremely attractive and decide to shut the shop and take her clothes off. Newsagent #3 - not a busy area, but cars constantly pulling up with folks in and out getting papers. Some windows of opportunity available. Newsagent #4 - impressive selection of bongo mags, quiet area, but you always get served by a sullen middle-aged man who never speaks. Risk of being silently judged for buying porn. So having made the choice, it would be time to embark on the quest. Clothing was important - you needed somewhere to conceal the mags. Even in the height of summer I would wear quite a thick coat half undone in order to stash the mags immediately after paying, then walk home with my left hand in my coat pocket stopping the stash from falling out onto the pavement. On reflection, this must have looked very strange at the very least. Timing was important. You could just brazenly march in, head straight for the top shelf, grab the magazines and pay, but that never happened. Usually I'd hover around outside for a few minutes to get a feel for how busy the shop is, then trundle in. However, this stage of the mission was the most fraught with danger: - Lots of people inside doing the lottery, browsing or queueing? Abort mission, purchase can of coke instead, and return another day. - Young lady serving? Definitely abort mission, no question. - One or two customers but all other conditions satisfied? Pretend to be interested in the vintage tractor publications until they fuck off, then grab the treasure and wander up to the counter. But the etiquette of paying was also a minefield. What do you do when asked about your age? If that doesn't happen, should you engage the cashier in chit-chat? Or just a simple 'hello, just these, cheers'? Maybe you ought to buy something else to create the impression the main purpose of the visit was to buy a bag of crisps, with the mags being some kind of last minute afterthought? As I say, a minefield. Anyway, after somehow avoiding all the pitfalls, I'd make my way home to wank nirvana over the likes of Gilena Hooton and Natasha Vale |
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Being served by a woman when I was buying a mag always used to freak me out as well- The funny thing is, 20-odd years of porn-buying experience has made me a lot more more relaxed about it. In fact my local sex shop has all-female (and sometimes very cute) staff, and the first time I bought a vibrator for my then-girlfriend, or when I've dropped in to buy a DVD more recently, being served by a woman doesn't really worry me so much. Still no joy with them suddenly deciding to shut the shop and take their clothes off though...I reckon those readers' letters were all made up. Quote:
A broadsheet newspaper was always a handy aid to concealment as well- though by the time I was 18, I reckon my parents must have thought I'd got ambitions of a career in politics from the number of copies of The Times or Telegraph that ended up in my bedroom wastepaper bin, having been used to sneak a Fiesta or Escort in... Quote:
The worst part though was that moment when whoever was serving couldn't find the bloody price on the mag and spent ages searching the front cover for it- just as a queue suddenly appeared from nowhere behind me... I was always terrified they were about to shout out to their colleague out back in the stockroom 'How much is this month's 'Big and Busty?' Last edited by Historian; October 14th, 2010 at 05:18 PM.. Reason: edited for spelling |
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October 14th, 2010, 05:09 PM | #104 |
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Oh I chickened out loads of times when I noticed it was a girl behind the counter the shame off buying a wank mag was too much but then I just thought balls and bought it along with a newspaper. And every girl put the wanking fodder in the newspaper great days. It was worse if you were in a queue, the old ladies and the priest tut tuting away...
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October 14th, 2010, 06:31 PM | #105 |
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So much from the last few posts is so familiar . I must admit The Girl Behind The Counter didn't bother me that much, I figured they had to be used to schoolboys from Other Parts Of Town dropping by, trying to look over 18, and at least they would know you were straight! Not that any Mayfair-esque occurrences resulted, of course...
It did keep me fit though, I had to cycle miles to find new shops where you weren't recognised as a 'regular', given that I was in one every month without fail. |
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October 14th, 2010, 09:53 PM | #106 | |
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denisovich321: loved the story, funny how it was probably the same for most of us mag buyers! Yep, mag buying back in the day was a long-planned mission - a trip to some place nobody else went to, the wait until the mothers with kids and the ubiquitous old dame were safely out of the way, the furtive glace in either direction, the grab, the confident march to the counter, and handing over the change without dropping it due to the inevitable clammy palms. After a while, the guy - who I remember looked a little like Salman Rushdie - actually became familiar with my turning up every Thursday evening when Club was published, and actually kept the mag behind the counter for me, which saved my having to reach up and run the risk of bringing the whole lot down. The shop I used to visit back in the late 1980s and early 1990s was right by a bus stop - which was both a good and a bad thing. Good because you could make a quick getaway, bad because you could suddenly find yourself being gawked at by a bunch of lairy schoolkids as you are grabbing your grot. After a while I didn't care that much about them though - I knew they's be itching to do the same thing in a few years' time. The old ladies though scared the bejeesus out of me. For storage, I'd have a folder with some college/uni stuff in it - more often than not the mag would be nestled among a load of papers on modern European history or philosophy. These days I tend to do the inside of the jacket and hand in pocket thing, if just to keep things under wraps until I get to the car parked around the corner. Probably the worst thing was making the journey and finding that my mag of choice was not there. More often than not, I'd not abort the mission entirely and pick up something else - the adrenalin had reached such a peak that by that stage I just needed to see some different pussy when I got back home bursting for a wank. Hence the odd copies of Mayfair or Men Only I bought. The bus trip home was inevitably painful. That load would be wanting to find a way out, and it very often it was difficult to not cum in my boxers just from the thought of lying back on my bed stark naked and turning those fresh-smelling glossy pages of loveliness with one hand and my rock-hard cock in the other. It's something teenagers today will never truly experience, given that they can get to see way beyond anything I would have dreamed of by doing a few searches in Google. Today one of the newsagents I buy my mags from is run by a young couple - the guy is always trying to sell me "harder" stuff and the girl has clearly served many a middle-aged perve, so it's not such a big deal. That said I am pushing forty so I really don't give a stuff anyway. Being thought out as a middle-aged perve (even though I look far from middle-aged - must be all that wanking) is somehow far more palatable than being glowered at when you are in your late teens.
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I agree Sharky. We had to fight for our kicks. Today kids get REAL porn for free. Though I don't wank at my computer. I prefer to lie down. TMI i know, but old habits die hard. But the vintage stuff was way better. Buying a mag with Shanine Linton or Sammi Jessop was instant wanking. Now the mags are full off "pornstars"
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One newsagent I frequented was run by a middle-aged asian couple. The bloke was quite friendly, but whenever his wife was serving, well, the air of silent disapproval hung heavy in the air. Not that it ever really put me off too much I wonder how lucrative the top shelf actually is/was for newsagents. Probably not so much anymore, but back then? Presumably it's profitable or they surely wouldn't stock it, but I've only ever seen someone else buying porn once Just remembered this shop near me that was really good. They specialised in trophies and used books, but they often had second-hand copies of Escort, Razzle, Ravers etc at really cheap prices. I'd love to find a shop like that again |
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After a while I found a porn friendly shop but before that some women did have an air of disapproval. But I was buying their stock. Though I remember one older woman saying to me "have fun" never knew if she was being sarky or not. But I did have fun What's the harm in wanking for goodness sake
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I wasn't used to aggressive women, and I was a bit flustered. I went ahead and went for it, though, and hit the jackpot on the first date. The only thing that kind of keeps it from being a great "Dear P*nth**se" moment was that the lady clerk was much older than me indeed, and not particularly good-looking. Still, I was 22, basically a penis on legs. There was no chance of me not going for it. We hit it hot and heavy for about six weeks, until I saw that she was starting to fall for me. Since I didn't have any real feelings for her, I broke it off immediately to avoid prolonging the pain. Memories. *sigh*
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