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

[BustyWomenLovr]

Originally Posted by Historian

No, I'd always try to avoid joining a queue if I could, the trouble came when you went to the counter to pay and something happened to slow the whole purchase down (the person serving got called away as you got there and left you waiting, or they couldn't find the price on the cover of the mag) and you were suddenly aware of a queue appearing behind you as if by magic as you stood there clutching this month's Men Only or Fiesta....

Or if there is another worker in the shop and the first calls out loudly: "Hey, look at the other Pregnant and Milking and see if there is a price on it!"

[MC Escort luv]

Originally Posted by anglocat

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!

I used to wear a coat, not only to conceal my mag, but to hide my erection as I browsed

[Rustler78]

well well, what a topic to discuss. Yes a massive turn on actually buying pornography in public!! The thrill but also fear and embarrassment, knowing you were going to go into a certain shop and buy magazines that were for one thing - wanking over.

I remember the feeling of utter trepidations, walking down the street heading to a certain news agent or send band book shop, for one thing. The feeling of walking in and hearing the bell ring. I used to discreetly look up at the top shelf, tryin to not be seen by others that I was there to buy 'dirty books'. But I also loved it at the same time, I loved how filthy and dirty it was. I remember the feeling of discovered for the first time that there were magazines that showed girls who dropped their knickers and spread their legs. Girls who not only flashed their tits, but would spread their thighs, pull their knickers wide open and actually expose their fanny slit- their cunt hole between their thighs. So utterly amazing.

And later, I felt strangely proud sometimes, that a compete stranger knew I was a wanker and wanked my cock over these filthy magazines. An the feeling of walking down the street after wards, with a bag stuffed full of dirty magazines, trying to go somewhere quiet to pour over all those sluts with their knickers down. Still to this day, nothing like it

[Aitken Bonar]

Did anyone else go through an elaborate scouting ritual of the newsagent? In and out with as much speed and anonymity as could be mustered? The correct money for the splash mag of choice. The covering copy of Gardener's Weekly. No eye contact and straight out the door.

Nothing worse than when someone came in behind you unnoticed - but that was always the way.

[paul chen]

Originally Posted by Aitken Bonar

Did anyone else go through an elaborate scouting ritual of the newsagent? In and out with as much speed and anonymity as could be mustered? The correct money for the splash mag of choice. The covering copy of Gardener's Weekly. No eye contact and straight out the door.

Nothing worse than when someone came in behind you unnoticed - but that was always the way.

Absolutely. I used to spend some time finding small, quiet newsagents in the suburbs, where there was not a huge trade of people and that also stocked the mags I was into (GEM, BUF, BIG ONES etc.). I always used to have a sports mag or newspaper so that I could cover the big tit mags. I used to marvel at my good luck most of the time in that I managed to complete these transactions without the embarrassment of having some other customer come up to see the dirty mags. That was certainly part of the thrill of the whole excursion, and to be followed by a lovely wank session discovering the lovely ladies in the latest mags.

[Schwenck]

My earliest porn was found, hedge porn. As it was the mid 60's, not terribly exciting now, but when you are 12 it is just what you need.

Later, the act of buying the mag, was almost as exciting as what you did with it at home, albeit in a different way. (Although with some very disappointing sealed items, it probably exceeded the later excitement). Although I often didn't wait to get home, but headed straight for a carefully selected Gent's toilet - needed to have doors to the floor - to review the purchase and relieve a desperate hard-on. Edinburgh Gardens at the West End and Piccadilly Circus Tube Station where ones I remember using often.

[Mick Sterbs]

It was when the wife(s) were inside the mags

[beechray]

Hell no...it was terrifying! Lived in a small town where everyone knew each other...remember in HS driving 40 miles across state line with 3 friends to find the bunny mag with Suzanne Somers...

[bagpuss12]

Originally Posted by ingwenya

It was when the wife was inside the mags

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[Mick Sterbs]

Originally Posted by bagpuss12

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