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Originally Posted by tinfoil
It also takes away some of the experience. No longer are you sneaking around looking for Dad's porn hoping you don't get caught. It takes away some of the ... ugh, can't think of the word, soo tired. Mystery? *shrug*
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Excitement? Thrill?
When I was 10 or so, there was a big empty lot where a bunch of the neighborhood boys used to ride bikes. We'd cut trails, had jumps, built forts in the middle of clumps of scrub oak. The lot adjoined a golf course, and one day I made $20 from a golfer who had thrown his driver over the fence into the lot.
Anyway, one day I came across a beaten and weathered copy of Playboy out there in the lot. It was my first experience of porn, and it was astonishing. I hid it in one of those scrub oak forts, and visited it frequently.
I had a buddy who claimed his dad had Penthouses. He never came off any for me, though.