Vicarious Sex


I can’t actually remember the circumstances that led to me discovering my brother’s stash of well thumbed porno mags, but I remember my reaction when I found them. By the standard of what you can find with absolutely no effort online today, they were extremely tame. The few hard-core examples mostly had any actual penetration obscured with coloured ovals. The rest were simply your run of the mill skin mags like Mayfair, Escort, Penthouse and the like. The images in them were almost exactly the same as you would find in issues of the same publications today; only this being the mid 1990s, the girls in them had considerably more pubic hair than their contemporary counterparts. There was never any doubt as to whether the girl in question was a natural blonde or not.

I sat transfixed, slowly turning the pages, marvelling at how sexy and how confident these women were. The comments next to the pictures seemed to emphasise how much they were in control of their sexual desires and appetites. It would be another decade before I would have sex with a woman; I didn’t consider myself to be bisexual then, hell, I wasn’t even sexual back then, but those sexy photos turned me on.

If the images were arousing, I wasn’t at all prepared for the letters. There were descriptions of people fucking, descriptions of guys getting their cocks sucked and eating girls’ cunts out, descriptions of girls getting eaten out and sucking guys cocks, descriptions of orgasms, descriptions of threesomes, orgies, outdoor sex, anal sex, sex, sex and more fucking, hot, wonderfully glorious sex. The words turned me on more than anything I had ever experienced before.

Needless to say, a couple of the magazines were secreted away before I returned the box to its hiding place. Once I’d exhausted a particular batch of “contraband” I’d return them and borrow another couple, slowly working my way through his entire collection which, I discovered, much to my delight, was frequently being added to.

As I’ve mentioned before, when I first discovered my brother’s illicit treasure trove, I had yet to discover the joys of wanking. Reading all those marvellously filthy words turned me on immensely, yet frustrated me almost in equal measure. Wanking, and in particular, girls wanking seemed to be the one thing those letters omitted. I wasn’t even aware that girls could wank, let alone have any inkling as to the mechanics of how it could be done.

When, at last, I’d made that particular discovery, the magazines took on a whole new resonance; they became the fuel for my fantasies. I would lie in bed, fingering myself into a frenzy, imagining I was one of those wantonly liberated women who fucked, and licked and sucked any cock that took my fancy. In the safety of my bedroom, with the door firmly locked, I practiced the erotic poses of the girls in the pictures in front of the mirror. As I grew bolder, I would wank myself, watching my reflection, learning how my body responded to arousal, slightly amused and slightly horrified by my facial expressions as I came.

Those magazines taught me that there was no shame to be derived from being a woman that enjoyed sex and being confident in her sexual identity. In the three years it took me between sucking my first cock and finally losing my virginity, I fucked vicariously through those beautifully vivid and deliciously filthy descriptions of sex.

To this day, I still don’t know if my brother was aware he wasn’t the only one in our house getting off to those magazines.

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6 thoughts on “Vicarious Sex

  1. Wow, I would have loved to have found something like that when I was younger. I had to rely on very tame sex scenes in movies rated 12 and the lingerie section of the catalogue lol
    Aurora x

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  2. ah yes the ever delightful porn stash that one male member of the house has.
    It is a great shame that you were in the dark for so long as how to self pleasure but I am glad you were educated.
    thank you for sharing

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  3. Makes me wish I’d live in a home with people who hid those kind of magazines when I was growing up. But I did learn about arousal (at a very tender age) from 80s “trashy” romance novels…though it did take me a few years to figure out what a “creamy loin” was, lol.

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  4. I also found a porn stash when I was young, but it was my father’s. While I did start masturbating rather young–quite by accident, at first–I didn’t dare take any of the mags. I had to satisfy myself with quick peeks now and then–not enough time to read the stories, sadly. And I was always so careful about putting them back exactly the way I found them. Thanks for sharing! 😉

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  5. Yes, some crossover with my experiences. In my case the magazines belonged to my best friend’s dad – so I couldn’t pore over them or read the letters pages til a lot later. I discovered what to do to get my happy ending alright, sexy portions of novels helped me there. Wonderful description of your formative (sex life) years – thanks for sharing.

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