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They still make them. We have one because we don't want to carry a computer around all day and be constantly distracted.Damn, now I feel young. In reality I'm in my early 20s, but my oldest memories of phones were the ones where you had to press the buttons multiple times to get the letter you wanted (e.g pressing 1 three times for a c) and still in the flip phone era.
My work phone is a flip phone.They still make them. We have one because we don't want to carry a computer around all day and be constantly distracted.
Oh yeah, Angie was so fucking hot. I was in high school during her Police Woman series. Never missed an episode. LOLIt's not really erotica, but a thriller from the 80s, "Dressed to Kill". My dad had recorded it on tape from HBO. Angie Dickinson masturbated in the shower. That was my first time.
After that, I raided my dad's magazine collection. He had the Penthouse Variations magazines and I read the hell out them, probably why I focus so much on text porn.
Those were pretty tame by Lit standards, but they were quite educational for me.
I could type like eight words a minute with those old phones.Damn, now I feel young. In reality I'm in my early 20s, but my oldest memories of phones were the ones where you had to press the buttons multiple times to get the letter you wanted (e.g pressing 1 three times for a c) and still in the flip phone era.
I just finished it. It hearkened back to the romances I read decades ago. I enjoyed it, partly for nostalgic reasons. I'll print out the list in order and put them on my Kindle for backup when I run out of library books before I have tome to replace them.Pretty sure it was high school. I had to write on a book and for some reason picked Naked In Death from my english teachers shelf. He never got that book back.
Penthouse Letters. When I was in grade school, some guy down the block would throw his dirty magazines out in the trashcan in the alley every so often, torn in half. I suppose he thought that would make them useless to any garbage pickersI got to thinking about this when I bumped into the fact that some people are young enough that they don't even know that "cum" derives from "come;" and when I bumped into another fact about people's knowledge/opinion of The Story of O. I got interested in how people's general view of erotica differs depending on their history.
I'll start.
As an early elementary school student I was precocious about reading about sex. My first relevant memory was confidently explaining to a friend, two years older, that "he really does get on top of her." I got my facts from Forever Amber. Next came me showing all "the good parts" in Peyton Place to friends in junior high. But that wasn't erotica. That was juicy fiction.
My first encounter with erotica was when The Story of O, by Pauline Reage, was published in the United States in 1965. I probably read it that year or very shortly thereafter. It packed quite a punch. It has pretty much defined my preferred kind of erotica ever since. I looked and looked for comparable stories. The Image fit the bill, but really nothing besides that except for a short story I've since lost track of. Anne Rice's Beauty Trilogy and Exit to Eden came close. Finally, I think I gave up sometime in the 70s (early 80s?) and retreated to detective stories, thrillers, and the occasional literary fiction.
Three years ago I re-discovered erotica, and the whole new world of literally thousands of stories on the internet. There were lots of new terms, new "cultures" (e.g., BDSM, which The Story of O does not fit). It's taken me a while to sort it all out. And to rest in the conclusion that there just isn't much out there that fits my particular sensibility.
Here are contrasting views of Reage's book. I assume the members are of different ages. But maybe not???
Adam's svelte voice continued. "The great erotic car journey is, of course, O. With her naked bottom on the cool leather seat. Driving to Roissy, to meet Sir Stephen."
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Penthouse Letters. When I was in grade school, some guy down the block would throw his dirty magazines out in the trashcan in the alley every so often, torn in half. I suppose he thought that would make them useless to any garbage pickers
Yabut... having to piece the centerfolds back together made it seem even more forbidden. Like we had to work for it a little bit.What a terrible thing to do!
Well, I read it. Skimmed mostly. It was enjoyable nostalgia time. I'm sure I read it when it was first out.The one I remember is getting 'Biography of a Space Tyrant' by Piers Anthony out of the library. I don't think they'd quite realized the content, but it was the first time I'd read a book where I ended up realizing that the science-fiction was in service to the sex, rather than it being science-fiction with a mere sprinkling of sex on top.
Looking back, that book was all kinds of wrong and, no, definitely wouldn't be publishable here. I won't say any more.