Do you remember your introduction to erotica?

My gateway was probably issues of Penthouse Comix or Playboy stories. That led to me searching out erotica online, mostly celebrity stuff back then.
 
My first orgasm as a young boy was reading The Miracle by Irving Wallace and my first real erotica was (I think) MariaGonzales's Mall Strut. And now some 30 years later I'm writting my own stuff. Cracking.
 
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.
They still make them. We have one because we don't want to carry a computer around all day and be constantly distracted.
 
It'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.
Oh yeah, Angie was so fucking hot. I was in high school during her Police Woman series. Never missed an episode. LOL

My first erotica was Penthouse forums. To this day, I'm positive they were all true stories. LOL
 
I found an old coverless paperback in the basement of an abandoned house me and a couple of friends had broken into when I was around 10. Turned out it was a bunch of incest stories most of which had a non con angle to them. Can't say I understood all of it, but enough to know it was dirty and...did it for me. I hid it away in a box and found it again when I was around 14 and got a lot more out of it because by then I'd found some skin mags and seen a VHS porn that belonged to an older cousin.

And now I write incest stories....go figure
 
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 could type like eight words a minute with those old phones.
 
Ah, my introduction to erotica.... was not introduction to erotica at all. The first books that had some decently-described sex scenes was this "airport novel" called "They call me mercenary" and looking back, it was not the best quality, but it was of decent stock. But the first story to exclusively focus on wanting to describe sex was on the internet. There was this website with a dude exclusively making incest stories about "Uncle Bob" which would just have the protagonist share names, but often be incredibly different here and there. Average, but it got me going. I actually can't remember what was the first thing I read on this website. I'm decently sure it might be the stories of that guy who does stockings and some of those stories were on incest, but I can't be completely sure.

But, quite the start. From the moment I saw the dirty act described upon paper I knew... the world needed more.
 
The first sex scene I read was in a historical romance my mom gave me to read at like 12 years old. Not even that racey, but I reread that scene a hundred times. This was in the days with dial up Internet on the family computer in the den. I didn't have the chance to find it online.
later I discovered a bunch of older Nora Roberts books. The power exchange of the damsel in distress and hero saving her in some of them (despite the corny language and obvious plots) continue to light the fire.

At some point I found the claiming of Sleeping beauty by Anne Rice. I wonder what I would think of that story now
 
My first introduction in general was in a book that had "Rose" in the title, but I otherwise don't remember it. It had an explicit sex scene in it where an itinerate field worker finger fucked a woman giving him a lift while she was trying to drive--and trying to act like she didn't want it. I remember tossing the book because I didn't want to be caught reading that stuff--and then buying it again to keep reading that chapter.

My introduction to homosexual sex was the books of Gordon Merrick.
 
I’m not sure if it was the first, but it was the one that stood out as being very different from regular sex. it was the bath scene from Eric Van Lustbader‘s Ninja involving two women in a bath, where she fucks her submissive with a gun. The way the dialog was written was so sensual, and the submission was so subtle, yet the domination was very real.
 
The first sex scenes I remember reading were in Stephen King books (not IT fortunately - didn't get to that one until I was in my late teens).

They might not qualify as erotica, I suppose. I remember in the Shining one detail that he included described how his wife could feel her husbands semen leaking out of her a little bit after they'd had sex. The most erotic thing I can remember from one of his books is Louis Creed coming home after a late night doctoring to his wife waiting for him in some exciting lingerie.

The sex in his books usually seems to be written in a gritty, non-erotic way or is weird. LOL.
 
My first real experience with erotica was going to a drive -in with Mom and date. They put me in the front seat and we watch the first two movies and I "feel asleep" . They stayed and started watch some cheap Myer's movie with me in the passenger seat ans them in the back ,Mom first letting him take her top off, then her sucking him and finally at leased an attempt to fuck. When they finished they moved me to the back and figured out i was wide awake..lol never said a word.
 
Looking at this thread, I suddenly remembered my first real exposure, disregarding the usual Playboy stuff. The old family car was parked out back. and for some reason, I looked under the front seat and found a paperback novel, with a very suggestive cover. It was, I know now, pulp erotica. I spent several afternoons in that car, reading enthusiastically. My vague recollection of the plot was two women fighting over a guy unworthy of either. The ending was the women running off with each other. It was the start of my enlightenment about sexual variety.
 
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.
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.

Thanks for the serendipitous connection.
 
Parents (probably my Mom) had the Anne Rice Vampire series in the library. And really what tween girl doesn't like vampires? Finished those and was looking for more stuff by her, was at a bookstore and asked one of the guys working there and he gave me the Sleeping Beauty books. Wasn't expecting that, I wonder if he did that to get a reaction, he probably should have pointed me at the Mayfair Witch books. But the die was cast.
 
I know as a teen I read those romance books that were popular in the day. Somehow, after I obtained sexual experience, I started writing my own erotic stories for my friends to read. I was about 20 years old when I remember writing my first erotica.
 
I 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 :)
 
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 :)

What a terrible thing to do! He should have lovingly placed them on the very top, with some old newspaper below them, to protect them until they found a new home.

You hear so many stories about boys finding a stash of magazines, i wonder if the porn fairy is responsible or is there some unwritten guy code you men have to leave them places?
 
Back when paper porn was a thing, and I was “a young man at a large Midwestern university who never thought anything like this would happen to me (and it never did.”) Then when I discovered you could get hotter stories for free on the Internet, bam there was Literotica.
 
I have always been an intense reader. Although not erotica, the sex scenes in Dracula, The English Patient, and Tropic of Cancer got me started. I was a senior in high school when I discovered Sylvia Day. That changed everything. Her novels were hot. From there, it didn’t take long to find Literotica. Once I did, there was no going back. ;)
 
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.
Well, I read it. Skimmed mostly. It was enjoyable nostalgia time. I'm sure I read it when it was first out.
Is it the age thing you were referring to when you said they wouldn't publish it here? The detail was pretty mild.
 
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