Do you miss porn magazines?

[Hitchiker69]

Do any of you miss old school porn magazines? I used to have a huge collection of porn mags, mostly lesbian. Lots of my free time was spent relaxing in bed naked, propped up on some pillows, stroking myself with lotion, and flipping through my favorite porn mags.
It's not the same with my laptop. I'm afraid I'll cum on my keyboard.

 

[savmitch1038]

I definitely miss looking through the old Playboy and Penthouse mags. I love the pictorials, but no joke, I also enjoyed the Penthouse forum and Madam Xavier columns.

I did some good solo-jack sessions, but I did find some girls/ladies that enjoyed the columns as well.

 

[Satinfan162]

Glamor

I miss Club and Club International. So many gorgeous women and men. Luckily, my wife (gf then) would snoop and abscond with some issues. She became an aficionado of satin lingerie and "landing strips" without protest.

She would take them back to her University and play, unknown to me. When she told me her roommate was snooping my porn too (years later); the revelation resulted in a weekend sex fest.

 

[screwher]

I miss PenthouseLetters. Especially the annual Wife Watching edition. Shortly after developing my fetish of other men screwing my wife, a friend gave me a stack of Letters magazines. I soon focused on the Wives sections. And found myself jerking off imagining I was reading about my wife. Now fast forward years later and we’re a happy hotwife couple.

 

[screwher]

I also really enjoyed that era where Playboy was doing pictorials of the women of the WWF. As well, there were a number of other celebrity lay outs I really enjoyed.

 

[Sclovers]

I miss PenthouseLetters. Especially the annual Wife Watching edition. Shortly after developing my fetish of other men screwing my wife, a friend gave me a stack of Letters magazines. I soon focused on the Wives sections. And found myself jerking off imagining I was reading about my wife. Now fast forward years later and we’re a happy hotwife couple.

I loved penthouses letters! My wife got me a subscription. We would get naked and read it together as as we had sex!!! That lasted till the kids were big enough to find my stash!

 

[Chernosoth]

It's not the same with my laptop. I'm afraid I'll cum on my keyboard.

I use a desktop with a cheap keyboard, so no worries. I miss the youth and endurance I had when I was buying magazines.

 

[Cheerio]

I miss buying the magazines from the cute women in the convenience stores. Having somewhat exhibitionistic fantasies, I always felt that just the act of buying one of those magazines was saying to the cutie that worked there (without saying it), "Hey, do know that I really like to masturbate? You do now." Sometimes it made for some interesting conversations.

 

[Funit]

Being a kid and finding a black bag full of porn magazines in the woods that someone had dumped was like finding treasure. For a long time though I thought that women had staples across their stomachs.

 

[Sclovers]

Being a kid and finding a black bag full of porn magazines in the woods that someone had dumped was like finding treasure. For a long time though I thought that women had staples across their stomachs.

Yes we did the same! Me and my buddy would alway read the stories! I’m sure he was as hard as I was! Probably missed a few chances to jo together!!!

 

[OlFiddleMan]

I miss buying the magazines from the cute women in the convenience stores. Having somewhat exhibitionistic fantasies, I always felt that just the act of buying one of those magazines was saying to the cutie that worked there (without saying it), "Hey, do know that I really like to masturbate? You do now." Sometimes it made for some interesting conversations.

I used to go to one of those adult megastores once or twice a month for videos/magazines back in the late 80s/early 90s. Occasionally there would be a a cute, rather bottom-heavy BBW at the register and when she was there I would always get something like Big Butt Magazine or a BBW Facesitting or Ass Worship video to rent. She had a fun personality and would joke with customers, and a couple of times I flirted with her, telling her I saw her behind the counter and she inspired that night's purchase. Once I said something like that in regards to a facesitting video and she laughed and told me, "You'd be in serious jeopardy if you ever ended up under my big ass." Good times.

 

[KinoKe]

I only ever bought them for the articles.

 

[tristantrotsky]

I Miss Them

I used to sell fiction and features to 'Knave', 'Mayfair', 'Forum' and 'Risque'... so yes, it was a good well-paying market, it financed a number of hugely enjoyable holidays in the Mediterranean.

 

[Sclovers]

I used to sell fiction and features to 'Knave', 'Mayfair', 'Forum' and 'Risque'... so yes, it was a good well-paying market, it financed a number of hugely enjoyable holidays in the Mediterranean.

Read my share of forum! Nothing like reading dirty stories!

 

[CuttingEdge]

I do and I don't.

For years I wrote for Penthouse Letters and a few other pornography magazines, which was fun, but not long after the internet really came to life, the websites were having a hard time with competition, and a writer could slog out the same thing for website owners. Either way was a nice way to make a little extra money.

Today, the same opportunities might exist, but the sites change so quickly that it is hard to have a following, but I no longer write that stuff, and when I get the desire too, like the other day, I might send a story out to a person that I think might enjoy it.

 

[SamScribble]

I used to sell fiction and features to 'Knave', 'Mayfair', 'Forum' and 'Risque'... so yes, it was a good well-paying market, it financed a number of hugely enjoyable holidays in the Mediterranean.

Yes, I too used to sell stories - mainly fiction - to a couple of the 'top shelf' mags. And, yes, they did pay proper money. But then the interweb came along and the rates took a nosedive. So, do I miss them? Yes. I miss the cheques.

 

[jehoram]

I remember them from back in the day when they never showed pubic hair or labia. My sex education was sadly incomplete.

But what was weird was when I saw some of the old nudist magazines. It was a shock to me to see naked men women in a totally non-sexual environment, and that started me on the path to nudism. So I miss those magazines, too.

 

[UtilityCurve]

Do any of you miss old school porn magazines?

Hell yeah! As someone else pointed out, Penthouse Letters was REALLY popular with girls.

Besides, early on in a relationship, often a girl would tease me about certainly having a porn stash and asking if I would show it to her. Most often, I did and we'd spend a little while with her asking me what pictures got me "excited," and having a way to tell her what I enjoyed without being too direct or embarrassing was great! (Slow on the uptake, the first free times,, I didn't realize the girls were gathering intel; the questions, even under the circumstances of looking at naked women, or sex acts, sounded so genuinely innocent and curious!)

Thankfully, you can still do that with Internet porn, but that can never replace the thrill of seeing Bernadette Peters in Playboy, completely "covered" in drop-my-pants-NOW lingerie and heels.

 

[PleasePeesMe]

When I was fifteen, a mate and I would sit on a bench near the beach with a girl we knew and look at her Dad's porn mags. She'd turn the pages and we'd take it in turns to finger her. Happy days.

 

[XerXesXu]

I miss buying the magazines from the cute women in the convenience stores. Having somewhat exhibitionistic fantasies, I always felt that just the act of buying one of those magazines was saying to the cutie that worked there (without saying it), "Hey, do know that I really like to masturbate? You do now." Sometimes it made for some interesting conversations.

That provoked a memory, and my reply has grown as I recollected it. Conversations are approximate.

Back in about 1965 I was working in the school holidays, and on payday, Fridays, I was using some of my earnings to buy wank mags at a newsagent on my route home. The newsagent was a woman. One day she asked me if I had many ‘like that’ – something like Fiesta or Parade, tits and lingerie - at home. I was surprised and asked why she wanted to know. She pointed to the adjoining second hand exchange library for books and magazines she also ran and said I could exchange my old magazines at half price.

She said that as I was a regular customer she would give me some foreign magazines ‘suitable for a lad with your inclinations. Bring them in and I’ll swap them for yours.’ I felt myself blush because she was obviously expected me to use them as masturbation aids.

She smiled and told me not to be embarrassed, “Hundreds of lads buy these glamour mags every week. You’re not doing anything secret. I think these foreign magazines will be straight up your street, much more fun.”

I muttered “OK”, paid and left.

In the calm after a shower and an intense wank with my new mag I mulled it over. Should that be the last time I used that newsagent? Could I bear the embarrassment? What was she up to? She seemed very nice, but I didn't want to get involved with an older woman. But what were these special mags? I really wanted to know – something more ‘fun’ – that was a great temptation. I decided to swap.



Next day, I furtively extracted my stash from behind the ventilator shutter in my bedroom, ex-filtrated the house and, in nervous anticipation, made my way to the newsagents.

The owner saw me and said “Back already, wait I moment and I’ll show you what I have.”

I trembled for a few minutes then she came round the counter and led me through. She dumped my stash of about 20 mags in front of the girl at the cash desk and asked her to total the value of my magazines.

“Hello Bob,” said the cashier.

I shuddered, and could scarcely speak, “Hello June,” I said in a husky whisper.

“Oh you know my niece,” said the owner.

“We’re in the same class,” said June.

The owner realized the possibilities and told her to be discrete because I was swapping male interest magazines. June just looked at me and smiled. She dispensed a piece of paper roll with the total dived by half, and her aunt asked June to sort the magazines into their appropriate display trays.

She took me into the back office telling me she would be arrested if she put these magazines on display, then took a stack out of a drawer. She told me the price and to sort through and choose. “You can afford four and a quarter but I’ll let you have five because you’re a friend of June.”

They were continental and Scandinavian magazines, some with lurid titles. I very distinctly remember sorting through them with difficulty because my hands were shaking. They weren’t hardcore by any means, but there was a lot of hairy pussy spread wide and other tasteless poses, lesbian sets with simulated sex, breast manipulation and bondage, even dildos.

I made my choice and we went back to the cash desk. I was again blushing deeply. June printed off a receipt for each one and stapled it to the cover. I was too embarrassed to look at her but could feel her looking at me. When she handed the magazines to me our eyes met and she said “Keep the receipts attached to the covers, Bob, and you can exchange them here for half the receipt value.”

The newsagent was right, straight up my street.

The next Friday I popped in to buy my weekend wank mag. The newsagent greeted me by name, “Hello again, Bob. Were your swaps all you hoped for?”

“Yes.”

“Much more fun aren’t they?
”
“Yes.”

“You’re a privileged customer. Just ask me for continental material.”

A couple of weeks later I was back at school. June was not discrete. This was in the days when everybody denied masturbating. I was sometimes called names by the boys and girls, but the boys asked to borrow the mags, and the girls liked to talk about June’s story with me. Some would even ask to look at a mag when I brought it in for a classmate then ask if ‘that stuff’ turned us on. The embarrassment passed.

June continued to work at her aunt’s shop on Saturdays and on a couple of occasions brought messages from her aunt that she had something special, if I was interested.

One day, I was staring at a non-school girl-friend of June at a teenage disco. She asked “Why are you staring at me; do you want to masturbate?” a reference to my reputation.

I facetiously said “Yes.”

She asked me why I was looking at her if I wanted a wank, why didn’t I look at ?????.

I told her. She seemed to like what I said. That was beginning of my first adultish relationship. She began weaning me off solitary masturbation.

 

[Toylovr]

I miss Club and Club International. So many gorgeous women and men. Luckily, my wife (gf then) would snoop and abscond with some issues. She became an aficionado of satin lingerie and "landing strips" without protest.

She would take them back to her University and play, unknown to me. When she told me her roommate was snooping my porn too (years later); the revelation resulted in a weekend sex fest.

I too miss those ones, agreed - VERY Sexy ladies!!! Awesome that she has transformed herself into such an erotic way. Good for you both!

 

[fma20fma]

hi

i am sure magazines have lost their original charm by the advent of the umpteen videos available on internet.

 

[NakedMike2]

Ah yes, I remember the joy of getting the Mail and seeing the new issue of Playboy in the mail box. I would rush back into my condo, strip naked, go lay on the couch and page through the entire issue. Then I’d go back to pic I found the hottest and masturbate to a wonderful orgasm. Of course I would masturbate to other parts throughout the month.

Funny thing is I was never a big centerfold guy. Always liked the other pics. I think I masturbated to a centerfold once to see how much I would enjoy shooting my wad onto the lovely playmate. It was ok but I held off doing it more in case I decided to share the issue and didn’t want it all jizzed up

 

[Shi_One81]

I do. I’ve thought about buying some on eBay

 

[Pines]

I miss the paperback porn novels the most. Use to have quite a few.