First Time Erotica

My mom's bedroom. She had loads of books. I think the first erotica short story book I read was erotic twists on fairy tales, but I can't remember. I was probably around 10 or so.
 
Written, you mean?

My dad had some racy Parisian books he'd bought when he was in the Air Force in WWII. The prose was full of "Ah! I'm spending!" instead of coming, and the girls all had "cunnies". There were some grainy B&W photos that looked like they were from the '20's. I was about 11.

After that I was hooked. I used to go through all my parents' paperbacks. I almost read the whole of Jean-Paul Sartre's Nausea because the girl on the cover art looked like someone was playing with her cunnie.

Was I disappointed.
 
I lived by a trailer park that had a small library (unmanned) in their laundry room. I would go in there to read.

One day I discovered these books called "Spur"- westerns with pornographic content. It was about this cowboy hero who went from town to town capturing bad guys and sleeping with the bad girls. I ate them up, while feeling so ashamed. I also felt bad when I read "the other side of midnight"

the first sex scene I read was in a harlequin romance, called The Bodyguard or something. No relation to the Kevin Cosner movie. I flipped to the middle searching for the tantalizing bit. The man was calling the woman his little butterfly and telling her to spead her wings for him. It was an oral sex scene!

I read to the end of the book and enjoyed it, but could never bring myself to read the early chapters I missed. Too boring!!!

We also used to go through step-dad's playbody. And one time a girl I knew got a really hard core porno mag from some boys at school. And then there was the XXX movie that my parents forgot to lock up. All I saw was a sex scene in the shower. quite hardcore for me at the time. I was afraid of getting caught, so I didn't watch much of it.

Anyone know where I can find those Spur books?
 
I was thinking the other day of starting a thread about that first sex scene from the romance novel. I thought it was pretty explicit at the time.

I read another really sexed up book at my grandmothers house!!!!! It was a Jackie Collins or whatever about a girl who became a porn star. "The girl with the Golden Pussy"- I kid you not. There was a girl named Cleo, and an heiress... In the opening scene, the heiress walks through the supermarket eating pickles she hasn't paid for yet.
 
First porn was a couple of books I pulled out of an empty garbage can. I was thirteen.

One purported to be a 'sociological study'. That was pretty much my exposure to the whole gamut of sex, except scat and golden showers.

The other wasn't much better than the usual stuff on Lit, although written somewhat better.

The first erotica was Night in a Moorish Harem. Written by Sir Richard Burton as I recall. Better language, but still kinda tame.
 
Wow, the first??? I think it was some really raunchy mags we found hidden under some bushes on our block (we being my brothers and I)
Then I saw my first porno at 13 when a boy I was holding hands with was trying to get me naked.
Written erotica was discovered when I was snooping around my mom's room looking for eyeliner.
 
The first written word that I found erotic was, and I'm surprised no one else has mentioned this, "Letters to Penthouse".

I realized others enjoyed them too when they started bringing out entire magazines of letters. Haven't really looked recently, but are they still around, or has the internet killed them off?

A rather odd friend of my parents brought over a whole box of slim mens erotica novels that you then bought in gas stations and some airports. They disappeared before I could read them. I must have been about 13. Fifteen, twenty years later I found them for sale in San Francisco's airport and still have a couple secreted away here.

I found out later, a friend of mine actually was an author of some.

And yes, one of those I still have was set in a resort with shy people letting their hair down. That, and my later enjoyment of vacation resorts has lead to my "Resort" series of stories (all of two, but more to come).
 
Mine was books of erotic art. Everything from baroque etchings, to Egon Shiel, to Japanese woodcuts... Crazy visuals!
They belonged to a friend of my parent's- and I would hole up in the corner with them, for hours and hours. Everyone simply let me be.
And Penthouse letters, which had some hot ideas but were mostly poorly written, and I began writing my own very quickly- I am such a nerd!
The books of William Burroughs... Thank you, Uncle Bill, you taught me more about writing than any other author. Also, that there was such a thing as a strap-on. YOu probably saved my life! :kiss:
 
Dublin said:
That was my first exposure, and discovery of how great words can paint vivid pictures in your mind. I have read some of the Black Lace books, and others, recently (last 5 years), and they still give me more stimulous (and ideas) than any picture or video.

If written porn excites you more than pictures, then you're born to be a writer.

The same is true for me, and I must have been 14 or so when I wrote my first porn story on an old manual typewriter, single spaced. I remember that I had no idea of how you go about getting a girl to have sex, so my hero got her drunk and then cut her sweater off her with a razor.

I think I was so excited by that time that I had to take a break. I never finished the story. I don't think I knew enough.

The sex life of a 14 year-old.
 
I can't remember when it was, but I was probably in my mid-teens. Found Literotica and kept printing out stories. lol

I think I tried writing erotic stories at the age of 14/15. The problem was that I could write the sex scene, but no idea of any plot. I always thought it'd be different considering I hadn't even had sex. :rolleyes:

It took me until I was 22 to start writing for Lit. :)
 
I was about 13, my friend stole a porno mag from his uncle and let me borrow it. It was like barely legal or something like that, all the pictures sucked but there was one good story in there.

I came harder reading that one story than I did the pictures. Then I looked up on the internet and found some site that was free at the time, wolf-something. I wrote my first at 16, it was horrible and the site sent it back to me with a nasty letter about how bad it was.

That site went pay and I wasn't of legal age so I went to reading mags again. I found this site a while back and I love it.

Anyone else feel like they are in an AA meeting?
 
Penthouse is nothing to be shy about. The stories in there are usually head and shoulders above Hustler. If I don't have access to the net I grab a Penthouse for a bit of text.

If I can I get the books, not the magazine.
 
I used to look through my parents' pperback books looking for sexy bits. One I espceially remember was named "Europa" and it was about Europe during WW2. Of course, there were also the National Geographics and "Man's magazines" (Not PLayboy. This was BEFORE Playboy)
 
Great thread.
Thanks for starting it.

I was about 8 or 10 years old when I discovered the old mans porn stash in the basement. Just the usual skin mags of the mid 1950's, nothing special.
Later I struck it rich when visiting the stash.
Tropic of Cancer by Henery Miller
and
Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence
Woohoo!
I hit the jackpot!
Thanks Pop!
The old man graduated to the good stuff and so did I.
At the tender age of 10 or so I learned that sex does not happen between your legs, but in your mind.
You mearly use your genitals to express it.
The old mans porn stash, Henery Miller and D.H. Lawrence are
what intoduced me to the world of erotica.
 
When I was 11, I was given a bunch of games for Amiga from the neighbour's kid. Being sort of a computer geek child, I was thrilled as I thumbed through about 15 disks containing pinball, martial arts combat, pong, astroids, and pool. I played them all from start to finish before I finally came across the last floppy aptly titled "Romantic Encounters at the Dome."

At that time, I was a huge fan of the "Choose your own Adventure" book series, and obsessed with the game "Zork," both of which were roleplay/text/short story based. Imagine my excitement when I plopped in the disk to discover a game which implemented all the aspects I loved about those things, AND let me decide the path of any sexual scenario I wished. Of course, I was still a virgin so a lot of the draw came from sneaking around doing something that seemed so taboo at the time.

Anyway, the fatal mistake I made was harassing my mother into calling the neighbours kid to get the password for disk 2. When she asked me what the game was called, I told her I couldn't remember but it had something to do with some dome. Finally she rang his mother up and I could hear him shout out from the background "Oh, does she mean "Romantic Encounters at the Dome?" The next day the disk had magically dissapeared. My mother still denies any involvement.

The second time was "Wifey" when I was about 15. My mom knew that I loved Judy Blume books and that she typically wrote for a younger audience, so she picked it up at a garage sale without bothering to read the back cover.
 
When jackson was flooded in 79 people threw out all kinds of things. I was already a voracious reader by then, so I was scavenging books left and write. One turned out to be A man with a maid. I found several others as well and for a while had my own private collection of victorian era porn stories.
 
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