First, hello to all! You get the benefit of my very first Lit post! Now don't you all feel special? ::chuckles at himself::
I thought I would toss in my two cents on the subject (for our international friends, please feel free to change the aforementioned monetary amount to that of your own country's funds, taking into account of course the current rate of exchange. Ahh, but I digress...).
I skimmed through the posts on this subject, as it has always been a turn on for me. One poster some 200-or-so posts ago said that for her it isn't really any thought of ACTUALLY having a sexual encounter with a family member but rather the arousal caused by the taboo involved. I tend to agree.
In my particular case, many years ago in the process of being the curious sexually developing young man that I was, I would seek out any opportunity to learn something about the subject. My family, a rather conservative one at the time, unfortunately left us to our own devices to discover sexuality. (Never had the birds & the bees speech). Anywho, the very first real live nude woman I saw, well after having my first sexual thoughts and feelings, was my mom. A long story made short (I will probably write about it at length at some point), I stumbled upon her slightly opened bedroom door as she toweled and dressed after a shower. She had moderately sized breasts with dark areolas surrounding very long, thick nipples. Her pubic hair was full and thick and lush.
To this day, I have an affinity for older women, large long nipples and a generous bush. I can still vividly recall how light headed I got peaking at this nude woman. The risk, the fear of getting caught, the thrill and, of course, the arousal. I SWEAR that most of the blood flooded away from my brain and rushed to my erection and other aroused areas. I could actually HEAR my pulse POUNDING and felt as though I could not catch my breath.
My point ("finally", I heard someone mutter way in the back) is that that one early all-to-brief experience actually formed several of my strongest sexual turn-ons. For me it is that taboo, those visions and the physical reaction I had to it all that I can always call upon to get me off when needed.
Apologies if I have not explained my point well. A thousand pardons from a virgin poster (and visitor to the board). I'll be around...this is going to be fun!
I thought I would toss in my two cents on the subject (for our international friends, please feel free to change the aforementioned monetary amount to that of your own country's funds, taking into account of course the current rate of exchange. Ahh, but I digress...).
I skimmed through the posts on this subject, as it has always been a turn on for me. One poster some 200-or-so posts ago said that for her it isn't really any thought of ACTUALLY having a sexual encounter with a family member but rather the arousal caused by the taboo involved. I tend to agree.
In my particular case, many years ago in the process of being the curious sexually developing young man that I was, I would seek out any opportunity to learn something about the subject. My family, a rather conservative one at the time, unfortunately left us to our own devices to discover sexuality. (Never had the birds & the bees speech). Anywho, the very first real live nude woman I saw, well after having my first sexual thoughts and feelings, was my mom. A long story made short (I will probably write about it at length at some point), I stumbled upon her slightly opened bedroom door as she toweled and dressed after a shower. She had moderately sized breasts with dark areolas surrounding very long, thick nipples. Her pubic hair was full and thick and lush.
To this day, I have an affinity for older women, large long nipples and a generous bush. I can still vividly recall how light headed I got peaking at this nude woman. The risk, the fear of getting caught, the thrill and, of course, the arousal. I SWEAR that most of the blood flooded away from my brain and rushed to my erection and other aroused areas. I could actually HEAR my pulse POUNDING and felt as though I could not catch my breath.
My point ("finally", I heard someone mutter way in the back) is that that one early all-to-brief experience actually formed several of my strongest sexual turn-ons. For me it is that taboo, those visions and the physical reaction I had to it all that I can always call upon to get me off when needed.
Apologies if I have not explained my point well. A thousand pardons from a virgin poster (and visitor to the board). I'll be around...this is going to be fun!
