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[live4thebj]

I have to share this. I was born in 1974 so naturally my days of puberty pre-dates the Internet. People in our time had porn mags if you can get your hands on one, or your sister's and/or mom's catalogues.

For whatever reason my mom kept them in a basket in the bathroom. Lucky for me we got Victoria's Secret and Fredericks of Hollywood amongst other things, but those two were my favorite for obvious reasons.

But one model in particular I was most attracted to and fantasized about and so on: Stephanie Seymour. While my sisters are blondes my mom is a brunette so that may contribute to my preference to her in the group of blonde models.

Don't get me wrong my mom isn't a sexual or sexy person but that is just a theory as to why I prefer brunettes. Anyway I wasted hours at a time and boxes of tissues fantasizing of her and drooling over her lingerie pictures.

Jumping a few decades later my sister lives in a rich town marrying a guy at the time too was rich. With living this lifestyle most if not all your friends are also rich, and there is a chance one or more will be famous. In fact, quite a few of the town residents of where she lives is famous. Well turns out she met someone. Not sure if they became friends or it was a function, or she went over my sisters house; I really have no idea. But who it was is what made me want to laugh so hard but I had to hold it back, and that is the person I am talking about that she met was Stephanie Seymour. What is even funnier is my sister asked if I knew who she was, and I played dumb and told her I had no idea.

I was not fan of my sister when she was rich, she was a real snob/bitch. So any of these parties that I was invited to was a big fat no. BUT...if I knew Stephanie was going to be there, lets just say I would be shopping for a sexy nice outfit and head right over.

 

[FoxtrotJulietRomeo]

Something I remember from 45 years ago but still laugh about today; I was staying with my girlfriend as her parents had gone on holiday. We'd decided that it would be nice for them if we redecorated the living room while they were away but of course being young (both 18), energetic and having a house completely to ourselves, this also involved a LOT of sex, any time, any place etc etc.

One afternoon we were on the sofa banging like a gate in a gale when the DJ said "...and whatever you're doing, you're doing it better with Radio 1!" and suddenly, I wasn't!!

I went down faster than the Titanic but we laughed about it and still so if by any chance you're reading this Paul Burnett, thanks a bunch!! https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/images/smilies/smile.gif

That same week, we also managed to break a bed. These were the old-style, hardwood head and footboard, angle frame with diamond wire etc. Once again, we were going for it big style when one of the foot-end corners let go and dropped to the floor. We paused very briefly then decided "fuck it!" and carried on. Unfortunately the increased load then proceeded to break the other end and we ended up in a cartoon-style heap of woodwork but not before we'd both exploded like a volcano.

We fixed the bed later - much later!