The_Darkness
Ascending Demon
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dr_mabeuse said:The funniest is when you're 13 or 14, and the sight of a bra in a clothes dryer is all it takes.
I remember masturbating to pictures of women's cosmetics, shoes, underwear, all sorts of comic books (Ditch that bitch Veronica, Archie! Betty's ready and willing! What the hell's wrong with you?), catalogs, popping a hardon in eighth grade looking at the bra strap of the girl who sat in front of me. (Nothing about her tits, just the sight of that strap through her blouse.)
You get older, you get more sophisticated. You tell yourself stories, set up situations, but at the crucial moment, for me, it's always an image: her face usually, sometimes her nails clawing the sheets.
Everything's erotic.
I must have been spoiled.....or ruined, one of the two....I found my dad's porn stash when I was about 12. Everything's been down hill since then.

