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My History With Playboy...
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My History With Playboy... Hugh Hefner died a couple days ago and a range of editorials have praised or condemned him for his influence on our society. Personally, his magazine had a significant influence on me in my<b> teenage </font></b>years, some good, some bad. My first encounter with the magazines was in my teens. My dad rented some houses to college guys who had collections of Playboy and Penthouse. When they moved out they often left stacks of them behind, which we hauled away to our private garbage dump on top of the hill at our farm. I knew they were there and retrieved some for my own stash under my mattress. Periodically, my mother would discover them and throw them away, but I always had access to more. The attraction was not unlike that of many<b> teenage </font></b>boys. I enjoyed the curves of sexy playmates and read the Playboy Forum and Penthouse Letters columns, usually stroking my cock as I looked at them. I sometimes had pages in my pocket I tore out and looked st them when I was alone out in the field. I had learned the amazing pleasure of orgasm by accident in the bathroom when I stroked myself until I climaxed. I came as often as 6 times a day, in those days, it took as little as 2-3 minutes with the right visual and physical stimulation. For the first several years I masturbated, I could have a second, less intense orgasm with only 2 or 3 extra strokes of my cock after my first orgasm. Obviously, the nubile, young playmates fueled mental fantasies about sex with them. The scenarios varied but always involved passionate sex and me shooting my cum deep inside them. Psychologically, the pictures and stories provided a relief valve from my dad’s controlling nature and the stress that gave me. No matter how stressed I was, gorgeous pictures and firm stokes of my cock could make it all go away for a while. I was a real virgin until age 23 when I lost it with my first wife; the magic of feeling my cock inside a real hot, wet pussy drove me to marry her 2 months later, even though there were obvious red flags in her personality. I continued to sneak looks at porn, which got me in trouble with her as she was very Puritanical in her outlook on sex and porn. Eventually, it may have been a factor in our divorce, but I was happy to shed her nasty, cold personality when I broke her rules, even simple ones like being home for supper on time. When the net made porn readily available online, I quit buying it. When online dating became available, I used it to find passion and a few long term lovers. My ability to write erotic stories has given me an “in” with those who can picture themselves in my fantasies. The fact that I am a stable, generous, decent looking guy doesn’t hurt either. So, do I regret my history with Playboy? No, I still love sex, love the look of nice curves and the feel of a woman in my arms. How do you feel about Hefner’s legacy and your experiences? |
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