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Domkitten on Monday, April 24, 2006 - 12:38 AM PST
So we would sit and recount the pages that made us feel hot and heavy, but not ever consider or at least not admit that these same pages were the little pearls that were pushing us over the edge of moist misguided pleasuring into actual climax. This was golden stuff, this was what really got us off, and we liked it. I remember when I finally learned that I was having an orgasm. I attribute this knowledge to Stephen King’s Carrie. I still remember long hours masturbating to a torrid scene set in the back of a car where two teen lovers finally manage to do two things right at the same time. Figure out how to put the condom on correctly, and for the girl, figuring out how to come. I remember his descriptions of opening roses and overwhelming goodness and thought, hey that’s how I feel right, right, right, right, ah…..that was education in it’s happiest most puerile form.
Stephen King was among the many introductions to porn that I shared with my friend, but as high school wanders on I found a number of more interesting outlets for getting my rocks off. I have to say, among the best pornography of high school was the hot and heavy tales of how to masturbate as recounted by sixteen year old boys. Oddly, there is something almost poetic about the young teenage male when he discusses masturbation. Granted I was not the audience of these tales, these were intended for the poor young Jehovah’s Witness who was unfortunately seated amongst these erstwhile sexual bullies who would tease and prod and poke at him because he was too meek and virtuous perhaps. They would talk about the art of masturbation and the techniques that they had discovered paying little attention to the girl who was paying rapt attention to them, rather then concentrating on learning that dastardly Pythagorean theorem. Ah, for the tawdry talk of the high school boy. This became an entirely knew kind of porn, porn from someone else’s fantasy or reality. The porn of people I knew. That was a seedy wetness that I truly enjoyed.
Boys in high school are full of talks about sex and masturbation, something that they can share far more freely then the high school girl. I’d listen to the poetic descriptions or sometimes merely just raw descriptions of masturbatory act and excused myself for a trip to the bathroom, standing in a cold white high school stall and coming as much as I could in a five minute break from class. Splashing cold water on my face and washing sticky fingers before returning to class and finishing whatever work it was I had been distracted from. Able to tune it out, that steamy talking, but knowing that I could pull it up again later, at home, for something perhaps a bit more satisfying. Ah, my sexually over stimulated youth.
That was all good fun, getting off on the imagines of others, of authors, the teenage boy, the preachers daughter, all good tales of hot fun that could be woven into my own night time ponderings and used to speed the contractions of my clitoris before passing out into sleep. Those were good times, and good porn. I remember then later dirty magazines hidden between the mattress of my younger brother, or videos that had been stolen, along with the contents of the register, from the video store down the street by those same younger family members. But these harder things, these true realities, actually watching people have sex on screen, this was not nearly as powerful as the books I enjoyed reading. I found it more scientific, penis, vagina, intercourse; it wasn’t sex and didn’t have the same power over me as the flowery words of Johanna Lindsey.
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Re: Girls Don't Share Porn
by Schizo (Aranea@Spidersdance.com)
on Apr 24, 2006 - 02:13 AM
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Amen, amen!
Porn was miserably hard to come by in my freakishly fundamentalist household. My dad didn't even have a secret stash, and my older brother was aggressively chaste, with dreams of becoming a sort of informal Protestant monk. As I became older and more mobile, I was able to go to the library to sneak smutty books past my parents - only the big county library, since I might be recognized at the local one. And once I found a sex toy catalogue by the side of a freshly paved road - it had tar on it, but I snuck it to a hiding place in the woods and devoured it. I didn't even dare bring it inside the house.
For the most part, I had to rely on my active but ill-informed imagination. My only knowledge of sex was derived from the brief explanation of where babies come from that my parents afforded me, and the dry and technical information, including cross-section of male genitals, erect and otherwise, that sex ed in a Christian school provided. I did not even understand what masturbation or orgasm was until I stumbled across a sex-help book at an older, married friend's house. I tried to look up the definitions to those words secretly in a hundred-year-old Webster's dictionary, but the results were completely unsatisfying.
But lack of technical information did not stop my maturing mind from cooking up all sorts of lurid and impossible fantasies. Unfettered by the bounds of reality, I was able to enjoy imaginary sex scenes that the most flexible and adventurous of porn stars would be alarmed by. All the raging hormones of my sex-starved adolescence found their release, and I blew my own mind on a regular basis.
Of course, eventually I discovered real sex, real porn, and all the facts that go along with it. And you know, I can't help but look back on those days somewhat wistfully. I miss the mystery of sex - the excitement, the danger, the anticipation. I have yet to find a porn that turns me on like those impossible scenes I dreamed up 15 years ago.
So, girls, if you've got some good stuff that you aren't sharing, dish it out to me, too!
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Re: Girls Don't Share Porn
by Meranda_Jade (Meranda@mymind.com)
on Apr 24, 2006 - 08:57 AM
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I think my first introduction to porn was a dirty joke book that I found at a disreputable babysitter's house. I was perhaps seven. It was all cartoony, the kind of one panel comics you find in Playboy. I'm not sure how much of it I really understood, only that it was dirty, and reading it made me feel embarrassed and dirty. I kept reading it whenever I was over there. I don't think I connected it to my masturbation habits (I'd been whacking off since I was at least four), but it fascinated me to think that adults were so nasty. Funny, I didn't have a clue what "nasty" really was.
The first time I saw actual porn was when I was perhaps eleven. Someone had left an old Penthouse magazine out in a field and I'd found it on my wanderings. One picture really stood out to me, two pretty ladies laying sprawled against each other, 69, faces very close to pretty, lacy panties, licking each others' thighs. It was a more interesting picture than the centerfold, which was a lady sitting in a chair, legs spread and dark, hairy pussy hanging open for all to see. I didn't like that picture. It was dirty, and for some reason, made me feel bad. I liked the other picture, which I thought was beautiful. It confused me in a lot of ways, I'd never really thought that girls could like touching each other like that. It just wasn't something that I'd been exposed to. It didn't seem so wrong, once I thought about it, but I think it shocked me a bit. I think I thought it was supposed to be "bad" because it was in a "bad" magazine. I didn't think too long or hard about why I kept wanting to look at that one picture. I buried the magazine in the field after a while. I knew I didn't want to get caught looking at it.
Soon after that, I found my mom's stash of bodice-rippers. Wow. A whole new world came alive to me. *This* was what turned me on. Stories of passion and violence, long descriptions of bodies coming together, what parts to touch and how. More important than that, why. I realized that, for me, there had to be a reason for the sex, the build-up leading to it was more important than the act itself. This was where my own very active imagination kicked in, and I spun stories in my mind that actually frightened me at times. No one had ever touched me in passion, but by the time I was 13, I'd had sex in my mind hundreds of times.
I kept reading romance novels on the sly, and when I got hold of a particularly juicy one, I started reading it to my friends. Two other girls and I would sit in my bed late at night as I would tell them bedtime stories. (The other girls were living in the same house, so there were many of these late-night readings.) It got so they couldn't wait for bedtime. We'd all fall asleep in the same bed like a pile of puppies. I don't know what they dreamed about, but my own dreams were pretty vivid.
Some time after that, I got a boyfriend. It was time to put into practice all the things I'd been reading about and then some. He had a very extensive collection of Hustler magazine and we'd look at them together. I particularly liked the smaller books that were just stories, no pictures. We'd read them to each other and then act some of them out. We role-played, played dress-up with each other, used handcuffs and ropes and tried every position we'd ever heard about and even made some up. Using porn as a guide, we thoroughly explored each other in a surprisingly innocent teenage way. We did the most perveted things to each other, but it never felt dirty or bad. It was clean and pure... perhaps because we were both so blissfully starry eyed in love that nothing we did with each others' bodies could ever be wrong or bad. And so, porn ceased to be bad in my mind. It was another good thing to share with someone special.
The first time I saw a porn video, I thought I would die laughing. Some friends had gotten hold of one and showed it at their house. They acted all silly, giggly and embarrased by it. I
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Re: Girls Don't Share Porn
by MystryssRavynDarque (amanda-at-vibechild-dot-com)
on Apr 24, 2006 - 12:36 PM
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You should make a website for girls to share their porn. I'd be glad to help.
I had a computer class in high school that I hated with a passion. Nothing but typing all day long every day. Eventually the teacher stopped caring because none of the students cared, so I started writing porn. There was a hot redhead girl who sat next to me, who loved to watch me write. We'd give each other lusty looks as the story unfolded.
I actually still have the unfinished story, but the memories are far greater.
Oh, and I also like my porn with not just a side of plot, but with plot as the main dish. This is why I read porn more now than watch porn. Unfortunately it is amateur writing, which often times is worse than film porn. There are a few good ones out there, and I intend to find them.
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Re: Girls Don't Share Porn
by Anonymous-Coward on Apr 26, 2006 - 06:41 AM
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I'm not sure I buy the whole "Men are From Mars and Women are From Venus" thesis... seems like we're both from Earth to me, and there's crappy porn for both genders. It just depends upon what you're into that makes the "good" stuff scarce. (Trust me, there's not a whole helluva lot of what works for me out there, either... and I'm tired of trying to find left-handed albino bestiality pics for my friends.)
Some folk will tell you that "men like pictures and women like words"... but this also falls into the crock o' shite pile as well. Individuals have preferences and I can get pretty hot and/or bothered by words... but they have to be the right words. I'm sorry, but I don't have the same tastes as Anne Rice and her homoerotic purple prose. I can spend ten minutes at fictionmania.com, though, and be ready to do some carpentry with my junk.
If there's a major difference between the genders, I think it is societal. Men are just conditioned to accept the crap that comes their way. Most of that crap is second rate porn, but our conditioning also prohibits us from complaining about porn. Porn equals good. Porn equals friend. That's why Hustler magazine is still in business; it's crap, but it's available. Men don't complain that their diamonds aren't shiny enough... men just wank with whatever they can get their free hand on. Hell, they used National Geographic back in the days before Hugh Hefner had the brainstorm that maybe sex makes people buy things.
If women hadn't so busy pretending that they didn't do that sort of thing, then men might have put the hand cream away long enough to sell them crappy porn of their own. But if you're looking for the perfect porn for your gender, inclinations, age and tax bracket, you're probably going to be disappointed. The perfect porn can only be found under a mattress with the Holy Grail and a perpetual motion device on top of it and only during the second full moon of a month with a "Z" in it.
If you can't wank to the one you love, then wank to one you're with.
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Re: Girls Don't Share Porn
by gothicmorman (litty_klj@hotmail.com)
on Apr 26, 2006 - 11:23 AM
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I guess the first real pornish stuff I got into was Gundam Wing Fanfiction. Gundam Wing being a mecha type anime with no smut type stuff in it at all but it's hugely popular for fanfiction many of which get into sex scenes - some of which are pretty good and nearly all of which are written by 13-20 year olds. That was when I was 15. The other large factor in my porn learnings was this site actually - I've grown up in a completely christian family - my mom actually believes porn or watching porn is a sin. When i was younger i had a sort of masturbation thing but god forbid ever telling anyone - I understood the idea from a book my mom had called the joy of sex but the mechanics were far past me for quite a while - i didn't know it had to go IN! some of the most interesting sexual education i have had came in the last year from my boyfriend type person ish whatever you want to call it.
to be perfectly honest i havn't had the most fulfilling sexual whatever in life... but im working on it - I havn't ever really found anything that makes it interesting. Fun, having sex is indeed fun - well it was for a period of time. but its not too terrible interesting, i get bored of it easily. Maybe i have just not found the right kind of stories though.
I would be totally into the website idea. If anyone actually wants to make one - im in college for Programming and Web development so I can cover the typing part if others are loathe to do it. and i know of a host that is absolutely amazing. (as in 500 GB of server space apparantly).
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Re: Girls Don't Share Porn
by Psychopixi (psychopixi.at.hotmail.com)
on Apr 30, 2006 - 04:21 AM
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Porn for me has always been synonymous with smutty fanfiction - starting with Buffy fanfic at the tender age of ten, and moving on from there. I've got a couple of picture saved on my computer, but none of them are explicit. It's like they're the start of the story, and I make the rest up in my head. Pictures on their own just don't do it for me. Especially not when they're some butt-ugly bloke grappling with a penis which has evidently been Photoshopped to twice it's natural length.
I've not found a film which has appealed to me yet either. Same as has been said already; where's the plot?! Can't say I ever thought of hentai anime though, that's different. Meranda Jade, what was the name of that first film you found which actually had an evil human, as opposed to a tentacled blob from outer space?
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