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Porn Shops Of The 1970’s free porn video
I was a bit embarrassed buying my girly magazines at my local Newsagents, he used to have them pegged up on a string above the newspapers.....id lurk around outside waiting to dash in when the shop was empty...the usual tame titles Parade, Spick n Span, Playboy, Forum, Penthouse...nothing too revealing. Willie, the Newsagent knew my family, so I felt buying my weekly wank magazine was showing me to be a real wanker.
One of my mates at College said he visited a few in Glasgow which sold magazines which showed full penetrative sex and oral sex. We agreed to swap our magazines. The shops were called “Campbell’s Health Stores”, there was one under the bridge on Stockwell Street and the other was behind the Apollo concert venue on West Nile Street. Both were staffed by old men in white lab coats and they sold the usual supply of Durex and a few basic, if not noisy vibrators in hard pink plastic. The walls were adorned with a variety of foreign magazines, notably Color Climax from Sweden....you couldn’t browse these as they were all in sealed plastic bags. The glorious Mary Millington had stated to make an appearance in Whitehouse magazine, though sometimes the opened legs and nipples had silly black stars on them. There was another dirty book shop on the south of the Clyde on Paisley Road West, once you entered the small shop there was virtually nothing in it apart from the old guy in a white lab coat and a few displays of condoms and delay sprays.....you would ask for magazines and he would point to a tacky slash coloured curtain on entering the walls had all the latest foreign porno magazines. It was in this shop that as I entered through the slash curtain that I realised one of the browsers was a former teacher of mine....I recognised the tweed jacket and trilby hat he wore, I’m sure to bed too. He was choosing a good few magazines and left with about six in his hands...to pay through the other side of the slash curtain...I couldn’t help but notice the top of his pile was a title called “Young Girls”.... I’m pretty sure he didn’t recognise me though he did virtually leave as I entered. My girlfriend was sitting in my car in a side street and once I bought my full porno Color Climax magazines and got them put in a brown paper bag, I could wait to get to the car to tell her who I had seen in the dirty mag shop. My girlfriend was fours younger than me but had been taught by him, he did have a bit of a reputation of being over friendly with some of the senior girls. She then told me that as a senior girl he had run her home from an event and leaned over to give her a friendly peck on the cheek...she said the next thing she felt his hand going between her legs...her being her, she was always horny, and she slightly encouraged him by parting her thighs where he then got better access to her knickers...she allowed him to finger her pussy through her knickers before she said she thought he came to his senses and said his good nights to her. He eventually left teaching.....I wonder why?
The dirty book shops continued on my shopping list for a few years till an Evangelical Pastor started protesting outside them...I always imagined him wearing fishnet stockings, panties and a suspender belt under his clothes.
This was a few years before the video revolution and so was really a horny guys only outlet for porn other than 8mm films...another story to follow.
My College mate and I shared our resources of porno Mags till we finished College...when I started work...I used to secretly plant a Penthouse or Fiesta in the staff room magazine racks....this resulted in another swap shop with one of the bosses who was always a Church Elder.
One of my mates at College said he visited a few in Glasgow which sold magazines which showed full penetrative sex and oral sex. We agreed to swap our magazines. The shops were called “Campbell’s Health Stores”, there was one under the bridge on Stockwell Street and the other was behind the Apollo concert venue on West Nile Street. Both were staffed by old men in white lab coats and they sold the usual supply of Durex and a few basic, if not noisy vibrators in hard pink plastic. The walls were adorned with a variety of foreign magazines, notably Color Climax from Sweden....you couldn’t browse these as they were all in sealed plastic bags. The glorious Mary Millington had stated to make an appearance in Whitehouse magazine, though sometimes the opened legs and nipples had silly black stars on them. There was another dirty book shop on the south of the Clyde on Paisley Road West, once you entered the small shop there was virtually nothing in it apart from the old guy in a white lab coat and a few displays of condoms and delay sprays.....you would ask for magazines and he would point to a tacky slash coloured curtain on entering the walls had all the latest foreign porno magazines. It was in this shop that as I entered through the slash curtain that I realised one of the browsers was a former teacher of mine....I recognised the tweed jacket and trilby hat he wore, I’m sure to bed too. He was choosing a good few magazines and left with about six in his hands...to pay through the other side of the slash curtain...I couldn’t help but notice the top of his pile was a title called “Young Girls”.... I’m pretty sure he didn’t recognise me though he did virtually leave as I entered. My girlfriend was sitting in my car in a side street and once I bought my full porno Color Climax magazines and got them put in a brown paper bag, I could wait to get to the car to tell her who I had seen in the dirty mag shop. My girlfriend was fours younger than me but had been taught by him, he did have a bit of a reputation of being over friendly with some of the senior girls. She then told me that as a senior girl he had run her home from an event and leaned over to give her a friendly peck on the cheek...she said the next thing she felt his hand going between her legs...her being her, she was always horny, and she slightly encouraged him by parting her thighs where he then got better access to her knickers...she allowed him to finger her pussy through her knickers before she said she thought he came to his senses and said his good nights to her. He eventually left teaching.....I wonder why?
The dirty book shops continued on my shopping list for a few years till an Evangelical Pastor started protesting outside them...I always imagined him wearing fishnet stockings, panties and a suspender belt under his clothes.
This was a few years before the video revolution and so was really a horny guys only outlet for porn other than 8mm films...another story to follow.
My College mate and I shared our resources of porno Mags till we finished College...when I started work...I used to secretly plant a Penthouse or Fiesta in the staff room magazine racks....this resulted in another swap shop with one of the bosses who was always a Church Elder.
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