Tales of The Perv
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Everywhere you look nowadays, people are showing their genitals, usually in graphic detail. Not something I like to see I’m afraid (but then I’m not ‘normal’, am I?)
Who remembers the 60s? Those were my teenage years – no mobile phones, no Internet, and even in dirty magazines full nudity was not permitted. The mags I bought most of were Spick & Span and Beautiful Britons, which were mostly fully-dressed, raised-skirt and knicker-show, some cleavage and bikinis, rarely topless, and no more.
Thanks to Harrison Marks, I spent decades thinking that women, well, looked like that. His air-brushing allowed him to publish full, but censored nudes. Not magazines I bought, but blokes at school passed around all the time.
Between the 60s and the early 90s, I never really had a constant source of ‘views’. I had to get lucky to see girls, long enough to get perv ecstasy just looking. Obviously there was my huge collection of dirty mags, later VHS tapes, there were the go-go dancers on TV and in pubs, sometimes overlooking the beach and seeing bikinis, sexy-dressed girls at work, maybe standing in the shopping arcade mac-wanking on lovely girls walking by (and being seen doing that on 2 or 3 occasions by girls at work....)
On my trips to Soho I did see the covers of real porn mags, but at that time they weren’t explicit photos and I didn’t really twig what was going on. In the 60s and 70s, the films I did see, like Bond or kitchen-sink dramas, featured men and women in bed together but always clothed, and for a long time I thought men never saw women naked.
Of course, I’d seen that women were naked in magazines, at least partially, and sometimes even with men there, like topless pool parties and suchlike. I knew men were usually the photographers, but somehow I squared that in my mind with the thought that these were people in a completely different walk of life, that the girls lived in another world altogether.
It’s no wonder that I was completely in awe of girls that posed, they had a kind of magic spell over me, and that persists to this day. I’ll never forget my excitement at finding out – in Parade magazine – that Miss Sally Douglas was going to be in a Carry On film. Miss Sally was a beautiful ‘starlet’ who posed in Parade, making me cum in my pants several times.
Seeing Her lovely cleavage in that film, hearing Her talk, seeing Her walk, as I sat there open-mouthed, the spunk pumping into my pants, was heaven for this wanker.
Things began to change in the 80s, and in some ways I grew up (in my 40s at this time...)
• I saw a VHS video in one of my mag shops, with a couple doing stuff, and to begin with asked the shop lady in alarm what was happening (why was the girl making that noise), and it all fell into place when She burst out laughing
• My first worshipping personally experience – Miss Melanie. Seeing a girl pose, deliberately showing Her knix, showing Her my mags and the state they were in, spunking my pants openly in front of Her
• Films were more explicit, nudity was more commonplace – but even so, seeing my first Russ Meyer film, sitting in my mac in that dark cinema with a handful of other pervs dotted around, I’d spunked my pants seeing the girl in the opening sequence with Her lovely cleavage.
I’d grown up thinking, as most blokes did in the 60s, that girls weren’t interested in sex, and indeed the blokes at school would boast about their ‘conquests’. Later the whole flower-power and free love thing began to change that – not that any of this was relevant to me, I never had or sought ‘relations’ of any sort, and would have run a mile if any girl had, for what could only have been some bizarre reason, expressed any interest.
So even in the 80s, the decade of my - to some extent - enlightening, I didn’t think that had changed. All the scenarios I saw where girls were ‘on display’ seemed to be controlled, whether film set, photo studio, beauty contest or whatever. Girls at work, whilst often sexy-dressed, did not show any more, unless by accident.
Miss Melanie allowed me to see a little in Worship Sessions, in exchange for a pound sterling tribute. That was why. She always seemed bored by it, yet I knew Her other clients wanted and got a lot more. So fine, maybe She was just different, a professional.
Then, in the early 90s, I was on the road as I had been for years, and always with my mac in the back, hoping to see some lucky views. Yes, there were lucky views, requiring me to ditch the van and dash back in my mac, hoping to get my perv sex pleasure. But nothing prepared me for what I saw on this particular evening in Birmingham
When I finished my days work, often by the afternoon, I’d be in my mac in the shopping malls, maybe find a phone booth and hope for lovely girls to walk by. Sometimes I was lucky, but often went home disappointed, but happy to spend an evening with my mags or looking out the window.
This time, it was early evening, and I’d turned into a part of the city I’d never been to before, and – the street was full, just full, of sexy-dressed girls. Very skimpy-dressed, sexy girls. I blew a fuse and dumped the van, running back in my mac and finding a shop doorway to stand there and ogle. My pants were full of cum in just a few minutes.
I’d seen girls at work, girls shopping, but I’d never seen girls as skimpy-dressed as this (apart from bikinis on the beach of course, rare though that was). Skirts so short, low-cut tops. Even in cold weather, though I had to often wait for hours, most times a girl or girls would walk along, despite the cold, showing so much I’d soon spunk my pants.
What puzzled me most about this, and always had done seeing girls on the beach in bikinis alongside men in trunks, was – if the girls are showing so much, surely they must know that blokes are going to want to ‘do stuff’ to them? I mean, one of those girls in Her micro-mini or skimpy tight top would have me in perv ecstasy in less than minute.
It was only with the rise of the Internet, and the growing availability of hard porn, that my education became complete. I don’t look at hard core porn, but it’s impossible to avoid online. (I do like to see a girl with several men, I think She must be SO sexy to do that).
Even now, I see a photo of a girl in a stunning outfit being looked at by a bunch of men, and it sort of stuns me, to think She would do that. And I have to tell myself, no, these are ‘normal’ blokes. They’ve seen girls nude many times, been in bed with them, done stuff with them, seen them topless on the beach, nude in the shower, so while they still like to see sexy-dressed girls, it’s not the same as the way I react – desperate excitement, disbelief at how short Her mini is or how She bulges so lovely in Her top, and spunk spunk spunk in my pants, in grateful joyful perv ecstasy.
I guess girls that are seen nude all the time by men, think it’s no big deal to wear sexy outfits. The girls in Spick & Span wore minis and sexy stuff, but I found out a lot of them posed nude in other mags, nudie books, so it was no big deal to them to pose in miniskirts and bikinis. No big deal for them, but a very big deal – pure perv pants-spunk ecstasy to be exact – for me.
Who remembers the 60s? Those were my teenage years – no mobile phones, no Internet, and even in dirty magazines full nudity was not permitted. The mags I bought most of were Spick & Span and Beautiful Britons, which were mostly fully-dressed, raised-skirt and knicker-show, some cleavage and bikinis, rarely topless, and no more.
Thanks to Harrison Marks, I spent decades thinking that women, well, looked like that. His air-brushing allowed him to publish full, but censored nudes. Not magazines I bought, but blokes at school passed around all the time.
Between the 60s and the early 90s, I never really had a constant source of ‘views’. I had to get lucky to see girls, long enough to get perv ecstasy just looking. Obviously there was my huge collection of dirty mags, later VHS tapes, there were the go-go dancers on TV and in pubs, sometimes overlooking the beach and seeing bikinis, sexy-dressed girls at work, maybe standing in the shopping arcade mac-wanking on lovely girls walking by (and being seen doing that on 2 or 3 occasions by girls at work....)
On my trips to Soho I did see the covers of real porn mags, but at that time they weren’t explicit photos and I didn’t really twig what was going on. In the 60s and 70s, the films I did see, like Bond or kitchen-sink dramas, featured men and women in bed together but always clothed, and for a long time I thought men never saw women naked.
Of course, I’d seen that women were naked in magazines, at least partially, and sometimes even with men there, like topless pool parties and suchlike. I knew men were usually the photographers, but somehow I squared that in my mind with the thought that these were people in a completely different walk of life, that the girls lived in another world altogether.
It’s no wonder that I was completely in awe of girls that posed, they had a kind of magic spell over me, and that persists to this day. I’ll never forget my excitement at finding out – in Parade magazine – that Miss Sally Douglas was going to be in a Carry On film. Miss Sally was a beautiful ‘starlet’ who posed in Parade, making me cum in my pants several times.
Seeing Her lovely cleavage in that film, hearing Her talk, seeing Her walk, as I sat there open-mouthed, the spunk pumping into my pants, was heaven for this wanker.
Things began to change in the 80s, and in some ways I grew up (in my 40s at this time...)
• I saw a VHS video in one of my mag shops, with a couple doing stuff, and to begin with asked the shop lady in alarm what was happening (why was the girl making that noise), and it all fell into place when She burst out laughing
• My first worshipping personally experience – Miss Melanie. Seeing a girl pose, deliberately showing Her knix, showing Her my mags and the state they were in, spunking my pants openly in front of Her
• Films were more explicit, nudity was more commonplace – but even so, seeing my first Russ Meyer film, sitting in my mac in that dark cinema with a handful of other pervs dotted around, I’d spunked my pants seeing the girl in the opening sequence with Her lovely cleavage.
I’d grown up thinking, as most blokes did in the 60s, that girls weren’t interested in sex, and indeed the blokes at school would boast about their ‘conquests’. Later the whole flower-power and free love thing began to change that – not that any of this was relevant to me, I never had or sought ‘relations’ of any sort, and would have run a mile if any girl had, for what could only have been some bizarre reason, expressed any interest.
So even in the 80s, the decade of my - to some extent - enlightening, I didn’t think that had changed. All the scenarios I saw where girls were ‘on display’ seemed to be controlled, whether film set, photo studio, beauty contest or whatever. Girls at work, whilst often sexy-dressed, did not show any more, unless by accident.
Miss Melanie allowed me to see a little in Worship Sessions, in exchange for a pound sterling tribute. That was why. She always seemed bored by it, yet I knew Her other clients wanted and got a lot more. So fine, maybe She was just different, a professional.
Then, in the early 90s, I was on the road as I had been for years, and always with my mac in the back, hoping to see some lucky views. Yes, there were lucky views, requiring me to ditch the van and dash back in my mac, hoping to get my perv sex pleasure. But nothing prepared me for what I saw on this particular evening in Birmingham
When I finished my days work, often by the afternoon, I’d be in my mac in the shopping malls, maybe find a phone booth and hope for lovely girls to walk by. Sometimes I was lucky, but often went home disappointed, but happy to spend an evening with my mags or looking out the window.
This time, it was early evening, and I’d turned into a part of the city I’d never been to before, and – the street was full, just full, of sexy-dressed girls. Very skimpy-dressed, sexy girls. I blew a fuse and dumped the van, running back in my mac and finding a shop doorway to stand there and ogle. My pants were full of cum in just a few minutes.
I’d seen girls at work, girls shopping, but I’d never seen girls as skimpy-dressed as this (apart from bikinis on the beach of course, rare though that was). Skirts so short, low-cut tops. Even in cold weather, though I had to often wait for hours, most times a girl or girls would walk along, despite the cold, showing so much I’d soon spunk my pants.
What puzzled me most about this, and always had done seeing girls on the beach in bikinis alongside men in trunks, was – if the girls are showing so much, surely they must know that blokes are going to want to ‘do stuff’ to them? I mean, one of those girls in Her micro-mini or skimpy tight top would have me in perv ecstasy in less than minute.
It was only with the rise of the Internet, and the growing availability of hard porn, that my education became complete. I don’t look at hard core porn, but it’s impossible to avoid online. (I do like to see a girl with several men, I think She must be SO sexy to do that).
Even now, I see a photo of a girl in a stunning outfit being looked at by a bunch of men, and it sort of stuns me, to think She would do that. And I have to tell myself, no, these are ‘normal’ blokes. They’ve seen girls nude many times, been in bed with them, done stuff with them, seen them topless on the beach, nude in the shower, so while they still like to see sexy-dressed girls, it’s not the same as the way I react – desperate excitement, disbelief at how short Her mini is or how She bulges so lovely in Her top, and spunk spunk spunk in my pants, in grateful joyful perv ecstasy.
I guess girls that are seen nude all the time by men, think it’s no big deal to wear sexy outfits. The girls in Spick & Span wore minis and sexy stuff, but I found out a lot of them posed nude in other mags, nudie books, so it was no big deal to them to pose in miniskirts and bikinis. No big deal for them, but a very big deal – pure perv pants-spunk ecstasy to be exact – for me.
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