somnilicious
Bluelighter
Mine was some time in early elementary me and some friends use to love walking through the woods with sticks smashing all the bottles we found. One day we happen apon this old trailer that is so out of place and unkept that it was clear no one lived there so we decided to go inside. Once in we were stunned to find that we had entered a masturbation den like no other. The walls were completely covered in the fold out posters from porn mags and the floor was so covered with magazines you could barely walk. Absolutely nothing else inside.
We took one look at each other and in unison we all dropped down and started gathering as many mags as our greedy little fingers could carry with remarks of "why are all these pages stuck together?". We bolted with our porn hord.That entire summer was spent reading the stories and consuming the images every afternoon at the bmx track. It was the greatest summer ever until some older kids found out about our stash and then jumped us and took it.
Anybody else?
We took one look at each other and in unison we all dropped down and started gathering as many mags as our greedy little fingers could carry with remarks of "why are all these pages stuck together?". We bolted with our porn hord.That entire summer was spent reading the stories and consuming the images every afternoon at the bmx track. It was the greatest summer ever until some older kids found out about our stash and then jumped us and took it.
Anybody else?