Used to buy a ton of mags from the dodgy Soho porn shops back in the 90s. (effectively got me into hard core too). But I used to love just being totally surrounded by porn.
to NiceGuyJoey93 :Going into an adult book store was such a thrill. Knowing that the place was devoted to the one thing I worshipped--sex, and I could actually cum in the video booths indulging in a little self-pleasure. I find that searching the Internet, looking for the beauties to get me off, is not that different from scouring the magazine racks. And I can indulge myself nearly every day, something that was difficult in the days of magazines. But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy your videos. Your cumshots are a thrill, so keep splashing those magazines!
to xxxpert999 :I couldn’t agree more. Such a good outlet for me when I was younger. Now don’t get me wrong, I love the internet and the variety it brings me, but something so exciting and erotic to edge and find just the perfect beauty to deserve your tribute and offering. And the excitement of actually buying one (or in my case a select bundle) of magazines, and waiting until I got home in my room to unwrap was unreal! Even now my heart is beating so fast thinking of those days! 😵💫🤭
to lucy_faubert :You read my mind! The first time that happened to me, I learned to keep it open and let them dry. I had a sense of pride for each lady when I would “ruin” their page so much that you couldn’t see much of them. In my mind back then, it was that I was honoring her with my cum. Oh how I wish I had those original mags now.