The Long Term Effects of Porn Bushes Becoming Obsolete on Society
The story of the first hard core porno video I owned
“We found a tape in the park!” My ten year old sister Cerise yelled as she and her best friend came running through the house. The girls ran into the family room where I was reading and scrambled to plunge their plunder into the VCR and turn on the TV.
“It didn’t have a label…”
*Gasp* They found a porn bush! It has to be porn. It might be good porn! Oh please let it be porn! Oh please oh please!
My sister turned on the VHS player and pressed play.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” The girls screamed.
I smirked. Jackpot.
My friends and I were at our fathers’ mercy for porn. I was lucky to have a Dad with Playboys in his nightstand. He used those to distract me from the hard core tickle torture bondage magazines I’d find in his closest when I was older.
One of the boys in the neighborhood had a cable TV descrambler that gave him every channel. Porno was on Playboy and the Spice Network but they were blue balls inducing cock teases that weren’t worth watching.
No penetration. Just 10 minute shots of the adult actresses face going. “Oh! Ah! Oh yeah baby! Oh…
