'Jazz mags' stuffed in hedgerows
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phil1979 said:
J4CKO said:
Tonsko said:
Gregg Wallace reportedly when splitting from his wife, upon returning to their home to get his stuff, the only possessions he bothered to take with him was his stash of spank mags from the garage.
Masturchef !
king doesn't get more furious than this'
RedLeicester said:
Gosh you're young.
They were called "cock books" and porn films are "cock films" in the SW valleys. I bought an Italian video that one classmate had copied on VHS from his dad's collection. Most of the school had a copy and it had earned the nickname "st on me" due to the female star taking a fake dump on a farmers chest after he had caught her using a glass dilo in his field. It was also rammed full of DP action!One day my dads mate shouted across the street "dai, have you got any cock films I can borrow?". I'll never forget the look of excitement on his face as I described this filthy VHS while handing it over. No doubt he took it home and had a w
k there and then! I was also in school with his daughter who told me years later about how her parents had argued and the mother had destroyed the tape! The fker also shouted "dai have you been wking in the bath lately?" After my dad walked in on me tugging one off while stood in the bath!I'm in the forces now and there's still a lot of porn mags floating around the accommodation and old vehicles. A few weeks ago we were browsing "Climax: best cum shots 2005". This was so me after my first ever broadband connection:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sdE0bm0TMkI
Edited by dai1983 on Wednesday 22 July 22:42
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dai1983 said:
They were called "cock books" and porn films are "cock films" in the SW valleys. I bought an Italian video that one classmate had copied on VHS from his dad's collection. Most of the school had a copy and it had earned the nickname "st on me" due to the female star taking a fake dump on a farmers chest after he had caught her using a glass dilo in his field. It was also rammed full of DP action!
One day my dads mate shouted across the street "dai, have you got any cock films I can borrow?". I'll never forget the look of excitement on his face as I described this filthy VHS while handing it over. No doubt he took it home and had a wk there and then! I was also in school with his daughter who told me years later about how her parents had argued and the mother had destroyed the tape! The fker also shouted "dai have you been wking in the bath lately?" After my dad walked in on me tugging one off while stood in the bath!
I'm in the forces now and there's still a lot of porn mags floating around the accommodation and old vehicles. A few weeks ago we were browsing "Climax: best cum shots 2005". This was so me after my first ever broadband connection:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sdE0bm0TMkI
That is so brilliantly written. I could see it in a Billy Elliot style screenplay. Cracking stuff!t on me" due to the female star taking a fake dump on a farmers chest after he had caught her using a glass dilo in his field. It was also rammed full of DP action!One day my dads mate shouted across the street "dai, have you got any cock films I can borrow?". I'll never forget the look of excitement on his face as I described this filthy VHS while handing it over. No doubt he took it home and had a w
k there and then! I was also in school with his daughter who told me years later about how her parents had argued and the mother had destroyed the tape! The fker also shouted "dai have you been wking in the bath lately?" After my dad walked in on me tugging one off while stood in the bath!I'm in the forces now and there's still a lot of porn mags floating around the accommodation and old vehicles. A few weeks ago we were browsing "Climax: best cum shots 2005". This was so me after my first ever broadband connection:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sdE0bm0TMkI
Edited by dai1983 on Wednesday 22 July 22:42
It must have been about 14 years ago, It was the school holidays and I was out on my bike as a 10 year old lad. I had climbed into the garden of the 'abandoned mansion' and was rummaging through the undergrowth of bushes and trees, and low and behold - I found a plastic bag full of 'naughty' magazines. I remember going and getting all of my mates and taking them to the site. We all found it highly amusing. The pages were well sun faded and damp, I recall several return visits to that garden!
Why were they put there ? by who ? We will never know.....
Heck, Forward 3 years from then, I remember downloading my first naughty picture of a fully clothed lady off the net, took about 20 minutes, 1 line at a time the picture loaded.... that dial-up tone...
Now its all gone to pot. Cases from my work involve 12 year olds having 2-3-4 way sex. Never mind innocent 'semi nude' dirty mags in the bushes. Exposure to extreme and explicit porn on every kids tablet and phone at the click of a button.
Why were they put there ? by who ? We will never know.....
Heck, Forward 3 years from then, I remember downloading my first naughty picture of a fully clothed lady off the net, took about 20 minutes, 1 line at a time the picture loaded.... that dial-up tone...
Now its all gone to pot. Cases from my work involve 12 year olds having 2-3-4 way sex. Never mind innocent 'semi nude' dirty mags in the bushes. Exposure to extreme and explicit porn on every kids tablet and phone at the click of a button.
Edited by lxm on Thursday 23 July 10:44
Edited by lxm on Thursday 23 July 10:47
I was the unwilling Porn Fairy once, must have been about 14 when I went on holiday with a friend's family for a week, only problem was my mum was a nosey cow and would have found my stash while I was away.
I stashed the mags in a plastic bag at the bottom of a hedge in the fields around the back of my parents house, came back to find them gone. fk knows how anyone found them.
I stashed the mags in a plastic bag at the bottom of a hedge in the fields around the back of my parents house, came back to find them gone. f
k knows how anyone found them.MrBrightSi said:
No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man's.
Now i see why the martians came, George Orwell it wasn't about blood and materials it was for jazz mags.
Now i see why the martians came, George Orwell it wasn't about blood and materials it was for jazz mags.
H.G Wells.
entropy said:
Genuis.Feed forward porn. Porn fairy. That has made my day reading that!
My first encounter with hedge pron was an after school find in my old stomping ground. At the time the back lane was just a cut through around the back of some houses and a tennis club. Wedged in the bushes were a couple of magazines of very weathered mags which were decent enough to thumb through and convince mates to cycle back to have a look at that evening, but not enough to risk taking home.
For the first time in years I was back in the area and walked past the lane, which has now been developed enough to have its own, fitting, road name. Simpler times!
For the first time in years I was back in the area and walked past the lane, which has now been developed enough to have its own, fitting, road name. Simpler times!
Being a child of the 60’s and 70’s these tales of hedge stash grumble are very familiar and formed a vital part of my education. I remember being particularly taken with a mag liberated from carrier bag that I held dear for many years. The mag featured a generous spread of “French twins “ who were ginger haired, fit as fk, and to my eyes bloody gorgeous. Probably had that mag as my go to for relaxation for years from the age of 12 to about 16.
Well that’s not the end of the story, wind the clock forwards nearly 40 years and I am happily married with kids and grandkids, busy running my property development business. We bought an old police station and were stripping it out for a full refurbishment and conversion into housing. I crowbarred a bookcase off the wall in the old police station office and low and behold what fell off the top but a couple of ancient jazz mags. Bugger me one of the mags was an identical copy of my previous favorite (Razzle I think). It nearly brought tears to my eyes when it thumbed through it, I remembered every picture. Chances of that must be millions to one. I should have bought a lottery ticket!
I may still have it
Happy days.
k, and to my eyes bloody gorgeous. Probably had that mag as my go to for relaxation for years from the age of 12 to about 16. Well that’s not the end of the story, wind the clock forwards nearly 40 years and I am happily married with kids and grandkids, busy running my property development business. We bought an old police station and were stripping it out for a full refurbishment and conversion into housing. I crowbarred a bookcase off the wall in the old police station office and low and behold what fell off the top but a couple of ancient jazz mags. Bugger me one of the mags was an identical copy of my previous favorite (Razzle I think). It nearly brought tears to my eyes when it thumbed through it, I remembered every picture. Chances of that must be millions to one. I should have bought a lottery ticket!
I may still have it
Happy days.
bristolbaron said:
My first encounter with hedge pron was an after school find in my old stomping ground. At the time the back lane was just a cut through around the back of some houses and a tennis club. Wedged in the bushes were a couple of magazines of very weathered mags which were decent enough to thumb through and convince mates to cycle back to have a look at that evening, but not enough to risk taking home.
For the first time in years I was back in the area and walked past the lane, which has now been developed enough to have its own, fitting, road name. Simpler times!
Sourced in BS7? I bet that was good honest filth…. For the first time in years I was back in the area and walked past the lane, which has now been developed enough to have its own, fitting, road name. Simpler times!
J4CKO said:
I saw one last year on my way to work when cycling, made me nostalgic, but even nostalgia is not a powerful enough motivator to touch a pre-enjoyed porn mag.
Reminded me of a moment prior to last Christmas, middle and youngest were in our bedroom and we were sorting presents out, getting them off the wardrobe, youngest says "There is one still up there" and middle son stands on the bed frame and using his superior height, grabs the "present" and goes "That aint no present".
No sir, it was a very, very dusty pron mag, bought when away with work in a hotel with no wifi
anyway it got lashed up there and gathered dust, so they realise what it was and I get a chorus of "Ewww, dad" and "that's disgusting", I just said "Well, you two can shut up, I have seen your internet history" and they shut up PDQ and just to shut the missus up who was tutting I added "I only kept it as its the one that has your mum in"
Hahahaha, " made me nostalgic"Reminded me of a moment prior to last Christmas, middle and youngest were in our bedroom and we were sorting presents out, getting them off the wardrobe, youngest says "There is one still up there" and middle son stands on the bed frame and using his superior height, grabs the "present" and goes "That aint no present".
No sir, it was a very, very dusty pron mag, bought when away with work in a hotel with no wifi
anyway it got lashed up there and gathered dust, so they realise what it was and I get a chorus of "Ewww, dad" and "that's disgusting", I just said "Well, you two can shut up, I have seen your internet history" and they shut up PDQ and just to shut the missus up who was tutting I added "I only kept it as its the one that has your mum in" pablo said:
bristolbaron said:
My first encounter with hedge pron was an after school find in my old stomping ground. At the time the back lane was just a cut through around the back of some houses and a tennis club. Wedged in the bushes were a couple of magazines of very weathered mags which were decent enough to thumb through and convince mates to cycle back to have a look at that evening, but not enough to risk taking home.
For the first time in years I was back in the area and walked past the lane, which has now been developed enough to have its own, fitting, road name. Simpler times!
Sourced in BS7? I bet that was good honest filth…. For the first time in years I was back in the area and walked past the lane, which has now been developed enough to have its own, fitting, road name. Simpler times!
St Andrews! Only Mayfair/Club international around those parts!
bristolbaron said:
pablo said:
bristolbaron said:
My first encounter with hedge pron was an after school find in my old stomping ground. At the time the back lane was just a cut through around the back of some houses and a tennis club. Wedged in the bushes were a couple of magazines of very weathered mags which were decent enough to thumb through and convince mates to cycle back to have a look at that evening, but not enough to risk taking home.
For the first time in years I was back in the area and walked past the lane, which has now been developed enough to have its own, fitting, road name. Simpler times!
Sourced in BS7? I bet that was good honest filth…. For the first time in years I was back in the area and walked past the lane, which has now been developed enough to have its own, fitting, road name. Simpler times!
St Andrews! Only Mayfair/Club international around those parts!
pablo said:
bristolbaron said:
pablo said:
bristolbaron said:
My first encounter with hedge pron was an after school find in my old stomping ground. At the time the back lane was just a cut through around the back of some houses and a tennis club. Wedged in the bushes were a couple of magazines of very weathered mags which were decent enough to thumb through and convince mates to cycle back to have a look at that evening, but not enough to risk taking home.
For the first time in years I was back in the area and walked past the lane, which has now been developed enough to have its own, fitting, road name. Simpler times!
Sourced in BS7? I bet that was good honest filth…. For the first time in years I was back in the area and walked past the lane, which has now been developed enough to have its own, fitting, road name. Simpler times!
St Andrews! Only Mayfair/Club international around those parts!
bigmowley said:
Being a child of the 60’s and 70’s these tales of hedge stash grumble are very familiar and formed a vital part of my education. I remember being particularly taken with a mag liberated from carrier bag that I held dear for many years. The mag featured a generous spread of “French twins “ who were ginger haired, fit as fk, and to my eyes bloody gorgeous. Probably had that mag as my go to for relaxation for years from the age of 12 to about 16.
Well that’s not the end of the story, wind the clock forwards nearly 40 years and I am happily married with kids and grandkids, busy running my property development business. We bought an old police station and were stripping it out for a full refurbishment and conversion into housing. I crowbarred a bookcase off the wall in the old police station office and low and behold what fell off the top but a couple of ancient jazz mags. Bugger me one of the mags was an identical copy of my previous favorite (Razzle I think). It nearly brought tears to my eyes when it thumbed through it, I remembered every picture. Chances of that must be millions to one. I should have bought a lottery ticket!
I may still have it
Happy days.
Haha, brilliant! I'd love to see some of my old favourites again!k, and to my eyes bloody gorgeous. Probably had that mag as my go to for relaxation for years from the age of 12 to about 16. Well that’s not the end of the story, wind the clock forwards nearly 40 years and I am happily married with kids and grandkids, busy running my property development business. We bought an old police station and were stripping it out for a full refurbishment and conversion into housing. I crowbarred a bookcase off the wall in the old police station office and low and behold what fell off the top but a couple of ancient jazz mags. Bugger me one of the mags was an identical copy of my previous favorite (Razzle I think). It nearly brought tears to my eyes when it thumbed through it, I remembered every picture. Chances of that must be millions to one. I should have bought a lottery ticket!
I may still have it
Happy days.
bigmowley said:
Being a child of the 60’s and 70’s these tales of hedge stash grumble are very familiar and formed a vital part of my education. I remember being particularly taken with a mag liberated from carrier bag that I held dear for many years. The mag featured a generous spread of “French twins “ who were ginger haired, fit as fk, and to my eyes bloody gorgeous. Probably had that mag as my go to for relaxation for years from the age of 12 to about 16.
Well that’s not the end of the story, wind the clock forwards nearly 40 years and I am happily married with kids and grandkids, busy running my property development business. We bought an old police station and were stripping it out for a full refurbishment and conversion into housing. I crowbarred a bookcase off the wall in the old police station office and low and behold what fell off the top but a couple of ancient jazz mags. Bugger me one of the mags was an identical copy of my previous favorite (Razzle I think). It nearly brought tears to my eyes when it thumbed through it, I remembered every picture. Chances of that must be millions to one. I should have bought a lottery ticket!
I may still have it
Happy days.
Brought a tear to my eye, beautiful story that.k, and to my eyes bloody gorgeous. Probably had that mag as my go to for relaxation for years from the age of 12 to about 16. Well that’s not the end of the story, wind the clock forwards nearly 40 years and I am happily married with kids and grandkids, busy running my property development business. We bought an old police station and were stripping it out for a full refurbishment and conversion into housing. I crowbarred a bookcase off the wall in the old police station office and low and behold what fell off the top but a couple of ancient jazz mags. Bugger me one of the mags was an identical copy of my previous favorite (Razzle I think). It nearly brought tears to my eyes when it thumbed through it, I remembered every picture. Chances of that must be millions to one. I should have bought a lottery ticket!
I may still have it
Happy days.
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