What is it about 70’s and 80’s porn that I’m so attracted to?
Is it that my early masturbation was fueld by it? Copies of euro porn mags stashed under my chest of drawers. Eagerly acquired from that guy at school who had some seemingly endless supply of them. Quickly put into the bottom of my school bag; a glimpse of some buxom woman wearing a colourful, low cut top being leered over by a moustached gent on the cover as I hide it away. All day spent thinking about what scenes were inside; what did her tits look like? How did he fuck her. Eagerly rushed home and into my bedroom, excuses for having the door closed as I flipped through the mag; a quick pass first to establish what scenes it contained. Some threesomes, a lesbian scene, one big breasted black woman taking on three dicks. Returning to the buxom woman who’s met up not only with the gent on the cover, but his mate as well. Progressively being undressed and working on their cocks, slowly stroking my erection through my pants. She’s on all fours being spit roasted, my cock is out and being stroked, imagining her on my desk sucking my cock. She’s on top of one guy on the couch riding cowgirl while she blows the other. Getting to the page where she’s got cum being ejected all over her asshole as one guy cums having just withdrawn from her hairy pussy and my load blows all over my hand. A quick wipe up with some tissue, pants up, mag safely stashed away for next time.
Is it that my porn collection was seeded by it? Bad VHS copies of 80’s flicks kept with pride and joy. Sometimes watched with mates who made excuses to leave the room for a bit. Sometimes with mates who just got their cocks out and wanked, often ending in group cum dumps almost simultaneously and no further discussion of the matter to be had. Sometimes a girlfriend who wanted to see what all the fuss was about; often left unimpressed feeling like there was an expectation being set, rarely resulting in a rampant fuck and begging to be treated just like her on screen. Once left out on a coffee table when an older neighbour popped by. Her surprise and my embarrassment turning into a real life reenactment of any perfect older woman/younger man scene. Her not believing I was old enough to have such a thing, me asserting I was, her dismissing it as something only her husband would have. Knowing where it was going, letting it run its course and learning for the first time what pussy licking was all about. All the while Nina Hartley is getting fucked in suspenders and a bra on the TV.
Is it that I’m now the hairy older guy, not far off the moustached gent on the magazine cover. The one with the older woman as a wife. The woman with the hairy pussy who loves to fuck and suck. Tit’s that are real, worn by life, kids and time. That porn starts these days with their edited bodies are so far away from those glory days when women and men resemble what the real world looks like. Real world where cunts get sloppy. Where dicks range in size but still get sucked, slid into vaginas and assholes, slipped between tits. Where cum can be thick and sticky when pumped onto a pair of tits or viscous and voluminous when ejaculated into a wet cunt and pumped out onto thighs as she continues to fuck after you’ve cum. Where hair is everywhere and gets in your mouth when you suck her cunt for hours on end.
Perhaps it’s all three, I love, and live, classic porn.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/fo1sym/what_is_it_about_classic_porn_mfmfmast
Great essay about vintage erotica. Thanks for sharing.
Early influences persist. I still get off to 80s-era porn novels (including Victorian porn, often reprinted during that period). And I’m not alone, clearly, because a LOT of that material has ended up online…