Porn before the internet.

For those too young to remember the days before the internet, getting yourcthrillsxwas altogether a different affair. I first went to a shabby sex shop. There was a back door (luckily!) And I still remember the frisson of excitement as I first entered. There was a kind of probationary period to see if the guy trusted you. You would start by having access to some Rodox/colour climax off the shelf. They were wrapped in cellophane and had black spots over the penetration. When you went back, you are told not to bother with "that crap" and allowed to buy the same stuff without the censorship spots.

Soon you were invited to try the "under the counter" videos. Before long, he'd worked out I liked cum vids and so he would keep some back. Each time you bought stuff there was a delicious feeling of shame and embarrassment, but you knew as soon as you got him, you'd rip the wrapping off and then try ripping your cock off too. Always phone in sick the next day too...