After Mum and Dad split up, Mum boxed up lots of Dad's stuff that he hadn't room to take to his new flat. One wall of the garage was filled with these boxes. It was the Easter school holidays and both Mum and Dad were at work and I was looking after myself. I'd had a row with Mum that morning as I wanted to go into town on my own, and Mum wanted me "where she knew I'd be safe", which was home.
I started exploring and after running out of places indoors to open, explore and shut, moved out to the garage. I opened several of Dad's boxes, and found stuff from his school days, old pictures and certificates, but in several boxes, there was a quantity of porn, in magazines, DVDs and books. Now I hadn't seen much like this, not in books or videos or even online, so I found it very interesting and removed most of the contents to my own room, safe in the knowledge it was unlikely anyone would notice that things were missing!
Although the pictures and poses were amazing to look at, books have always been my first love and there was lots to read, naughty stories, letters in magazines and a number of self help book including one which I now know to be a classic. It was obviously well-read and the pictures were more artistic than merely pornographic. That book was the Joy of Sex and I learned all sorts of phrases, techniques and gained a very liberal sense about sex and self-love, including an early instruction to get to know my vulva!
Stroking, exploring, trying, reading, re-exploring, re-trying and repeat! I felt feelings I'd never felt before, and, unsurprisingly, I liked them. I was hooked and with other books, with magazines, through watching the DVDs, I grew up very quickly. I didn't talk to anyone else about this, even when friends talked about masturbating, I just nodded at the right moment than share my experiences. They were mine, my secret, my pleasure and, at that point, not to be shared with others.
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