My porn stash stories:
First a tribute to my dad's National Geographic Magazines. I knew every native tit picture from 1900 to through WWII. There was one filipina in particular that no doubt contributed to my love/lust for asian women.
Ever since leaving home and living on my own I have had a few magazines. Once in a while I'd get to the big city and buy some hardcore stuff. I sort of hid it from my first wife, but she knew I had it. Then once we were out at an old quarry collecting rocks for a wall and in the bushes I found a whole box of really great stuff. Some kids' porn stash. I should have left it, but took it home. Since wife was there, she obviously knew all about it. I don't recall her getting too much into it--but a few times after that I took her to strip shows and she really got turned on (though that's a different story).
By the time I met my present wife (over 25 years ago) I had a pretty good stash. I never kept it a secret. Indeed, after a urologist told me I should ejaculate at least once a day, my wife was happy to have me masterbate when she wasn't in the mood (which only happens rarely), so she was glad I had the porn. She also knew I visited strip bars and eventually worked in one as a D.J., so I think she preferred my interest in porn rather than in the girls I knew and worked with. Her attitude has always been that she didn't care where I got my appitite, so long as I came home to eat.
I haven't bought a magazine since the internet. I attribute the fact that I have been sexually faithful to my wife to the fact that I get a lot of my quest for variety from porn. My wife was more into porn videos than still pictures, but she still likes to have sex while my digital porn collection is playing in a slide show. She likes to get down on her knees under my desk and suck me off while I am looking at porn.
Without revealing what I do, my job frequently requires that I clean out other guy's offices/dens (has to do with donations). It is not at all uncommon to find porn stashes.
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