Emily McCombs over at xoJane.com asked people to write about their first experiences with porn. I wrote this in the comments of the article, but thought I’d also share it here for you all to read, comment and share as well.
My first real foray into porn was a hard-core magazine. I remember sitting on the only cliff edge in my small town, overlooking the rodeo arena, giant bucking bronco statue looming over us with his judging plastic eye. There were four of us hormone filled horny 12-year-olds and I was, as usual, the only girl.
The penises in the images seemed so huge to me. I kept wondering if the boys with me had penises that large. They all had seen my breasts plenty of times before but it took seeing this porn for me to start asking to see their penises in return. A few weeks later, I even touched one, wanting to see how it gets hard under my rubbing hand like in the picture.
But while I was fascinated with the workings of the penis, I was mostly obsessed with how it got to enter the vagina. This penis, and the man attached to it, got to go into that girl, something I realized at that moment, sitting on that cliff edge under that statue, I desperately wanted to do as well. A week later, I told those same pubescent boys that I wanted to put my hand inside women the same way they did.
They said cool, then asked to see my boobs again.
