28 August 2008
Posted by
l'hypocondriaque
at
16:55
When I turned thirteen, my father bestowed upon me all the smut he had accumulated throughout his life. Thirty years of Playboys and Hustlers. He told me I'd understand why he'd held on to them for so long when I got married. For the time being, however, I was to use them however I pleased.
I never used them at all though. I preferred pictures I took of myself, naked, by the window. Those were the pictures I felt comfortable masturbating to. I kept the pornography because I missed my father.