How I Learned to Wank
The house I grew up in had a very comfortably finished basement with its own television but it didn't have its own cable box or VCR, so it only showed what was on the television upstairs in the living room. While this was generally a bit of a pain in the butt, it did have an unintended perk.

My first introduction to pornography was thanks to my babysitter who decided, while I played quietly downstairs, to help herself to my parent's collection of VHS porn. Imagine my surprise when I flipped on the rec room TV and was greeted by a close-up shot of a woman jacking off some guy with a running commentary about said masturbation. Unsurprisingly, this also marked my introduction to self-abuse. The narration was very helpful in learning some real technique. It also clued me in that said stash of video porn existed, a bit of information I put to use at a later date, when I was allowed to be alone in the house.

All-in-all, a useful turning point in my childhood sexual development. Thanks, Christina!

Length? To my young eyes, in close-up, it seemed HUGE!
(bergec is filled with inertia, Mon 1 Nov 2010, 17:16, 4 replies)

This could have gone so wrong
if your babysitter had found the porn tapes with the star on the label indicating that they were home-made and not to be lent out.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Mon 1 Nov 2010, 17:18, closed)

Was Christina attractive?
You could/should have snuck up the stairs.
(Turtlenuts, Mon 1 Nov 2010, 17:36, closed)

She was a little tall for me.
(bergec is filled with inertia, Mon 1 Nov 2010, 18:19, closed)

I reckon she was HOT!
(Chopsey, Mon 1 Nov 2010, 19:53, closed)