Adult Magazine

The letters page in the adult magazines seemed to contain a wealth of sexual knowledge that I didn’t have a clue about but I read every single line and started to gain some idea of what happens in the bedroom but it would be a few years before I had any experience. Some of the older boys told tales of their Sexploits but their boasts did not tally up with what I was reading.
I had no one to share my knowledge with or anyone to ask, so I kept on reading and learning. It was during a letter about a woman who went shopping in just her lingerie under a raincoat that I climaxed for the first time, again I did not know what I was doing but an unbelievable sense of satisfaction and achievement washed over me and I continued to do it for as long as I could stay awake.
From that point on, I would do it morning noon and night and while I was doing it I was always imagining women in lingerie, from the magazines or from school.
I knew that I was not going to meet a woman who wore lingerie, as I was too young and I also knew that girls my age did not wear lingerie, only in my imagination.
So I started to look through my mother’s underwear drawer but sadly she seemed to be very practical, but whenever we visited relatives I would occasionally venture into an aunts bedroom and on a few occasions I found a suspender belt or two, which was fun but not as much fun as seeing her wearing them.