I have been thinking a lot about when my mind opened up to the world of depravity. From a VERY young age, I was always infatuated with sex, but not necessarily quite the Pandora's box that opened shortly after.
We moved into a new (old) place that the previous owners left quite literally all of their stuff behind, including their sex toys, porn, a gynecology exam table (kinky fucks!) and literature.
One book in particular had stories in it that my preteen mind could barely comprehend. Stories of lesbians, orgies, golden showers, underage, bondage, incest and bestiality. I couldn't read that book fast enough. Not only was it the doorway into hedonism, it was the doorway to erotic literature for me. It was called "The Cradle of Erotica".
I don't know whatever happened to that book, but I would sure love another copy.
« Last Edit: June 06, 2022, 03:12:07 PM by DeviationElevation83 »
Kinky, tabood, depraved and deprived.