My 23rd birthday

Back in time here for me. 11 years to be exact.

When I broke into writing for hustler in the U.K, it was a career path my mother wasn't very happy with. "It's not like I'm in the movies or posing for the magazine here mom." That didn't mean much to her. It was the fact I was promoting and endorsing porn.

My dad though, was quiet on the whole thing. I knew why, he knew why. The reason I got a job was because I answered an advert I saw in his bloody copy of Hustler!

Now my dad was a simple man. He loved my mom. As far as I know he was faithful. BUT, he loved his kids. He also loved his porn. I got my first introduction into erotic movies at age 11 when me an d my older sister snuck a VHS copy of a movie called "Nurses" out his cupboard and slapped it into the video machine.

11 year old boys should NOT be exposed to porn. That movie affected me badly. I vomited four times in the space of fifteen minutes while watching these chics lick some hairy guys cum of each other. I vowed to never again watch that shit in my life again.

Fast forward and well. We all grow up.

When I turned 23 my parents threw me a small bash. Close friends and family. I remember a few of my friends back then were the likes of Adele Stephens, Maxine Dezel and the luscious Rachel Patty. Porn stars. My dads favorites.

Here he was, pouring a glass of wine for Rachel, trying not to look at her. What must he have been thinking? I never did ask him and now I wish I did. I know he had several of her movies and a dozen magazines featuring her. My mom kept a very close eye on him the whole night and after the party was done and everyone had gone home, my dad smiled at me and gave me a mysterious wink.

I wonder if he and my mom watched one of her movies up in their room while I was passed out on the couch downstairs?