It seemed predestined for me to have early erotic experiences. I was looking for something to read and I went into dad’s office for a magazine. I never usually did this because they were all boring puzzle and crossword magazines as that was the publishing industry he worked in. I took a magazine lying on the floor, it had been there for weeks, and opened it. Luckily dad wasn’t in the room because the first thing I saw was a pair of boobs. It was a top shelf magazine. It was exciting. I felt naughty. I felt feelings that I hadn’t experienced before. After that it was a matter of time before I found every rude magazine under that desk. It was a fun secret for a while though it didn’t last long - I’m too damn honest for my own good and told mum. The next time I went looking they were all gone. Argh.
On another occasion I found a bright pink book in dad’s bookcase among the hundreds of other books (serendipity at work again) which was an extremely rude novella dad said (years later when I told him) was a book that soldiers used to read in the army. Dad was in the Korean war. An educated man, but still a man. If anyone interested it’s called My Life As a Flea and you can get it online as it was written such a long time ago (be warned, it’s ever so naughty).