I came across some pretty screwed up sex books as a teenager. The worst one was "The Story of O" when I was 11. I thought it was a biography of O. Henry. Little did I know it was a S&M bondage story that takes place in Paris. Pierced clitorises people. "The Diary of Laura Palmer" was pretty horrific too.
There was a book that we had from either a yard sale or my grandmother's cast-offs that was about mental patients hijacking a high school bus. The psycho leader punished his followers who had urges for the students by using a vegetable peeler on their penises. There was a lesbian psycho in the gang and one of the students had had an affair with her friends father. It was just a pulpy mess of sexual perversity that seriously skeeved me out.
There was one series of books that was basically porn but could be read openly by pretending that you were interested in anthropology. Yup, I am talking about the "Clan of the Cave Bear" series aka Sex through Prehistory. I remember liking the details of prehistoric life, then turning the page and thinking, "Aw geez, Ayla and Jondolar are at it AGAIN."
I tried to balance out these scary books with nice romance novels. I remember loving "The Diary of Trilby Frost". I have been scared of lockjaw ever since. It was an INNOCENT book people! Get your minds out of the gutter...
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speaking of grandma's castoffs...i basically learned about sex as an 8 year old by reading her harlequin romances when my parents were out of town and i would stay over at viden road. haha!!
Did I ever tell you about the letter Grandma sent me my freshman year in college? It basically said, "Boys are made to try and girls are made to deny."
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