Porn therapy : part 2

Despite how fashionable it has become, I’ve not been tempted to start colouring in. [Ed: Whilst he may not have been tempted to start colouring in, AM has certainly been tempted by books like those of Magnus Frederiksen.] Instead I have recently found myself returning to paper and pencil.

I drew my first

soft porn when I was only about 10 or 11.
If I remember correctly, it started as a pair of spot-the-difference pictures in a puzzle book, with the theme of something like a pool party. I traced the female figures, separating them from the rest of the scene, coloured them in, and then took their clothes off.

Even at that early age I knew what should be found under the swimsuits.

Although my interest in sex didn’t wane (I was regularly masturbating well before puberty hit) my porn-drawing was put on hold for some unknown reason. I guess I was probably about 14 when my eye was caught by the sexier images from the Athena poster store. Although I never opted for art classes at school, I found I was reasonably adept at copying other people’s art. One of my earliest recreations was an image from the Athena catalogue.

A little tame, perhaps, but a step on the road to more explicit imagery.

Around the same time, one of the biggest names in UK glamour modelling was Sam Fox, and somewhere I came across a photograph by Bob Carlos Clarke called The Darkling. [Ed: Knowing what AM was like back then, it’s almost certain He came across it … and you I know you know what I mean, Dear Reader.] It depicted her as a horned nymph. I wasn’t that keen on the horns, so they didn’t feature in my version.

Being a teenage boy, I soon discovered Dungeons and Dragons, and in turn discovered the fantasy artwork of Boris Vallejo. and particular a drawing of an archer.

By the time I reached university, I had been enjoying top-shelf magazines for several years and my taste had graduated (with honours) from topless glamour to more gratuitous smut and a photo of a masturbating woman in a porn mag inspired me to reach for my penis pencil. It wasn’t my usual porn fare – full colour, well lit, legs spread and only the 80s’ convention for pubic hair provideing any modesty  – but rather something a little more subtle. More erotica than porn.

Having left college, I started dating Geri, who was as horny as I was. She liked my drawings and commissioned me to draw a picture of us fucking. As my best work had really only been copying, I needed a 2D rendering of the subject matter first. This pre-dated digital cameras, getting 35mm photos printed any larger than 5″ x 7″ was expensive, and there were few companies that would accept even soft porn films for processing, so this had its own challenges. But the effort was worth it and the image of Geri and I in a 69 hung above her bed for as many years as we remained a couple. Perhaps longer. Sadly I don’t have any of the preliminary sketches nor the photographs that led to this and I assume Geri still has the final drawing. But I do still have a picture I drew of her cunt which, I seem to remember, she shaved especially for the photo session.

… and another of her licking my cock while I was wearing a pair of ball stretchers.

There are several other drawings filed away in my old portfolio. But I figure there is no need to drag any moreout of the archive right now. That said, keep an eye out for a Sinful Sunday post coming soon, as I hope to showcase my most recent porn therapy.