I was very little when I had my first experience with video porn, and it wasn't a positive experience.
 

For as long as I've been alive I've never really slept normal hours. The adult units in charge of me gave up trying to keep me in bed by the time I was able to speak in sentences so the rule of "stay in bed" was amended to simply dictate that I stay in my room and not go wondering through the house. And mostly I was a good girl. Except that, boredom urged me to be curious. So I would sneak out into the living room, turn the volume down low and watch shows like "Twilight Zone" or some late night infomercials, or HBO.

When we started getting "HBO" guides in the mail and I noticed that there were other shows with pretty funny titles listed as starting at midnight. The adult units were holding out on me! I swore revenge!

So the next time I crept out, late night, and turned the TV volume down low, I also turned the dial to HBO.
I have NEVER forgotten the next three or four minutes of what I saw.

A beautiful black woman with a foxy brown afro was completely naked (she didn't even have underpanties on!) and laying on a large picnic table out in the middle of a field. The table looked like it was set to feed an army, and she was laid out like a yummy chocolate sculpture centerpiece. I was fascinated.

One minute later, fascination turned to shock as the lovely black woman started playing with her food -- literally.

Now, I was a pretty sexually savvy nibblet for a girl my age. I knew all sorts of birds and bees stuff, had read things I shouldn't have and had been informed by all the adult type units that sexuality was not bad, just private. I'd also discovered that I had certain little parts that felt good to touch and I liked touching them.

Foxy, however, was doing very messy, very dirty things with her picnic spread that I had never considered desirable or possible. I sat in bewildered horror as she rubbed a log of Summer sausage between her legs and got funky with a jello salad. At some point she actually cracked an egg on her bushy wide-open kitty and that was about all I could take. I turned off the television set, and ran back to my bed and dove under the blankets.
That feeling of heart-pumping "what the hell was that?" childhood terror shuddered in me and I vowed to whatever God might lend an ear that I would NEVER EVER look at such things again provided no one ever found out about what I'd seen. I felt sure if ANYONE had the slightest idea about what I had seen Foxy doing, I'd have spontaneously combusted. I pretty much stayed in bed at night after that.

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