So I’m at Atlanta airport waiting to fly back across the puddle to home. Lufthansa just informed me that I might be asked to take the next day’s flight, but they would give me a $800 certificate, hotel, food, and a phone credit. So, making plans for that night. I’m alone, I haven’t seen my wife in 2 weeks, I’m just going to be sitting in a hotel room waiting for 24 hours…Hmmm…Let’s go to the bookstore.
Time has an article on Yoga- cool, I’ll get it. Newsweek has an article on the future of tech jobs- cool, it’s mine. What else? Oh. Looky here. Penthouse! I haven’t seen a Penthouse for over 10 years I bet. That nicely naughty little porno mag that has those great letters, funny cartoons, and women who aren’t afraid to act a little sleazy for the camera- but not too much. No, Penthouse is the midpoint between Playboy and a hardcore mag- right? A little teasing, a little lesbian kissing, but nothing too graphic, and, um, shoved down your throat…OK, I’ll get it. I might be here doing nothing else but reading for the next day, might as well masturbate.
Well, the plane wasn’t full, so I made it back home. But the wife was out of town for a business trip herself, so I’ve got 3 days to myself. What to do? Oh yeah, I bought a Penthouse. Same plan, I just have to clean the sheets, not housekeeping personnel. I’ll just pull it out of my backpack, open it up and…
WOWWZER Whatthefuck? I was able to buy this at an airport??? When did Penthouse go triple-X? Are all porno mags like that nowadays? I mean, jeez! I opened up to a photo shoot of two women decked out in red and yellow leather Harley-bitch teddies sticking color-coordinated leather dildo’s into each other with some biker guy shoving his prick down their throats! It even had 3D pics that require those special glasses! Then there is the black-and-white spread of two lesbians taking turns with a strap-on, or the other 2 or 3 layouts with close-up cum-shots and nothing left to the imagination…
WOW. My puritanical little soul has been shocked. I mean, yeah, I’ve seen XXX before, but there was something nice about the style and teasing of not-quite-penetrating tongues. If this is what Penthouse is like now, I wonder what the magazines like Hustler and, and, and, um…Well, actually, I only know Playboy, Penthouse and Hustler. But is this what they all do now?