The Seventies is actually kind of a tough topic for me to blog about, at least in an "adult-entertainment" kind of way.
I was born in the perfect year for a smut-writer: '69. Which means by the end of the 70s, I was not even pubescent.
In the early 80s, though, I discovered pornographic magazines of various heat levels. At the local "trash 'n' treasure" markets, there was an old Italian guy selling not-quote-as-old Playboy magazines. Didn't seem to worry him that I was only 11 or 12. "Who buy, I don' care."
When it comes to men's magazines, Playboy probably has the highest production values (or at least did back then). And to this day, one particular name has always stuck with me.
I admit, I had to use the Googles to get specifics, such as the fact she was Miss December, 1976. But what has always stuck with me is her smoky sensuality and her perfect raven hair; on her head and on her pussy.
My tastes have changed and grown over the years, and the slenderness of the models used by Playboy and others these days is not my thing anymore. But as a burgeoning teenager, Ms. Hafter was a goddess.
I realise now, with an extra mmphty-mmph years of experience, that what I inferred from her images has played a large part in what I find sexy as a grown man. I love all hair colours, really, but raven hair melts my knees and spine more than any other. The confidence and sensuality she exuded was both beautifully intimidating and wildly euphoric to young Willsin. It's no longer intimidating, but if anything, it's more euphoric than ever.
Plus...70s bush. My gosh, how I love 70s bush. Every magazine I bought or found back then had gorgeous women resplendent with that sensuous display of sexual maturity.
Don't get me wrong, waxed, shaped, shaven...it's all nice. But a lush playground is heavenly to this guy. I guess because of all the extras. It's a textural experience when you're down there. It's something else you can use to bring skin alive, by tweaking, pulling, or lightly stroking. And there's nothing quite so intimate as the musk of your lover, which pubic hair only accentuates.
I should probably point out that Lynda Carter, in her role as Wonder Woman (raven hair again) did her part, awakening me to the beauty of women well before I had any awareness of what those lovely hips might do for a feller.
But I do believe it was Ms. Hafter who kick-started me into puberty.