When I was 7 8 9 10 years old, I stated reading my parents adult books known as 'Forum' and there were quite a few as stories in there. The ones that really floated my boat were the stories with a cuckoldry tone or ones that were inter-generational, between younger guy and older women .

But before all of that I had a sister showing me a paperback novel. Quite thick with pages. Periodically spread throughout the paperback were some black and white pictures of a thick matted hairy vagina's , of a woman in all sorts of sexual portions. Delicious for curious young eyes.

My sister was always just my sisters and I was one of those brothers who would prank his siblings. Nothing sexual .

From a early age I always had a tonne of energy and a very very light sleeper. Still am today, which suits me because I enjoy the early hour quiet of my morning before I have to get up to entertain the day

Around about 3 or 4 yrs of age I had these reoccurring dreams, two different reoccurring dreams that left me unnerved and that stayed with me for some years and then popped into my sleep periodically as I grew into my teens and twenties. Later on not so much as dreams but more as a contemplative thought.

The first was me in my primary age of 6 yrs old, at school and doing 100 m track and field sprint, whereby, no matter how hard I tried with dogged determination, which I could feel through my sleep, I would not make any gains on where I was situated during the sprint, as the others flew pass me, yet I could feel I was trying the hardest of anyone.

The second reoccurring dream was again related to school at the same age where by my school female teacher would take me by the collar and hang me up, by the back of my collar, on one of the coat hangers in the cloak room, where all the bags and coats were hanging.

I have since come to realise what both of these reoccurring and very frustrating dreams meant for me and I am a lot more tolerant of their prophecy for my current life.

I was addicted to reading the stories in Forum and Penthouse and was getting my hands on them however I could by the time I was in my early teens at middle school. I would even go to book stores and steal them I was that caught up in them. The female anatomy was a thing of sheer joy and glory. I am pleased to say I made it through and turn out heterosexual because I can not think of anything more divine or devouring.

Oepidus Complex and sniffing her panties.............coming up