I’m a good-looking, 19-year-old guy, and my girlfriend is an 18-year-old nude model and cheerleader for an SEC powerhouse.

Eventually we just scrapped the whole thing and I drove her home, a two-hour trip, in total silence.Celebrating 50 years of Penthouse Magazine, this edition of Letters to Penthouse focuses on a very popular magazine topic. My new boss was Jim Goode, the executive editor, a scraggly 6’3” man with a bloodhound face who wore the same uniform of Levi’s, faded chambray shirt, and work boots every day, as if it were painted on him. Desperately needing somewhere to go, but finding all of the bedrooms in my parents’ house to be unsuitable, we quickly landed in the backseat of my car, a 2004 Nissan Altima. An extremely profitable spin-off, the Reader’s Digest-size Penthouse Forum was nothing more than letters too filthy to run in the magazine, accompanied by cheaply reproduced black and white photos of past Pets who had signed away all their rights in perpetuity.

They rested in stacks against the wall, the target of the occasional raised leg of an underwalked dog. When I started writing erotica in the summer of 2018, it was these stories I turned to for inspiration.Hachette Australia acknowledges and pays our respects to the past, present and future Traditional Owners and Custodians of Country throughout Australia and recognises the continuation of cultural, spiritual and educational practices of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples. The Letters to Penthouse book series by multiple authors includes books The Penthouse Letters: The Sexual State of the Nation, More Letters from Penthouse: How Americans Enjoy the Varieties of Sexual Experience in Their Own Unblushing Uncompromising words, Letters to Penthouse III: More Sizzling Reports from Americas Sexual Frountier in the Real Words of Penthouse Readers: 3, and several more. The other day I came home, and my wife, who is a former exotic dancer, was drinking wine and having a good time with her best friend, who is also a former exotic dancer. This site uses cookies to deliver our services, improve performance, for analytics, and (if not signed in) for advertising.

Jim spent lunch lecturing me on the evils of Guccione, Hefner, and the entire Penthouse advertising staff, and almost convinced me that if it were left up to him, Penthouse would have the editorial integrity of The New Republic. With over 6 million of the world’s best eBooks to choose from, Kobo offers you a whole world of reading. Editing the letters section was the scut work of Penthouse, a task that had plagued almost every editor (even the gay ones, who must have looked on these letters as missives from Mars), and which was dumped as rapidly as possible on someone else.Everybody loved her, and it went really well, but during dinner, she kept reaching under the table and grabbing my crotch. After a few months, I started casting about for anyone else I could dump this nasty hot potato of an assignment on.

Penthouse magazine is the leading forum for contemporary sexual issues and the Forum section of the magazine features the letters from readers who've had the memorable experiences depicted in the book. Larry had a reserved seat every night at Joe Allen’s while Kathy was churning out the deep thoughts of a Penthouse Pet who had one hand between her legs and the other clenching a fake pearl necklace. I was a little geeky, so put up with David, who puberty wasn’t being kind to, so I could play his games sometimes. Marvel as they beat cheating spouses at their own game-where the planning is almost as much delicious fun as the payoff. When David finished reading, he went on to read a few others, but that one stuck with me because it was the first.The Jim Goode/Bob Guccione Venn diagram met with their shared obsession with the mysterious Trilateral Commission; in their eyes, these shadow men were the modern day Illuminati, bent on world domination, as evil as any comic book cabal. Letters to Penthouse III: More Sizzling Reports from America's Sexual Frontier--in the Real Words of Penthouse Readers!