How Taboo Magazine "Made Me" A Perv

Looking back, it is clear to me that my taste for bondage existed long before I was a teenager and even had a very clear idea about sex and sexuality. However, my taste for kink really only became a conscious choice after I discovered Taboo magazine and screwed up the guts to buy my first issue in 2001. This was my very first introduction to straight forward fetish pornography. At the time, for me, Taboo was the ultimate level of high production value bondage. Photographers like Suze Randall churned out set-piece pictorials that created bright, technically slick pictorials of beautiful and stylized kink. The heels were high, lips glossy, the latex couture hot, and the poses raunchy. There were no pretensions towards subtle eroticism, but I wasn't complaining. To my mind, the following latex pin-up girl epitomizes the Suze Randall style of pictorial.


Of course since I am travelling down memory lane, I can't help but point out that my absolute favorite models was the incomparable blond Kelle and redhead Swan. Hare are some images from my favorite pictorials of 2002. Maybe it's nostalgia for my early formative fetish years, but to this day they remain my favorite latex fantasy models. And I know you won't believe it, but part of the fantasy is that I imagine these are women I would love to have conversations with. Don't laugh. I'm serious. Multi-level relationships are the best. It's also worth saying that Taboo provide me with my first photographic visuals of kinks that would eventually loom very large as sexual fantasy triggers. In fact, the following images from a 2001 pictorial of a bondage wedding is quite significant in my sexual development. This was my very first introduction to butt plugs and anal sex. The juxtaposition of the virginal bride and nasty hot bondage sex still gets me every time. Of course, even good things come to an end eventually. Like Saturday Night Live, even the sublime eventually decays into the absurd. I had a good run with Taboo and it influenced me greatly in developing my interest in bondage as an aesthetic appreciation. But that really could only blossom further by finding porn that specialized in rope bondage.

By about 2004, Taboo for me became a little boring. The pictorials seemed less exotic and artful. But if Saturday Night Live can manage a funny sketch once in a blue moon, Taboo can sometimes still get my blood racing. So let's end things on a up note. The following image comes from a pictorial that used a model named Audrey. I find her compelling. You may have your own opinions of course, but what I like about these pictures is her pale skin and her red fuck-doll lips. Plus, these pictures have a lively torrid quality. And it's not just the hair pulling. The lighting and dark clothing definitely appeal to my inner goth. Bottom line: I'd be a lucky Dom to find a lovely pervey maiden willing to let her mouth and ass be violated in such a manner.