Sunday, October 22, 2006
So it begins...
I think that a bit of scene setting is required.
The late Patricia was not exactly a pillar of the local community, but she was certainly well-liked and respected.
I only knew her for a few months before her untimely death and first impressions were of a classy, intelligent, witty lady.
It is now almost five years since her death and it was only a few months ago that I made it into the far corner of the attic of the old family home to clear stuff out and make space for a conversion project.
In a sealed cardboard box I found Patricia's diaries, some old photo albums and a few very early video tapes.
Luckily, my wife, who was very close to her relative, wasn't at home. My first instinct would have been to show her.
As it was I was reluctant to intrude in Patricia's private thoughts and felt it better to leave the diaries to my wife to open. But I figured there would be no harm in looking through a few old family photo albums.
Only they weren't family photo albums. They featured Patricia, but nothing like the Patricia my wife would have known.
The album was full of glamour-style, soft core porn pictures of Patricia - at first I felt a bit ashamed at how turned on I was, but that was before the bigger revelations and I have no such qualms these days!
She looked amazing. She must have been in her 30s and early 40s when the photos were taken and Patricia had a figure I can only describe as "voluptuous". She had a trim waist, but all the right curves. She looked very much like other 70s and 80s glamour girls - if a little older - with big hair, big boobs and a big bum.
I moved downstairs to take a look at the video tapes, not knowing what else I would find. The first was too old and corrupted to offer anything other than a fuzzy screen.
But the second was a real eye-opener. It was Patricia in a home-made porn video with a younger looking bloke. The third tape offered more of the same with a different man.
I realised there was no way I could show this stuff to my wife and I would have no choice but to read the diaries before I could even think of showing her them either.
Needless to say, the diaries are still a secret from my wife. They form a graphic written record of Patricia's sexual adventures over a 15-year period.
In one of her earliest diary entries, Patricia states: "I wish I had the courage to reveal my secret. It would be such fun showing everyone the real me."
So I feel justified in starting this blog. I'm hoping she would have got a kick out of it and would have written it herself, given the chance.
Read on and hopefully enjoy...
(PS: For the record, Patricia wasn't her real name).
The late Patricia was not exactly a pillar of the local community, but she was certainly well-liked and respected.
I only knew her for a few months before her untimely death and first impressions were of a classy, intelligent, witty lady.
It is now almost five years since her death and it was only a few months ago that I made it into the far corner of the attic of the old family home to clear stuff out and make space for a conversion project.
In a sealed cardboard box I found Patricia's diaries, some old photo albums and a few very early video tapes.
Luckily, my wife, who was very close to her relative, wasn't at home. My first instinct would have been to show her.
As it was I was reluctant to intrude in Patricia's private thoughts and felt it better to leave the diaries to my wife to open. But I figured there would be no harm in looking through a few old family photo albums.
Only they weren't family photo albums. They featured Patricia, but nothing like the Patricia my wife would have known.
The album was full of glamour-style, soft core porn pictures of Patricia - at first I felt a bit ashamed at how turned on I was, but that was before the bigger revelations and I have no such qualms these days!
She looked amazing. She must have been in her 30s and early 40s when the photos were taken and Patricia had a figure I can only describe as "voluptuous". She had a trim waist, but all the right curves. She looked very much like other 70s and 80s glamour girls - if a little older - with big hair, big boobs and a big bum.
I moved downstairs to take a look at the video tapes, not knowing what else I would find. The first was too old and corrupted to offer anything other than a fuzzy screen.
But the second was a real eye-opener. It was Patricia in a home-made porn video with a younger looking bloke. The third tape offered more of the same with a different man.
I realised there was no way I could show this stuff to my wife and I would have no choice but to read the diaries before I could even think of showing her them either.
Needless to say, the diaries are still a secret from my wife. They form a graphic written record of Patricia's sexual adventures over a 15-year period.
In one of her earliest diary entries, Patricia states: "I wish I had the courage to reveal my secret. It would be such fun showing everyone the real me."
So I feel justified in starting this blog. I'm hoping she would have got a kick out of it and would have written it herself, given the chance.
Read on and hopefully enjoy...
(PS: For the record, Patricia wasn't her real name).
# posted by Patricia The Stripper @ 2:31 PM 
