Marie Ekorre's Assets

40 years ago I found an issue of Penthouse in my father's drawer and there was a Swedish actress on the cover - and inside, uncovered. Named Marie Ekorre, she was smallish, almost boylike hips.

And as was happening at the time, the magazine was showing pubic hair more and more at that time. Certainly more than I had been used to in the Playboys I'd seen previously.

Her bush - and those of the women in the magazine, were dark, photographed straight on but with enough shadow and airbrushing to keep the mystery of the area tantalizing and a source of bottomless fascination to such a young male such as myself. I poured (figuratively and literally) over the photographs of Marie. I wonder if my dad every missed that issue. If he dared to ask - are you jerking off to my jerk-off material?

Marie Ekore had tan lines. The top of her thighs were flat soft expanses that only framed the pleasure she would offer you if you were to get close enough. She never smiled in the photos. And it was that ass that obsessed me.

She was the second woman I fell in love with in a magazine (see my write-up on Cheryl Rixon here (redhead, a little heavy and matronly, got it)). Marie Ekorre had that exotic look, pearls draped around her shoulders as her ass rested on that plush white-fur rug. I learned how to jerk off while looking at her pictures and came to her a dozen times.

I have been looking for an ass that perfect since.