When one gets to a certain age, one finds oneself looking back over the years and often drift to; how did it all start! I remember it as clear as day for me. The 12 year old me, on vacation with my parents, walking back to our hotel to get something and ends up sharing an elevator with a real Goddess. Strikingly pretty, dressed in a vest top, mid length skirt and incredible heeled sandals. As they say these days.... OWNED! But the accelerator from there, was the totally brilliant Oh Wicked Wanda comic strip in the now defunked Penthouse magazine. While all of the other boys were drooling over the naked lady pics, i would be drawn to Wanda's adventures. For those in the know, you'll know exactly what i mean, for the uninitiated, Google Oh Wicked Wanda. You won't regret it.
Ok, I will age myself too, I loved wicked Wanda so much when I was a boy. A young Imagination and a sexy Femdom cartoon. I wish I could go back to those days, a much simpler time.
Oh yes! I remember her well. I was in my twenties, and Penthouse was fantastic for Wanda, and for those Penthouse Forum letters, too!