I’m not talking about electronic media, which is where a lot of people seem to find erotica these days. Actual, physical books.
My (57f) reading wasn’t ever censored as a child, so I can remember sneaking a look at my mum’s bodice ripper romances when I was probably about 8. Some of them, like Adora and Skye O’Malley by Beatrice Small were extremely explicit. My gran’s Catherine Cookson books were also quite salty.
My aunt had the joy of sex on her bookshelf, which was quite fascinating for a kid to sneak a look at. Which I did whenever I visited.
The best ones, which I still have, are Ann Golon’s Angelique books. The author is an unsurpassed storyteller, but there was plenty of spice.
I somehow got hold of a copy of Joe Orton’s diary from the library when I was about 14. Quite amusing, given that he used to “improve” library books. Now that was a book.
by MegC18
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Hell A Cyberpunk Thriller.
Some buddies and I passed it around in like 4th Grade. It’s possible our teacher knew and didn’t give a damn but my parents would’ve have been significantly less than pleased.
My dad had a copy of The Harrad Experiment.
The Story of O
I was a heavy reader as a child, and because there was so little in the kid’s section, and I was somewhat advanced for ~3rd grader, so I picked books from the grown up section. I was really into sci fi/fantasy. Interestingly, about half of the grown up sci fi/fantasy books seemed to have ridiculously stupid sex scenes. I didn’t know they were ridiculously stupid (oh, of course the boy uses her tits, the dad uses her thingy! alien communications makes them NEED to!), because I was a stupid kid, but I knew that it would NOT be a good idea to tell the librarian what I’d learned. I don’t remember the names, just the general experience.