Honestly, I don’t know where to start.
My “taste”, so to say, have evolved so many times over the years. From newspapers, catalogues, magazines, and anything in between. For most of my life, I had to make use of whatever was available, hence why the newspapers and catalogues.
But as of today, I have the freedom to buy whatever I wanted, so I can “experiment” on what sort of content I enjoy the most.
Over time, I’ve realised two things that turns me on the most, when it comes to printed stuff.
- Pastel colours. Pink, cyan, purple… I don’t know why, they look cute, and in turn, look so… inviting.
- Stuff that the creators don’t expect to be used “that way”.
I’ll explain them shortly. No.1 is quite simple. If a page has so much pastel colours, then… I’m going to love it. It’s like… a trigger, for me?
The no.2 might be a bit difficult to grasp. Imagine the picture of a model in a magazine. Sure, the picture might be… exciting to see, but I think that model would have an inkling on how her picture is going to be used. You know, admired and… used in ways we all familiar with.
But imagine an article about… a quilting tutorial that featured a model. I don’t think whoever made that would imagine in a hundred years that the article they made would be used to… make someone feel aroused and soak up some “liquid”. For some reason, that kind of thought…. is eerily amusing to me.
And my journey of finding the “perfect” material… has always being led by those two factors. And I think it broke me.
For the pastel colour stuff, I went above and beyond to look for stuff with most pastel colours. I end up using stuff like Seventeen magazines and bridal magazines. Especially bridal magazines. They’re just so lovely. That’s why I always call them the perfect material.
But for the second part… that’s the horrible part. Conventional photoshoots with a model wouldn’t count, because I expect the models would know how their pictures would be used. So… I started using “unorthodox” stuff. The other day I used… baking and cake making magazines. There’s this one that featured someone cute doing the tutorial and holding the cakes. It’s full of pastel colours too. The logic made sense, I don’t think the writer of those cake magazines would ever expect their creation to be used that way. In addition, she looked so… proud with her cakes…
I feel really bad busting out with those pages, but it felt… so good. I kept saying sorry every time I do just that. I think something has changed in me, because recently, I could get it up… with just the pages with cake pictures. I can’t believe I started doing it with that. And even though I kept thinking about her in my mind, and not the cake obviously, still felt strange and wrong.
To satisfy this no.2 factor, I kept using stranger things. The other day (I wrote an article here also) I found out that a high school friend of mine wrote articles for a newspaper. I began… using them. They’re just… blocks of text! But I feel like she wouldn’t expect her writing to be used that way, and that… strangely felt so good.
I don’t know if there’s a name for this.
I mean, make up ads and fashion pages are great, I still use them. But… models on a runway, or models trying their best to look seductive… don’t interest me that much anymore. But an ad about random unrelated thing that happened to have a cute model on it? Or maybe somoene showing her collection of books? I would use them in a heartbeat….
Sometimes I wonder if I’m lusting over the models… or the paper…
But they’re still rather… acceptable, I guess.. The stuff I use still have pictures on them, so I guess still passable. I might be broken, but I’ve been doing this since I was in middle school and here I am writing on this site so I guess it’s pretty much granted. Broken, but not evil.
Until… just very recently.
I was in my local paper recycling plant to pick up some new material. I usually just buy up old stuff because they’re cheaper and after all I only need the pictures. I buy them by weight, so I would have to sort them again at home to get to the good stuff.
Then I found… Several notebooks.
They looked like notes by a college student named Sophie. I know it’s from college from the stuff written in them. I assume this Sophie had graduated, had no need of them anymore, and those notebooks ended up in the recycling.
The thing is…. the notes are… so cute! The handwriting is very neat, they’re full of pastel colours, the paper is of great quality (compared to the cheapo magazine stuff we got lately, you know what I mean). Just so lovely to see and read. It’s like they’re written with love and care.
And… yeah… I know… sorry. Pastel colours…. cute looking…. the fact that the notes were meant for studying…
I guess Sophie never expected what her notes would ended up being used for.
Sophie… I’m so sorry…
I feel like I’ve taken it too far… They’re meant for studying, and was once someone’s pride and joy… And I’m just using them for… this?
I really am a horrible person…
What would she think if she knew…
I wanted to post some pictures but I decided to go against it because how… embarrassed I am. Just search up “studygram” or whatever.
“Sometimes I wonder if I’m lusting after the models… or the paper…”
Well, you’re probably lusting after an idea—like many of us. It’s not just about the pretty covers and pictures. Based on this, I wouldn’t call it evil. Some women might find it weird or even gross, but not necessarily evil—it’s just another fetish. As for this site, I guess it serves as an escape, a place to share these feelings since it’s hard to find someone—or somewhere else—to talk about them.
As for me, I can’t say I acted any differently. In my teenage years, I had a crush on a girl named Emilia—the cutest girl. We got along pretty well, but nothing ever happened. Anyway, one day I needed history notes. I asked if she could lend me hers so I could catch up. When I got them—oh my gosh—they were so feminine. Cute handwriting, colors like pink, violet, and so on everywhere. I didn’t understand at that age why this was so appealing to me. For a few days, I just enjoyed having those notes… And when the day came to give them back, I was nervous the pages might be too messed up. Luckily for me, she didn’t notice—but my heart was pounding.
Now, I love reading feminine magazine articles. I get aroused by the idea of having thoughts and words in my mind that were never meant for me or for “that”. I could go on and on, but you get the idea—and the same goes for many people who are let’s say intellectually aroused by reading books, novels, etc. So no, I don’t think it’s evil nor we are broken 🙂
Aww… Cute handwriting, pastel colours, I can just imagine that.
But here’s the question though… What is this… “idea? then? What am I lusting after? I’m not even sure myself…
Oh, my friend. As for doing things to things that aren’t meant for what they’re meant to be done to, I’ve been stealing women’s knitting magazines from my mother since I was in school and doing all sorts of naughty things with them. And I still do, because those old magazines give me a pleasant nostalgia and make me hard.
As for the reaction to colors, I can say that I understand you perfectly well here too. Because I am also sensitive to this. I once decided to experiment and bought several children’s magazines about cartoons. And damn, it worked. But since it was not enough for me to just turn them over to the cover of the magazine, I crumpled them, rubbed my dick against them and literally had sex with them.
I think such magazines are also not intended for such things.
I also love anime magazines. They are very bright, with beautiful characters and crazy colors. And I’m not just talking about hentai magazines. I often fuck all sorts of review magazines about TV series and games. This riot of colors is very exciting. And yes, such magazines are also not really intended for such actions.
Why I wrote all this: treat it as experiments. You will like some things, and some will be quickly forgotten. But I still recommend anime magazines