I’m new here. To be honest, I did not expect to find such a site on the Internet. It’s nice to know that you are not alone in your fetishistic tendencies. I’m glad.

A little about myself: I realized my craving for magazines when I was at school. Then I thought “what beautiful books, the pages are so bright and soft, and they smell very nice,” but I didn’t go further than contemplation. And then one day, one girl brought a small youth magazine for girls to class. I kept watching her flip through the bright pages and realized that something was happening inside me. When she put the magazine down, I asked to look. One gave it to me, and when I watched it, I realized that I was very hard in my pants. Nevertheless, I restrained myself; at home I relieved myself using more traditional methods.

At that moment I realized that I wanted the same magazine. I had some pocket money. And when my parents were at work, I went to the store, I was very embarrassed when I bought a magazine for girls, I said that I was buying it for my sister. At home, I looked at the magazine in every possible way, my heart was beating terribly in anticipation of what I wanted to do. I smelled it. The smell was driving me crazy so I took out my dick and started masturbating with one hand and flipping through a magazine with the other. It was my first time cumming on a magazine. Then I realized that something was wrong with me. I did this not from the photographs of girls in the magazine itself, but from the bright colors, rustling and pleasantly smelling pages.

Back then I didn’t yet know about glossy magazines, and I could get aroused by literally any women’s magazine I saw. My mom had knitting magazines and one day I touched them. And it all happened again: I masturbated to photographs of women in a magazine and came hard. True, the more I continued to do this, the more I realized that ordinary masturbation was not enough for me. I went to the store and bought the latest issue of the same magazine as my mother’s. Being home alone, I took it out. The smell of the magazine drove me crazy and I became horny. But nothing more, then I thought of touching the magazine to my penis and masturbating with the magazine itself. Then I came hard again, although after that I could no longer just help myself with my hands.

I wanted more – I bought more knitting magazines with photographs of women and came right in them. It turned me on even more when I started to crumple and deform the magazines. I was gentle with them, despite the terrible desire, and tried not to tear them. Since then, I bought several identical magazines, one of which became a victim of my torture. The number of crumpled magazines became more and more numerous, because I very rarely allowed myself to completely ruin and tear a magazine.

When my parents were not at home, I took out all my magazines, scattered them on the bed, and began to crumple them each in turn. When I got a big pile of crumpled up magazines, I took one of them, stuck it in my underpants and masturbated with it, simultaneously squeezing my pile of magazines in every possible way.

Since then, the habits have not changed. I have grown up, but this ritual is still the only one that allows me to release all my seed and relax.

Later I discovered another fetish of mine. It was an anime. I became interested in Japanese animation and periodically fucked my magazines and watched hentai. And this went on for quite a long time, until one day I started ordering magazines with anime characters.

Since then, I have been doing my “pleasure ritual”, alternating between magazines with girls and women or anime characters. I have accumulated a lot of magazines. There are so many of them that sometimes I don’t treat them with care during masturbation and sometimes tear them up a lot. This saddens me and at the same time I feel great pleasure.

I also have a lot of glossy fashion magazines and I sometimes do this with them too.

And recently I came across this site. I thought I was alone in my strange hobbies, but I’m glad I was wrong. Although my methods of satisfaction may seem strange to some, I do not want to give them up. Sorry for the long text. That’s all I wanted to say!