Hello, magazine friends.

Do any of you use any interesting ways to satisfy your “magazine” needs? Well, you know, do you somehow prepare for your pleasures?

Of course, anything can happen, but for me this is a special moment, which I approach very responsibly, as if I were preparing for a date.

When returning after a hard day at work, I try to maintain my cleanliness: I go to the shower, then I shave. After the shower, I have dinner, and then, I undress down to my underwear, dim the lights in the room, go to my “treasury” (I’ll say right away that I have quite a lot of magazines, both in new condition and in less complete condition), take out a whole a stack of my “tattered from previous fun” magazines, carefully revising my favorite pages, neatly laying them out on the bed – already at this stage I am very excited about what I am about to do.

I then take the magazine closest to me and slowly begin to deform and bend it. I crumple page after page, trying to feel all the softness of the glossy pages in my palms. When the magazine is completely crumpled, I take the next one and do the same with it, and so on until my stack of magazines is finished. So in front of me is a whole mountain of crumpled, crumpled magazines and a hard penis, from which sperm is already flowing from strong excitement. Then I randomly take one magazine from the pile, choose “today’s lucky spread”, touch my penis so that the magazine is completely in my panties. After that, I begin the corresponding friction movements, rubbing against my pile of magazines, trying to attract them all so that they are all with me at this moment.

If this wasn’t enough for me and I haven’t finished yet, I take my brand new magazines, close my eyes, shuffle them, and at random pull out the one that will add to my “shabby collection” today. Then I look at it, my desire burning again in anticipation of what I will do. I feel sorry for him and at the same time I really want him, as evidenced by the frantic beating of my heart and the penis pulsating in the magazine. Then I begin to slowly crumple it page by page, as I have done this many times with other magazines, until it turns into a crumpled magazine from my general pile. Typically, by the time I ruin a new magazine, I’m already cumming hard.

If not, I take the next new magazine at random and do the same thing until I experience ecstasy in an embrace with all my magazines.

Well, I’ve reached the peak.

After resting for a while in the pile of magazines, I tidy them up, smoothing out every page in each magazine, then fold them into a neat pile and put them away in the closet until the next “date.”