I had a friend back in high school, we were quite close as friends, but not “that” close… Pretty much never talked to her again once I started college…
Last month I was buying a couple of newspapers in preparation for some my usual “weekend stuff”… I usually buy the weekend papers because they usually have lifestyle stuff (like fashion pages or department store ads) that often have usable pictures rather than the usual wall of texts… Newspapers are cheap and quite disposable so no big loss whenever I use them.
I was flipping through the pages when I noticed a name that I was quite familiar with.. That high school friend of mine I mentioned. Turns out, it was a feature she wrote. I did a online quick search and found out that she worked for the newspaper as a writer (columnist?) and also writes for a “woman lifestyle magazine” that I really never had any interest in.
My heart… kind of stopped when I realised that, I kind of had a short quick walk down the memory lane of those times back in high school. She was really kind. And… quite cute too. That was quite a luck.
I immediately called some of my “contacts” (really just some guys who trades with unsold / overprinted stuff) if they have more of the newspapers, and the magazine too. I managed to buy a couple kilograms of the newspapers, but only found one copy of the magazine in which her writing was featured.
And… it… sort of kicked in…
For the last few weeks I’ve been… kind of pulling it off using the newspaper pages with her features / articles / writing. They’re generally not visually appealing, just wall of texts, with occasional stock images once in a while. I mean, they’re newspapers, what can I say. Sometimes, there would be a picture of her next to the articles acknowledging her as the writer but that was it…
I would stuff the pages into my pants, and then rub my thighs together to “crumple” and ruin the pages… until I exploded… There’s a very cathartic feeling doing this… Thinking how she might have spent a long time writing those articles that she’s probably proud of… only for her writing to be merely used to absorb my load and tossed away and not even being read at all… It’s as if her writing only worth as much as the paper they were printed on…
I know it’s bad, and I know I’m a bad person for doing it… What would she think of me if she were to know that her features in the newspapers were used that way… I’m so sorry..
But I can’t stop doing it…
Don’t feel bad at all! You’re not doing anything wrong at all. Just enjoy it. I’m sure thousands more people are actually reading her words, so it’s no loss if you decide to use them your way like that. Just enjoy and carry on. No harm done. I like tearing magazine pages out and stuffing them my pants. I even stuff some pages in to my mouth before I cum so I can’t taste the magazines! Mmmmhhh. Getting hard thinking about it now actually…
I hear you… I guess you’re right, maybe it’s my softer side showing…
It’s just… I admit I do have a certain… affinity on using stuff that the makers of such materials would never expect to be used that way in a million years. I mean, a few examples of the best stuff I used for that purpose were literally a baking guide and a knitting guide… Whoever wrote them never really meant for them to turn someone on, yet they did, and that’s kind of an interesting prospect to me… And yes, it was due to the pictures of the girl who was actually doing the baking / knitting in those guides, not the actual cake or the knitting..
Maybe the major difference here is that… I actually knew her, and that made it feel… different. I can imagine her writing the articles… and I can imagine the horror she would feel if she were to know how her articles were used…
Or maybe I’m just overthinking it. Maybe she already accepted the fact that as she was writing for a newspaper, the pages with her articles being used not for reading and for something else to be just an unavoidable part of her job…
Still… she probably would never thought of her words being used that way… To be used as a cushion down there and what was essentially… dumps..
It’s not the articles themselves really… I don’t even read them… It’s more to the fact that… she wrote them… if that makes sense..
And yes, I can relate about stuffing some pages into your pants. There’s something about stuffing perfectly looking page into your pants and… eventually crumpling them… It’s hard to explain, but it’s good…