One of my earliest memories of my childhood is rubbing myself in newspaper. As I grew older it became more and more sexual. When I was about eighteen, I remember going up to the attic with several Sunday papers. I was all alone in the house. I wanted to play in my papers. It usually consisted of rubbing and wrapping the sections onto my nude body. I vaguely felt like I wanted to be absorbed into the newspaper. The Sports...

This is my first story; it is based on something that happened to me in high school and also a fantasy that I wished would have happened. It all started back in high school, I was sixteen at the time, I had a teacher named Mrs. Ferril. The first day I laid eyes on her, I almost melted in my seat, and I am sure every other guy in our class felt the same. She was gorgeous. She was about 5'2, 110 pounds, short blonde hair, b...