Newspaper Stories

It was in the early nineties when my now wife Tina and I were in college together. These were the pre-smartphone days. Tina lived together with her two best friends in a dorm room, I had my own apartment. I went over to her room often because Tina's girlfriends, Chloe and Susan were hot and I liked the sexual tension in their room. Of course, both, Chloe and Susan had boyfriends. One day when I was over again I found the...

I realize that my fetish is highly unusual and not shared by most, maybe a couple of people on this site. Most people can't even relate to it. This is my second story. I am sexually attracted to newspapers. I become aroused by looking at them, see women reading them, the smell, the texture. I like to wrap them around me head, body, and genitals. I sleep with them. I have sex with them. I always had this fetish. It has not...

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...

I am a white male in my late thirties. I'm currently single. The main reason is that I really like BDSM and have had difficulties in finding women who share or even tolerate my passion. So I visit a local dominatrix on a fairly regular basis. During my last session, a few weeks ago, my mistress, Ariana, had trapped me in a cock and ball vice, and while she was crushing my family jewels by further tightening the screws, sh...

I have a sex fetish that is really strange, so I thought I tell you about it and find out whether there are others out there with the same fetish.My fetish is that I become sexually aroused by the contact and feel of a fresh, crisply folded, thick newspaper against my naked skin. I always had this fetish and in college when I finally had my own room I would go out in the morning to buy a newspaper, usually on Fridays. My...