I usually find that a well crafted, written story can be highly arousing, and then if I find a model in the magazine that fits with the description of the woman in the story, then intense stroking ensues, until heavy cumming.
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What is it that you find the most arousing in them, the photos or the stories?
I usually find that a well crafted, written story can be highly arousing, and then if I find a model in the magazine that fits with the description of the woman in the story, then intense stroking ensues, until heavy cumming.
I usually find that a well crafted, written story can be highly arousing, and then if I find a model in the magazine that fits with the description of the woman in the story, then intense stroking ensues, until heavy cumming.
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im with u. always luved reading hot stories
love a good dirty mag, I like reading the stories but the best bit are the pictures, being able to just nut all over the mag, using my cum as a bookmark of the hottest chicks.
With all this porn online, you still can't beat a good grot-mag. I'm talking about the whole experience - from shopping for a mucky book, through to the inevitable conclusion.
Buying pornmags is the same rush as it was in my teenage years - and I'm still as hooked on it! Though, these days it's getting harder to find newsagents that have a good selection. On entry, I always check out who's behind the counter - the thrill factor goes through the ceiling if it's an attractive lady! Then there's excitement of scanning the top shelf: the first twitches of arousal stirring in my trousers. Am I in a trad Brit-softcore mood, maybe some Yank hardcore? Perhaps I'll take a punt on something continental (Those value pack bundles can be good - but they're a gamble - there's always the risk of some ropey granny-porn, or obesity-fetish stuff lurking in them).
Anyway, selection made, and that tasty lady is still behind the counter. I march proudly up (usually with a semi lob-on by now) and hand over my purchase - the more obscene the cover the better. I guess a lot of guys are very furtive when they buy their filth. Me, I like to I give them that confident, knowing, look as if to say, "yeah, I'm a pervert and a wanker! Very shortly, I'll be hunched over this magazine, furiously pumping my erect cock. What you're holding will soon be dripping with my warm silky spunk..." Admittedly, that's a lot to convey in a look - but I like to think my demeanour of an addicted, but proud, masturbator speaks louder than words
There's something far more tactile about mag-wanks. The excitement of leafing through those fresh pages, wanking hard on my cock, oozing precum over my hand and the (so far) undefiled pages. As the session goes on, getting further into my magazine 'bate-lust, I know full well, I've got to make that critical decision soon..... Which girl is going to have the honour of my first load? I'm desperate to hold off, but all those hot bodies, pretty faces, firm tits, juicy pussies and inviting arseholes - all vying for my cum - orgasm is fast becoming inevitable.
Then Bam! It hits. Ropes of cum arc through the air, followed by the pattering sound of semen hitting paper. Spurt after spurt of white hot jizz erupts from my cock, I'm locked into an ejaculation - where the fuck's it all coming from? Eventually, it subsides. The intensity was so much that I'm frozen for a few moments, balls totally drained, raw cock twitching emptily - that last thin string of cum drooling onto the page. Looking down: fuck, what a mess - there's spunk everywhere! Sticky spuzz is dripping from my hand. The once virgin pages are now a sodden, sperm-spattered sponge. My chosen cum-target, is barely visible through the warm, creamy slime of my unleashed load. Such was the ferocity of my orgasm, I've overshot the pages in several places. I'm utterly spent, but unmistakeable heavy aroma of fresh spunk mixed newly printed pages still brings a glimmer of further arousal....
Anyway, I love 'em so much, I've devoted a tumblr blog to my mag adventures:
Sticky Pages
Buying pornmags is the same rush as it was in my teenage years - and I'm still as hooked on it! Though, these days it's getting harder to find newsagents that have a good selection. On entry, I always check out who's behind the counter - the thrill factor goes through the ceiling if it's an attractive lady! Then there's excitement of scanning the top shelf: the first twitches of arousal stirring in my trousers. Am I in a trad Brit-softcore mood, maybe some Yank hardcore? Perhaps I'll take a punt on something continental (Those value pack bundles can be good - but they're a gamble - there's always the risk of some ropey granny-porn, or obesity-fetish stuff lurking in them).
Anyway, selection made, and that tasty lady is still behind the counter. I march proudly up (usually with a semi lob-on by now) and hand over my purchase - the more obscene the cover the better. I guess a lot of guys are very furtive when they buy their filth. Me, I like to I give them that confident, knowing, look as if to say, "yeah, I'm a pervert and a wanker! Very shortly, I'll be hunched over this magazine, furiously pumping my erect cock. What you're holding will soon be dripping with my warm silky spunk..." Admittedly, that's a lot to convey in a look - but I like to think my demeanour of an addicted, but proud, masturbator speaks louder than words
There's something far more tactile about mag-wanks. The excitement of leafing through those fresh pages, wanking hard on my cock, oozing precum over my hand and the (so far) undefiled pages. As the session goes on, getting further into my magazine 'bate-lust, I know full well, I've got to make that critical decision soon..... Which girl is going to have the honour of my first load? I'm desperate to hold off, but all those hot bodies, pretty faces, firm tits, juicy pussies and inviting arseholes - all vying for my cum - orgasm is fast becoming inevitable.
Then Bam! It hits. Ropes of cum arc through the air, followed by the pattering sound of semen hitting paper. Spurt after spurt of white hot jizz erupts from my cock, I'm locked into an ejaculation - where the fuck's it all coming from? Eventually, it subsides. The intensity was so much that I'm frozen for a few moments, balls totally drained, raw cock twitching emptily - that last thin string of cum drooling onto the page. Looking down: fuck, what a mess - there's spunk everywhere! Sticky spuzz is dripping from my hand. The once virgin pages are now a sodden, sperm-spattered sponge. My chosen cum-target, is barely visible through the warm, creamy slime of my unleashed load. Such was the ferocity of my orgasm, I've overshot the pages in several places. I'm utterly spent, but unmistakeable heavy aroma of fresh spunk mixed newly printed pages still brings a glimmer of further arousal....
Anyway, I love 'em so much, I've devoted a tumblr blog to my mag adventures:
Sticky Pages
Join me for spunky pornmag fun:https://xhamster.com/users/simonbates
SimonBates said:
Buying pornmags is the same rush as it was in my teenage years - and I'm still as hooked on it! Though, these days it's getting harder to find newsagents that have a good selection. On entry, I always check out who's behind the counter - the thrill factor goes through the ceiling if it's an attractive lady! Then there's excitement of scanning the top shelf: the first twitches of arousal stirring in my trousers. Am I in a trad Brit-softcore mood, maybe some Yank hardcore? Perhaps I'll take a punt on something continental (Those value pack bundles can be good - but they're a gamble - there's always the risk of some ropey granny-porn, or obesity-fetish stuff lurking in them).
Anyway, selection made, and that tasty lady is still behind the counter. I march proudly up (usually with a semi lob-on by now) and hand over my purchase - the more obscene the cover the better. I guess a lot of guys are very furtive when they buy their filth. Me, I like to I give them that confident, knowing, look as if to say, "yeah, I'm a pervert and a wanker! Very shortly, I'll be hunched over this magazine, furiously pumping my erect cock. What you're holding will soon be dripping with my warm silky spunk..." Admittedly, that's a lot to convey in a look - but I like to think my demeanour of an addicted, but proud, masturbator speaks louder than words
Then Bam! It hits. Ropes of cum arc through the air, followed by the pattering sound of semen hitting paper. Spurt after spurt of white hot jizz erupts from my cock, I'm locked into an ejaculation - where the fuck's it all coming from? Eventually, it subsides. The intensity was so much that I'm frozen for a few moments, balls totally drained, raw cock twitching emptily - that last thin string of cum drooling onto the page. Looking down: fuck, what a mess - there's spunk everywhere! Sticky spuzz is dripping from my hand. The once virgin pages are now a sodden, sperm-spattered sponge. My chosen cum-target, is barely visible through the warm, creamy slime of my unleashed load. Such was the ferocity of my orgasm, I've overshot the pages in several places. I'm utterly spent, but unmistakeable heavy aroma of fresh spunk mixed newly printed pages still brings a glimmer of further arousal....
Anyway, I love 'em so much, I've devoted a tumblr blog to my mag adventures:
Sticky Pages
Buying pornmags is the same rush as it was in my teenage years - and I'm still as hooked on it! Though, these days it's getting harder to find newsagents that have a good selection. On entry, I always check out who's behind the counter - the thrill factor goes through the ceiling if it's an attractive lady! Then there's excitement of scanning the top shelf: the first twitches of arousal stirring in my trousers. Am I in a trad Brit-softcore mood, maybe some Yank hardcore? Perhaps I'll take a punt on something continental (Those value pack bundles can be good - but they're a gamble - there's always the risk of some ropey granny-porn, or obesity-fetish stuff lurking in them).
Anyway, selection made, and that tasty lady is still behind the counter. I march proudly up (usually with a semi lob-on by now) and hand over my purchase - the more obscene the cover the better. I guess a lot of guys are very furtive when they buy their filth. Me, I like to I give them that confident, knowing, look as if to say, "yeah, I'm a pervert and a wanker! Very shortly, I'll be hunched over this magazine, furiously pumping my erect cock. What you're holding will soon be dripping with my warm silky spunk..." Admittedly, that's a lot to convey in a look - but I like to think my demeanour of an addicted, but proud, masturbator speaks louder than words
Then Bam! It hits. Ropes of cum arc through the air, followed by the pattering sound of semen hitting paper. Spurt after spurt of white hot jizz erupts from my cock, I'm locked into an ejaculation - where the fuck's it all coming from? Eventually, it subsides. The intensity was so much that I'm frozen for a few moments, balls totally drained, raw cock twitching emptily - that last thin string of cum drooling onto the page. Looking down: fuck, what a mess - there's spunk everywhere! Sticky spuzz is dripping from my hand. The once virgin pages are now a sodden, sperm-spattered sponge. My chosen cum-target, is barely visible through the warm, creamy slime of my unleashed load. Such was the ferocity of my orgasm, I've overshot the pages in several places. I'm utterly spent, but unmistakeable heavy aroma of fresh spunk mixed newly printed pages still brings a glimmer of further arousal....
Anyway, I love 'em so much, I've devoted a tumblr blog to my mag adventures:
Sticky Pages
Thanks Si for showing us to your nasty exploits on Tumblr. You hold nothing back when gooing those pages. Excellent camera work to capture the fresh evidence. Nice story-telling too.
When I was a teen I spilled a LOT of young cum between the pages of Playboy and Penthouse...(Don't ask me how I got them 
)
)always jacking off
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HOT!!!
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Thanks Si, very well described and excellent pics on your site too.
Can't beat spunking on a hory mag
Gary
Can't beat spunking on a hory mag
Gary
Just the pictures .
Especially exciting are those with my ( or any other guy`s ) dried cum on it .
Especially exciting are those with my ( or any other guy`s ) dried cum on it .
It was the stories and the letters in Penthouse that used to get my cock dripping!
i alsways like the trill of buying my mayfair ,escort,club international, on a saturday, when a young girl, on her "saturday job" would serve you. They would take an age loooking at the front cover for the price. When i got the purchase home and started to masturbate, the girl would be in the wank bank.
Chronic masturbator, with over 40,000 lifetime wanks under my belt. Just love to masturbate over rebecca ritters, emma watson, martina hingis, paula ann bland, simone hyams,brooke satchwell, tempany deckert.
back in the day me and a friend of mine used to go to the porn stores and buy what we called "hurt packs"! lol. they were bundles of out of date, random mags all bundled together for like $10. it was like Xmas when you get home to unwrap and see what you got. you could only see the mag on the top or bottom but never knew what was in the middle. I still have a few mags somewhere. ahhh, the good ole days!
A guy who loves to stroke!
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