Just over a week ago we featured an intriguing interview with Paper Girl about her newspaper fetish, if you missed it you can read it here.

The interview was well received and as a result we were approached by several people who shared the same fetish and felt isolated. We found a guy who shared the same fetish.

His name is Newspaper Carl and he has a fascinating story to tell of his newspaper fetish.

I started off by asking Carl how and when he discovered he had a newspaper fetish?

“I was young maybe about 8 years old when I noticed newspapers around the house, one thing that stuck out was the smell of the newsprint. From the start I didn’t like them near me, or me touching them. I don’t know why but this all changed in my early teens, maybe because I was bullied at school and it was a comfort and enjoyment playing with the newspaper.

I thought I was the only one with this fetish, and sometimes hated myself doing this to myself, I would have periods of time where I would stop playing with newspapers, but this would start again after a month or so. Unbelievably I found someone online a few years back who had the same fetish, which made my feel great about myself again. I wondered to myself are there others are out there. I started up a yahoo group to find people who feel alone with this fetish. We had lots of people on the group in the last few years and it is still growing but all men so far.”

You can get involved with the Yahoo Group here.

I had to ask…do you have any idea why there are more men than women with this fetish?

“No I don’t know why there are more men with this fetish, I thought it was a “man fetish” until I saw your interview with Newspaper Girl, maybe she can tell us. If not can anybody else tell me?”

I was curious to know, do you prefer tabloid or broadsheet?

“It all started as tabloids mainly because that was what was around my parents house at the time, News of the World and Daily Mirror, but in my time I used almost all national newspapers. It was in my teens I started buying broadsheets and still do today, favourites are the Daily Telegraph and the Sunday Times, this is because they are easier to be wrapped up in, and smell great also.”

So you like to encase yourself in them too…

What exactly is it that turns you on about newspapers?

“Everything about newspapers really. The smell of the newsprint, smoothest of the paper, the taste, the look of the paper, the word “Newspaper” and also seeing women read newspapers a big turn on.

Newspapers have to be fresh unread and smooth, old newspapers don’t work the same way.”

You mentioned you like the papers to be fresh and unread, if you use them do you throw them away?

“Yes, when I do use them I throw them away, They end up not smooth and fresh after I have finished with them.

I can never read newspapers in public, as it turn me on to much, and hate the idea of anybody knowing about it.”

It seemed like an opportune moment to ask, it may sound like a silly question but do you find the papers themselves to be so distracting that you don’t tend to read what is on them, or is that not a problem?

“I can read them but I get turned on by them, and before long I am playing with it. Sometime I would just crave newspapers when there are no papers around and count the minutes until I can rush down to the local newsagents to buy a copy of my favourite newspaper.”

Being nosey as I am, I asked him, do you have a partner with the same fetish?

“No my partner is not into this fetish which makes things difficult, but it would be bad of me to force it on them.”

Newspaper Girl used rolled up papers as a dildo, do you perform sexual acts with them?

“Yes, of course I used them to masturbate. I’ve done all sorts with them I like having my head wrapped in paper as I play and been mummified in them which feels great against the skin.”

And finally is there anything you would like to say to the readers?

“I hope writing this will bring out others with his fetish, I’m happy to chat to anyone who has this fetish and wants to chat more about it.”

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There’s a little ditty from Faithless, whose lyrics go something like this:

…I’m a sexual animal, eat you like a cannibal,
Crammed full of energy,
I’m inflammable,
Yeah, I finish my beer
So come here and get nice while I lick your ear,
Put your legs over there and kinda swing on the chair,
I swear you look wicked with your panties in your hair …

We all know that when you’ve had way too much to drink it can be a little difficult for the male of the species to perform reliably. What I’ve found lately is that what I drink has a direct bearing on how I act when I’m making love.

For example wine (red wine only because white doesn’t agree with me) makes me relaxed, and tends to give me a mellow feeling which is reflected in a slow, considered, considerate love-making. Sensual you might say and soft too.

In contrast drinking whisky appears to make me rather more aggressive and assertive. Is it just a psychological thing, or are there chemicals within the booze that affect my sexual demeanour? Bear in mind here that I’m not talking about getting blind drunk and losing control. Far from it, I wouldn’t waste a good single malt that would be a heinous sin. In all honesty I consume less alcohol when drinking spirits than if I’m drinking wine.

Does anyone else have a similar experience?

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Writing a post last night I was reminded of something rather nice which happened to me a while ago.

For some reason I was taking a bath. That’s unusual because I normally shower but whatever the reason I lay back and luxuriated in a way that showers do not allow you to do.

With my head under the water, only my mouth and nose above the surface to breath I closed my eyes and relaxed. I was aware of the support from the warm water and the absence of any sound except the occasional dull resonance of Suze’s footfalls around the house and the occasional drip of the cold tap.

After a while I felt my cock roll, semi-erect, across my thigh. I considered playing with it but decided to wait until Suze was around to enjoy it.

Then after a few minutes of silent contemplation I felt a hand take hold of my penis. It lifted the shaft to a vertical position and slide the foreskin back over the turgid shaft. I smiled and relished the feeling of another hand playing with my balls, cupping them and tugging slightly.

The hand slowly stroked me. I could feel the long finger nails digging gently into the flesh and the firm grip of the fingers. I was fully hard now, balls tightening and nestling into the base of my cock.

The strokes quickened, the fist sliding up and down my cock expert and deft.

Then is stopped for a moment.

The sensation of being wanked was replaced by the soft caress of lips and then a tongue swirling around the tip. I was sucked deep into a mouth for a moment, then released and the wanking began again.

It didn’t take long for a familiar sensation to gather in my groin then burst out, filling my lower abdomen. The muscular contractions started and I could feel semen coursing through my cock.

I heard the blobs of cum hit the water from beneath its surface and felt others splash onto my stomach.

The hand released me and let my cock slap against my stomach.

I opened my eyes to see Suze rinsing her hands in the bath water before drying off and winking at me before leaving me in the bathroom alone. I looked down to see cum oozing from my cock and floating across the surface of the water.

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Buying Twitter Followers

Every week we get about a dozen emails from people who want to move our sites to the top of the Google rankings for specific search terms. Of course they will not be doing this out of the kindness of their own hearts but for a small fee … most don’t even make it through to our inboxes because they like thousands of other emails every month directed at our sites get filtered out an dropped into the spamboxes on our mail clients.

All hail anti-spam software.

Of course anyone who takes up such offers is deluded anyway as the sort of techniques used tend to be at best useless and at worst can have you thrown off the search engines for cheating.

There’s always someone who will try it on though. The latest is a firm that says it will find followers for you on Twitter. You can read about them in this news article. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/technology/8130456.stm

Of course this isn’t search engine manipulation directly but it does try and take advantage of the most talked about phenomenon in micro-blogging, Twitter.

If you ignore the question of whether or not this is right or wrong you are left with the question of who would use such a service and why. Of course pure commerce is the target market, but what if someone with an agenda sets up an account and pays this service to generate followers who are then assailed with Twitter updates about their particular cause.

I’m talking here about the influencing of potentially millions of people by the steady drip, drip, drip of Twitter posts. Done with guile and subtlety quite extreme messages about politics, racism, health issues and sex could be insinuated into an enthusiastic audience via twitter.

Maybe I’m being paranoid, but Twitter is the lingua franca of a generation who are still forming their opinions about life. They are impressionable and despite being tech-savvy are also open to ideas.

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This is the sort of weather where it’s too easy to get all hot and sticky. It’s nice in one respect to be able to show visible evidence that you’ve exerted yourself and exude sweat and sex from every square millimetre of your body.

It’s also nice to get clean afterwards. I’d suggest that while doing it on your own is fine, getting your partner to do it for you is even better. It’s loving, it’s caring and above all it’s sexy.

If you’re lucky enough to have a huge shower that’s great but a small one is intimate and in such close proximity to one another it’s always fun to get soaped up and sexy.

No worries about a soapy tit wank either because no matter where all that cum lands it’s easily washed away

That reminds me of something …

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I was reading a news story today about the new US lunar satellite that’s been put in place to survey the moon in preparation for the manned lunar missions to come in the next couple of decades.

I reminded me of the film “Moon Zero Two” staring Warren Mitchell, James Olsen and Adrienne Corri.

The movie isn’t a classic, but the sexy performance of Corri is burned into my mind from seeing it on Saturday re-runs as a kid. Very nice. What I didn’t know until I looked her up today is that she is the woman in the country house broken into by the Droogs in A Clockwork Orange.

Both films typify for me the late 1960s and early 1970s ability to depict sex in a way that simply wouldn’t be allowed these days for two reasons.

In the case of Moon Zero Two Corri is there for titillation. And very good at it she is too. The level of blatant chauvinism in the style of the film is quite breathtaking from my memory of it, and unless I’m mixing it up with another film there’s a bit of homophobia at one point too. Don’t get me wrong here it’s an enjoyable film but I get the feeling the current censor would cut it a little and cinema goers would hate it for its depiction of women.

Then there’s A Clockwork Orange. The break-in scene is shocking, sexually explicit and captured in a way that has all the more force because of the quirky way in which Kubrick filmed it.

Would these films or many others reach a release in the form they did if they had to pass in front of today’s censors? I doubt it. I do to agree with many of the checks and balances in place to ensure women are not treated as victims and portrayed as toys for the pleasure of men.

The only problem is that without these films as they exist today the world would be a poorer place overall. At least with the benefit of hindsight we can see their fault as such and learn from them.

It’s a pity that extreme and gratuitous violence isn’t censored as much as nudity these days.

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Today was a weird day at work. I took the bat that we found in our garden last night into the office. He had his own little box on my desk.

I’d managed to get some water into it by using a piece of wet loo roll – he sucked the moisture off the end. Top tip from the bat rescue guy I talked to. I also managed to get some nice mealworms down his neck. It was very gratifying to see him chomping away at the juicy grubs.

Sadly, when the bat rescue guy came for him my worst fears were confirmed. He could have a broken wing. That being the case he’ll have to be put down. However I’ve given him the best chance of survival I can so we’ll see …

So to cheer me up and anyone else who likes bats I’ve found the inset picture.

Any excuse for a vampire …

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I was entering various search phrases in to Google to see what they came back with and stumbled quite by chance on the British Naturism Site. To be precise it was the event they were holding on 25th July.

They are holding a Naked Maze Night in York. I was intrigued to find out more. This story has certainly never made the local news. It is apparently the fourth time they have held this event.

This is no ordinary maze it is created from 1.5 million maize plants, covering 15 Wembly sized football pitches. That’s big! The idea is that you make your way around the maze naked looking for clues.

It sounds like a fun event if you are brave enough to take part. There is over night caravanning and camping available. Apparently the site must be cleared by 10am the following morning and there is no nudity allowed after 9.30am. I always knew there must be alternative reasons for wanting to spend your holidays in a tin can, now I know. Lol

Take a look around their site. I found some interesting DVD’s on there too. Check out the online shop, there are some enticing titles. Barely Balearic sounds interesting. I wonder if they manage to get around the censorship laws with these. There could some interesting viewing.

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