I walk into the room completely naked, holding the Sunday Times and the Sunday Telegraph. I speak out loud to myself. “Oh God, I have been looking forward to Sunday all week. I love newspapers!” I hold them open, covering almost my entire body with their width, and start reading. I flip the pages but I’m not really concentrating, I’m too turned on. I wrap the papers around my body, holding them to my chest and rubbing my hands all over them. I moan with pleasure. "I love the feeling of the paper against my skin, rubbing it against my body. I love the smell, it turns me on so much. I've just... Show more