[Voyeur] Perv Graham and his 'dirty magazines'

[grahamorpur]

As a girl-worshipper and compulsive masturbator, I had to have every ‘girly’ magazine I could find – not easy when you’re penniless. So hiding a few in between my newspapers on my round as a kid, taking lingerie catalogues and other normal mags, that happened to have pics of girls in, from a waiting room, and anywhere else where a wanker’s eagle eye spotted a photo of a girl showing.

An empty locker at school is where some kid dumped a stash of dirty mags and that really kick-started my collection. Probably the only reason I worked was to fund my non-stop buying of dirty mags, and by that time I had getting on for a thousand mags.

The only time I saw girls show was in my mags – I was in my 40s before I saw a girl show for real for the first time (Miss Lisa) - though I’d had ‘lucky views’ along the way. Most of my sex pleasure came from my magazines, and also occasional ‘lucky views’, when you had to be in the right place at the right time to go into ecstasy watching (bikinis, go-go dancers, girls in pubs or somewhere where you happened to be and there was a skimpy-dressed girl). The rest of my sex satisfaction came from hanging out my window watching girls walk by, and later going out and about in my rainmac.

In the early days buying mags was a furtive business. In the proper ‘dirty bookshops’ it was always a male serving, and I disliked going in in my long jacket, or later in my mac, knowing what he must be thinking. But later I knew where to go to buy my mags from a lady, not just newsagents but proper bookshops or ‘adult’ shops where women served.

Then I loved going in in my ‘dirty’ mac and buying a stack, then cramming them into a case already full of mags. I’d ask about mags, maybe even show Her some of mine so I could ask about magazines advertised in them. I was a regular in a couple of ‘adult’ shops where those ladies sold me 100s and 100s of mags over the years, and of course they knew I was a ‘perv’, a wanker.

When I started driving up and down the country in my van, I’d have dirty bookshops I’d visit in every town, and even though some of them were staffed by males, I’d have to go in and buy my mags, I needed a constant supply, and I couldn’t bear to think there might be a magazine somewhere I didn’t have in my vast collection.

I couldn’t wait to look at my new mags after I’d bought them, so I’d be parked up ogling them, with all sorts of moaning noises coming out my windows as I stared at the pages in disbelief at the loveliness on display. Often it would be a mag I’d bought a few days previously, because as soon as a girl made me cum in my pants, I’d put the mag down and then pick it up from there a couple of days later.

Sometimes it would take me 6 or 7 goes to get through a mag, even just looking at cleavage pics, or raised-skirt knicker-show. Once I’d got through it, it would be stacked in my ‘wank-room’ along with the other 1000s of mags I had. Also in that room were my videos, cuttings from newspapers like Page 3 of the Sun or the Sport newspapers, as well as photos you could buy in some bookshops, and then later my huge collection of Miss Lisa’s photos, pasted into made-up magazines which I’d spunk over and then take to show Her.

My ‘wank-room’ is where I have my ‘wank orgies’. So not only did my mags have loads of captions and cartoons drawn in them, either while a girl was making me cum in my pants or just after, but also all the cum stains from my wank-orgies, and then the wads of tissues crammed in to soak up the spunk and try not to damage the picture – though sometimes I had to buy a second copy of a favourite mag so I could actually see the picture.

Some of my mags were 3 or 4 times their original thickness due to all the tissues crammed into them, so when I opened my case in one of my special bookshops, like Aphrodite where Miss Debbie served, She would see how full it was of mags and the state they were in.

The first time I ever showed my mags to a girl was Miss Lisa, the first Goddess I worshipped. She was letting me see Her pose but because I couldn’t tell Her what poses I’d like – I could hardly speak to Her, I was so nervous and worked up at the thought I was actually going to see a girl pose for the first time – She was copying them from my mags.

It only took Her a couple of minutes to make me spunk my pants in front of Her so She only looked at one or two. But I worshipped Her for several years so She saw many of them after that, including the mags I’d made of Her photos, which were a foot thick some of them, so crammed with tissues, which She had to pull off to see Her photo underneath and the pervy captions and cartoons I’d put there.

Nowadays of course we’ve got the Net, and since mags got too explicit for me in the 90s I get all my photos now online. My mag collection was over 10,000, along with all the photos, newspaper cuttings, videos etc, and it was just too big to carry around between digs, so I scanned them all and sold the ones that weren’t too damaged, and dumped the rest. But I still have all the evidence in the scanned photos, the captions and cartoons, the spunk stains, the mags bulging with tissues, and every single photo from the pages.

Cumming over a laptop screen isn’t like doing it over a photo, so nowadays I do it in my pants. I mean, I always cum in my pants just looking when I look at pics for the first time, but it’s just as nice rubbing yourself looking at a lovely pic of a smiling girl too, so I look forward to that after She’s finished making me cum in my pants.

In the very early days I couldn’t get my head around the fact that girls were letting themselves be seen nude or semi-nude by men, to me it was like they were in a different world. It wasn’t until I saw the photos of amateur photo-sessions in Escort and Peaches magazine that I began to believe it, though of course I could never go to those.

I guess those girls got fan-mail and stuff like that, but it wasn’t until the Internet started that I realised that I could email the girls that gave me ecstasy, and some of them you could tell about it, even graphically. Some girls even liked to see a photo of you cumming over their picture, and I loved online worship like that.

Then I met a glamour model who had Her own site, and was able to show Her all the evidence of my worship, which was absolute heaven. That story is ‘Worshipping a Goddess’.