True life: Beginning
True life: The beginning.
This is not 'sexed up' just true to my beginning of love of lingerie.
I was probably about 13 when I started to be interested in my mum's knicker drawer, and whenever I was home alone I would rummage in her drawers.
There was a particular pair of black see-through nylon knickers with red lace trim, which I loved putting on and wanking in.
There was a girdle that she had that I loved sliding up my hips, and feeling the elastic material pulling against my body.
She used to have tights, which I would put on, but found that after wearing them they would have a 'stretched' appearance when I took them off, so I used to bundle them up and put them at the back of the drawer, in the hope they reduced to normal after time.
I know some love wearing tights but personally I hate them, they are the invention of the devil as far as I am concerned. They cover, and restrict the part of women I like most.
For me the look of a lacy suspender belt holding up a pair of stockings gives the sexy look of the legs without the restriction of access (either my partner wearing them, or myself).
I would also put on her silky slips and petticoats and admire how I looked in the mirror, teasing myself by lifting the hem of the slip to show my knicker clad cock, and wanking to the image, always trying not to let my cum go on the clothes.
Sometimes the carpet would receive some of my cum.
I used to babysit in the area, and as soon as the coast was clear, I would go into the bedroom and rummage through the woman's knicker drawer.
Mostly it was 'sensible' cotton knickers (but I would still have a wank in them), but usually there would be a silky slip to wear to have the pleasure of putting on my body, and the inevitable wank.
At the end of the day the parents would come home, I would have been left lemonade and biscuits to eat, and they would pay me for my time. Truly a great job.
There was one neighbour who had a suspender belt at the back of the drawer, and I ESPECIALLY loved going there.
I lived in a small village, and there was a women's clothing shop, and there was a display in the window of underwear.
I remember a particular pair of knickers that had frills and ruffles all over them, and I spent many times by that window, trying to look like I was waiting for someone, but using my side vision to be looking at these knickers and fantasising about going into the shop and buying them (obviously this never happened).
This is how I started my life long love of lingerie, how does that compare to you?
Please leave comments as I love to read them.
This is not 'sexed up' just true to my beginning of love of lingerie.
I was probably about 13 when I started to be interested in my mum's knicker drawer, and whenever I was home alone I would rummage in her drawers.
There was a particular pair of black see-through nylon knickers with red lace trim, which I loved putting on and wanking in.
There was a girdle that she had that I loved sliding up my hips, and feeling the elastic material pulling against my body.
She used to have tights, which I would put on, but found that after wearing them they would have a 'stretched' appearance when I took them off, so I used to bundle them up and put them at the back of the drawer, in the hope they reduced to normal after time.
I know some love wearing tights but personally I hate them, they are the invention of the devil as far as I am concerned. They cover, and restrict the part of women I like most.
For me the look of a lacy suspender belt holding up a pair of stockings gives the sexy look of the legs without the restriction of access (either my partner wearing them, or myself).
I would also put on her silky slips and petticoats and admire how I looked in the mirror, teasing myself by lifting the hem of the slip to show my knicker clad cock, and wanking to the image, always trying not to let my cum go on the clothes.
Sometimes the carpet would receive some of my cum.
I used to babysit in the area, and as soon as the coast was clear, I would go into the bedroom and rummage through the woman's knicker drawer.
Mostly it was 'sensible' cotton knickers (but I would still have a wank in them), but usually there would be a silky slip to wear to have the pleasure of putting on my body, and the inevitable wank.
At the end of the day the parents would come home, I would have been left lemonade and biscuits to eat, and they would pay me for my time. Truly a great job.
There was one neighbour who had a suspender belt at the back of the drawer, and I ESPECIALLY loved going there.
I lived in a small village, and there was a women's clothing shop, and there was a display in the window of underwear.
I remember a particular pair of knickers that had frills and ruffles all over them, and I spent many times by that window, trying to look like I was waiting for someone, but using my side vision to be looking at these knickers and fantasising about going into the shop and buying them (obviously this never happened).
This is how I started my life long love of lingerie, how does that compare to you?
Please leave comments as I love to read them.
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