How I became who I am
Around the age of 10 or 11 I discovered that my parents had a vibrator. Not the bullet or dildo type but more of a massager with different adapter heads, including a rubber cup adapter. Being curious, and at an age where sexual desires are creeping in, I would get it out in the mornings after my parents had left for work and siblings for school. What a delight to put that vibrator to my rock hard little dick and let it take me on a fantasy ride to ecstasy. I used the damned thing so much I thought I would never be able to cum any other way! And oh did I cum, in large amounts.
As with any new and exciting activity, I wanted more so, I began to rummage my dads dresser drawers. I found his stash, a playboy with the most beautiful models all naked except garters, stockings and other lacy skimpy lingerie. My little mind could hardly get enough. I was quickly becoming addicted to masturbation and porn. But I still wanted more soooo...I started taking a look around my older sisters drawers, finding her nice panties and best of all, her pantyhose. I always had to be quick and careful but I just had to play with them a little, rubbing them on my skin and especially my cock. It was another whole level of ecstasy for me and the beginning of my other life long obsession.
As I started my 7th grade year I started to explore my mothers dresser drawers to see what she had. If my teenage sister had stuff I liked my mom had to have even better. I was not disappointed. Since it was the 70's my mom wore a dress, heels and hose to work everyday. What I found was a treasure trove on pantyhose, slips and OMG a very shear pair of fully boarded blue stockings. At the time, garters were still generally part of the girdle so nothing really to hold them up but, I was over the moon about them. I started by pulling that wonderfully shear stocking over my cock, slowly rubbing up and down, imagining that it was me and one of the women from the playboy , BOOM! I barely got the stocking off of my disk before my cum exploded. I admit, I had to clean mom & dads bedroom carpet up but at least I could return the stocking to its drawer dry and smoothed back to perfection.
Of course, the next step in this progression was to put on a pair of moms pantyhose. Those wonderfully shear form fitting suntan pantyhose. They sent tingles throughout my body. My cock was like a rock and I began to wonder if this is how women feel when they wear nylons. Oh how I wanted to have that privilege. Why was it only for women. I put on that first pair of pantyhose and just rubbed my legs together while also letting my hands rub up and down my thighs. I took the vibrator and slowly brought it to the head of my dick and let it lightly work its magic on me. It took no time and even sort of surprised me, there was no way to get the pantyhose out of the way. I left a VERY large wet spot in them and could only think to roll them back up like the others and put them in the bottom of the pile. This worked as they were still there the next morning but dry, I just put them back as they were.
This went on throughout Jr. High school. So many mornings I was almost late for school but, how do you give up something so nice. Sadly, as I moved up to high school and became more interested in real girls, I left my fetish behind because that is what I thought I had to do. I loved those years and I loved all of the nylons and panties and slips.
So that is part one of how I got to be who I am. Of course, you have seen my picture in panties and 10 denier pantyhose. I also won some stay up stockings. But we will continue this journey in my next installment. For now, I am in my office at work in my shear nylons and the prettiest green sating panties. Think I will see what comes up before lunch is over!!
As with any new and exciting activity, I wanted more so, I began to rummage my dads dresser drawers. I found his stash, a playboy with the most beautiful models all naked except garters, stockings and other lacy skimpy lingerie. My little mind could hardly get enough. I was quickly becoming addicted to masturbation and porn. But I still wanted more soooo...I started taking a look around my older sisters drawers, finding her nice panties and best of all, her pantyhose. I always had to be quick and careful but I just had to play with them a little, rubbing them on my skin and especially my cock. It was another whole level of ecstasy for me and the beginning of my other life long obsession.
As I started my 7th grade year I started to explore my mothers dresser drawers to see what she had. If my teenage sister had stuff I liked my mom had to have even better. I was not disappointed. Since it was the 70's my mom wore a dress, heels and hose to work everyday. What I found was a treasure trove on pantyhose, slips and OMG a very shear pair of fully boarded blue stockings. At the time, garters were still generally part of the girdle so nothing really to hold them up but, I was over the moon about them. I started by pulling that wonderfully shear stocking over my cock, slowly rubbing up and down, imagining that it was me and one of the women from the playboy , BOOM! I barely got the stocking off of my disk before my cum exploded. I admit, I had to clean mom & dads bedroom carpet up but at least I could return the stocking to its drawer dry and smoothed back to perfection.
Of course, the next step in this progression was to put on a pair of moms pantyhose. Those wonderfully shear form fitting suntan pantyhose. They sent tingles throughout my body. My cock was like a rock and I began to wonder if this is how women feel when they wear nylons. Oh how I wanted to have that privilege. Why was it only for women. I put on that first pair of pantyhose and just rubbed my legs together while also letting my hands rub up and down my thighs. I took the vibrator and slowly brought it to the head of my dick and let it lightly work its magic on me. It took no time and even sort of surprised me, there was no way to get the pantyhose out of the way. I left a VERY large wet spot in them and could only think to roll them back up like the others and put them in the bottom of the pile. This worked as they were still there the next morning but dry, I just put them back as they were.
This went on throughout Jr. High school. So many mornings I was almost late for school but, how do you give up something so nice. Sadly, as I moved up to high school and became more interested in real girls, I left my fetish behind because that is what I thought I had to do. I loved those years and I loved all of the nylons and panties and slips.
So that is part one of how I got to be who I am. Of course, you have seen my picture in panties and 10 denier pantyhose. I also won some stay up stockings. But we will continue this journey in my next installment. For now, I am in my office at work in my shear nylons and the prettiest green sating panties. Think I will see what comes up before lunch is over!!
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