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My love of **
My love of ** began when I was very young. I started masturbating when I was ten years old, back when all the department stores still sent out catalogs. The lingerie section was the best. I loved seeing all those women in their bras and ** and slips and nighties. That's how it was for several years. All of my adolescent masturbation material was women's lingerie and clothing magazines. I grew up with three women in the house. My mom and an older and younger sister. Let me be clear that there was never a physical attraction for any of them. I just always loved women's undergarments. Sometimes if I was home alone I would go to my moms room and take a slip out of her drawer, take of my clothes and put it on. I always got erections immediately! There was a full length mirror and I would stand there and admire my hard- on under the fabric. Then I would slide the slip up and down over the head of my ** until it would start to ooze pre-**. The silky fabric felt so wonderful sliding up and down over my ** and tickling my **. It wasn't until years later that I realized that's what it was always about for me... the look and feel of the fabric. I never wore or masturbated in any of my moms or sisters **. I wanted to but just thought it would be weird, but bras and ** and lingerie have always turned me on as far back as I can remember. So that's the way it went for a few years. When I was twelve I discovered ** and that was a favorite ** off material whenever I could get one. I still mainly stuck with women's clothing catalogs because of the beautiful women modeling not just clothes, but also swimsuits and bras and **. It turns me on much more than just seeing naked women spreading there legs. I like the tease. I never actually jerked off with a pair of ** until I was 18 years old. I was at my friends house hanging out. We had been friends for years and I was there alot. His mom was single and I was always attracted to her. She wasn't gorgeous but she wasn't ugly either. She was very petite. Only about 5 foot 2 and slender. Anyway, I had to pee so I went to the bathroom and as I was enjoying a nice ** it occurred to me that there might be a pair of her ** in the hamper. So when I finished I opened the hamper and took a peek. As luck would have it there were one pair of her ** in there. I took them out and held them up. I am now 40 years old but I still remember vividly the sight of those ** in my hands. They were a pale yellow with a sweet little bow at the center of the waist band. A basic pair of low cut briefs, a size 6 , thin cotton material. I pressed them against my face and inhaled deeply the sweet scent of her most intimate of intimates. I should probably mention here that I was a virgin until I was 22. I've always loved women but was terrified to talk to them. After having smelled the sweet smell of a women for the first time I just couldn't help myself, I knew I had to have them. I was afraid though that if I put them in the pocket of my shorts someone may notice the bulge. So, I pulled my shorts off and gently pulled those ** up over my ** and **. I had a raging ** before I even got them on, so then I had a different bulge to worry about. I was pretty fit back in those days but those ** were still fairly snug so I positioned my ** so it ran length wise with the front panel of the ** pressing it against my body...it was barely contained underneath the thin cotton of those ** **, but my t- shirt was kinda long and I hoped no one would notice my steel hard-on. This all took place in less than two minutes and then I was back in my buddies room. His girlfriend had come over shortly after that so I had the perfect reason to excuse myself and leave, making sure that I stopped to say goodbye to his mother on my way out. Just briefly talking to her as I left got me even more turned on. As I got in my car to drive away I decided I would stop by the local video store before I went home so I could peruse the movies in the in the ** section. By the time I got there I had been carrying around a raging hard-on for about 40 minutes and looking at all that ** and wearing her **(the first time I had ever worn a pair of ** mind you) feeling that delicate feminine fabric pressing against my ** and ** I thought I may explode at any moment! Finally I made my selection and went to check out. I imagined what the girl behind the counter would think if she knew I was wearing a pair of pretty ** under my shorts. When I got home I stand it no longer. I ran immediately to my room and tore off my clothing. There was a very large and gooey stain of pre-** covering most of the bulbous head of my ** and moving down the shaft as well. I grabbed hold of it whole heartedly with my right hand, half of it sticking out of the top of the ** and the rest wrapped in luscious panty material under my fist. It took only a few hard stroke's before I erupted in the most intense ** I had ever had at that point in my life. I jerked off two more times, taking it slow and thoroughly enjoying myself in all my pantied glory, before removing those ** soaked incredible **. I kept them for quite some time, cleaning them whenever possible, but it's difficult to sneak around with ** when you still live with your parents. I eventually threw them out, as much as I hated to do so and I never took another pair of her **, as much as I wanted to. But that was it for me. I have been a panty Freek ever since. Just saying the word... **.. I love it. Nowadays my favorite ** are Vanity Fair. The high waisted full cut briefs. They are so silky smooth and feel extraordinary against my body. I am divorced and have raised my son on my own since he was one year old. His is now twelve. My ex thought it was really weird and perverted that I love ** so much and never wanted to indulge in my panty fantasies with me. My hope is that one day will find a woman who loves ** as much as I do and loves to have man to indulge in all of her dirtiest panty fantasies with her. I could go on and on but I think I've made my point. ** are wonderful and meant to be enjoyed and seen, otherwise they wouldn't make them so dam delicious and **!
When I was growing up, my mother had several catalogues delivered, & new editions were sent out regularly. We used to chuck the old ones away, but I discovered that my brother was taking them back into his bedroom. Once, I wanted to find out how much something had gone up since the last edition, & went to his bedroom to check the older issue. I noticed something strange: in certain sections of the catalogue, particularly swimwear & lingerie, the pages were stuck together. It didn’t take long to discover that those sections had a common theme: shapely women & girls! Initially I thought he’d been drooling over them, but the truth hit me pretty quickly. We had a great, open relationship, so I didn’t hesitate to tease & mock him about the evidence of his ** habits. Luckily, girls don’t tend to leave so much evidence! Mind you, we always seem to get through loads of tissues!
Thats how i got my start. Sears catalogue . My neighbor wore sears full satin briefs so having a scented pair of hers on my nose and a silky pair wrapped around my ** was so enjoyable until I got caught by her...the story about that is on here.
Wonder how many times he used the word ** in that?!!!😅
Reading that was so hot, I get really excited. I have a similar past, growing up in a household of women and always admiring women's bodies in feminine things. I didn't play with lingerie until I met my wife and started looking at her ** younger sister. When I was alone in their house I used to play with her beautiful silky white bras and ** and they made me have the most incredible finishes. Today I still play with beautiful underwear whenever I can, and I love taking beautiful girls shopping for pretty clothes.