My love and obsession of **

I have always loved **. When I was very young, probably 12, I had a strange attraction to my moms **. I loved trying them on, and the feeling I had while I rubbed myself, not really understanding what it was all about. All I knew is that my moms ** were soft, silky, and just amazing. One day I got so horned up I started to hump her pillows while I was wearing her silky bikini **...it got so intense and I wriggled more and more, getting increasingly more turned on. And suddenly, the totally unexpected occurred! Something that had never happened before! I exploded a huge volume of **! I really didn’t know what I had done...i thought I had broken something inside and I was dying. But it felt so good, I didn’t care. And the entire inside of moms ** were filled with my warm **. I was so scared, it didn’t even occur to me to hide the evidence. I put them back in her drawer! Well, that day began my journey. I jerked off in her ** everyday, sometimes several times a day. Until she confronted me with, and asked why all of her ** had dried ** all on the inside. That was the last time I ever jerked into moms **. I was mortified.

Some years later I was married, and often used my wife’s ** for my continued pleasure. She also had a very hot sister who I was able to raid her panty drawer. One time I exploded all over her sisters walls and my face because of the force of my ** and my desire for her. I never did get to ** her. But my wife didn’t have the greatest **. Mostly Hanes and other brands that come 5 to a pack. I began to suggest that she/we go to Victoria’s Secret and get something sexier. And what an amazing thrill. I loved being in the store with her, bashfully suggesting different pairs. ** that I wanted to wear and ** off to, and by the way, she could wear them too when I wasn’t jerking in them. At that time, she didn’t know of my obsession, but probably suspected. Man, did I love that panty haul. All of those ** felt amazing, and what a treat when she brought home more. And raiding her hamper for used pairs was great too. I loved putting them on if they were still moist. And then one day, I found her blue thong, and the ** was filled with what appeared to be dried **, and it wasn’t mine! I smelled them and could not only smell her, it was someone else’s **. Obviously, she had been ** by someone else, and wore the ** afterwards! I was sickened at the thought of another man inside my wife. But also, exhilarated! There was someone else who penetrated my wife’s **! My wife and I married with me as the only man she had ever been with. I put those ** over my face and slipped into another pair on, and her bra and the thigh high stockings she always wore with her blue thong. I exploded within a minute. But how could I confront my wife with the evidence of her affair? How could I explain that I was rummaging through her hamper in search of used **? I never said a word.

Now my love of ** has taken a new turn. I’ve been preparing to fully crossdress and to go out in public. That’s a story for another time.