My other life
I wanted to confess at 8 years old while exploring as all kids do, I found myself in my Step Mothers bedroom staring in her top draw seeing the most amazing soft beautiful underwear for the first time remembering the feel of a slip night dress and petticoat & smell of perfume. From that moment from a tender age I loved underwear that has stayed with me.
I must have had a feminine nature because I seemed to attract Men who abused me & forcing themselves in me gagging blindfolded hearing many voices sometimes feeling many hands all over me, some found out my secret love of underwear, exploiting it. Some were gentle and caring almost but a few treated me like a Barbie doll stripping me dressing me sharing me with others for gratification that has led me to still desire being bent over and no matter what I do the desire has always been in the background. I don't consider myself bi gay straight but a product of environment shaped by it.
I am happily married with kids. Successful ish and a happy life. I have no desire to repeat history as my childhood was far from what I understand as normal but from one tiny love from a small boy who was in love with beautiful smells and silky soft petticoats has left scars sexually as I crave constantly to be dressed by someone, wear something I'm told to wear bent over &........🤤