When I was about thirteen my Mom would wake me up for school every morning. Obviously there would be days where just yelling up the stairs to get up did not work, so she would come up to make sure I was up, getting ready. One morning she surprised me by just coming into my room to wake me. Needless to say she had caught me rubbing myself for an early morning delight. I thought I would fool her and pretend I was asleep still with the covers on. She knew better. She walked over and was talking to herself […]
I was 14 years old when it happened. Around midnight I heard a thud in the bathroom. I walked in to find my mom on the floor, naked and extremely drunk. Her best friend was getting a divorce and they had gone out to drown their sorrows. Because our apartment was so small, I had seen my Mom naked before. But, I had never had a chance to just stare. She was a tiny woman. She was probably 5′ 3″ and 105 pounds. She had a small ass and perfectly round, but very small breasts. I wouldn’t find out till […]
It was summer of 1962 or 1963 and I went with my cousin Mario one Sunday to the big amusement park in our town. He was with his girlfriend and she was wearing a lovely green dress and a pretty white crinie underneath. She had cute flat shoes, matching purse and cool sunglasses, and was so very conservative that she refused to go on any ride that might ruffle her in any way. As a result, I went on all of the fun rides myself, while Mario and she stood around drinking Coke. When we passed the fun house, Mario […]
One afternoon while my (second) ex-wife and I were living in SanFrancisco, she twisted her ankle. It was quite painful and began to swell up. So, I helped her to the car and we went to the SF Med Center. I waited for her as she was taken here and there to one doctor or another, and at one point, to radiology for “pictures,” as they are called within the medical community. Joan was a petite, little lady, and as often was the case, was wearing a little, free-flowing miniskirt, no hose and thin, white, little panties. (she also went […]
I have previously chronicled in these pages how my wicked little addiction began in my Mother’s closet and quickly graduated into my first panty theft. I have also shared the sweet memories I have of Susan, the panty heiress, and my delicious descent into nylon delirium with her massive collection of confections. Perhaps the time has come for another installment. What follows here is a random collection of memories, philosophical musings, and (mostly true) stories. My bliss at securing my first sacred pair from the perfectly twiggy Sheila was absolute. I worshiped at their altar, day and night. I studied […]
Chapter 1 I was only 12 when it first happened It was pouring down hard and the field was muddy and wet. I had watched the other boys leave one by one. Most of them had parents who stayed and watched the game. The only thing keeping me from mother nature was a thin soccer jersey with my favorite number on the back. I made my way to a wooden picnic table I used to sit under to wait for my mom when I was younger. I crawled under and wondered how I ever used to fit under there before. […]
Billy was almost 14 and very ambitious for his age. He had a paper Route, and also mowed a few lawns during the season. His Dad had told him about how he mowed lawns and did odd jobs when he was a boy. It kept Billy in spending money and he even had started a bank account. Billy was going through what all boys do at his age, with sexual feeling being high on his list of emotions. He had been masturbating for a while now, and his sexual tensions seemed to get even worse. Just this morning, he was […]
It was the early 1960s, the era when women wore stockings and suspenders (and not tights) when knickers were feminine and mostly made of nylon, skirts were either tight or full with frothy petticoats and I was about 7-8 years old. In those days, Friday nights had two scenarios, but both involved family members getting together at one or another house. The blokes went out to the pub and the women stayed in, chatting, doing each other’s hair and generally being women. Being young, I was engulfed in the women’s realm and ended up on the floor playing with my […]
I am a divorced 46 year old women who is still very attractive and sexually vibrant. That’s why having been divorced for over a year has been so painful for me. Not that I missed my ex, but I missed a cock. My husband and I may have been kind of kinky by some peoples definition of sex. We enjoyed corresponding with other couples who ran ads in dirty magazines. We used to write hot letters and trade photos and videos with other couples quite often. We used to watch the videos while we fucked and fantasize about being with […]
It was only a little experiment: I was quite a young boy, but I wanted to know what it felt like to wear ladies’ knickers. Ladies’ knickers were troubling me: I didn’t know why, or how it started, but I found I wanted to touch them. Badly. It was more than mere curiosity, it was something deeper, a want, a physical need, which made my tummy squirm when I thought about them. Something told me it was wrong, but whenever I glimpsed a lady’s panties I felt a pang of envy. There were few opportunities of getting hold of ladies’ […]
“Shouldn’t you be in school?” Jennifer was taking advantage of the warm, spring weather to get her yard in shape. She had been pulling up weeds in her front yard, and for the past 15 minutes, she had had an audience of one. Kevin was the 11-year-old boy who lived next door to her. He had strolled up the sidewalk and sprawled himself out on his front yard. Now, he was lying on his belly with his bare feet kicked up in the air, watching her. “It’s spring break,” Kevin said flatly, as he pulled himself up off the ground […]
This is a true story of when I was young growing up. Not the first experience I had with panties, but probably the most memorable! Hope you like it. I was thinking yesterday about an experience I had when I was much younger, about fourteen. I thought you might like to hear it. Back home my folks owned three houses, one which we lived in and two others that they rented out. The one across the street was rented to a woman named Tara. She was kind of cute, not extravagantly beautiful but pretty. She was about five foot four, […]
