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Hmm, I guess I will start from my beginning.
When I entered puberty my hormones started to kick in and all I could think of was being naked. Late at night I would sneak into the attic and strip my night close off. I discovered that I enjoyed the feel of certain textures against my naked skin and the ones that felt the best were the old girdles of my mother. Soon I was wearing her old girdles, bras and panties. Then I discovered her satin nighties.
I spent my teenage years in a dress or skirt as much as possible. I think I was never caught, but I’m sure my mother had her suspicions after trying on her wedding dress.
My college years were quite as I only had time for drinking.
When I graduated I moved to L.A. and began to explore my sexuality. I slept with men, woman, cross dressers, and transgender women. I really got caught up in the fetish scene and soon I had become the photo slave of a Dominatrix, whom I served for about a year.
Finally, I settled down into a “normal” life and got married, but my past ways still played in my mind. I’ve been able to control those urges for almost 30 years. Until last night.
When my spouse went out of town for a couple of days I decided I had to do something. I slipped down to the local Adult store and purchased some lingerie. So last night I went to sleep wearing a turquoise chemise with matching thong and slept soundly.
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