Back when I was very young, i.e. browsing the Eaton’s, Simpson’s, or Sear’s catalogues and when done looking at all of the new toys I was never going to have, I would sooner or later come across the lingerie section.
Great looking women dressed in bras, panties, stockings, garters, girdles etc. My attraction was not limited to simply finding the pics somewhat arousing in many ways, I found myself wanting to know what it might feel like to be dressed like that.
But this was something I would not experience, unfortunately, until quite later in life as in the past 5-6 years. Because in the earlier stages of my life experimenting with things like that just seemed to be taboo—for whatever reasons.
Fast forward to the 80’s & 90’s and I had the privilege of seeing a group called the Great Imposters, first at a little place in Toronto, called Figaro’s. At first, I thought we would be seeing a group of female singers.
I was proven wrong when the “girls” took the stage. WOW! Was I impressed. The girls were actually guys dressed as women and I can’t think of any celebrity they couldn’t turn themselves into including Bette Midler, Patti Page, Tina Turner, and Cher.
The Great Imposters were awesome to say the least and worth every penny paid, and then some in my opinion. In addition to the adoring comments from the audience, who boiled over with accolades and demands for an encore(s), were the inevitable comments such as, “where do they hide their you know whats?”
Seeing the Great Imposters legitimized, for me anyway, that girls can be boys and boys can be girls in this great old world of ours. In fact, many times throughout my younger life I was told I should have been a girl because of my love for children. Many times, I have wondered if they somehow got my sex mixed up at birth.
These thoughts would occur to me often as I felt like a “Woman Trapped in a Man’s Body” many times throughout my life.
I have always been an admirer in my interpretation of a great pair of legs and none of the Great Imposters gams disappointed. For me, there has always been something very alluring in great legs and how they are dressed. My spouse being no exception to this rule.
When it comes to moments of intimacy nothing pleases me more than for her to wear a sexy pair of stockings. I simply love the feel of them next to my skin and find the whole experience quite stimulating.
Since admitting to myself and her that I am very much into crossdressing, I mused one evening about what it might be like if we both wore stockings while making out. We opted to give it a shot. What a very sensual and erotic first experience. So enjoyable, I never wanted it to end.
All of which is to say, “There is Something About Legs Dressed in Stockings!”