Mrespj99

My appreciation for hosiery began early on in my life when I was younger. I liked the look of how nylon hugged and defined a woman’s physique, while accentuating the muscles of the female figure. My arousal intensified when I first touched the leg of Diana, who was glamorous lady friend of my parents. Even though at first, she thought it was cute, Diana remarked she enjoyed the ma**age but that I needed to run along and play. The glamour and touch of hosiery from that experience excited me, which increased my desire to go along with my parents when they would hang out with others; especially if there were occasions for the women to be in dresses with nylon clad legs. Since Diana was the first woman’s leg that I grasped, my yearning to touch hosiery adorned legs intensified my desires to visit her house.
The desire for hosiery increased as I grew older, deepening my curiosity to look at nylon covered legs. While in school, I found myself captivated by teachers who wore skirts and dresses because during the 70’s and early 80’s many women wore a variety of hosiery to adorn their legs and firm their figure. I found myself adjusting the position of my desk, to not only catch a wondrous view of several teachers but also to glance at the ladies in cla** that were wearing hosiery. As a typical young man, I was excited to sneak a p**k up a skirt at a nylon gusset or panties. It became a mission in voyeurism to nonchalantly p**r at the female cla**mates without being caught. Some ladies’ legs were more glamorous than others, especially the more athletic ones. As a shy guy, it was more difficult for me to strike up effective conversations with the ladies, because I didn't know how to talk to members of the opposite s**. I would fantasize about stroking some woman’s hosiery covered leg. At the time, I didn't realize my attraction was more than to be with a woman, the appeal was intensified for her to be in hosiery.
While in school a female friend that I was semi attracted to came over to study. When Cindy arrived, she had on pantyhose, however by the time we finished studying she had taken her hosiery off and left them in my bathroom trash can. At first, I didn’t notice that she took them off. It wasn’t until she was packing up to leave that I realized she had removed her pantyhose. After Cindy left, I went to the bathroom to discover her pantyhose in my trash can. The urge to pick them up and feel them overwhelmed me and created a rush of excitement. Enthusiastically, I reached down and grabbed the pantyhose bringing them up to my face to rub against my check. I became titillated when I could smell her essence left behind in the pantyhose. My arousal became more intense when I smelled her nylon foot portion of her hosiery. I was amazed that I was so attracted and stimulated by the fragrance encased in the pantyhose. The combination of her sweat, leather foot odor and nylon invigorated my senses, bringing about intense stimulation. However, that was not where I finished; I found the gusset and deeply inhaled, which excited me to the point where I relieved myself while inhaling her intoxicating aroma.
The intense arousal experienced with Cindy’s hosiery brought my desire for hosiery to a greater level. I found a new craving to feel and smell worn feminine clothing. As I grew older, the desire to collect worn hosiery became intensified as I dated. One of my girlfriends discovered that our time together was deepened when she wore pantyhose. Lynn thoroughly enjoyed my foot rubs and noticed that I had the propensity to inhale while ma**aging her feet. Lynn’s curiosity led her to stick a nylon covered foot in my face and discovered that my arousal increased immensely. When either one of us traveled, she would present me with worn pantyhose and in some cases, she would give me her panties so I could smell her essence. Even though we’re no longer together my memory of her tantalizing aroma still overwhelms my senses.
I have had great experiences inhaling other women’s hosiery and clothing. During numerous times the fragrance of many women are intense, while others leave me wondering why their scent isn’t as appealing. Even though I felt the urge to take a pair of pantyhose or panties without the owner’s permission, I relegated myself to grab a pair when they were trashed knowing that they were willing to part with them or convince a girlfriend to relinquish her pair to me. In the past, I discovered sites where women sell their undergarments and bought pairs. In some cases, they were the real deal, however I encountered some that were false and deceiving. This brought about distrust towards the panty selling community. I am willing to give it another try, hoping to get an outstanding experience and arousal from a feminine goddess whose aroma is alluring that tantalizes my senses. On a side note, I am seeking the real deal and if pleased look forward to more purchases. However, I am not interested in being dominated or sissified. That experience does not interest or appeal to me. My quest is to discover an alluring experience that provokes mental and physical satisfaction.