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My Weakness

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Hi everybody, I hope that a few of you will enjoy my story, I know there are others that share my passions. For as long as I can remember I have enjoyed the look, feel, touch and the sensation of wearing silk, satin, lace, nylon etc that has been crafted into sexy female underwear.

It started when I was about ten or eleven trying on my mothers panties and full length slips. The smooth slippery erotic feel made me very excited, I could not work out why, but it felt good. I used to love wearing both garments and humping my pillow. This was very, very, nice as the silky fabric rubbed against my penis, causing the most exciting sensations. I continued to rub up and down on the pillow until I got 'the feeling' as I used to call it, which I later realised was my dry orgasm.

Everything was fine until one day I had my first ejaculation, and this liquid came out and soaked my mothers panties, which soaked through to her slip. I was in panic mode, I wiped it all off as best I could, and put the items back into her drawer. For days I was really worried, but nothing was ever said, whew! It didn't stop me I was just more careful.

My passion for lingerie continued to grow, I collected photographs of women dressed in sexy undies and frequently masturbated over them.

Occasionally saw girls wearing stockings, flashing a glimpse of stocking top, this really excited me and as soon as I could I masturbated over that vision.

When I was about 19 or 20 the memory of my boyhood experiences began to feature strongly and I had urges to wear sexy feminine underwear, I had also became a firm stocking lover. So I started to buy suspender belts, basques, thongs and sheer black stockings. Despite relationships with women, and eventually marriage, I have continued to wear these garments; and enjoyed some fantastic masturbation sessions.

I love to look as tarty as possible, I guess to try and look like my fantasy girl. It is not always possible to treat myself but when the opportunity occurs I seize it with both hands, if you know what I mean. I like to slowly get dressed for my session, taking time to enjoy each article, then I admire myself in the mirror, looking more at the sexy lingerie than myself. I often take photographs of myself in suitable erotic poses, these serve to remind me, and as stimulation when I am masturbating on those occasions when I can't dress up.

I often just walk around the house, revelling in my sexy-ness all the time fondling and playing with my very hard cock.

Today I am sitting here at my computer dressed in a little bright red suspender belt that is trimmed with black lace, trying hard to contain my engorged penis is a very little bright red thong. Of course I am wearing sheer black stockings. I have never really got into bras, so I am wearing a sheer black baby doll nightie, that is trimmed with red fur and is cut open all the way up the front. I feel ever so sexy, in fact it has taken me a long time to write this, as I keep stopping to look at myself in the mirror propped up by my side, continually stroking and teasing my cock, rubbing the pre-cum into the head with my forefinger and thumb forming an O shape.

As soon as I have finished writing this I will have to go and finish myself off, usually I lay down and shoot my spunk over my stomach, the first jet nearly hits me in the face the rest of the thick, milky globs landing on my stomach and my little panties, it is only right that they get spunked as they have been the source of my fun.

Goodbye everybody, afraid I can't wait any longer.



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