It goes very right this time…
As I aged, my infatuation with all things feminine grew into a fetish. I masturbated onto my mothers’ sanitary napkins and played with my sisters’ tampons. Likewise, my latex fetish was born in a short visit to the hospital where a beautiful nurse, who still wore white, shaved me “down there” for an Hernia operation. She handled him and he instantly stood at full attention. Her beauty and ultra-smooth soapy gloves were such a turn-on. I love remembering it to this day.
At 23 bought my first piece of feminine attire, a beige Vanity Fair full slip. After putting it on and having an auto ejaculation I was a crossdresser.
Crossdressing ebbed and flowed during my life as marriage and other life issues came and went. It varied from fully dressed outings and photo shoots to subtle under dressing. Binging and purging happened as well, and still happens to this day.
Today I am sort of in a purging mode. The battered woman’s shelter will be getting a dozen bras panties and outerwear. Since “Nature abhors a vacuum” I must see what is new at the thrift store.
I used to buy exclusively new items from the giant retailers that would never question anything I bought. This was all pre-internet. I had amassed lots of beautiful items, some very expensive as well to feed the fantasy scenarios. I would also buy various accoutrements to enrich the overall quality of the experience. Then when it was no longer a ‘thing’ I would sell them or donate them if I could. Many charities received gifts.
Then there was a shift in me about ten years ago. It was not a matter of Quantity but the Quality of the clothing. Ten silky nighties from the wal-box store meant much less than one Cristian Dior that had graced the body of a woman. A woman wearing a size medium, even if I could not wear it, was my masturbation fuel. Did she fuck in it? Was she a lesbian? How did she masturbate? What kind of toys did she have? What kind of birth control did she use? How were her periods? Was she married? ETC.
I built a fantasy wife from that very expensive item. (There is probably an app for that today.) I had considered a full-sized Love Doll to dress, but they were out if my price range and I knew I would get bored with her. (It has happened to me in the past) I frequent a low-end thrift store in town as opposed to the consignment store. So far I have amassed quite a wardrobe for her but alas it is time to get her ready for the fall.
I have assigned her a size 34-B for today’s shopping. I spied a beautiful cable sweater dress right away. Medium weight, pink, with a loose cowl neck. It was free of defects and so soft. It was her size and by DKNY so I put it in the basket. Well I knew that she did not have a bra to match and on the search for a bra I picked out a pink lace underwire for her. SCORE it was a Calvin Klein. I held it up to insure that it was spotless and that all 3 hooks were in place. Then I spun it around to check that the underwires were still in it.…
Then it hit me. It still had her scent. I guarantee that it was Ciara. I brought it to my face and buried my nose between the cups. I will never forget that scent, Ciara, the truly feminine bouquet of jasmine and orange flower. I used to wear it when I went out. I brought it home and put it in a double sealable bag. I open it the tiniest bit while I am fantasizing about my new girlfriend. I look at it while I am jerking into my latex gloved hand. Is she a nurse? Does she fuck? What color are her nipples? Would she lactate for me? Has she ever breastfed? Oh dear girl feed me, feed me with your milk filled breasts, oh yes baby… you are making me cum…
Author:Latexlover | Category: Sex Stories Fetish
