How did all of this begin? I'm not sure really. If I think about my childhood in relation to this life I lead now, I can think of a few erotic instances that may be contributing factors.
When I was eleven years old I took a pair of my mothers pantyhose to the bathroom to examine them. The bathroom was my parlor of masturbation. There was a window in the roof and if you angled it correctly you could lie naked on the rug and watch yourself. The bathroom was also full of useful make-shift sex aids, such as various lotions that could be used as lubricants, lots of tissue and an assortment of fashion magazines, certain pages of which (swim wear, lingerie) proved to be highly stimulating.
I enjoyed touching these borrowed pantyhose. I was intrigued by their colour and transparency, the way they stretched, the small fibers that composed them, the static feel and the tiny sound they made when I pulled them over my hand. I rubbed my genitals with them and it felt nice. Before long I was slipping them over my feet and pulling them slowly up to my waist. I marveled at the instant effect they had, it was like I had suddenly acquired the lower half of a woman to play with - like I had stolen some of the beautiful legs from the magazines I had lying open next to me.
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Love from Armatige x
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