I started wearing womens lingerie when I was around five or six years of age. One day while in the bathroom I went to throw some clothes in the hamper, and I noticed one of my mothers panty girdles in there. Not knowing what it was, I soon found myself stepping into it. From that moment on it was a fetish for me. I have been giving that a lot of thought lately, and how it has evolved into what it has become today.

I can remember even as a young boy, I had a secret stash of lingerie. Pieces that I had stolen from my mother, sister, and even aunts. At first, I only had panties and such, I think it was because they felt so good against my young cock. I loved the way that they felt and how my little cock looked in them, straining agaist the fabric. I could wear then under my pants and no one would ever know.

I remember the first time I notice my cousins breasts, she was wearing a two piece swimsuit. I wondered about her top (not her breasts, stupid as that was) as I loooked at her, wondering how it would fit on me. I soon found out, after we had finished swiming and had changed our clothes. I found her swimsuit lying on the side of the bathtub drying out. Of course I had to try it on to see how it fit. And I loved it. I left their home that weekend with one of her bras conceled in my pants.

On through my teen years I continued with my lingerie fetish, I didn't even know the word, let alone what it meant, but I had it. I knew that it wasn't accepted behavior to wear womens clothing, but that really didn't bother me, I had a bigger personal moral issue with the fact that I would steal their panties and bras. I would be hanging out with girls, and would a lot of times end up in their bedrooms. If they left me alone in their room, I would find myself searching for their panty drawer, and what I could get my hands on. Thinking back on it, if I had just fucked around with those girls, they probably would have given me their things. 

I didn't personally buy my own lingerie until I was twenty. And that really didn't count as it was just some erotic mens underwear designed more to excite the wife. But that did open a door for me when I started buying things for her. I always seemed to pick up something extra that wasn't for her. My lingerie fetish exploded at that point, there were so many new options open to me. With companies supplying catalogs, doing mail order and taking phone orders, I didn't even have to go in to the womens department to buy things. but I still did, there is something about walking through the womens department and checking out the lingeriethat just gets to me. I always think that it would be great to be locked up in a Victoria's Secret for the night with nothing to do but try on all the different lingerie.  Oh Man!

My fetish is very personal to me, and I have tried to keep it very secretive. I like it that way, it is very special to me. But as of late I have been getting more open about it. I am not talking about sharing pictures on the web, I enjoy that part also. But I have always kept it pretty well hidden behind the secure doors and walls of my home or properties. Just today I walked out to my garage wearing a pair of jeans and tight white t shirt, underneath I was wearing a red lace brief and a matching 42C bra with my pals (my fake breasts for those who don't know what they are) inserted. Now the thing is that I live in the city and I have six other homes around me and a commercial complex across the street. The walk to the garage is about a 300 foot walk, when I leave the back door, to my left is my neighbors home, another 50 feet is my mother in law's apartment which I have to walk right past her front door to get to the garage. So it takes me a few moments to get from the house to the garage. Now I have made the trip before in the same circumstances, but it is usually in cooler weather when I have a jacket or heavy sweatshirt cover everything. But today it is very warm and there was no reason to be wearing a sweatshirt. I was proudly showing off my boobies, there are some women who would have be jealous for the way I filled out that tight t shirt. If anyone had seen me they would have clearly known that I was wearing a bra and fake breasts, there was no question about it.

I have always loved the outdoors and I love seeing pictures of men in lingerie outdoors. I love the trees and woods effect, it just adds something to the pictures. I think it has to do with the openness and exposure to the elements.  This year I have decided that I am going to find someplace secluded that I can go to and take some outdoor pictures wearing lingerie. I think the biggest obstacle will be in getting all the gear to the location without attracking attention as to why and what I am doing there.  

Even with my picture taking, which by the way I do because I am conceited. I love to see how I look in lingerie, and I think I wear things very well. I love to look at my own cock straining in panties and girdles. I think I have great legs (use to be better when I was younger, but we all get older) that look great in stockings and pantyhose. And with my pals I fill out a bra very nicely. It may sound as though I am tooting my own horn, but think about it. Why do you take pictures of yourself? Is it with the sole intent to share them with others? I doubt it, I feel most of us crossdressers or panty wearers want to see ourselves in our pretty things. And we like what we see, the sharing of the pictures I believe comes second. if you weren't sharing them, you would be taking them for yourself to look at and admire. So there you have it. 

Yesterday I decided to spend some time trying on lingerie and taking pictures. Yes because I wanted to see myself in them. That turned out to be a four hour photo shoot and comprised of some three hundred pictures. I went exploring through my wifes lingerie and found an outfit that I had purchased for her many many years ago. I don't know why she still has it, cause she ain't gonna fit in it any more. But. I had to try it on, and damn was it a tight fit. But my cock looked awesome in it, so I had to take pictures. I have been striving for better quality in my picture taking over the past few years. and I have been struggling in a few areas. I don't seem to ever get the time to spend alone and slow down with the actual settings of the camera. I would really like to get some new equipment to hook up directly to the computer so that I can see the pose before I snap it, now I just kinda stike a pose and shoot. Ultimately I would like to hook up with another pantywearer or crossdresser that has the same problem. A person that would want to be on the other side of the camera adjusting the lens properly and taking the shots. I do think that I am taking some great photos though. 

I have now become more in tune with my lingerie purchases. I tend to look at an item for it's sizing then for the looks. I now want things that fit me properly, and that I can adjust or work with to look better in. The way my cock looks in them is very important to me. I love to go through my personal picture galleries and look at myself and critque my pictures looking for whatis wrong with the photo. I want that ultimate photo, and I have a few really great ones.   

Today I awoke from a dream involving myself and another person on a crossdressing trip in the wilds. It seemed so real as I sucked his firm cock into my mouth and throat. One hand wrapped around his balls and pulled them as hard as I could. The thumb on my other hand was sliding in and out of his tight little ass with smooth rhythm. Just as I could feel him starting to tense his body, I awoke. Damn It!

I decided that I needed to wear something special today and found an item that I had purchased sometime ago and had not tried on as yet. A very special Basque Corset with black sheer side panels and red/black floral print on the front and rear panels. I added a pair of black sheer stockings with a black lace brief. Off to the computer.

Getting on Fap, I find a series of pictures involving two very good looking young men sucking each others cock. Their cocks were true beauties to behold, and their butts were nice, round, and tone. As I flipped through the pictures my cock grew harder and harder. Soon I could feel something wet in my panties, I reached into my panties and could feel that they were soaked with my precum. My dream was coming back to me and I was imagining myself being in the pictures with those two cocks. But alass, no cock to play with.

I swear, if someone had came around to my house today, and I knew they had a cock in their pants, I would have had their pants down within moments and their cock in my mouth. 

Damn, I really need to find a cock to suck, whenever the urge arises.