So thankful for an evening of a few too many
Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 12:22 pm
Like many, my first experiences during adolescence were in my Mom’s panties and even tried a bra a time or two. In adulthood, I continued to have a pair or two of panties stashed away but spent years playing the macho male.
In my late 30’s and recently divorced, I began dating a wonderful Lady and it quickly became somewhat serious. We were already intimate when one night, after an evening of clubbing (alcohol involved), I blurted out during a moment of passion that I wanted to wear Her panties. I must admit that, I was shocked that I had uttered the words. I was even more shocked at Her reaction. She, after a brief silence which seemed like an eternity, shucked Her panties, held them in front of me and said, “Well then, let’s see how you look in them”
Very quickly, it became more than panties and I began to accumulate a tasteful feminine wardrobe. She very patiently taught me to do my own makeup. We shopped together and shared both secrets and giggles. For the next 20 yrs., I dressed to some degree almost every evening and weekend. It was a very honest, caring and loving marriage/relationship.
We later split up for other reasons and my dressing waned, I think probably because there was no one to share the moments with. Recently though, (maybe I’m losing some T), the desire has gotten stronger and I find myself in Fem more often. Thankfully, I’m now retired and can enjoy it at my pleasure.
In my late 30’s and recently divorced, I began dating a wonderful Lady and it quickly became somewhat serious. We were already intimate when one night, after an evening of clubbing (alcohol involved), I blurted out during a moment of passion that I wanted to wear Her panties. I must admit that, I was shocked that I had uttered the words. I was even more shocked at Her reaction. She, after a brief silence which seemed like an eternity, shucked Her panties, held them in front of me and said, “Well then, let’s see how you look in them”
Very quickly, it became more than panties and I began to accumulate a tasteful feminine wardrobe. She very patiently taught me to do my own makeup. We shopped together and shared both secrets and giggles. For the next 20 yrs., I dressed to some degree almost every evening and weekend. It was a very honest, caring and loving marriage/relationship.
We later split up for other reasons and my dressing waned, I think probably because there was no one to share the moments with. Recently though, (maybe I’m losing some T), the desire has gotten stronger and I find myself in Fem more often. Thankfully, I’m now retired and can enjoy it at my pleasure.