Daddybear71

The first time I dabbled with cross-dressing was as a horny teenager. I discovered my grandmother’s vintage collection of lingerie, and I had to know how it felt to be encased in girdles, basques and corsets, to feel the taboo delight of having my legs encased in sensuous nylon, to figure out how to... Read full Story

As a youngster, I couldn't help but notice the carousels of hosiery on display in various shops that my mother would visit. Displays of stockings and tights (pantyhose) for the discerning housewife. Brands like Pretty Polly, images of nylon clad legs on the glossy cardboard and a see through window... Read full Story

Nowadays, I masturbate exclusively to shemale porn. Like most guys, I started out reading, then watching, straight pornography. Sure, there was the titillation of happening across a cross-dressing tale in the glossy flesh mags, but they were for a ‘straight’ readership, and didn’t quite scratch that... Read full Story

He stood there, slowly rubbing his hardened cock in the confines of the public toilet cubicle, trousers around his ankles, his legs adorned in black nylon stockings, held in place by the straps of his delicately laced suspender belt. It was so naughty to be playing with himself in a public place, wi... Read full Story

It started with your mother’s pantyhose. There was something about them that fascinated you. You were inexplicably drawn to them. You touched the delicate fibres and already your young cock stirred. As you excitedly pulled them on, your erection was now becoming painful. You loved how they enveloped... Read full Story

A few months had passed since I made my ‘special delivery’ to my very appreciative customer. But as I checked my remaining deliveries as I parked up in a secluded lay-by as I ate my lunch, I recognised his name from my previous visit. Well, you don’t forget a visit like that, do you? Especially when... Read full Story

This is a short work of fiction, but as with all good tales, there is an element of truth in there, as well. In my mid to late twenties, I started a new job as a delivery driver for a well known company, delivering mail order items and such to customers homes. My route would take in several count... Read full Story