My Lingerie Love Origin Story
During the 1960’s, the ancient era when I grew up, unless they were planning on doing some sort of manual labor, women always wore skirts or dresses. The dress code at schools, both public and private, required girls to wear skirts or dresses too, and as the decade progressed the hemlines grew shorter and shorter! Concealed under these skirts and dresses were some type of distinctly feminine soft and shiny panties and usually a lace trimmed slip.
The “origin story” of all of my sexual feelings, but especially my affinity for satin and lace began as a young elementary school boy who often caught glimpses of such wonderful delicacies, on the playground, on the school bus, or on a windy day. At a young age, I remember noticing how stiff my prepubescent boyhood would get when I would be lucky enough to get a peek at a lacy slip or an inadvertent panty flash! I didn’t know why, but I knew such sightings gave me a stirring of tremendous private excitement! Looking back, I suppose it was because it was so uniquely and quintessentially feminine. So opposite from me. It was a secret revelation of beautifully hidden unknown treasure wrapped in an alluring satin package, and I knew I wanted it! I guess some people might think I was weird to be so sexually attracted to something at such a young age, but I was.
Once, my mother invited her “club” ladies over to our house for tea, cards and gossip. I played on the floor with my toy trucks near the dining room table and spent the entire duration of the card game with a raging hard-on, thoroughly enjoying my front row seat to vintage lacy slips showing, silky stocking tops peeking out, and when legs were uncrossed from time to time, beautiful panties on display!
As I got older, I remember watching “The Wide World of Sports” on Saturday afternoons and I was always very excited when it would feature figure skating! Here were beautiful graceful girls wearing very short flimsy skirts, spinning and twirling just for me! I know now that they were just wearing their skating costume tights, but then, to me they were very cute girls smiling and seemingly enjoying showing off their panties! I know my mom saw me intently watching the skaters and probably noticed my erection poking out and me nonchalantly brushing my hand across my lap, but she only said, “The girls are very pretty, aren’t they?”
When I was about twelve, my college-age cousin stopped by to see my mother and talk about her latest boyfriend problems. She was wearing a very short purple jumper dress with a wide-collared white silk blouse, hose and white heels. She sat on the couch and visited with my mom who sat next to her. As they talked, I was working on some homework on the floor in front of the coffee table and I could look right up her purple dress at her lacy half slip and white satin panties covered by sheer pantyhose! I laid there relishing the view with my dick so hard it hurt! I began to think how amazing it would feel to stroke my cock with her slip or panties! Eventually, my mom told me to go to my room to finish my homework. I figured she didn’t want me to hear their “adult” conversation, but maybe she knew exactly what I had been doing!
I went upstairs to my bedroom and, as I often did, pulled out the JC Penny’s catalogue laid on my bed and flipped to the lingerie section where I found my favorite models eager to show me the latest in sexy fashions! The silky material stretched tightly over their curves hinting of things I could only wonder about fueled my fantasies. I imagined them modeling just for me and rubbing their satin-clad bodies up against mine. I pulled down my pants and began stroking myself with a soft rabbit-fur pelt that I had gotten on vacation the previous summer at a tourist-trap gift shop. The soft cool fur felt so good wrapped around my hardness and I imagined I was stroking with my cousin’s satin panties. I had not yet experienced an actual ejaculation yet and had no idea what that was.
A few weeks later, I woke up very early on a Saturday morning, it was very cold in my room as the only heat source in the house was an old gas heatstove in the middle of the downstairs. I trudged down the stairs to go to the toilet. Like most males of all ages, I had “morning wood” – my penis causing a noticeable tent in the front of my pajama bottoms. My mother was in the kitchen having her coffee and she glanced at me through the kitchen archway as I made my way to the bathroom. She said, “It’s too early for you to get up! Go back to bed!” I protested, “It’s cold upstairs!” So she said, “Well just go get in my bed, it’s nice and warm in there and you can sleep late if you want.”
I finished peeing which usually made my wood subside, but not today! I was already thinking about a certain drawer in her bedroom and its contents! I’d looked in that drawer before and touched the silky slips, stockings and panties, but now I had a chance to make my dream come true! I closed the door and opened the drawer. I already knew what I wanted, a beautiful peach-colored silky Vanity Fair half-slip with white lace trim at the bottom and a four inch slit up one side. I got in the warm bed and began rubbing my hard cock with the smooth material. The feeling was exquisite! Before very long I felt something building inside me that I had never known… then ecstasy! Something warm and sticky began spurting out of my penis and into the satin slip! It felt wonderful!… but now I was terrified! What was I going to do?!
I wiped the creamy substance up in the slip, folded it up and hid it in a shopping bag I found in the closet. I suppose I waited about an hour, then came out of her bedroom and plopped down in front of the TV to watch cartoons. Later that day when my mother went out, I retrieved the shopping bag and slip and took them upstairs and hid them in my closet. There was no further conversation about my sleeping in her bed, but almost every Saturday morning for the rest of that winter I got up “too early” and “slept late” in her bed, taking advantage of the time to rub my cock on slips, stockings and panties before always very carefully putting them back in the drawer. I was always relieved that I never got caught!
Over the next few years as a teen, I continued being very turned on by the girls wearing mini-skirts, slips, stockings and silky panties that filled the halls of my high school. Sometimes the teacher would have us pull our desks into a circle for a discussion. Those classes always provided lots of panty viewing! (And erections!) At night I would release all that pent-up horniness on the peach half slip! I jacked off with that slip all the time, sliding it out of the way at the last moment and shooting cum on my belly so I didn’t completely ruin it. I’d wipe up the cum with tissues then wash and dry the slip every now and then when I was home by myself, keeping it as soft as possible. Sometimes I’d jack off on other items, slips and panties that I would “borrow” from the drawer and then sneak into the dirty laundry after cumming on them. I never parted with that slip, though. I guess my mother probably knew her peach half-slip was missing and she probably knew why, but she never asked me about it.
Years later, God blessed me with a wonderful wife and I soon learned about the ultimate joys of the real treasures of female anatomy, but I never lost my fascination with the silky satin and lace packaging! It took me a while to overcome my insecurities and fear of rejection to share with her about my silk and satin connection … and it took her a while to fully enjoy it with me like she does now! Today, many decades later, our sex life is better than ever and often includes some satin lingerie play! You can read about some of those escapades here: https://marriageheat.com/author/satin-king/
Finally I’d like to say, sharing all this feels very vulnerable, but I appreciate the MH community’s attitude of encouraging each other in married sex-positive ways. Loving the look and feel of lingerie, does not make a man gay or trans, a cross-dresser or even effeminate. In fact, studies show (yes, there are such studies!) that the vast majority of men who enjoy masturbating with panties or other lingerie are very masculine men, typically with culturally masculine jobs who are absolutely 100% straight. And most men keep it secret forever because they are afraid their spouse will think they are somehow less than a “real man.” It is, in fact a function of being masculine that draws us to greatly desiring the feminine! It’s not for everyone, but maybe if this post made you hard or got you wet, it’s something you might enjoy trying, together or solo! So that’s my “thing” and my “origin story” of how it all began!
Well SK, that is quite vulnerable. Even though MH is anonymous, putting all of this out there is quite brave. Whether we admit it or not, all of us have some sort of beginning and journey into who we are sexually.
While I wholeheartedly disagree with men wearing anything that is “quintessentially feminine”, I am fully on board with and supportive of using feminine and frilly undergarments for masturbation.
If I had my way, she would wear them after I finished 😉
I think it’s great that your wife is supportive. I don’t think a lot of men are that lucky.
Cheers!
Thanks KM! Yes, it did (and does) feel very vulnerable! But it’s also enlightening and encouraging (and fun!) to share with each other here how we enjoy God’s gift of married sexuality both together and solo. Hope you get to make a big mess on your favorite item of your wife’s “delicates” soon! And she wears it for you too!
We all are sexual beings. We need to do a better job teaching our kids that. Your mother was certainly aware but wisely tolerant.
I will admit that the Montgomery Ward & Sears catalogs were where I fell in love with women in lingerie. My wife knows how much I love to see her and make love to her when she’s is in sexy lingerie!
I have some great teenage memories of
those catalogue solo-sessions!
I was stroking with a silky half slip one time and shot a load so hard it splattered on the headboard!
Growing up back in the '60s and '70s , as you said things work a little different. Although I had large breasts as a teenager rarely did I wear bra if I did it didn't support much. And as I've stated here before, it didn't take long for my husband and I to begin having sex after we started dating. One of the things he loved about me was that I didn't wear a bra
But it was misleading to him because he thought I was a more sexually experienced girl. I should also say this is before we were married and before we were Christians although I was raised in the church I wasn't serious about my faith. Sometimes I would wear panties sometimes I wouldn't. Lingerie really didn't hold that big of an importance to him at that time because he would be hard at the snap of your fingers things just seemed to work back then.
After we got married and had kids our sex life began to die down as I've spoken here before. And My attraction to women became stronger and more of a struggle for me. I had met a woman who was older than I and owned two lingerie stores in town they were very well to do. I found out that she and her husband actually were in a close-knit group of people in their economic strata who are in the lifestyle with each other,
She was also bisexual.
She was a beautiful well kept woman with a lot of class and I found her extremely attractive so much so that I would stumble over my words when talking to her. There was a time when I was at her house and he had some construction going on. I had on a period of pantyhose and a dress at the time.
Walking by some wood laying on the floor I snagged my nylon. She profusely apologized and said she was going to replace those. I didn't know any of the previous facts about her at that time. About them being in the lifestyle or about her having lingerie stores All I knew is they had a lot of money.
When we had gotten back up to the main floor she walked me down to the bedroom when it pulled open and armoire that was filled with lingerie. Pulling open a drawer she had all kinds of nylons. Different colors and a lot with an Italian or French name on the label. She found me a pair of stockings something I really had never even worn before.
I went into the bathroom pulled off my pantyhose and pulled on the stockings feeling amazed at how smooth and silky that felt standing in front of her mirror I held up my skirt looking at myself.
The stockings had seams which I did not pull up straight. As I stood there there was a knock on the door and she walked in asking me how I was doing and then she kneeled down behind me and tugged and pulled in my stockings working her way up my leg from the ankle to the very top. Repeating it on both legs.
I was standing or looking at myself in the mirror holding my breath because I was so aroused.
She didn't do anything at that point She stood back up behind me put her hands on my shoulders and smile at us over my shoulder at our reflection in the mirror.
My hair was beating so fast I thought it was going to pass out.
The next time I saw her she attempted to seduce me.
I declined and she respected that. But we did become friends. Now she's much older and living elsewhere. But when we were friends she schooled me on a lot of things sexually that I never understood. One of those was the importance of lingerie. Not only for the visual aspect to our lovers but for ourselves. The way it boosted a woman's self-confidence and sexual feelings about herself.
She had me go to one of her lingerie stores and she told the manager that she would take up the bill for whatever I purchased. The woman was very helpful and found sizes and colors that worked for me.
Probably contrary to what most people would think The things she would tell me about and the lingerie that she bought were for the purpose of coming home and engaging with my husband M. To improve our sex life. as I understood it a lot of women who came into the store were trying to enhance their home sex life and as a result she almost became a therapist to these women.
I now do not wear anything but thigh highs. Number one I love the feeling and the look and so does my husband.
When I would go to the office at times I would wear something very sexy underneath sometimes with a plug in my anus. I loved the naughty secret of being able to talk to somebody candidly about things and knowing what I had going on under my clothing.
As for my husband. He has tried on some panties but didn't like them at all just doesn't enjoy it the femininity of it although I have bought him some men's underwear one of them being a thong with a pouch and I love it!
I love those lazy days when we will walk around naked are almost naked most of the day at times he will wear that thong and I will get a good look at that ass. Slapping and every once in a while and giving it a nice squeeze. Of course he does the same for me. It off and ends up in multiple sexual interludes throughout the day.
And then when I see him in the front with everything that he has all gather together in that pouch in front of him hanging almost loose it looks so sexy. I love getting him hard while he's in it and watching as he grows out of the top.
Or while wearing a pair of stockings giving him a foot job and watching it get nice and hard so I can replace my feet with my hands and mouth.
Lingerie has a power. first and foremost for the woman who wears it. But secondly for whoever else sees her.
Over the years there have been times when I've been with another woman and we've been changing clothes and they've had a chance to see what it is that I was wearing underneath. Almost without exception I've received compliments from them.
For a number of years now my husband and I have taken up to practice of going online and looking up sexy things for myself or for him to wear. The advantages we know what we like and we know what they like.
It's almost like a holiday when it arrives and being able to have him unwrap me removing my outer layer of clothing and seeing what it is that was purchased on me. It always ends up in fantastic sex together.
Lady L.💋
Hey LL!
“I went into the bathroom pulled off my pantyhose and pulled on the stockings feeling amazed at how smooth and silky that felt standing in front of her mirror I held up my skirt looking at myself.”
Mmmm! Nice!
We like online shopping too! I know that “holiday” feeling when things arrive!
“It's almost like a holiday when it arrives and being able to have him unwrap me removing my outer layer of clothing and seeing what it is that was purchased on me. It always ends up in fantastic sex together.”
Thanks for sharing!
Hi Satin King.
I think you have turned out well.
Keep up the satin stroking and soaking.
You are right, it is a masculine thing – to be attracted to the feminine of women.
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