It's Only A Pantyhose Fetish

How does that sound? A pantyhose fetish. No one grows up with the ambition to have a fetish. Most young boy's have the desire to have sex with the hottest girl on the planet and have her want nothing but sex over and over again with him and no one but him. Suddenly, we wake up and see that this world has other intentions.

Fate? I don't know. Maybe.

Anyway. When the whole hot girl thing doesn't quite work out as we had wanted, we end up masturbating. Alone. We all do it. At that point we realize what turns us on, and, what turns us on when we want to be alone with ourselves. Different people like different things. I'm fine with just about anything as long as no one gets hurt. Some people like a little pain, I don't. It's not my thing. As long as it's consenting adults and everyone has fun, it's fine with me

Guys never admit it, but they are turned on by the clothes that girls and women wear. The fetishist in us decides that if we can't have the woman of our dreams while we get off, at least we can have the clothes.

For example: If I like seeing what I percieve as the sexiest pair of legs ever, she's going to be wearing pantyhose and a sexy pair of black stiletto pumps. That's her. The one that I want when I'm alone with myself. Of course, she's not there, What's the next best thing when you are alone and want to get off? To me, her clothes. I'd just be happy slipping on her pantyhose and panties. That, would get me instantly hard and turned on. Except, that I have to buy my own.

The lingerie is not hers. It's mine. My wife isn't interested in sex at all. She likes hanging out with me. Talking and being best friends is fine with her. Just don't mention the "sex thing", and things are cool with her. She doesn't want to dress up in sexy clothes. She has no desire or interest in being sexy. Why? Because she's mostly a tomboy. The most important thing is, she doesn't have a desire to have sex with me. Ever.

She seems to accept the fact that I have a pantyhose fetish along with high heels, leotards and other lingerie. Keep in mind, we don't ever talk about it. She knoes these things are there. She doesn't mention it. On the other hand, I don't mention that every weekend when I touch her or grab her, she playfully fights me off until I just drop the subject.