I'm Not Just A Guy With A Pantyhose Fetish

For the longest time I thought I was simply a guy with a pantyhose fetish.  The thing is, I seem to be a little more than that.  At least it's been that way for the last fifteen years or so.

I bought my first pair of high heels when I was in my twenties.  

In the 90's there were a couple of nationwide shoe stores.  There was "Pic N' Pay" and Payless.  They weren't the traditional style shoe stores with sales people that would measure your feet and then disappear in to the stock room to get your shoe in your size.  

 At these stores, there wasn't any salesman to assist you.  You walked in and helped yourself.

That meant that a man could browse the women's shoe section without really drawing attention.  Of course, you still had to pay the person at the checkout register.  Which was a little embarrassing back in those days.

Some Recent Pictures

 I wish I had more time to write but it's the still the same old story.  I don't have much "private" time with the computer at home.

Cross Dressing In Hotels (March 17,2024)

 

 Here's another draft I just found written on March 17, 2024.

My job requires me to travel several times each month.  A lot of people do.   What separates me from most is that I enjoy wearing women's clothes.   

Holiday Update Dec 23, 2023

 This was was uploaded as a draft on  December 23, 2023,  It's finally posted.  I haven't signed in to this account in a long time.

 

 

 

In Another Hotel Room

 These days I don't always take pictures when I'm traveling, but I always dress up.

Pink High Heel Pumps

 I bought these pink pumps a few months ago.  Honestly, they aren't very comfortable, but they are really sexy.

 

 

Still Wearing Pantyhose

As you may have noticed, I've slowed down on posting to my blog.  I want to assure you that it's simply because of time constraints due to my long work hours.  I still wear pantyhose every evening and I still take pictures regularly.

 

Here's a few that I've taken recently.

 

 

Hanging Out In My Hotel

 As mentioned before, I travel often for work these days.  I almost always carry more women's clothes with me than men's.  Most of the time I've got one pair of men's shoes and as many as five or six pairs of women's shoe's.  When I'm in the room I'm almost always wearing a stuffed bra and pantyhose.

I'm usually to busy with work and too tired to takes any pictures in the evenings but I'm still dressed.  In the mornings I usually take some pictures after my first cup of coffee.  It's a fun way to start my day.

Here are some of my most recent photos.  If you have time, leave a comment.

I'm Still Trying To Take A Hot Picture

One day, when I was a teenager, I put on a pair of pantyhose.  I then set up a camera on a tripod and took pictures of myself wearing pantyhose.  I tried to pose so that I looked like a girl with sexy legs.

Many decades later, I'm stilling doing it.

I'm not in my teens anymore but I still take pictures of myself wearing women's clothes.

These days I travel often for work.  When I do, I usually take my camera and tripod.  I also take an assortment of lingerie and usually several pairs of high heels and ballet flats.

I'm still trying to pose like a woman.  Some times the pictures look pretty decent.  Here are some recent shots.  I hope you like them.

 

 

A Little Update

I've been trying to find the time when traveling lately to take more pictures.  What I've realized is that I rarely take any pictures at home these days.  For the most part it's all in hotels.  Keep in mind that even if I'm taking pictures when traveling I'm always dressed in pantyhose and a stuffed bra.  It's simply what I wear when I'm alone in hotels.

On a related note.  I've just bought myself a new pair of black stiletto 5 inch pumps.  I have two old pairs that I've actually worn out.  I hate the idea of just throwing them in the trash.  I've had so much fun wearing them over the years and wearing them when I've jerked off.  I honestly can't count how many orgasms I've had while wearing them.  I'm wondering if anyone out there would be interested in buying them.  One of the pairs is actually from Frederick's Of Hollywood which I believe stopped selling shoes many years ago so that kind of makes them shoes that you can't get anymore.  A bit of a collectors item.  I won't be asking a lot for them. Maybe twenty bucks a pair plus shipping.  Let me know if you're interested.  One of the pairs are in the photos below.

 

 

It's Been A While

I'm still traveling a lot for work.  For most of my travels, I drive.  I might drive three or fours from home to work.  Then, I check into my hotel.  I usually make it to whatever hotel I'm staying in between 5 and 6pm.  I unpack my things I almost always shower.  At his point, I'll put on a pair of pantyhose and my black bra.  After my shower it's time to figure out what I'm going to have for dinner.  If you've read my blog you'll know that I always stuff my bra with water balloons.  I still put them in the microwave oven and warm them up.  And that's what I wear in the hotel. 

I usually order take out from a nearby restaurant, so I'll get dressed to go pick up my dinner.  I put on a pair of women's jeans and on occasion, I'll wear a pair of ballet flats.  Sometimes I'll leave my bra on under my shirt (without the balloons).  I don't always wear flats but when I do, it's such a rush.  It's a bit scary, but it's fun when I do.  I want people to see me wearing my ballet flats but then again,  I'm scared that they will notice.

I usually take my camera and tripod, but these days, I don't take as many pictures as I used to.  Usually I'm simply too tired and I go to bed early.  There are times when I'll go several weeks without taking any pictures.

These days, I wear pantyhose openly at home.  My wife almost never sees me without pantyhose.  On top of that, I'm always wearing crotchless.  Most of the time I wear L'eggs Sheer Energy which I've cut the crotch out of.  It sounds a bit crazy but it's true.  I walk around at home wearing pantyhose with my dick literally hanging out.  There is a little more to the story than that, which I'm not going to get into now, but it is one hundred percent true.  My dick is always hanging out of my pantyhose when I'm home.

This also translates over to hotels.  The pantyhose that I wear in my hotel room usually has the crotch cut out.  Now, when I take my camera with me I always take clothes, additional pantyhose and shoes with me.  When I dress specifically for photo shoots, I usually wear European hosiery that does not have the crotch cut out.

Here's the thing, a lot of the time if I decide to just take a few pictures, I don't really get dressed up.  I simply set up the camera and snap a few.  In these, my dick is hanging out.  So, as it turns out, a lot of the time, the majority of my pictures show my dick.

Although I've shown my dick on many occasions on my blog, I don't know if I want the majority of my blog posts to show my little toy.  I'd like to hear feedback from viewers on this but I also realize that my blog doesn't have many viewers these days.  But if you care to, let me know what you think about this.  Doe's seeing my dick on my blog add or detract from my pantyhose fetish blog?

The bottom set of pictures below where you can see my bra were taken last week.  They are the most recent pictures that I've taken.

I hope you enjoy and aren't offended.

 

A Few New Ones

I had a chance to slip a pair of my Wolfords the other day.  They really are great pantyhose.

Staying At Home

These are from Monday.

I'll try and continue with my story over the next day or so.

Recent Pictures

Someone posted a comment and stated that it has been a while since I posted any leotard or swimsuit pictures.  Well, because of this virus crap ravaging the world, I found myself home alone today.  I pulled out a couple of bodysuits that I hadn't worn for quite a while.

So, here are two pictures that were taken earlier today and , yes, I am doing my best to hold my gut in to make myself look better than I actually do.  At times I can still fake it, but I do need to tighten up the old mid section.

The last two pictures where I'm wearing the black leotard are from the archives.  They're several years old.

Leotards & Bras

The following story happened sometime in 2004 or 2005.  I think.  It's hard to pinpoint exactly when.  The exact date isn't really important.  When it happened we had been together for close to ten years.  What's important is the fact that it's completely true and plays somewhat in to what's been going on with me recently.

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The first several years we we together we did what many couples do.  We went out to bars and saw our favorite local bands, had drinks, played pool and so on.  But after a while, couples tend to stop doing that.

Going out and having some beers turns into staying home on the weekends and having some beers and watching movies or our favorites shows on the DVR.   You know the old song, "Everybody's working for the weekend" , except when you get a little older the weekends tend to be spent at home.  I'm not saying that we don't go out to dinner and a movie every so often, but we tend to have drinks at home these days.  It's safer and certainly cheaper.

The reason I decided to tell her that I had a pantyhose fetish is because I was sexually frustrated.  Our relationship was going strong except for sex.  We'd already been living together for a few years and I wanted more.  I remember exactly when I told her.  April 2, 2001.

Sometime in 2004 I started wearing panties openly.

It was sometime within the next year or so (after I started wearing panties) when she told me that she had found my bag with my high heels, leotards and bras.  I was stunned and embarrassed.  She didn't come down too hard and me, thankfully, but she wasn't exactly thrilled either.

In my stash I actually had a couple of her old bras that she had thrown away and I had taken out of the trash and kept.  She ended up taking those back.

The bottom line is that she found out that I had high heels, leotards and bras.  Honestly she didn't make a big deal out of it and it wasn't mentioned again.  In my own mind, I had gotten away with something.

Now, at this stage of our relationship I was wearing panties in front of her and I had worn pantyhose, but she didn't really like seeing me in pantyhose.  My big thrill at this point was wearing them and hoping that she wouldn't notice.

I decided to see if I could get away with wearing a leotard without her noticing.  I'm always up on the weekends before her.  So, one Saturday I decided to wear a leotard under a tee shirt.  That's all I wore.  A tee shirt over a leotard.

We were standing in the kitchen making coffee and I pulled her to me and gave her a hug.  She wrapped her arms around me.  She ran her hands up my back and onto my shoulders.  One of her hands stopped on my shoulder and then suddenly and with a slight gasp, she pulled the strap up through my shirt and popped it on my shoulder.  She didn't say anything, just a grunt.  She didn't do it in a playful way at all.  I was instantly shocked and embarrassed.  As I said, it was done somewhat angrily and without any hint of playfulness at all.

Without a word I walked out of the kitchen and down the hall toward our bedroom where I quickly stripped off my shirt and then the leotard.  I put my shirt back on and embarrassingly walked back into the room, fixed my coffee and didn't say a word.  Neither did she.

Now back to the present day:

On the weekends we generally have some beers or mixed drinks and watch movies or shows on the DVR.  She always goes to bed before I do. I must mention that she really isn't a touchy-feely type of person.  She's not big into passionate hugs or long embraces. But, several months ago I noticed something.  I noticed that on the weekends that before she went to bed, she would give me a hug and a kiss, but, she would run her hand along my shoulder and across my back, almost groping it.

This was unusual for her.  This only happens on the weekends after shes been drinking.  I started paying attention to her doing it and I believe I figured out what she's been doing.

Basically, I think she's been frisking me to see if I'm wearing a bra!  I know that might sound crazy, but I truly believe that.

With that in mind and coupled with the fact that our sex life is practically non existent, I decided to "take it up a notch".

I decided to let her catch me.  In a manner of speaking.

As I said, she goes to bed before I do every Friday and Saturday night.  I usually take the opportunity  to play dress up and on occasion to take some pictures. It's my alone time.  Of course I have a few more beers before it's time call it a night.  Then, a lot of times I'll just sleep on the couch.  It's not a big deal.

Every Saturday and Sunday morning she gets up briefly and gets a drink of water and walks through the room, gets her shoes and goes out to get the paper.  Then she crawls back into the bed.  Then a little later, I get up.

How did I decide to "let her catch me"?  I decided to leave some things out for her to see.

I guess it's a way of acting out and looking for some attention.  Mostly, it's sexually frustration.

The photo below shows exactly what my wife walked in and saw on a Saturday morning back in January.

One pair of shoes is hers.  The other pair is mine.  Can you guess which is which?

This was the scene as I left it when I went to sleep.  When I awoke, her shoes were not there.  Only my pumps remained.  There is absolutely no way that she didn't see them.

 

Do you know what she said about it?  Absolutely nothing.  Never mentioned it.

 

 

I'm Still Here

Yes, I am still here.  Here are a couple of recent pictures.  I'll post more in a day or two and try and explain what's been going on.

I'm Still Pushing The Boundaries

I'm frustrated.  Sexually that is.

So what did I do?

While Christmas shopping,  I searched for a little something for me.

In other words, I found myself in the Women's Department in Wal Mart searching for a shirt, sweater or some type of top for me.

The big problem with me doing that is the fact that I realized recently,  that I'm full.

I don't have room to hide anymore women's clothes.

Some things are in plain view.  For instance, I have many pairs of women's ballet flats.  As I write this, they are in plain view.  My wife can see them without searching.

But I have some items that I think that she doesn't know about.  Mainly because I've never worn them in front of her.  Also, she's never seemed to be the "snooping" type of woman.

If she actually is the "snooping" type of woman, then she's already seen everything and she hasn't divorced me yet.

If she's seen everything then she knows a have a few water balloons "hidden" in my bathroom cabinet underneath the sink.  It also means that she's seen my little black dress.  Now that I think about it, she probably has seen everything, but for the sake of trying to keep my sanity, I choose to believe that she hasn't.

Anyway, back to Wal Mart.  There I was looking for something cute and sexy for myself.

I enjoy taking pictures when I'm dressed in pantyhose and high heels.  You should know that by now.  What I realized several years ago is that to try and hide the fact that I'm a man in the pictures I really needed a women's shirt or top.  So I bought a bunch of women's tank tops.  I simply put on a bra and then add a couple of water balloons and slip on a tank top.  From the neck down I can, at times, hide the fact that I'm a guy in drag.

I wanted something new.  I found some women's shirts.  Technically they're women's Henley tops.  They almost look unisex.  In reality, you can tell they are for a woman.  The neck is too wide and cut to show off a woman's chest and the bottom of the shirt is tailored, which in my opinion makes them cute and sexy.  I bought several different colors.

After buying them I decided that I didn't want to "hide" them.  I decided that I want to wear them openly at home.  I know I'm just a guy wearing women's clothes, but it's also sexually thrilling. 

In my opinion, a cheap thrill is better than none.

Anyway, the pictures below show what all the fuss is about.

Could you dress like this in front of your wife or girlfriend?