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Inpantyhose55 | 2014-07-16 | Comments (1)
Profile Image I discovered masturbation at age 13. The first few times I didn't need anything but my imagination, but the more I did it, the more I needed more stimulation. My family was very strict and religious so there were no "girlie" magazines around for me to find and use. I started using the lingerie sections of Sears and Penney Catalogs to get off with. Then one day, I decided to look in the pantyhose section. Wow, they looked almost nude. Legs posed in a way that you couldn't quite see their pussies, but in my mind I could. I tried to be very careful with the catalogs but I always managed to get those pantyhose pages stuck together. One day, while using the bathroom, I saw a pair of my sister's discarded hose (they had a big run in them) in the trash. I couldn't help but sneak them out of the bathroom. I went to my bedroom, locked the door, and after much hesitation finally decided to try them on. When the nylon first touched my toes, my cock got rock hard and throbbing. I couldn't believe how incredible they felt as I pulled them up my legs and up my thighs. By the time I had pulled them up over my cock to my waist, I was cumming. I came like I had never came before, I didn't think it was going to stop squirting. Probably the biggest load I ever shot. It was also the first time I had ever came without actually stroking my cock. Just the feel of nylon on my hard on for the first time was enough to set me off. I didn't become a pantyhose thief like most of the stories here, just waited patiently until my sister got another run in another pair and throw them away. I've been hooked on pantyhose ever since. Technically, I am bisexual, but I won't have sex with other men unless they are hose lovers/wearers. Women on the other hand, I will have sex regardless of how they feel about pantyhose, either on themselves or on me.

Treess | 2014-07-08
Profile Image I use to love seeing my grandmother put her pantyhose on in the morning she wore them without panties my cock use to twitch when I would see her pussy and ass through the nylon the first time I fucked her I was 18. She was standing in the kitchen talking on the telephone I came up behind her hiked her dress up pulled her pantyhose down and fucked her slowly while she continued talking on the phone

Mantyhose | 2014-07-05 | Comments (0)
Profile Image I started when I was 12 years old. I was in my mom bedroom when I first touch a pair of pantyhose. I don't why but I had the urge to try them on. At first I didn't how or when I would try it since I was the youngest and share bedroom with my brother. I decided that I would try them after school before everyone would get home. I only have about 20 minutes or so. The first day I kept on socks and underwear on so that I can get it off quickly just in case.I was very careful how to put them on this was the early 70"s and pantyhose was not the same as now. I got them on and I remember the feeling on my leg and I look in the mirror and see how sexy it was after a few days trying them on. I try them without socks and underwear and that was totally different. I love the way it rub on my cock and I had a hard on for the first time it was great. As time when by I would try wearing more than one pair at time. One time I put 25 layers of pantyhose at one time. It was very tights on my toes and calfs and thighs and and my waistline. I do not kept them on for very long. To this day I wear pantyhose every day I love them! Part two I would like to share the first time wearing pantyhose in public since I live in a small town and I didn't anybody to know that I wear pantyhose. One day I drove 200 miles to Chicago and went out in public with pantyhose on with shorts and went shopping for some pantyhose. I got the parking lot and got out and went down the elevator and into the streets and I was very nervous but kept my cool and not worry about what people would think and I didn't care and I went a few blocks to find wolford store that sell pantyhose and walk in. The lady at the store care of a lady that was front of me and waited until she was done and then ask me if I needed help and said yes I would like to buy some pantyhose and she went to pantyhose area and ask what kind to do like and I answer her I would like the Satin Touch 20 and would pull out the pantyhose out of the package and feel and I love it and other pairs I end up buying 6 pairs that day. The saleslady said that she didn't time to put pantyhose herself and notice that I was wearing pantyhose. She thought that it was great that a guy wearing pantyhose. I went to a different store buy some more and left town. It was a great day!

BillB | 2014-06-26 | Comments (2)
Profile Image My fascination with pantyhose started when I was around five years old. I remember seeing a picture of a couple performing ballet. The male was wearing tights and I was intrigued. I thought that it would be fun to wear tights and if learning ballet was a way to wear them I would give it a try. I told my mom I was interested in taking ballet lessons and she gave a little laugh and explained that I was too young. This was probably a good decision because by the time I was a teen I was 6'-0" tall, not very coordinated and weighed about 180 lbs.

I wore pantyhose the first time when I was about thirteen years old. I remember walking into the bathroom and seeing a pair of my mom's beige pantyhose hanging from the bath cutain rod. I just could not resist the temptation any longer! I locked the bathroom door, stripped down to nothing and slipped into the pantyhose. By the time I pulled them up to my waist I had a raging hard-on. I grabbed my sisters Glamour or Cosmo magazine and masturbated while looking at pantyhose advertisements and myself in the mirror. Oh what a fantastic feeling! When I was done I carefully took the pantyhose off, made sure they had no tell-tail stains and hung them back on the rod. This was so exciting, but I also felt a little ashamed. Evidently not ashamed enough, because I continued to wear pantyhose any chance I got until I was about sixteen. To the best of my knowledge I never got caught by my mom or sisters wearing their pantyhose.

There was one time when I was fourteen that I was at a friends house playing with Matchbox cars. His parents were not home. The next thing I know he leads me into his parents bedroom, pulls out his mom's lingere drawer and empties the drawer of pantyhose, girdles and bras onto their bed. He then asked me if I would like to wear some of his moms lingere with him. Well I was quite excited about the thought of putting on her sheer beige pantyhose! I just could not do it! I believe I was afraid of dressing up and wearing lingere with this guy and what may have happened or just the possibility of getting caught by his mom in her pantyhose. My friend seemed pretty disappointed and I guess if I wasn't going put on any lingere he wasn't going to either. He carefully put the pantyhose, girdles and bras back in the drawer and we ended up back in the den and started playing with the Matchbox cars again as if nothing had ever happened. I always wondered what would have happened if I had taken the chance and worn his mom's lingere!

I didn't wear pantyhose after age sixteen and up until I got married. I do have alot of great memories of girlfriends wearing pantyhose when we would go out on dates. I do believe that most of them had an inkling of my pantyhose fetish because I just couldn't seem to keep my eyes and hands off their nylon encased legs!

I have been happily married to my wonderful wife for thirty years. Right after we got married I started wearing pantyhose again when I was home alone. My wife did not know about my pantyhose fetish, although I think she may have been suspicious when she would open her pantyhose drawer and find her favorite hose missing. About this time men's pantyhose became available on line, (Thanks to Steve and Constanse at COMFILON), and I was able to quit taking my wifes pantyhose which barely fit and buy my own. I would occasionally buy pantyhose at Victoria's Secret or Macy's and it was always a thrill to have the saleslady help me pick out some pairs that I am sure she knew were for me.

One night about one year into our marriage my wife and I were in bed. I was having a hard time trying to figure a way to let my wife know that I enjoyed not only her wearing pantyhose when we made love, but that I would like to wear pantyhose also. After what seemed an eternity I finally told her. Initially she was shocked, but I believe she was truly concerned that there was something seriously wrong, and after finding out that this was only a pantyhose fetish she was relieved. Next thing I know she goes to her lingere drawer and pulls out two pairs of pantyhose. She then tells me to put one pair on while she gets into the other pair of pantyhose. What happened next was one the most sexually exciting nights of my life!

I am very fortunate to have a great wife who lets me indulge and encourages me in my pantyhose fetish, although primarily for bedroom liasons. Just can't seem to get enough pantyhose sex! Thanks to Pantyhose Share Club for providing a great site that lets me enjoy my pantyhose fetish with others.


CDKelley | 2014-06-13 | Comments (7)
Profile Image Pantyhose turned me into a transvestite - thank God!
These days I don't get to wear pantyhose very often but I am trying to get my employer to let me wear them and if that happens I will wear then as often as I can and will be one very happy transvestite.
Now for my story: I have always been attracted to pantyhose and stockings, it didn't matter if they were worn by men or women; they can always get me masturbating. Strangely I had never thought of wearing them myself even though I have always been attracted to crosdressers.
One day I was at an adult social function and I unexpectedly ran into an old friend and his wife. I got to talking to them and mentioned that I was bi and later the fact that I love crossdressers came up.
My friends wife asked if I crossdressed and I told her no. As the days passed I couldn't stop thinking about her question. I finally decided to look her up at the department store she worked at and get a pair of pantyhose.
She helped me pick out a pair and I had a raging hard on till I got home. As soon as I put them on I knew everything was right with the world. They felt so soft and beautiful and I have rarely had such an intense orgasm as I did when I masturbated while wearing pantyhose for the first time.
Those pantyhose flipped a switch that let the real me out, I knew that crossdressing was going to be a lifelong part of me. I consider myself transgendered as I no longer feel comfortable in men's clothing and wear as much female attire as I can. I even hope to live as a woman some day. That one pair of pantyhose unlocked my true self and that's why I will always love pantyhose!

Susanheels | 2014-05-10 | Comments (18)
Profile Image How I started wearing pantyhose and why I love wearing.
I first started to wear pantyhose when I was 15. My mom would take my sisters and I to church every Sunday and we had to dress up in skirt or dresses with dress shoes. Our first time really dressing up in all our finest was for Easter. I can remember the boys and some of the men checking out my sisters and me as we walked into church.
I was a bit of a tom-boy at that time and I really didn’t pay much attention to my skirts and how they looked and I at first I found the pantyhose a bit confining and warm and I would rub my thighs and lift my skirt a bit to get some air in there to cool me off. Mom used to nudge me and say stop that, ladies don’t do that. Now I know why.

I went to a catholic elementary and high school. We all had to wear a uniform, which was a pleated plaid skirt with a white button up blouse with a navy blue blazer. Through elementary school and my freshman year at high school, I would wear knee socks. My sophomore year I started to wear pantyhose and tights. At first I would wear navy colored tights and pantyhose but when I noticed how some of the girls, who wore natural colored pantyhose got a lot of attention from the boys I started to wear nude, beige and taupe colored hose. I received a great deal more attention from the boys after that.
In my junior year of high school a bit of a competition started with a number of us girls with our hem lines.
The school dress code mandated that we keep the hem of our skirts at or just above the knee. This was no fun. Slowly with no coordinated efforts many of us started to roll under the waist band of our skirts once or twice and when we could get away with it we would fold up the bottom of our skirts to show off more thigh.
Some of the girls were very talented with stitch work, I was not. I was a bit of an amateur.
We would get scolded all the time by the nuns but none of the women lay teachers. Lol
I always had long legs. One of my girlfriends used to tease me and tell that I was ¾ legs and the rest of me was boobs and head. She would often tell me how envious she was of my legs. I never forgot that.
When I found out what an effect my legs could have on both men and boys I started to use it to my advantage. My senior year I sat in the front row in every class when I had a male teacher. I made a point of always keeping my legs slightly open and I would count how many times they would look up my skirt. I loved this game.
It was also in my senior year that I had my first sort of quasi bi sexual experience with one of the female lay teachers. My English teacher was a very attractive woman in her mid-30’s (?) and not married.
She always wore dresses or skirts. She always wore hosiery and high heels.
She asked me to come to her office one day during study period because she was concerned about my grades. I was wearing heels that day with nude colored pantyhose with panties.
When I came into her office she told me to sit down in the chair by her desk and as I went sit down I miss-judged where the chair was and both sat and slipped off the chair as it slide back causing me to fall ass first to the floor. My books were in my arms so I could not reach out to catch myself. I landed on my bum with my legs up in the air my skirt at my waist and exposing me from my crotch to my shoes and I was dazed and confused.
She heard me gasp and saw me hit the floor and she got a great view of my legs, thighs and tushy.
She was immediately down on the floor to help me and make sure I was ok. She was kneeling aside of me and as she leaned down to check my head she lost her balance and reached out with her right hand to recover and she placed her hand between my thighs on the floor and her hand brushed over my pubic area. I reacted by clamping my thighs shut with her hand pressed tightly between her thigh and tight up against my pussy. When she tried to take her hand out I squeezed even tighter with my tights and I heard myself moan out load because it felt so good. As I was gaining my awareness I reached out with my left hand and accidentally touched her right breast and I heard her moan. As I opened my eyes I saw her cleavage and I said you’re beautiful. She moaned again. She then told me that I need to release her hand from between my thighs. I asked her what she said and she told me that I was squeezing her hand between my thighs and I needed to relax and release her hand. I immediately opened my thighs and she took her hand out and pulled down my skirt so that I was no longer exposed. She helped me to my feet and she straightened me out. As I was standing in front of her, she got to one knee and adjusted my skirt to make sure it was all straight and orderly. I fondly remember her running her hands up my calves and thighs before adjusting my blouse so that I didn’t look like a mess. She didn’t notice that she was a bit disheveled until she noticed that I kept staring at her cleavage. My breasts were not as big and as beautiful as hers and I so wanted mine to look like hers.
She told me it was time for me to leave and go to my next class and that we would discuss my grades another day when we could both concentrate on that matter and not each other.
We became very close friends after I graduated.

Platino | 2014-05-06 | Comments (6)
Profile Image I was a young around 11 I was in grocery store with my mom sister.I was wondering around bored when i saw a women in a skirt heels and stockings (tan )drop a grocery item on the floor.She bent over to pick it up and i saw her stocing tops garter and girdle.I couldnt stop staring at her.My heart raced and i felt aroused. I was walking towards her when this happened.I kept walking towards her and staring at her legs stockings and heels.When she stood up i walked by her fixed on her legs heels and a front slit in her skirt.The slit went up her thgh to the tops of her stockings.I stoped dead and looked at her thigh through the slit. She saw me looking at her and smiled and said hi.As i looked up i felt aroused and embarresed. I couldnt talk.She then walked away the skirt so tight her legs so nice .I found myself trying my moms stockings on thinking of her.Turns out when i went over a friends from school one day it was his mom. Thats another story

Wolfordhose | 2014-05-04 | Comments (3)
Profile Image I've always liked the silky smooth feel of nylon stockings and pantyhose ever since I can remember, probably around the young tender age of 5! I would sneak wearing my mothers knee highs in the bathroom after she would wash and dry them on the radiator, I think she might have suspected! When I was 9 I got to dress as a girl for Halloween, pantyhose, pretty pink dress, I was in heaven! My sister moved out of the house when I was a teenager and left some of her clothes in the attic. Pantyhose, slips, heels OMG I can't tell you how many times I made that trip up to the attic to play dress up! I was about 17 when my sister married and had her first child, but divorced shortly afterwards. To make ends meet she would tend bar at night and ask me to babysit. Well of course I would always say yes! Alone in my sister's house with a baby sound asleep! It was the attic all over again! Fast forward till today 50 years old still love to dress and feel as lady like as possible!

Lycralamb | 2014-05-01
Profile Image My wife wears pantyhose everyday, she only buys the expensive ones,
But she loves to dress me in lace panties and pantyhose..she says she loves to feel my cock through the lace and Lycra .. I don't mind doing it if it makes her happy and it feels ok for me too .. She rubs her hand on top of the hose , she loves to see the large bulge , she just keeps rubbing until I blow my load , then she goes down and licks the panties and pantyhose clean.
She was so wet one night I got a pair of pantyhose right inside her ,then she would make me pull them out with my teeth and made me do it over and over ..


Almostnaked | 2014-05-01 | Comments (0)
Profile Image my fetish began at an early age and I must of been 5 or 6, as I recall my first memory of trying on my first pair of pantyhose I was in the bacvkyard of our house where I was hid myself out of site and quickly took off my pants desparately tryings to put those nylons on my legs as quickly as I possibly could, knowinlg I was doing something I really shouldn't be doing. As I barely managed to get them on, I heard my moms voice calling my name and i just went into a panic mode and quickly took them off, put my pants back on, without a second left there was my mom asking me "what are was doing over here," and Iw can't exactly remember what i said to her but she bought it and sent me then on my merry way, I judt thought to myself, niw that was a close one, but I was aware how curious I was to see what it felt like to wear pantyhose but i kept those feelings to myself for many a year. I live with three brothers, two older and one younger with Mom and Dad. I felt that there was something different about me and i kept that secret hidden to myself from everyone around me. As i grew older I noticed I was fasinated with girls legs in nylons and I just couldn't resist looking at thier legs when they had them on. It was tough to look and not get noticed doing it. Somewhere down the road I would eventually succeed trying my first pair and I just loved how felt in them. I felt this tingling sensation combined with a sexy and feminine look and feel that I was hooked on wearing them whenever I had a chance to do so and I did. At times I thought that I was different from all other guys and considered the possibilty I could have been a girl in a past life and wondered if I was the only boy on earth that wore pantyhose. Displaying no fear wearing pantyhose I started getting more brave and dareing venturing outside sometimes during the day and then at night walking around the neighborhood just wearing pantyhose and no other clothes as if were the normal thing to do and i seemed to never see any one see or catch me. It was thrilling and it felt so good to be so naughty i got hooked doing it till i thought that if i get cought im going to stop wearing and live the straight and narrow, yeah right. Thoughts of riding a bicycle wearing only pantyhose soon became reality at 1, 2 r 3 o'clock in the morning, it was auxillarating but sometimes i get the feeling that someone had to see me and i would have to face the music the next day or 2. but never happened so i would go on longer adventures when i got up thenerve to walk out the door and out in the view of the public eye man what a rush sometimes even getting scared that someone seen me for sure and raced to get home before caught me red handed wearing only nylons and shamed by all who would find out about it. but never happend, but as i got older i said one of these days i might be in the back of a police car almost naked and about to get my picture taken with what little i had on. and almost happened too one night. so here i am trying to add more to this story wearing just pantyhose and fishnets on the upper halfof my body but not sure what to type, well i sometimes would go to a seven-eleven late at night and purchase spme nylons but i would take new pairs from my mom that she had to know i was taking them but never said anything sometimes i fell asleep watching tv and wake up wearing only my pantyhose and my mom in the kitchen cooking breakfast knowing she had to see me there in the lounge chair in a public part of the house with the tv onto be continued

Justin12398 | 2014-04-19
Profile Image One time I went to my aunts house and I went upstairs to the laundry to go look for some pantyhose and found some white ones i looked if anybody was around and took them I went to the bathroom to go try them on, they felt good I wanted to keep them so I just kept them on but I put my socks on to cover my feet because I had the pantyhose on so now the pantyhose are covered by my pants and socks my aunt went upstairs to go change then she came down in black silky pantyhose and heels I had an instant boner she told me that she wants to take me to a restaurant I said ok when we went to the restaurant she was putting her feet on mine I was thinking she wanted to play footsie so I took my shoes off and my socks she felt the pantyhose on me and said I understand you have a fetish for pantyhose and she started rubbing her feet on mine with her pantyhose when we got home she told me to massage her feet I said ok then when I finished she said let me massage your feet when she was done I took the pantyhose off and gave it to her because I was leaving then she said come back for more and winked her eye.

Mrshameless | 2014-04-12 | Comments (2)
Profile Image I'm a 50 year old male who loves to wear pantyhose I'm wearing them right now there's nothing hotterI encase my whole body 2 layers First pantyhose then tights on top of that the best pa rt is vibrating my nipples when encased in pantyhose i used to be ashamed but now I don't care what people think I first started wearing pantyhose when I was around 10 my mother was a nurse so she always wore pantyhose so I had an endless supply don't get me wrong I'm a straight male I just love to wear pantyhose now I wear them under my jeans every move is a pleasure try total body encasement its fuckin tremendous if you don't your missing out big time

RunningTights | 2014-04-11 | Comments (5)
Profile Image For me, it started when I was about 4 years old in the early 80's. My mother used to buy L'eggs, and would let me play with the egg before she'd take out the hose and put the hose on. As with all children, curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to play with the stuff inside the egg but I wasn't allowed to. But as I grew older I couldn't help but wonder about how something small in an egg could cover a grown woman's lower body. Being in the 80's I wasn't short of seeing lots of pantyhose on women or girls at school so my curiosity grew bigger. Around home I would look for an egg laying about the place with the hope of finding the hose inside but no such luck, always empty.

When I was 11 I found a pair of my mother's blue pantyhose laying about. With my mother not around I quickly took them into my room and tried them on, they felt amazing! It was like an emotional release as this finally the moment I got to experience something that has been a mystery for me for a few years. However, it didn't last long as my mother came walking down the hall and saw me quickly shove my legs under the bed.

"What are you wearing?" She asked.

"Nothing" I replied.

"Are you wearing my hose?"

"Well", I replied "wrestlers wear tights, I'm being a wrestler"

"But they don't wear women's tights" Was her reply.

I protested that I wanted to wear them but I was firmly told that as a boy, I'm not supposed to wear women's clothing, that it's wrong to do so, So I should stop being silly, take them off and put my pants on.

I felt dejected.

However, it didn't stop me taking hose from my mother.

Not long after that episode with the blue pantyhose, I would sneak around into her room and look for more, and I would always find a few pairs that I would take and hide under my pillow. I also found some slips and stuff that I would also try on but didn't get the same feeling I did as I did with pantyhose.

I did get caught with my stash and was told that I had to cut the crap out or else I would get the biggest hiding one could get.

I triedto forget about pantyhose but the power of pantyhose was too strong.

When I was 13 I went to high school and in New Zealand our high schoold have uniforms, and one of the pieces of uniforms for the girls are tights, so I would be surrounded by hundreds of girls in black tights walking past me, sitting across from me, etc. Their pantyhose encased legs in full view. I was in pantyhose heaven. I was also jealous as they got to wear them all the time, so much so that I wanted to become a girl. Shorts and trousers are horrible to me, I wanted to wear pantyhose all day and night.

An aunt of mine was an aerobics instructor and as I had also developed a fetish for spandex (Lycra here in New Zealand) I would go through her leotards, cycle shorts tights. I came across a pair of shiny dance tights which combined my 2 loves, pantyhose and spandex. I put them on and got erect which resulted in my very first experience in masturbation by rubbing my penis through the tights.

As the years went by I stole dance tights and regular pantyhose (as well as more spandex) and would hide them in a drawer, and as I was a lot older (17) I had more privacy from my mother so I was able to wear all the pantyhose/tights I could desire without getting caught.

To cut an extremely long story short, I was staying with my mother when I visited her one time and of course I had some hose with me. I remember putting some clothes in the laundry for her to wash and it then dawned upon me about an hour later that there were 2 pairs of pantyhose within the clothes I put out. I quickly went to the laundry to fish them out but the machine was empty. My mother was hanging out my washing for me and I was mortified. I quickly ran out to take over the washing hoping to hide the hose from her but too late! They were already hanging on the line. My mother noticed the look of embarrassment on my face and knew why I had that look.

"It's o.k, if you want to wear them go ahead. It's your life and you can do with it what you want, no need to be embarrassed"

What a relief. She even brought me a couple of pairs. What a turn around!

So here I am at the age of 36 still enamored by pantyhose/tights (and spandex. Can't leave that out)

And under the roof of my home I can wear all the time without staring eyes, cutting comments or being made to feel freakish. So I take advantage of that anyway I can.

Thanks for reading and for those who haven't shared your story, I encourage you to do so. It's a great release to reveal your personal story about pantyhose. For many people like me it's a secret, a secret I want to share with the world. Society may not be ready as a whole, but at least I can share it here and experience that emotional release, so thank you.





Mywetpantyhose | 2014-02-22
Profile Image I can't remember as I was so young. As a 10 year old, I noticed sis and mom leaving their pantyhose in the hamper. Somewere damp with vaginal secretions. My curious ness got the best of me. I picked up a pair and rubbed them on my cock. And then I brought them to my face . The fragrance of wet pussy made me ejaculate. Since then, I've been hooked. Soon, I found a girlfriend at 18 to share my love of smooth sexy pantyhose with me. She was sitting next to me as I wore a pair of sheer energy pantyhose watching television.just then she said:"Your wearing your pantyhose" after an hour. I said:" Do you want me to take them off"? She said no and strocked my silky legs. Mmmmm.nice baby, let's go into the bedroom. "Put yours on too" We made love in our wet pantyhose all night.

LesleyPhillips | 2014-02-05 | Comments (1)
Profile Image I first started with my older sister's pantyhose. I was jealous of her pretty clothes and longed to experience the feeling of girl's clothes on my own body. My sister would wear mini-dresses with pantyhose and wedge heels. She would also wear long skirts with full slips underneath. I knew that I had to try on her clothes.

She was 16 and I was 13. I started by trying on her pantyhose from the laundry hamper in the washroom. I would rummage through until I found the silky material of her pantyhose. I would strip down and pull her pantyhose up my legs and over my erect cock. I would cum almost instantly.

Later I progessed to trying on her slips and bras along with her pantyhose. If I had extra time I would get fully dressed into her dresses/skirts and her shoes. The one constant was always PANTYHOSE. I could wear everything else and not get a hard-on. Similarly, I would not be interested in girls unless they wore pantyhose.

I suspect my sister knew about my escapades, but she never confronted me. In high school I continued wearing my sister's clothes. I would fantasize about girls I saw in school wearing pantyhose as I looked at my legs encased in nylons. I had quite a few girlfriends in high school.

One was Lesley Phillips. She would regularly wear pantyhose with her skirts. She would also wear pantyhose with shorts...I still think about her reinforced panty peeking out from her shorts. We were in grade 11 and 12 when we were together. We had a conversation about why girls can wear boys clothes, but not the other way around.

Lesley said, "It doesn't seem fair."

"What isn't fair?", I replied.

"Well, girl's clothes are so much more fun...we can wear skirts, dresses, lingerie..."

"Pantyhose," I blurted out and turned red.

"Pantyhose? I guess I can see how a guy would be curious about pantyhose," Lesley responded.

"Well, it's just that, um, they, uh, look so nice on yourlegs, and are silky to touch," I stammered and blushed more deeply.

Lesley was sitting next to me on the sofa. She was wearing a long jean skirt with a white blouse, a white full slip, and beige pantyhose. Her legs were curled under as she sat next to me. Her skirt was tucked in around her ankles. She looked at me and could see the embarrassment in my face. She slowly untucked her skirt from under her legs and gently, slowly pulled it up her legs.

Her pantyhose were wrinkled at ther ankles and her red nail polish shone through her reinforced toes. She pulled her skirt up to mid thigh, but her slip still covered most of her leg.

Lesley then whispered, "do you like my legs in pantyhose? I like the way my legs look in pantyhose. They make me feel like a grown-up. They feel silky and soft on my legs...especially when my slip caresses my legs."

With that, Lesley began pulling her slip up her legs. Her pantyhose krinkled at the ben in her knees. She took my hand an placed it on her legs and rubbed it up and down her thigh. "Don't they feel silky?"

She got up and took my hand leading me upstairs to her bedroom. She sat me down on her bed, asked me to strip and went to her dresser. She pulled out a bra, a slip, and some pantyhose. She helped me on with the bra, and I pulled the slip over my body. She handed me her beige pantyhose and I pulled them on. She touched my hand when I was dressed and I could see our relection in her mirror. I came instantly. I could not help myself. Lesley giggled.

"So, I guess you kinds like getting dressed in girl's clothes?"

I was hard again, and Lesley giggled. She placed her hand on my thigh, "let's make this last a little longer this time"

We caressed each other and kissed. I gave her an orgasm using my fingers. She pulled my pantyhose down, pulled her own down, and we had sex.

Best experience of my life.

Lesley went to a different university and we did not stay in touch. I thought I would find other girls like her. I was wrong.

I spent university rummaging through my gf's drawers and 'liberating' their pantyhose (it's not like they wore them that often).

I got married to a girl that knew I liked pantyhose, but she didn't know that I iked to wear them. She used to wear, but didn't like to. Now she doesn't wear them at all.

Notunique | 2014-02-04 | Comments (0)
Profile Image I'm almost 62 and have had an affinity for nylons for as long as I can remember. It probably all started when I was 3 or 4 although I can't remember the details. Back in the late 50's it seemed as though ALL women wore stockings. My mother used to tell me how amazed at how observant I was because she recalled a time when a friend of hers came to our tiny apartment in New York who was NOT wearing nylons. She said I asked her "why that lady was not wearing stockings"!!

I remember having access to my mothers soft and silky stockings. I especially enjoyed playing with the colorful and organized boxes and boxes she had with new stockings in them (although I didn't remove them). I liked to play "store" and pretend I was selling these boxes.

I eventually found her worn stockings lying around (we lived in a one bedroom apartment). One night in particular my parents went out and my older brother babysat me. I remember finding a pair of her nylons and stuffing them down the front of my footy pajamas while I was in bed. My brother came to check on me and saw what I was doing but I don't remember much except feeling that I was doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing.

I continued playing with her nylons from time to time. My mother worked as a seamstress and tried to work at home when she could. She would often take a nap in the afternoon on the convertible sofa bed (where my parents slept) in our tiny living room. I was fascinated by the look of her nyloned feet while she slept. I think I felt alone and abandoned and wanted her attention. I eventually mustered up the courage to touch her legs and feet in nylons and was infatuated and hooked. This behavior continued into my per-adolecent years. I got more courageous (or stupid) and tried rubbing my tiny penis on her nylons which really felt good! I didn't know if she was aware of what I was doing until after I became an adult and during a heated mother-son argument, she told me I was sick and perverted for having done that as a little boy. That was hard to hear because I couldn't control my urges and wanted attention I guess.

Fast forward to puberty and my passion for nylons grew more and more intense. She continued to work and always wore nylons with an open bottom girdle. When she took them off, she would leave them lying on her dresser in her bedroom and I would rarely miss an opportunity to "borrow" them to masturbate with. I would always be careful to not leave any tell tale signs and return them where I found them.

I started collecting nylons around that time and had quite a stash that I tried to hide in my bedroom. She found my stash a couple of times and was somewhat non-confrontational and more curious about why I had them. I tried to lie and would make up stories about using them to make fiberglass molds for my slot car bodies but I could tell she wasn't buying it.

One time she told me father about it and he confronted me alone after he picked me up from little league practice. He said something like "your mother found more g*d damned stockin's in your room. I don't know what the hell you're doing but you better stop it!" That was devastating and embarrassing as could be. Thus began the life long conflict of arousal, shame and uncertainty about why I had this compulsion. I couldn't stop so I just found better hiding places.

Every so often I would become infuriated with this obsession so I would take my entire stash, save for one pair for masturbation and throw them in the trash. Then the cycle would eventually begin again and got more and more intense. I got more and more brazen in the ways I would acquire nylons. Those were the days when people did not lock their doors when they left their homes or if they did, they would leave a window (with a screen) open. As a young teen I would find just the right opportunities to hop a fence to retrieve a baseball in a backyard and gain easy entrance into the bedroom of an attractive neighbor woman who I knew wore nylons daily. I pinched many a pair of ultra sheer cinnamon colored stockings to add to my collection. I was horrified the day my mother told me that our next door neighbor was certain someone entered her bedroom and stole all her stockings. I was terrified I would be caught but I never was.

Fast forward to high school where I eventually met my first love, a sweet young girl a year my junior. I eventually managed to must up the courage to tell her about my love of nylons when we were making out in the back of a car one weekend night. She was not shocked or put off and was almost immediately ready to indulge my desire to see her wearing nylons regularly. We stayed together for about 7 years and all during that time that lovely girl fed my fetish and taught me everything I ever wanted to know about nylons, especially stockings which she also regularly wore.

There's a lot more to tell but this is not the Great American Novel so I will close here by simply saying my fetish has been both a source of great pain and shame as well as the most mind blowing ecstatic sexual experiences ever. I've been married (second time) for nearly 12 years to yet another incredible woman who immediately accepted my fetish and has indulged me pretty much every single day except in extreme heat or when we're at the beach.

I am most grateful to ALL the women whom I have crossed paths with during my life who have given me the gift of wearing sheer nylon hosiery whether for one night or for years. I am glad to have found this website and to share my story with yours. Thanks for reading this.

Phwguy | 2014-01-10
Profile Image I am a male in my mid 50's. When a relative on Dad's side of the family had to go to the hospital, I couldn't be allowed in the Intensive Care unit. So my teen-aged cousin was in charge of me till my folks got back home from Los Angeles. We lived in Oceanside Ca, more than an hour south of Los Angeles. 1968 was popular with Pro Wrestling and females were featured regularly on the KTLA channel. My cuz and I were watching a show that Saturday. She wore suntan hose and a short skirt. She kicked her heels off and relaxed on the sofa while I sat on the floor with my back against the lower half of it. During the show I could hear her feet rubbing the nylon and it sounded good to me. Well, the ladies came on and that was getting good. One lady got the other into a headscissor. I said "Oh man, that is so easy to get out of! She is so fake!" Well, my cousin, a real loudmouth brunette with large brown eyes and slim figure, said "Oh yeah? Let's see you try" So she dropped a leg over my head and while laying sideways, wrapped a leg around my neck and squeezed. I was shocked at first and intrigued at the way her legs felt. My hands were all over her legs trying to escape. She squeezed tighter until I gave in. After that, she sat behind my head and wrapped her legs around my neck and held me there, not too tight while we watched the rest of the show. After that, she asked If I wanted to wrestle some more. I agreed, but our wrestling only consisted of her wrapping her legs around my neck in different positions while her face went red and she finally wanted to stop. After that, we would sneak away whenever we could so she could squeeze my head and sit on my face while she wore pantyhose and sometimes her black tights. I enjoyed this every time we met, and as she got closer to graduation from High School, She brought pantyhose for me so we could both wrestle like the ladies on television. This went on for quite some time and sometimes we didnt wear undies, which made it all the more fun. We got to the point that we would not even go thru the pretense of wrestling and just get into a 69, wrap our legs around each other's face, and grind away or just talk about school, friends, family while in this position and I would rub my hands around her legs and butt. She made real good use of my chin in this position. Her hose use to come up to my chest at the time. Well, she moved on to college and married. We never wrestled in pantyhose again. We talk about it but no more matches. When entered Junior High School I made friends with a tall Samoan girl. The guys and girls were afraid of her. She was beautiful, husky, not fat, thick beautiful legs and sometimes we wrestled in pantyhose when I got to know her real good. I never won any matches against her and I loved losing to her.

Sylkenmist | 2013-12-23 | Comments (2)
Profile Image Hi, wow I'm kind of nervous to do this, but here goes. First I am all girl, so I guess I'm a minority here, but that's okay.
I found this site by accident but it seemed interesting.
I first wore pantyhose when I was like 12 or so for my cousins wedding, before that I'd mostly worn like thick,tights with my school,uniform which I found itchy, constricting and uncomfortable, but for the wedding I wanted to look pretty and because I was already maturing physically and becoming interested in guys, I went to my mum and asked her to help,me chose a dress and shoes etc.

Mum was thrilled,that her daughter was finally wanting to move away from jeans and pants so she took me shopping. We chose a to that very pretty pale yellow sundress with sort of Lacey White trim at the shoulders and hem which came to about mid thigh, we matched this with my first pair of high heels, we'll wedges, which were about three inches tall with subtle floral patterns on a white background. It was summer, but as I'd never been a beach girl my skin was not particularly tanned and I mentioned to my mum that her legs always seemed tanned though she never went to salons or spent much time at the beach so how could I get that look.

It never occurred to me that she wore pantyhose most of the time, but she suggested I try a pair of light tan sheer pantyhose. They were a brand called Legalong from the local,supermarket. On the day if the wedding I opened the packet and as,my mother had instructed me, rolled each leg up carefully and eased the soft fabric over my toes. By the time I'd pulled the sheer nylon up over my thighs and smoothed them to my waist I was smitten, I literally felt elegant, mature and classy wearing the smooth hose paired with the pretty dress and heels.

Part from the fact that the pantyhose gave my legs a perfect even tone and soft definition, they also seemed to draw the attention of a lot of the guys at the wedding which I was thrilled by. But more than anything else they made me feel impossibly sensual and after a while wearing them I became more than a little aroused.

I'm not saying more than that,,but after that day I began to wear pantyhose to school occasionally and I noticed that on the days I didn't boys paid less attention than on the days I did, so eventually I wore them every day. Mostly nude or suntan shades,,occasionally mocha and sometimes black, but for some reason I liked the look,of the suntan the most.

As I grew older I gave up,wearing panties with them, though I've tried thongs but i always feel most comfortable with just pantyhose under my outfits.

I hope this gives you a little idea about wear my preference for wearing pantyhose came from.

Mikeinhose | 2013-12-08 | Comments (0)
Profile Image Hi i remember my first time wearing pantyhose was in high school grade 10 and went to a halloween party dressed as a secretary my mom helped to and i remember she made me wear pantyhose because it was cold out here in canada so i did and was instantly hooked and wore them off and on anyway a few yrs later after college i came home to get started out for work and lived with mom for awhile and she wore pantyhose almost all the time for work even in the fall when she went for walks with her friend in the parks wow i thought wow then one fall day it was sunny and warm a bit windy and she asks me to go for a walk with her i was already in shorts and t-shirt and she changed to her pantyhose shorts t-shirts and out of nowhere i asked her innocently if pantyhose kept her warm and she said yes the she said to me i should try some i said i did on halloween in high school we both laughed i said i did not mind wearing them and she then went to her room and got a pr of suntan stw sheer energy pantyhose and i wore them ever since now mom knows

Hoselover | 2013-11-30 | Comments (2)
Profile Image Wow! Awesome pantyhose stories, sometimes ever think you're the only guy who loves to wear pantyhose?
I began to notice girls in pantyhose in elementary school but had other things on my mind. Jr. high school most of the girls wore pantyhose, and young teachers in pantyhose I was thrilled, first time really thrilled looking at pantyhosed legs. At fourteen maybe I found a pair of mom's pantyhose and put them on, I didn't know much about pantyhose but the first time I put them on what a rush, I was thrilled with the feel, the way they looked, everything about them. Sometime later I bought a pair of my own pantyhose, every time I put them on I got a raging erection, why did wearing pantyhose.
cause me to have an erection, after a few times the feel of the pantyhose against my erection, I had to masturbate and oh the rush the semen flowing out of my pantyhose but also a feeling of shame. I would get home from school and the first thing I would do was go to the bathroom put on my pantyhose and masturbate, which by now was becoming more and more frequent. Sharing a bedroom with two brothers I was "caught" me wearing pantyhose, end of pantyhose for a long, long time. I remarried after losing my wife to cancer. I met a lovely young lady at church, we did everything together, including talking seriously about marriage, it was at this time I let my, now wife, know I loved pantyhose and more than that loved to wear pantyhose, she was suprised and commented that she didn't see a problem in that. My wife wore pantyhose in the office where she worked, wow that many pair of pantyhose, plenty for her and me though each time I wanted to put on pantyhose, I made sure to ask her first for a pair of her pantyhose, my thought being that way she knew I was wearing her pantyhose, and loving it!! I still get a huge erection when I put on a pair of pantyhose and of course get a little wet, but don't, well almost never, cum in them, I do like to like in bed and stoke my pantyhose clad erection with my finger tips, almost as exciting as cuming in pantyhose, stroking with my finger tips the excitement can last a long, long time unless I get overly excited and soak my pantyhose with warm sticky semen, though most of the time I go to the bathroom and spill my semen in the toilet so as not to get my pantyhose wet and stain them. My fingers and pantyhose are getting a little sticky even now as I am writing.
I am a straight male, confident enough in my masculinity to wear pantyhose, I don't wear women's clothes. I wear my pantyhose under slacks
or blue jeans. I am married, two children (grown) born again Christian.
May sound odd being a born again Christian and wearing pantyhose, but if that's the worst of my vices I think I'm doing ok???

I am a straight heterosexual male; that is not crossdresser etc. I love to wear pantyhose under my jeans, I love the feel of pantyhose on my legs, I wish there were other males like myself who wear pantyhose simply because I like to wear pantyhose I could chat with one on one. I love PSC I do wish along with PSC, is there a personal one on one pantyhose chat, just for guys who love pantyhose to wear pantyhose under their male clothes?

Mouse228 | 2013-10-31 | Comments (0)
Profile Image Well here it goes...my fascination with pantyhose started when I was about 7 or 8 years old. My twin brother and I use to play around my parents room and one day we started going through my moms dresser. We came across her pantyhose drawer and instantly loved the feeling of them. We started trying them on and loved how it felt on our skin. So from time to time we would go in there and strip down and put on pantyhose and rub up on each other. We'd get all hard and it felt great. By the time we were 10 he stopped but I couldn't. Every day I would go in there and wear my moms hose. I even started wearing all her lingerie with her heels. My favorite was white pantyhose with a white lace corset and black heels. I'd put it all on and rub my cock for hours. Around 11-12 years old my mom walked in...

She wasn't mad. She laughed and said it was cute. She even got in lingerie with me...but that's a story for only people who message me...
Anyway, around 15-16 I'd get so turned on by the girls in school wearing tights and hose. I even met a girl who let me rub her legs and feet under the desks. I'd go home every night and still put on my moms stuff and I'd jerk off and cum all over and she'd let me.

I'm 19 now and I've had a blast in hose. I had one gf that would always wear hose and I'd wear a pair of hers too as we fucked like crazy in them. After breaking up she gave me her hose and to this day I wear them whenever I jerk off. Thanks for listening I got plenty more stories just ask!

Laurieinleotards | 2013-10-11 | Comments (1)
Profile Image Well,I am going to assume some of you can relate to my experiences perhaps not,I have a love of Leotards and stockinged feet,it began at a very young age as far back as I can remember I was always dressed in leotards (thick stockings)not pantyhose,when I was young and used to be dragged off to church with my mother,I began to take notice that the children and women would remove their shoes before entering the chapel,I noticed the men did not,so I assumed it was reserved for the women and kids and never questioned it.
Now,as a child growing up in the 60s some mothers were a bit obsessed with weekly bowel habits,you had to go to the bathroom,now bear with me here this is relevant,my mothers day for this was Sundays after church,and had a procedure that very seldom varied,after church and lunch and after dad went to work, mom would be to get things ready for my "treatment" I would be playing or watching TV and when she was ready she would call me into my room,there laid out on the bed would be a pair of her large woolen heavy leotards,I would be told to put them on so she could begin,(like the Borg resistance was futile)I would take off my clothes and don the leotards and sit on the bed and wait for her to begin,first I would be laid over her lap and she would take my temperature (yes that way) she would be in stockinged feet and as I watched them she would tell me to wiggle my toes,she would wiggle hers,after the temperature was taken then it was time for the laxative,1 or 2 bum bullets (suppositories) again I would be told to wiggle my toes as mom did probably to try and relax me,it did work,after awhile I began to associate stockinged feet and leotards with procedures,and on Sundays.
I would begin to fantasize about some of the other kids in church mainly the girls who may have gone through the same thing I know I would get tingly when in church a girl or woman would wiggle their stockinged toes I would conjurer up images in my mind of them getting the treatment.
It was normal back then for moms to do that,so i thought nothing of it. And I did talk to some of my church mates who did indeed tell me of similar experiences, we never gave it a second thought but I was hooked now.anytime I saw stockinged feet I would get a mental picture.
The other thing that mom used to do was to point out women who were in stockinged feet,ie window dressers(remember them) the ladies who used to change the clothes on the mannequins in the store windows,they always did so in stockinged feet! mom would point them out and have me go up to the window and tickle at there feet,they would laugh and wiggle there stockinged toes in fake laughter, but what did I know,I was a kid,but it stuck with me,at the doctors and dentists the women almost always were in stockinged feet in the waiting rooms,(another bonus) and then there was TV now there wasn't much to watch in the 60s, but mom ever diligent would when she saw it point it out to me, probably why I love magic illusions to this day, the old yoga programs were also all done by ladies in leotards similar to hat I had to wear,and by that time did.
being an only child I think and thank my mother who has passed on for one of the greatest things she could have ever given a child as far as Im concerned.
And that's my story, dont judge me to harshly it was the 60s and a wonderful time to grow up, Rest easy mom miss you and love you.
So if you see me hear after reading this you will know where and why I got the gene lol see you all soon thanks for reading this it is true



Cloudwalker39 | 2013-10-01 | Comments (0)
Profile Image I was 8 when my sis ter dressed me in her pantyhose. It was the first for me as far as pantyhose go. Much earlier , I suppose maybe as young as 4 , my mother would let me and my brother play with her used knee high nylons. I think it was then that the seed of nylon fetishdom began to grow in me. I distinctly remember seeing my cousin wearing new patent leather flats when I was 5. I wanted to wear them so bad. From those early experiences til now nylon has not been far from my mind. Over the years I have tried panties and bras but they just dont do what nylon does.
As soon as I could I be trying to aquire nylon anyway I could. I remember at nine or ten stealing a couple pair of my sisters socks. They were not nylons but were some blend of materials that made them stretchy and soft. Not nylon but as close as I could come. The numbers of pairs and the methods of aquiring thenm are really to great to recall them all.
Our house was cold and I was often allowed in the winter time to sleep in a sleeping bad. That sleeping bag was my pantyhose haven. They felt so wonderfull sliding around in that bag. Countless nights I slept in them. And still do. My mother and sister never had expensive hose so I never got to try ones with true quality. To this day I prefer a plain pair of day sheer hose to the various "silky" styles I have tried.
In my earliest years the hose were not a sexual thing for me. They just fealt so dang good. They were my refuge from life and my mind obliterating high. It wasn't until I was 15 that I had my first orgasm. For a couple years I have been getting a hardon each time I wore them. Precum would flow in streams. It was wonderful. I remember one night lying in bed and wondering what jacking off fealt like. I really had no idea and did not know how to do it. So I , while wearing hose, grabbed hold of my cock and mimiced the motion I had seen the other boys using to acuse each other of jerking off. Up and down I went. My that fealt good. Faster . Harder. Then WOW !....That first orgasm producd so much semen it was as if someone had thrown cups full of it all over me. It was then I figured out to wear a pair and then jack off in another to keep the spewing under control.
Unfortunately I stole all my nylon til I was 18 when I first got the nerve to start buying my own. Crap that was scary. I am 48 now. Married. She knows and is indifferent. I am sure my 14 YO son knows but has never said anything. Wearing is predominately private for me. I wear them nearly every day. Jack off in them too.
There was aperiod of time that I wore them in public as much as possible. Drive to another town stop at fast food place and put on a pair under a pair of shorts. Wore sandals. Go in a walmart , kmart , mall etc and shop for more. Take the ones I bought to a restroom in the store and wear them out under my shorts. Go in with one shade and wear out another. I can not even begin to describe how erotic this was. Back in the car and on the way home The shorts came off and It was just the hose and sandals from the waist down. Those public pantyhose wearing sessions produced some of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. Stroking away there in the car , vents open , windows down with the air flowing all over my hose, Pow! Let the cum flow !
Well thats my pantyhose life in a nut shell. There is simply too much to write about and too little time and space. There have been purges and restocks and those oh so near misses where I was almost caught by the wrong person. I will end with this story then I will sign off.
Once I was wearing a tan pair of sheer hose under a pair of shorts that did not make it all the way to my knees. I was in a local store shopping for hose and ladies shoes. I experimented with shoes but never persued then like nylon. Any way as I was making my way through the ladies section with my hose choice I ran smack dab into a lady I worked with and taalked about church with. We chatted a bit and went our way. She never glanced down the whole time. If she had she would have seen both the hose I was wearing and the ones I intended to purchase !!.....

Nylonerik24 | 2013-09-30
Profile Image 6-7 yo i was i find the plesure of pantyhose.i remember mom and cusins ,ants had it on all the time ,i was hiding under the table ,or played with cars or starwars figures:)
i love silky feet and reinforcd toes!!!!!
i remember i was feeling my cussins feet (she was 6 yo older )
and she let me do it ,she think it was just funny,i remember i not allways juse my hand lol med she dosent know,she moved her toes some times and i felt something nive all over my body,and my thing lol
to be under the table and the girls dont know mmm i love that feeling,i did do this till i was 16 yo when they dident see me i go under the table,but noe i not have the guts to do it.
any done same? to be under the table and the girls dont know or just let you do the play?or not just only hands but some thing else :))))))and the girls dident know that :)
i an new here and my english isent the best
best regards erik the viking:)

Mitchmontana1 | 2013-09-22 | Comments (0)
Profile Image i first started to wear tights back when i was 13/14 (am 41 now). i started with my mums but soon realised i didn't feel right wearing hers. our next door neighbour was 8 years older than me and her and husband were really nice couple and her and my mum became good friends. she was very tall and not really slim but not fat either but had a good figure. i had a teen attraction to her and she used to wear stockings and tights a lot (although mainly stockings i realised). one day i looked out my bedroom window and saw her hanging washing out then when i looked a while later there were 3 pairs of stockings! my heart was beating fast and i decided to go down to the backs and take them! i took 2 pairs and was hoping no one saw me (no one did thankfully) and that was first time that i stole nylons! they were patterned ones and were mixed up black ones with dots on them. next day her and my mum were in my house talking and i was sitting at table doing my homework and she told my mum that someone had taken 2 pairs of her stockings! i thought she suspected me but never said anything (i met her last year after seeing her on social network and i confessed and she said she never realised it was me but had wondered what had happened to them! however thats another true story about what happened next!). another time her and her husband were going on holiday for long weekend and gave my mum key to check on their house so i asked if i could use their phone when they were away and got key from my mum and had rummage in her drawer and she had loads of stockings and tights! so i took 2 pairs of them hoping she wouldn't miss them. over the years i've been lucky enough to acquire tights and panties and stockings from lots of females underwear drawers and from washing lines when i've seen the female who has hung them out. now i'm an open crossdresser and i buy things from females who sell clothes on local buying sites so i've not taken any for a couple years now but i used to love the thrill of taking tights from washing lines then wondering what the female thought when she saw they were gone. i've also looked after a close females house and female cousins house when they went on holiday and had fun wearing all their tights and panties and negligees and usually taking some of them with me :)

Tightsinmarbella | 2013-09-21 | Comments (3)
Profile Image Well It all started as A teen I guess, tried on mums tightss secretly I just loved the feel and sheen what a great feeling...
through the my twentys I got married and ocasional induldged but nothing major and nobody new... then got devorcied and started again, always the same black sheer to waist 40D or 30...then I had a girlfiend who turned nasty on me, she had no iadea about tights fetish with me, cutting a long story short we end up in seperate rooms , her upstairs me down, One night I put on a pair, and fell asleep...do I regret that next day she was shouting screaming at me pervert and proceeded to tell people.. naturally I moved out..about 6 months later I meet another girl who new me and the x she also heard the story, didnt seam to bother her 4 years later I told her about my love of tights, wow totally has gone with it lets me buy the tights and we share ..our ultimate secret...
The sex is great I love her she loves me and we love tights together... wow

Gramps1201 | 2013-09-01 | Comments (7)
Profile Image I don't know about other guys but mine is born in my childhood, i'm sure. When I was a mere child, my mother and her friends would hold my hands and let me straddle their stockinged leg (playing a riding horse game). They would lift their leg and I would slide up and down. Then when I would be playing on the floor they would slip their shoes off and rub their stockinged foot all over me, sometimes on my face too. (that must be why I get sooo hard from the scent of well worn stockings).NOTE, pantyhose had not come on the market yet. So as I grew older, say 5-8, I would sneak in my mothers or sisters or friends mom's stocking drawer to see what the scent was, as I wasn't getting any of these smells anymore and would get this good feeling over my whole body, especially between my legs, with every wiff. So I discovered as I started to experience my first ejaculations, that they were much more pleasurable and longer while smelling these stockings.
So to this day, just the thought of a wiff of a stockinged foot, sends a chill down my spine and a rise in my levis'.
I have found that this scent can also come from pantyhose, when worn in leather shoes and are unusually arousing when they are of the reinforced toe variety. The thicker area seems to multiply the scent and thus the arousal.
I am a straight guy, 67 year old and anymore, only seem to have my fading memories to enjoy.
Hope this stirs the juices of some, as I have found that I am not alone in my joy of the scent of a stocking clad foot.


JohnInTights | 2013-08-15 | Comments (0)
Profile Image I was 12 (I am now 55) when I first tried on a pair of pantyhose. I was in a play with 3 other boys and 3 girls, and in one of the scenes we had to wear pantyhose with shorts. I cannot remember exactly why we had to do this! There was a couple of small dressing rooms behind the stage, and I was handed the pantyhose to put on. The two other boys seemed to have no problems in doing this and left the dressing room, but I was left there trying to figure the process out, much to the amusement of one of the girls. Eventually she decided to show me, and stretched out and opened up one leg of the pantyhose and thrust in my left foot. I remember that that the pantyhose were very dark tan in color with a reinforced toe and a tight panty panel. Then she helped me pull the pantyhose up, which got me very excited. I was wearing white underpants, but she could clearly see the outline of my erection. I remember her gasping a little as she noticed what had just happened, and she got a little more serious as she put my foot into the other legs pulled up the pantyhose over my waist. I remember that the pantyhose felt really good on me! At this point I felt a little embarrassed and so I reached over for the shorts I had to wear. As I did that she was looking intently at the bulge in the front of the pantyhose reached down and gently cupped her hand over my balls and erection, lingering for there just a few seconds. It didn't take long as I felt like I was going too pee then I thought I was going to faint with pleasure as a felt myself ejaculate with three short spurts into my underpants. She jumped back as I gasped, and I think she thought she had hurt me. I had not learned to masturbate properly yet, and I'm not sure that either of us knew exactly what had just happened, but I quickly put on my shorts and shirt and we ran out to join the others. After the play I went to the restroom and pulled off the pantyhose, which were still wet with my cum, stuffing them into my gym bag with my other clothes. I also remember later that evening trying on the pantyhose again, this time without underpants, and standing admiring myself and the pantyhose in a full-length mirror. I could not believe how nice they felt on me! As I stood there, my hands went naturally to my hard penis and I found myself rubbing the sensitive head between my fingers, slowly at first, then tightly holding my entire penis in my hand, jerking it back and forth, and then masturbating furiously in the pantyhose as the sensations became overwhelming. All this took about 45 seconds before I saw myself ejaculating into the front of the pantyhose with a single huge gob of thick white cum, followed by several short spurts. I remember collapsing on the bed, completely breathless at what had just happened. Needless to say, that was the start of my fetish for pantyhose, which continues to this day!

Pantyhosequeer | 2013-08-14
Profile Image With the passing of time and being one who has lived several lifetimes in a short span, i may not remember every detail perfectly but i will tell what i can recall. My story is a bit different than most in the fact i'm gay. I don't pretend to hide what i am which i think a lot of guys on this site do. Internet aside, there is only 3 males who know of my queer sissy side and i had relationships with 2 of them (Gregory and Josh). I will gladly tell those stories if members are interested. This is how i got started and how i came to realize i was no longer straight.

I was 10 and my best friend Bobby who lived one house away was 11. I was an only child and my mom tells me Bobby and i were inseperable. I remember looking up at him as an older brother, we always played together and spent time with one another as little boys do. This was around the mid 1980's. He had a bedroom in the basement and it was pretty secluded from the rest of the house. We spend a lot of time in his room playing with star wars figures.

One typical day of playing with the action figures, he asked me if i had ever kissed a girl, i said no and before i knew what really happened, he came over and kissed me... on the lips no less. I was taken aback to say the least. I sat there stunned, thinking "why did he do that" and being somewhat sick at the same time. I was unforunately somewhat excited as well. A lot of things were going through my head in a short amount of time. I believe i asked why he did it and he said he wanted to kiss a girl but was too nervous so he decided to try kissing on me.

I was confused to say the least. I went home that night and just remember my emotions running wild. When i got a grip on them, i unfortunately realized i was excited and wanted to kiss him. Next day, he acted like nothing happened. At some point we were down in his room again. He closed the door and when he turned around, i was right there and kissed him on the lips. I was excited and so was he. We laid on his bed and just held each other and kissed for awhile. Nothing sexual, had no idea what sex was and i'm pretty sure he did not either.

It progressed from there, when we were alone, we kissed a lot. Eventually we both got the nerve to get naked and just feel around. If your waiting for something more sexual to happen, it didn't with Bobby, i discovered love and sex with Gregory in my teen years.

Bobby had 1 older and 1 younger sister. He one day surprised me by getting naked and putting on some of his sisters clothes... pink tights and a pink leotard. I was overwhelmed and remember having a boner for quite awhile. He laid in bed and i just couldn't help but hold him and feel every part of him. So like a lot of young boys do who get turned on by legwear, i started taking my mom's pantyhose and tights. I would wear them in his room with whatever of his sisters clothes he could steal briefly. We would dress up and either lay in his bed or get into a sleeping bag together. I remember just feeling one another, kissing kinda fondling each other. Everytime i put on hose or tights, i was rock hard. It still excites me as much today as it did then.

I was always a bit concerned we might get caught but his parents would call down from upstairs. Thankfully they were not the nosey type, that could of been a disaster. My mom did mention once and not to me directly that she was missing some pairs of hose plus several pairs of tights and if i had seen them. I said no and asked what they were dumbfoundly. She never suspected and i've never given her reason too.

About a year later we moved out of the city and into the suburbs. I never had contact with Bobby after that. Even though we didn't do anything sexual other than what i described, i was attracted to boys and i wished i wasn't. I was interested in girls up to the day we first kissed. I hold no blame against him, but i've spent everyday of my life since wondering what might of been if that didn't happen. I have no attraction to women at all but in "my opinion", you can't get a good womans love from a guy.

Whats ironic about all this is i'm the one who turned in the gay queer and Bobby went on to marry later in life and have two kids. I contacted one of his sisters several years back on Facebook and got the news. I've thought about contacting him but what would be the point. He moved on with life and i was forever changed.

The only boy i ever truely loved was Gregory who found me when i needed someone the most. I would be glad to tell you about him and i if there is enough people interested. And yes... pantyhose, tights and all kinds of crossdressing made it into our relationship.
Hope you enjoyed my first experience and sorry if it was a bit long.

Pantyhosequeer | 2013-08-14
Profile Image With the passing of time and being one who has lived several lifetimes in a short span, i may not remember every detail perfectly but i will tell what i can recall. My story is a bit different than most in the fact i'm gay. I don't pretend to hide what i am which i think a lot of guys on this site do. Internet aside, there is only 3 guys who know of my queer sissy side and i had relations with 2 of them. I will gladly tell those stories if members are interested. This is how i got started and how i came to realize i was no longer straight.

I was 10 and my best friend Bobby who lived one house away was 11. I was an only child and my mom tells me Bobby and i were inseperable. I remember looking up at him as an older brother, we always played together and spent time with one another as little boys do. This was around the mid 1980's. He had a bedroom in the basement and it was pretty secluded from the rest of the house. We spend a lot of time in his room playing with star wars figures.

One typical day of playing with the action figures, he asked me if i had ever kissed a girl, i said no and before i knew what really happened, he came over and kissed me... on the lips no less. I was taken aback to say the least. I sat there stunned, thinking "why did he do that" and being somewhat sick at the same time. I was unforunately somewhat excited as well. A lot of things were going through my head in a short amount of time. I believe i asked why he did it and he said he wanted to kiss a girl but was too nervous so he decided to try kissing on me.

I was confused to say the least. I went home that night and just remember my emotions running wild. When i got a grip on them, i unfortunately realized i was excited and wanted to kiss him. Next day, he acted like nothing happened. At some point we were down in his room again. He closed the door and when he turned around, i was right there and kissed him on the lips. I was excited and so was he. We laid on his bed and just held each other and kissed for awhile. Nothing sexual, had no idea what sex was and i'm pretty sure he did not either.

It progressed from there, when we were alone, we kissed a lot. Eventually we both got the nerve to get naked and just feel around. If your waiting for something more sexual to happen, it didn't with Bobby, i discovered love and sex with Gregory in my teen years.

Bobby had 1 older and 1 younger sister. He one day surprised me by getting naked and putting on some of his sisters clothes... pink tights and a pink leotard. I was overwhelmed and remember having a boner for quite awhile. He laid in bed and i just couldn't help but hold him and feel every part of him. So like a lot of young boys do who get turned on by legwear, i started taking my mom's pantyhose and tights. I would wear them in his room with whatever of his sisters clothes he could steal briefly. We would dress up and either lay in his bed or get into a sleeping bag together. I remember just feeling one another, kissing kinda fondling each other. Everytime i put on hose or tights, i was rock hard. It still excites me as much today as it did then.

I was always a bit concerned we might get caught but his parents would call down from upstairs. Thankfully they were not the nosey type, that could of been a disaster. My mom did mention once and not to me directly that she was missing some pairs of hose plus several pairs of tights and if i had seen them. I said no and asked what they were dumbfoundly. She never suspected and i've never given her reason too.

About a year later we moved out of the city and into the suburbs. I never had contact with Bobby after that. Even though we didn't do anything sexual other than what i described, i was attracted to boys and i wished i wasn't. I was interested in girls up to the day we first kissed. I hold no blame against him, but i've spent everyday of my life since wondering what might of been if that didn't happen. I have no attraction to women at all but in "my opinion", you can't get a good womans love from a guy.

Whats ironic about all this is i'm the one who turned in the gay queer and Bobby went on to marry later in life and have two kids. I contacted one of his sisters several years back on Facebook and got the news. I've thought about contacting him but what would be the point. He moved on with life and i was forever changed.

The only boy i ever truely loved was Gregory who found me when i needed someone the most. I would be glad to tell you about him and i if there is enough people interested. And yes... pantyhose, tights and all kinds of crossdressing made it into our relationship.
Hope you enjoyed my first experience and sorry if it was a bit long.

Luvsnylons08 | 2013-08-07 | Comments (0)
Profile Image I'm a straight male rapidly approaching my 59th birthday. My first memory of enjoying the feel of nylons was when I was 4 years old and was feeling them on my mother's legs after coming home from either the store or church. I really can't recall just what the occasion was but my mom almost always wore stockings. At the time nobody thought much of it but I loved the silky feel of her nylons. Having 2 older sisters added to the number of stockings that were to be seen.

One sister that's 7 years older than me almost caught me wearing stockings while I was watching TV in bed. Apparently she heard my TV and came and got in bed with me. I was so scared I might get caught but I managed to slip them off without her noticing, or at least she never let on that she noticed. There was another time she was laying on the sofa and I sat down at the end where her feet were. I was only wearing my tightie whities and my sister was wearing stockings. She thought it would be fun to put her feet on my thigh and move her feet really fast, kind of tickling me. It did tickle but I was enjoying feeling her nylon encased feet on my leg and sort of trying to get her to stop by wrapping my arm around her calves. This went on for a few minutes till my dad got mad because the noise was interfering with him watching TV.

This was about the same time in the 6th grade that I started noticing some of the girls wearing hose. In junior high the stockings became more prevalent with most girls wearing them. Senior high was more stockings and eventually pantyhose with the shorter skirts and dresses. Even though I was getting to see lots of nylon covered legs and feet, I wasn't getting to feel them. By this time, I had a small collection of stockings and was masturbating while wearing them fairly often.

I married my first wife shortly after high school and she didn't care about wearing pantyhose. I did get her to wear a few times for sex. That marriage only lasted about 3 1/2 years. My current wife of nearly 37 years knows of my affection for pantyhose and would wear during sex. I have a very large collection of pantyhose now and she knows about some of it. A lot of what I have, I had bought for models to wear for me to photograph. I have some really good photos of some very pretty models wearing pantyhose. The models didn't have any qualms about wearing them.

I think I've rambled on about my pantyhose/stocking fetish enough. I do still wear pantyhose under my pants and have even worn them with shorts in front of my wife (I don't think she noticed).

Massintruder | 2013-07-12 | Comments (0)
Profile Image Wearing pantyhose and a skirt in public.
A little about me. I am a non-passable CD 53 years old.
I wear pantyhose just about every day unless it is extremely
hot out. I have been wearing nylons since I was 5 or 6
and like many others I snuck into my moms bedroom
and raided her pantyhose draw. Luckily I was never caught
but it came close a few times.
I have a standing monthly appointment with one of my doctors
for refills on my medicine. The doctors office is several towns
away and it takes about 45 min to an hour to get there.
I was working from home this particular day so I was dressed
in Silkies Total Leg Control Taupe pantyhose and a brown
skirt that rested just above the knee, a womans green T-shirt
and womens sandals. My toes were painted red, my fingernails copper sparkles
and my favorite earrings.
I decided to venture to the doctors office
dressed as I was.
I left the house at 4pm for a 5 oclock appointment. I was a little
self-concious as I left my house with my skirt swishing against
my nylons. Immediately a gentleman walking up the other side of
the street crossed to my side and was walking directly torward me.
It seems he was getting in the car parked in front of mine and
he just smiled as he saw me. Pretty uneventful.
I got in my car and headed to what I thought was a 5pm Dr appointment.
When I arrived at the office I was shocked to see another patient in the waiting room.
He looked at me but said nothing. The Dr came out and told me my appointment
was at 6 today not 5 so I told hime I would take off for an hour.
I went back out to the car and headed to a liquor store to get
a couple of nips of Bacardi and some coca cola. I was able to park right
by the front door of the liquor store and as I got out of the car a gentleman
held open the door of the store for me. Made my purchase and went back to the Dr's
office parking lot. At 6 I headed in the office and no mention of how I was dressed.
I arrived home with no issues. When the wife came home she suggested we go down
to Walgreens to get my prescription. Off we go to the local drug store dressed as
I was. When we got to the parking lot there was a car load of teenage girls
I had to walk by. No comments, we entered the store and a few people glanced
but no one downright stared. On the way home we stopped at an ice cream stand
for slush and again not the slightest look.
Very enjoyable and a non -event


Mark73 | 2013-07-11 | Comments (0)
Profile Image As a toddler I remember a clear image in my head of noticing my mothers legs in shoes and a skirt. The leg from heel too above knee skirt line in nylon. I was fascinated by this tan skin covering that clung to her legs. I wanted to know what that was like!

At junior school I was aware of being jealous of the girls in their green leotards in PE. I do remember having a growing love of legs in hose and leos. The TV was a wash with kids programs of women who had tighted legs or sexy clingy outfits what with Erin out of Buck Rogers and Daisy Duke. I recall a play at the school one year when I got very hard and wet aged about 8 or 9 at the sight of a boy dressed in green tights and matching leotard dancing around. I was a shepherd and so I had to hide my excitement in my robe. I wanted his outfit more than anything. The next year we were called to the hall to find our medieval outfit included long woollen tights and robe made from a woman's 70's top with hood. I was embarrassed but enjoyed the experience. But these tights were not the nylon I craved, how could I last.

Secondary school and the mid 80's and a few girls in short skirt and tights. I could now follow through and my chemicals had changed, I was fully driven and sexually charged to try stuff out. By 13 I couldn't contain my excitement any longer and tried my mothers tan tights on. As the common story line goes, I use to wear my mum's and sister's tights when they were out shopping. I felt really guilty at first but then carried on, couldn't wait for any opportunity and enjoyed every bit of clothing I could squeeze myself into. I am taller than them, and so even at that age. I did struggle to get much enjoyment for long out of their clothes. My sister had some skirts and dressers and I think a bathing costume.

When I was about 23 there an event that allowed me to buy tights myself without feeling to self conscious. It was a large annual event where Uni boys dress as girls and girls dressed a bit more sane ganerally. It doesn't happen any more before you ask! I loved my short black night dress with fishnets and crafty use of ordinary tans as second leg layer and arm covers. My make up was freaky and my friend was a bit taken aback. He though god he has turn. I did put my heart in to it, apart from cycling it is the only time I wear women's pantyhose out the house in public. We got mocked walking in to town and it was cold, the properties of warmth from tights helped a bit! I enjoyed the show of many outfits and wished I was dressed more like some lads who were fully made up in nice dresses by girl friends. I saw some nice legs and wondered if my mild interest in drag queens and lady boys started there... no sure it didn't but can't help loving an attractive leg complete to the top in nylon!

Now I was hooked into the odd visit too the shops and buying my own tights and loved the rush. In the last 5 years I buy by internet.

I had a Lilly Savage outfit once I didn't wear to a fancy dress. Now I might have been the only man camping it up so I was scared as hell! Still I longed for the tights, annoyingly my mother got the bag of clothes I bought and used the tights and threw the other bits. She never even asked!

So here I am today in that mood where I had to put on my tights with shorts on. Its a rarer nice day here in the UK. I sat in the garden having breakfast and coffee knowing I could be seen from at least 3 neighbours if I'd been unfortunate. But my tights felt great in fresh air and felt better when I ran my hand over them. I got excited and felt I should share my story. I dropped my shorts and took my top off in the bedroom. I've changed in to my snug turtle neck black leotard. I love my tights best with a leo. My other favourite combination is a pair of skin tight white jodhpurs with long leather riding boots. Loved the riding look since an early age.

I'm straight but enjoy the femininity of talking about the sensuality and sexuality of tights or pantyhose. I like the escape and sexual freedom. But we all know we shouldn't have to explain this and justify it! I think there is a bit more openness about tights for men in the US?

PittsburghGuy | 2013-06-21 | Comments (1)
Profile Image I wanted to share this story with everyone. I am 51 years old (married), but currently dating a 30 year old black girl (Tika). The only person that knows about this is a girl I used to work with (Asia). We have become very close, and I am able to share my private life with her.

So on a day I was supposed to go out with Asia, she cancels at the last minute. So I text Tika & she decides she wants to go on a date. Now, I wear hose as much as I can. Usually just at home, or under pants when I am out. The only time I've wore hose out in public was during Halloween. Never on a normal day. Well, Tika knows about my fetish, and dares me to wear them on our date. She wants me to wear a dark pair of hose under my shorts, but I told her not a chance for my first time. I shop in the afternoon, and find a pair of sheer hose that closely match my skin tone. My anxiety is very high throughout the day. I take a shower and trim the hair on my legs. I only shave them in the winter. I put on the pantyhose, so far so good. Pick out a pair of shorts, a shirt, and quarter length socks. I send Asia a pic. She says I look good, especially my "girly legs". I let Tika know I'm ready for our date. I try to talk her into going to see a movie. But she has different plans. First dinner at a restaurant, then a surprise.

I pick her up around 7:00. She opens the door, gives me a kiss, all the while rubbing my legs to see if I wore hose. She tells me she is disappointed that I wouldn't go darker, but she understands and is very happy I am giving it a try. We get in the car, and while I am driving, Tika can't keep her hands off my legs. I thought I was going to explode right there. Thank god they were not control top.

We end up eating at Applebee's. Tia made sure we sat at a table rather than a booth. She like that i was exposed more. I don't remember what I ate, but I made sure to drink several beers to calm me down. The waitress that served us never said anything, but she knew I was wearing pantyhose. When she was taking our order she dropped her pen and "accidentally" touches my leg. She doesn't say anything, but she gives me a smile. She goes back to her station, and while she is talking to the other servers, they keep looking in our direction. I'm beginning to feel uncomfortable. The other servers occasionally walk by, even though we are not seated in their sections, looking down at my legs and again giving my smiles.

After I pay the check, and of course give the waitress a big tip, we get into the car. This is when Tika asks if I'm ready for my surprise. As if I'm not anxious enough, I say sure. Again she rubs my leg, working her way up my thigh. Reaches under my shorts and give me a nice squeeze. I almost cum right there. I'm thinking my surprise is either a hand job or blow job, in the car wearing the hose. But she let's go of my cock and tells me to start driving. Where are we going. We head over the bridge, turn right about a mile down the road she tell me to turn in here. Are you serious? Yep. We are in the parking lot of Silky's strip club. This night is getting better.

We go in and pick a spot close to the stage. I'm enjoying the dancers, all the while Tika is giving my legs attention. After about 30 minutes, I'm so excited I'm ready to leave and finish the night with her. When I ask her that I want to go back to her place, she says not yet. You still have to get your surprise. She grabs one of the dancers by her arm, whispers something in her ear. The dancer motions over to me to follow her. Tika just bought me a private dance!

The girl starts her dance as they normally do, slow and sweet. At one point she places her hands on each legs to get closer. I don't think she noticed at first, but after a few seconds of rubbing my knees I could tell she felt something different. She stands up, reaches down, and fully starts to feel my legs. She gives my a huge smile, tells me what a turn on it is. I look over at Tika, and she is enjoying my reaction.

I get about 4 more dances. I don't know how many Tika paid for, but I'm sure a couple f them were free. My favorite dance was from a girl wearing only stockings. She was constantly rubbing her legs against mine.

After we left, I drove as fast as I could to get to Tika's place. I can only say last night was some of the best sex I have ever had.

Tika still wants me to go out wearing darker colored hose. But I still have reservations. I do know I will be spending a lot more time out in sheer hose.

BMysterious80 | 2013-05-24
Profile Image I'm a 32-year-old male. My fascination with pantyhose started when I was 12. Occasionally, in the middle of the night, I would take a pair of pantyhose secretly from my mom's drawer, wear them for an hour or two, and then put them back. I would also do it when my mom was at work. I liked the feeling of arousal that they gave me. I have not worn pantyhose since I was 17 but I still continue to have fascination with young, hot women in pantyhose.

There were a few very fascinating occurrences that happened when I was 25. While looking for work, I visited a staffing agency which then had a dress code that required all female employees to wear pantyhose. And most of their employees there were attractive women in their 20s. I remember my initial interview and profile review very well. It was with a recruiter named Erica. While Erica was reviewing my profile, I took every chance I could to look at her legs (while she wasn't looking directly at me, of course). Luckily, I didn't get caught, but it was hard to resist. To add more to this, I was also having a huge erection but I somehow managed to focus on the main issue-my job search. Another time when I visited this agency, I was brushing up on my computer skills because there was free computer training available for registered members. There was a sexy lady at the reception desk, Jennifer, who refereed me to the person whose responsibility was to log me into the training system, Amanda. Both ladies were young and dressed in black hose and their legs were soooo sexy. While doing computer training, I had another huge erection, again. Both Amanda and Jennifer were objects of my fascination. Being focused on training was hard but I managed to avoid being embarrassed again.

Since then, I managed not to get huge erections and I have controlled my urges a little better. Nonetheless, sexy women in pantyhose still continue to be a very large fascination for me and will probably always be.

Aes92000 | 2013-05-15 | Comments (2)
Profile Image hello all, the following is not meant to disturb anyone or anything of that nature but only to make aware that life happens and that you should go on.

i have been in love with hosiery since age 5 when it first kissed my life and have enjoyed it ever since. it has not been an easy road being such a differnet kind of relationship from the start. i LOVE hosiery and everything it is and has to offer but i, like so many others, can not openly admit it. i wear everyday and look forward to it after a long day at work.

i tried to be open with an ex-girlfriend of 7 years only to have it literally kick in my face. after i confessed to her, she could only ask "WHY". after a few days, a few of 'our friends' got together for a lake party. after a few hours i was soon in a fight for my life with 3 other guys. they used me for a stress relief ball in many ways only to leave me lying there half dead with broken ribs, fracture arm, displaced jaw and much more.
my parents found my stash when i was a teenager and after that more or less dis-owned me.
i have been married for 20 years now nad my wife does know about my lifestyle, finding out by accident. she accepts it but i am still alone in the dark. i want so much to converse with others alike but i have to be very careful for her knowing. even if i could somehow meet people just to talk and share things. i have tried before and she thought i was having an online affair. it is very hard to live they style you want when the majority of people will not let you. i know that i am not alone but it doesnt help knowing you can communicate with them either.
i have joined other sites and can say i did not feel like they were the 'real thing'. i can see by the pictures and stories here that this could be my place, even though i still have to hide doing it.

i say not to be ashamed but embrace it. if women can wear men's clothes and be sexy, why are we considered scum??? men used to wear tights in the earlier centuries and still do in certain parts of the world. when i wear, i do not hurt anyone so why is it wrong???

a big "Hello" to all the other members like me and don't give up.

Pantyhosebuilder | 2013-05-05
Profile Image I'm 57 now and have been wearing pantyhose since I was very young. I can honestly say that in the many years I've been wearing them there have been very few days where I have not worn them. I've slept in pantyhose for years. I live putting on nylons at end of the day. I'm a general contractor/carpenter. In the evening after a shower I pick out a sheer shiny smooth slippery pair of stw tan pantyhose and head for bed or sex with my wife. I get my nylons from Shapings.com. I came across (excuse the pun) two weeks ago that are hard to resist to wear. I love wearing nylons. In age where women don't wear pantyhose and heels as much anymore, it's a real bummer. Nothing more sexy than shapely long longs in pantyhose and heels in a short skirt. I hope pantyhose come back.
I've worn men's pantyhose, I prefer regular pantyhose. I've got over 250 pairs. For those of you read these stories and are curious about why men wear pantyhose. Trust me, if you find a pair of hose like I wear, you'll be hooked. Nothing to loose. Nylons look and feel good. Try on a pair.

GuyInSupport | 2013-04-30
Profile Image I originally discovered my love for pantyhose in 6th grade when I wore my first pair. It wasn't later into life did I start to get involved in wearing pantyhose 5 days a week.

As a teacher, I am extremely sore, plus coaching after school...it is just so much time up and about, non-stop. I was researching solution such as insoles and I came across studies that supported support hose as a solution for achenes and more energy. Well that was enough to get me interested and I did some more digging and found that it could also be helpful for my knee support as I had two surgeries on them young in life. I now wear support hose everyday to work. I started out completely covering them up, with socks and underwear on top to hide any potential spotting of it. I have been wearing for a month dedicated now and I know longer cover up with socks or underwear. My hose blends in well enough with my dress pants and shoes that I do not worry. I have found that both nude and tan blend in the best, but I can also wear jet black, which gives a subtle appearance of wearing fancy dress socks and no one is wiser that those socks go all the way up. I feel so much more energy in and out of school when wearing them, I am bouncier on my feet and I don't feel exhausted at the end of the day. I would love to be more open about it, but I feel I am more of one of those people that don't share things with people anyway. I have worn my hose to track practice with sweatpants and have later walked from my car to my house wearing shorts in my jet black hose.

I am working towards addressing this with my wife, as I have not yet shared with her my solution for my health and energy. I want to be certain that this is something I want to continue with firstly. For now I will continue to put them on when she is in the other room and take them off after work (I want them to last after all!)

HoseMakesMeHard | 2013-04-17 | Comments (0)
Profile Image I'm not sure when it first started but over the last few years I found my liking for pantyhosed legs turning into a lust, then a love, a complete turn on and tonight I think it has finally evolved into a fetish. Being that I am new to this I cannot say fetish for sure, but I had to log in to tell someone my story.

Here I am in the midst of business trip giving seminars to various sized groups. Of course in those groups were various sized ladies of various ages of various races all with one thing in common. Skirts & pantyhose covered legs. While teaching these groups I kept sneaking peeks of the various patterns wondering how far up I could see and were there panties under those hose. The desire to feel the silkiness & gently massage some thighs grew more & more as the day progressed. I had to feel those pantyhose in my hands

I was really getting turned on. Knowing I was in a city far from home, where no one knew me, I thought other men do it why can't I. Returning to the hotel alone, no one would ever know. It was then I decided to purchase my first pair of pantyhose. I wanted to feel them pressed against my member.

At that moment my journey began. The 1st store was too expensive (Being that this was going to most likely be a one trip experience, I did not want to spend a lot money just to complete the task in my hose & throw them away), the second had lines way too long and finally at the third store I struck gold.

I looked through the racks for my size only not to find it. Thinking there was another store near by I left only to return a few minutes later. Looking again, I somehow found my size. Knowing that my desire was just minutes away, I felt myself starting to swell. As I grabbed the pack and headed to the check out, I began to leak. By the time I left,There was a wet spot in front of my briefs.

Finally back in my room I wanted to savor the moment. Everything had to be perfect. The days clothes were stashed, the bed cleared and the lighting set. On my way to close the curtains so people across the atrium could not see in, the devil inside said heck
no, if they see all the more erotic. The curtains remained opened as one leg and then the other slid in. I couldn't believe how easy it was to pull them up. Once they were on I found myself lying on the bed rubbing & caressing all parts of my new hose, there was even a session of standing in front of the mirror admiring myself & my swelling member. The sensation was so great I had to log in and share my story. So here I sit sharing with you my fantasy come true in nothing but my new hose.
Now I want to put on some jeans, return to the mall watch the ladies in hose, thinking you're not the only one wearing them


Pantyhosen | 2013-04-04 | Comments (0)
Profile Image i think it started in elementary school. i didn't know it was a turn on at that point but i loved staring at girls legs when they wore tights. i remember running up the play ground one time and i saw a girl in white opaque tights, and i thought to myself, "i know its tights, but i have to get a look at her feet to make sure." of course she had open toe sandals on and yep... tights.

i also remember my mom when i was younger wanting to dress me up like a girl for some reason. I dont remember why. but she wrapped a towel around me like a dress, gave me some tan nylons to put on and let me wear her heels, which were way too big, but i felt sexy wearing it at the time.

later on for halloween my friends and i dressed up as girls. I must say we looked good! the neighbors didnt even recognize us! 3 of us wore white tights, (enjoyed every minute) but one of my friends got lucky enough to wear sheer black pantyhose! i was jealous and asked why i couldnt wear black ones. for some reason i was attracted to the sheerness.

i think from that point on i knew i loved nylons. i was embarrased about it cause i thought it was super weird. i loved looking through the laundry and finding tights or hose and would take them and try them on. it would turn me on like no girl could.

later in high school i remember my first dance date. the first thing i did when i went to pick her up was look down at her feet to see if she was wearing hose. Lucky enough she was! sheer tan pantyhose with strappy heels! i remember the sight to this day. dark red toes and sheer toe pantyhose. best memory of my life.

since then i have liked wearing nylons and getting the girls i date to wear them for me. No girl to this point has said no which is a dream come true.

the biggest turn on is taking them out of their drawers or off the floor and wearing them knowing that i have a good looking girls pantyhose on. shopping for them has also got the excitment going. especially while wearing. i havent worn with shorts yet but i like slipping off my shoe when i have them on knowing someone can see... side note i love painting my toes too. i think a couple people have noticed and it was so exhilerating.

TomTourniquet | 2013-03-20 | Comments (0)
Profile Image I may be an oddity - it was only after my wife got me to wear tights a few years ago that I got hooked on wearing 30+ denier. If my boss made me wear skirts and dresses (LOL!), maybe I'd feel differently, but I just like the feel of pantyhose and tights. Maybe it's the compression; I recently bought a girdle. Feels great, but makes it kinda hard to keep my pants from sliding down! Wife's taken me out shopping a whole bunch of times, and now I have a few denim and tartan plaid skirts. Tough to beat a pair of Cecilia de Rafael Rubino 40's under a Pendleton wool skirt.

PaulStockings | 2013-03-18 | Comments (0)
Profile Image I am not sure when it started. I think it must have been in my early teens. I used to wear my mum's pantyhose whenever I had an opportunity. Black opaque hose being my biggest turnon, I used to browse my mum's drawers and laundry basket. But I wasn't too picky, I also wore other colors and den. I used to observe my female schoolmates and teachers. Back in the 80's when I was at school, fashion was more favourable - lot of black tight miniskirst and black pantyhose - heaven. Today, it seems too inapropriate. Shame. When I was in secondary school, I found old nylons in my grandma's wardrobe. My mum had a white corset and I combined the two, plus my mum's dress and heels. Loved looking at me in the mirror.
Now I have been married for more than 10 years. The wife is aware of my fetish but she is not 100% supportive - I mean, she wears pantyhose for me, mostly black opaques, but she disapproves my wearing. She discoverd it when we went to the mountains in winter the other year, and we were preparing to go for a walk. It was very cold and she offered her pantyhose for me to wear. I pretended I didn't want to but once I agreed and put them on, I had a huge hardon which she noticed instantly. We have tried pantyhosed sex a few times, but she openly expressed her dismay. Last year we had a serious argument when she accidentally discovered my secret FB account (stupid me, I forgot to log off and she wanted to check hers). I had a couple of pics of me in her clothes. Luckily I had removed some of hers in pantyhose just few days before that situation. I think this was a moment when my mariage was in deep crisis but we got over it - we just don't mention it anymore, but I can see she does not trust me fully. She accepts me wearing hose under my pants in winter when it is really cold. However, when I put them on, she seems disgusted. Sometimes when I travel alone, I sneak some of her hose and lingerie and wear in the hotel. Bests to all hoselovers. Paul

Pantyhoseaddict | 2013-03-12 | Comments (0)
Profile Image I started noticing pantyhose around the 3rd grade. My mom always wears ph, and I'm pretty sure that's where it came from. One day I got a pair of mom's hose and put them on cause I was curious. I remember they felt good but don't clearly remember any sexual feelings. I know I got caught a few times but nothing really happened.
When I went through puberty was when I really paid attention to mom's legs and feet in pantyhose. She always wore NoNonsense tan sandlefoot with reinforced toe and panty(wich is my favorite). Not only did I notice her but also my teachers and classmates. From then on when I could get by with it I would put mom's hose on and masturbate, being careful to climax outside of her hose, didn't want to get caught.
From time to time I did get caught. One time I always remember. I was all alone in the house. It's about 2:00 p.m., not expecting anyone home for another hour or so. I'm in mom's hose with a hard-on. The phone rings, I answer and loose track of time. Next thing I know mom walks in the front door and sees me nakeed in her hose with a stiffy. Talk about" Oh Shit". She screamed at me to take them off. I went to the bedroom, changed, and went to my room and stayed for what seemed a lifetime.
In my own sick, perverse sexual mind I wish that had turned out differently to my satisfaction. Another time I walked in on mom changing her pants and saw her beautiful legs and feet in pantyhose.
So now I'm 38yrs. old and still wear ph, thinking about mom, teachers, and women I see in public. I like the way they look on me, and especially on women. But what really drives me wild is the way they feel against my penis when I masturbate. To this day my BEST and EXTREMELY MOST INTENSE climaxes has been while wearing pantyhose. For a long time I thought I was alone until I discovered adult magazines like Leg Show and Leg World. I assure you that you are not alone and encourage you to join Pantyhose Share Club.
Sincerely,
Pantyhoseaddict

Tobias | 2013-03-08 | Comments (0)
Profile Image I remember when I was in the first grade, about 6 or 7 years old, I found a pair of pantyhose half-buried in the dirt beside a building on my walk to school. I was nervous to do so, but I felt a strong compulsion to pick them up and take them with me. So I did. I took them home after school, and hid them under my mattress. Once everyone was asleep, including my brother who shared a room with me, I would quietly slip them on after what seemed hours of anticipation to feel that soft fabric grace my skin.

In hindsight, I shoulda washed them! Haha.. but nonetheless, I would hide them in my pants during the daytime so I would always have them with me. I didn't want to leave them to be discovered under my mattress. They were my favorite thing in the world. I also borrowed my moms PH from time to time just to see what other pairs felt like, learning about texture, material, denier.. Oh how I fell in love with Victoria's Secret and Stephanie Seymour when I'd sneak a peak at my mom's magazine's for women's clothes! What a hot leg model! I'd dive straight in to the pantyhose section, eager for a new season's fashion in tights. I'd look through the dress section, for a full body picture with tights. I hated Spring and Summer because no models would wear tights! Fall fashion couldn't come fast enough.

Over the years, I gained more confidence, eventually to the point that I am comfortable shopping at a retail store in the women's section, just to see what kind of tights I can buy. I'm 35 so I remember how much prejudice there used to be when I was a kid. It was scary to be public about a PH fetish! I hope those days are past. =)

Nylonfeet | 2013-03-08
Profile Image Hi All,

I discovered my fetish for nylon at about 5 or 6 years of age at infant school where my teacher, Miss Swan would clatter around the classroom on her long stockinged legs and high heels. I was even at that age completely mesmerised and fascinated by her soft shiny nylon clad legs and would for reasons completely unknown to me at that time crave to stroke, caress and even suck those lovely nylon clad legs and feet. I would even wonder how her worn nylons would smell after having been at school.
As I continued on through school through the 80's by fetish would only get stronger as my school girl colleagues began to blossom, and then that all changed with my maths teacher miss Howells and her colleague Miss Evans. I was now introduced to a more mature woman that completely encompassed everything that tights/pantyhose was designed for. Both incredibly beautiful women with the longest of legs encased in nylon.... HEAVEN. Suffice to say during the last 3 years of my secondary school education I spent every waking moment fantasising about both teachers have the most amazing lesbian encounter involving pantyhose.
During my younger adult life I was very lucky to have been able to indulge in my fetish with a good many women, sadly my wife doesn't share the same view and I'm reduced to sourcing my interest through the internet.
Nonetheless, it hasn't stopped me from enjoying what is to all intents and purposes a completely harmless and innocent fantasy of enjoying the pleasures of nylon.

Myself5248 | 2013-02-16
Profile Image Hello everyone. I will not talk about myself much, because it is not important (and nobody really cares!). I can only say that I am a university student and I want to tell you a story, in which I will share experince regarding one relevant topic. Because I am writing here, no secret, I am going to talk about tights, or so called pantyhose. And I want to confess, that I was really attracted to them for some reason, but I partially managed to overcome this attraction. I am going to expain you my secret. I will start with a little bit of my biography. The first time I think I felt something for tights was when I was a kid attending a kindergarten. I only remember me playing with toys, and two authority figures - teachers - sitting around a table with their legs crossed , intelligently talking to each other with a cup of coffee in their hands. And of course, teachers weren't nude - they were wearing clothes. And the clothes teachers were wearing we consider formal today - officially looking jacket, thigh length skirt and really polished tights. The latter is must be, always, no excuses. I remember the teachers discussing about them. And one point, where their opinions really overlapped, is the fact that pantyhose represents the woman. I remember this well for some reason, they didn't even discuss - should, or should not women wear tights - the answer was obvious, but they talked about how the quality of pantyhose represents woman's social status, defines woman's character and how it is a perfect start for lady, who is looking forward to make a good and successful career. They also agreed that it is a great starting point to gain respect and impose will and authority on others. Teachers emphasized that it is really important to wear quality tights (no talk about not wearing them at all) just to look elegant, official, formal, finished at the same time. Maybe these talks, or maybe something else had effect on me - I remember myself staring at their legs and I was just observing them covered with pantyhose. And I felt something then. For some reason, I was attracted to those legs. Something you can't really expain, but I think most of you understand what I am talking about and you can proprably relate that too. Then I understood the truth behind their discussions, the truth that pantyhose are really important, just like teachers talked before. I saw legs, so perfect, that it seemed that my teachers are not teachers, but some divine creatures. And these feelings, emotions and deductions, I think, might gave rise to my fetish. So this is how it began to develop inside me. Slowly. Of course, at that time, I didn't know I had a fetish, but as the time passed, the attraction to pantyhose was getting stronger and more and more often I couldn't resist the look and great feel of pantyhose. When I saw some ladies in the street with their legs covered in pantyhose, I just couldn't control myself and my eyes were just stuck to them. Soon after, I was searching pantyhose in my home (my mom doesn't like them, so it was a hard time to find a pair). I was obsessed. I even secretly bought several pairs on the internet shop. And still, I couldn't get enough of them - I was still observing passers-by in pantyhose, I was still admiring their legs. Not long time ago, I entered the University to study dentistry. Coincidence that or not, but the majority of dentists in my country are women. So are my classmates. There are only 3 males (including me) and 25 females in our class. And the problem is, that most girls wear pantyhose everyday. It's like a dress code. And I knew I was in trouble, because of my fetish. And one day, I thought, enough. I feel like crazy about tights. And I started thinking - how could I overcome this. How could I be in class and not to stare at legs, concentrate on other things. I found a solution. I remembered some psychological theories that might help. And I just decided: if I can't runaway from pantyhose, I will fight them. I will fight my obsession and I will not ignore it. That would not had helped me. So, you wonder, how I am fighting? What methods? There is an good old saying - to keep friends close, and enemies even closer. So I decided to keep pantyhose really close to me - I decided to put a pair of them and wear them during the sleep, during the day - all the time. And guess what? It worked. At first I had a really hard time. The smoothness of pantyhose really got me, I was feeling like it was crazy idea, and if I even could not deal with pantyhose before, when I was only seeing them, so how could I live with pantyhose all the time. Like I said, first several weeks were crazy, especially first days. My knees were bending and I couldn't cope with the idea, that I am wearing pantyhose and the sensations they gave me were just destryoing and killing me. But I managed to cope with that. Not totally, but I am getting better and better. So, there will be two months now that I am in pantyhose and I feel that I did a big step forward. Despite that I am still staring at pantyhosed legs in University and despite the fact, that pantyhose still gives me strong sensations (sometimes so strong that it's hard to cope with), but I am improving really. I am not feeling like afraid of pantyhose itself, like I was before, I don't consider it totally "invincible" and I am not really totally afraid and nervous, when I am close to someone, who is wearing them. Of course, it is just a beginning. I think it would be quite a long "treatment", but, at the end, I think that I will overcome (partially, not totally) my obsession. I decided that i will wear tights for six months. Two months have passed, four to go. For the end I can say, that, in my perspective, so far I got rid of about 20% of the pantyhose affection - my legs tremble a lot less when I am in tights and I am feeling more confident with people wearing them. As I already mentioned, sensations usually are quite strong, but I hope that I will do a progress on that. I am seeking  to reach about 40-45% decrease total. And that would be quite good progress I think. Even it is a hard way, because dealing with a problem in my way requires a lot of mental strength and will. So sometimes I think to myself - why some women are so strong. Everything - the pace they walk, the look in their eyes - everything just yells that there goes a woman you don't want to mess with. And I am talking about mental strength mostly (but not only). My female classmates are really good examples of what I mean "strong" (and my kindergarten teachers too!) - what I am trying to say is that they have created their own opinions about every question you might discuss; they are really independant - so you can't tell them what to do, they already know a lot and if not, they can easily get what they want and easily cope with the problem without your help. Moreover they are really, really self confident about everything, starting with the fact, that they are not afraid to talk publicly and defend their own attitudes, and ending with the fact that they are real group leaders - they might give you orders, what and how to do something, and if you don't follow these orders, you might get into trouble; and these ladies are not afraid to lash you with their fury if you will not conform to them or if you show any sign of disobedience. Then they are near, you are scared even to say one word against their will. By saying "strong" I also mean that these women can do almost anything to you if they want - make fun of you, tease you and you can't really show any resistance - these women know their worth - you just try to be as humble as you can. They are really logical and sane - ladies know that they are good - and they don't hide that fact. They are like the queens - they are the rulers and you must obey. It seems like the world belongs to them. And that is true. At least in my environment. And one day I really wondered - why is that? Why some women are really really strong (as I already described) and some women aren't? Why they don't have so much confidence and charisma? Why only the presence of some women can make you tremble and others don't give you that feeling? Why some women represent authority, you listen to every word these ladies say, and other women, again, don't make you feel that way? I observed all women - I did it quite a long time. And I came to the conclusion - women, who wear pantyhose, are these, which give you chills and before whom you are sweating and feeling nervous, feeling inferior. In fact, I am quite centain about my conclusion - as I already mentioned, this happens at least in my environment. It's quite easy to see the difference between women, who wear tights, and women, who don't. In fact, I dug out the fact, that the women might change positively when she is wearing pantyhose, compared when she doesn't. But that's not always true - some women, or in fact, quite a lot women might suffer from a negative change - they might get really shy, even less self confident, and really nervous, embarrassed, like something wrong would be happening. And I came to one more conclusion - these women are just not "good enough" to wear pantyhose. That's true - their character is too weak and they lack of the qualities the women wearing pantyhose have. And another idea came to my mind - that only "strong" women can wear pantyhose without suffering from negative "side effects" and, conversely, these women get a "boost" from tights. Pantyhose enchances ladies' positive qualities like independance, authority, charisma and so on. Concluding - pantyhose can either sharpen women's negative qualities or make positive qualities more convincing and apparent. It just depends on the person. And after observing and deducing all of this, after thinking a lot, I just thought to myself - maybe it is so hard for me to cope with the pantyhose, because of my character? Maybe I am just too weak for pantyhose? Of course, social norms prohibitating to wear pantyhose for men restrains even more, and gives, I would say, "excitement" to all of this, but I think pantyhose also has it's own spirit and it is not for everyone to wear them. It's simple. Maybe all the sensations driven by pantyhose, and all trembling and bending legs when I try to put them on, are just like a sign that I'm just too weak and not suitable for wearing pantyhose, even if social norms would allowed me to do that; that even some women, who are accustomed to tights from early childhood, and who are encouraged by society to wear them, even they might face difficulties while wearing them. But again, I cannot say that tights affects me only negatively - I would tend to think that it balances my character. How? If you knew me, you would prorably had thought I am a man with little limits, maybe sometimes even crossing the line in a bad way. Sometimes I just think that yeah - I am the best, I am above all, I am really like something special and so on. And it is good thing I guess that pantyhose restrains me to be more down to earth. It also forces me to be disciplined - to do my duties honestly and properly; to set a goal in life and work to archieve it. Wearing pantyhose is like always being watched by someone, who is in position of authority, someone, who can punish me, if I don't pursue my duties well enough. Pantyhose is like something controlling me - something you cannot resist. And I cannot explain that phenomenon otherwise than to claim that this female gartment really has it's own power inside. And I strongly believe, that my insights are quite correct - not only in my surroundings, but everywhere.

Tonystights | 2013-02-13
Profile Image My love affair with tights began when I was 12. I had taken the day off school and my mother with whom I lived with was out at work. I was in the bathroom having a pee when I felt very horny and had an erection. I sat on the toilet and began masturbating when I noticed a pair of my mother's tights hanging out of the dirty laundry basket. I picked them up and began to sniff at the crotch of them. They had an exciting aroma of my mother's genital odour. I then had the idea to put them on. My mother was not a big woman and the tights fitted me snugly. They felt heavenly next to my skin, especially over my cock. I masturbated whilst wearing them and ejaculated into them. It was the best wank I had had at the time. Wearing my mother's worn tights whilst masturbating became a regular thing for me.
I often wear tights to this day and though my daughter's tights won't fit me, I do masturbate into the worn ones I find in the dirty laundry basket.

William69 | 2013-02-09
Profile Image I knew that I loved tights but these feeling were intenstfied when a girl I was seeing used to make me lick her cunt through her tights. and push my head inside to eat her the wet nylon covering my face and pulling her further onto my mouth. She would stay for the weekends and leave her sticky nylons under my bed and this is when I started sniffing her pussy juices while wanking, and this turned into waering them on my legs, body and head. Some time later she found these and demanded to know who they belonged to, and when she realised that they were hers and that I was using them she wanted wih a bagfull every time she came down, and we experimented with encasement and bondage. On the day she would come she would put tights without knickers on for work and rub her cunt throughout the day so her tights would be hot, humid and smelling of pussy and force me to lick her from the outside and then head inside while she sucked my cock, carressed me with her nylon covered hands and pull a pair on me so we could 69 with our head inside each others tights before fucking with stockings pulled over our heads. She has long gone now but my nylon play continues....William69

Phfan21 | 2013-02-05
Profile Image Hi everyone. This is the first time I've ever told my story in full. I have loved pantyhose for as long as I can remember. There is something about the was they make legs look and the way they feel on your own. When I was young, about 5 or 6, I would wear my mother's hose or even my grandmother's. There was something about the way they felt that I loved. I would take a pair and hide it in my room so I could wear them to sleep (which was hard to do because of the sensation.).

In middle school, is where my love for them went further. I have always loved mature women. Therefore, in middle school, my teachers were beautiful mature women who wore pantyhose all the time! As they would walk around the classroom, I would leave my hand hanging off my chair so there legs would brush against my hand. I would do this the most with my spanish teacher. Her legs would look so amazing in her suntan pantyhose. Suntan is my absolute favorite.

My love continued through highschool and into adulthood. I began to wear more often and I started working up the nerve to buy hose on my own. I would race home and strip off all my clothes and carefully pull on the pantyhose. I was in heaven.

At one point, my friend's mother started wearing hose more often. I worked up the nerve to sneak into her room one day. The first time, I took a pair that was laying in her pile of dirty clothes. My heart was racing! But I successfully made it out in time. But I couldnt help myself. On three different occassions, I took pantyhose from her. Once from the hamper. The other two times was from her underwear drawer. The aroma from that drawer was one of the most tantelizing smells ever. Between the pantyhose and her undergarments and her perfumes, I will never forget it.

When I met my wife, I worked up the courage to tell her about my love for pantyhose. She didn't understand it but she indulged me anyway. My wife is a beautiful woman that is a bbw and is curvy in all the right places. The first time she put on hose for me, I nearly exploded instantly. I hadn't experienced pleasure like that before. My wife was the first woman I was ever with, so to have her give into my fetish was not only amazing physically but also amazing emotionally.

Loving pantyhose has always played on my emotions. I always felt like I was some sort of freak. I thought a woman would reject me. But thank goodness for my wife. She loved me enough to begin to accept everything about me. She's not comfortable with me wearing them when she is around but she doesnt mind if I wear them whenever she is not home. Her only condition was that I could only wear or play with her pantyhose and stockings. I couldnt buy them or take them from others. I told her that was perfectly ok becuase I would rather have hers than some random pair. Wearing her hose and pleasuring myself in them is amaing. My wife doesnt wear all the time but she sometimes will for me and that means alot.

I'm now in my mid twenties and I have been looking for a site where other pantyhose lovers can talk and get to know each other. I love how there are men and women on this site who pass no judgement but enjoy each other's company and enjoy each other's love for pantyhose.

Spanker | 2013-02-05 | Comments (0)
Profile Image I remember being quite young 12Or so i seen up my music teachers dress she was wearing black pantyhose with no panties.the look of her hairy pussy covered with hose was the most beutiful thing I have ever seen. from there I actually would try to get glimpes of women at church etc. Trying to get a look at there panthosed pussy.then I stole panthose from my moms drawer. ,and the feeling on my own legs and cock.was unbeliveable I would always wear to bed and under my jeans. and I masturbated through the nylon all the time.this has gone on all my life now I'm 42. I've done a lot of crazy things like driving down the interstate with nothing on but pantyhose.even gone into large shopping mallswearing pantyhose and.,a long t shirt that the panty part of hose would show.I love hose and love women in pantyhose.

Pedzboy | 2013-02-02 | Comments (0)
Profile Image This story isnt about how I came to discover my passion for hose...but an experience which only confirms their "POWER" they have on me. Awhile back I met an attractive woman who I eventually became good friends with..but after we met..we actually went on a few dates...the actual third date I will never forget as it ranks near the top of the list of sexually satisfying experiences...I will not be graphic here as thats not what this is really about...but I will give you an idea of how mind blowing this experience was.... took this beautiful woman out to dine on third date and we had a great time...laughing,talking and just really enjoying each others company...had a lot in common.She had a very hot black skirt on ..a little above the knees and light black pantyhose on. after dinner we came back to my place and I was able to confide in her and told her how much I loved a woman in stockings and hose.She asked what I thought of her legs and told her she looked awesome and she said thank you very exitedly.I then got very bold and asked her if I could fullfill a fantasy of mine...to pleasure a woman completely in pantyhose.She flashed me a sinful smile and said...why would I turn that down?? I told her that she must agree to be the total recipient for quite awhile until she could not hold out any longer and she agreed.I asked her to keep her skirt and hot blouse on and to just lean back slightly on the edge of the bed with her legs slightly bent toward me.I then asked her to be as still as she could be.I could tell she was really starting to look forward to this with exited anticipation. I then slowly proceeded to remove her heels and start massaging her great smelling feet and then rubbed,kissed,stroked,licked etc.from her feet all the way up the "yellow brick road"..very slowly and seductively....what followed was the most intense sexual experience I have ever been a part of...her soft moans began to increase and her legs started to quiver as I was gently trying to hold them down and she was starting to squirm a little and she was really getting wet with passion. I was just loving this as I love to please a woman and this was something I could tell she had never experienced before.after her skirt and blouse were gone...the most intense sexual romp occurred and we both went off at least 3 or 4x...she held the back of my head so tight I thought i was in a neck brace!!I had never seen a woman go crazy like this before and she said it was everything I did...which truly made me feel great.she certainly took care of me and the sex was the best ever with her pantyhose on and then ripped and then whatever was left of them.....she asked me how and I just said it was the power of the hose!as crazy as this sounds...it is so true...how crazy we got with each other that night and she is now married...but we remain friends and once in awhile talk about that night and I still thank her for helping me to realize a great fantasy. she thanks me for still giving her the best sex she says she's ever had(hope she didnt tell her now husband that!)If I ever experience something like that again....know that its the hose that will make me do it!!thanks for reading this....pedzboy

Nataliegarzin | 2013-01-30 | Comments (0)
Profile Image i was 5 and my aunt was always wearing pantyhose. after my cousins found some naked polaroids of her only wearing pantyhose with the crotch tore out and topless i was hooked. i actually cannot remembering every getting a hard on before that. she would come to church sometimes with the family and being a kid i would crawl under the pews at church. then after seeing her pics i decided to crawl under her seat in church and look under her dress. i saw her dangling her strappy wedge heels from her nude and sometimes tan pantyhose( renforced toes). i slide under to view all the way up her sexy legs to her trimmed bush and able to see her pussy. i was hooked for life. i would always play with her feet and shoes in church. she would just bob her feet every once in a while but let me play never saying a word. i spent alot of time at her house and she left her pantyhose every where basement for laundry both bathrooms her room and in the living room in a basket alot. i was in heaven. i always took a pair to the bathrrom and pulled them over my hard cock in the years to come so i could masterbate with them. i finally was left there alone off and on and finally made it to her dresser. she had 2 drawers filled with pantyhose. i was so turned on and would always rummage through them when left alone and started trying them on and masterbating on her bed in them. i shot countless huge loads of cum in her hose and on her bed.i guess that wasnt smart to leave signs but what did i know then. when i would shower there and come out of the bathroom in just a towel she always whistled at me i think to be playful. well a fews years back we all were at a wedding and i hadnt seen her in years. we all talked and decided to go to a bar after the wedding reception. we sat at a high top table in tall stools. they all came in and and she sat next to me giving me a big hug and a kiss saying its good to see you. my gf was with me that night as well as her bf. we drank alot and about half way through the night she started bobbing her leg as they were crossed but it was if she was rubbing her leg on my leg riding my pants up so her hose rubbed my leg. instantly i was hard and for most of the night cause she lost her shoes and started using her feet under the table. i kept glancing down with a smile once in a while as not to draw attention from everyone else. then night was over and i didnt want it to be but everyone had to go. so as everyone got ready to leave she asked me to stop by her car before i left so i took my gf to our car then went around the corner to hers. she was standing there gave me a big again and kissed me on the lips for like 5 seconds i was wanting to jump her right there. then she backed away and said here have fun as she handed me her pantyhose she had slipped off before i got there and said i know you used to love playing with them and she always knew and thought it was hot when i left my cum stains on here pantyhose. the got into her car and rolled down her window and said we should hang out more, i couldnt help it anymore i leaned in the window and kissed her tounge and all as i reach up her skirt and slip a finger into her pussy and fingered her for about a minute till her bf was coming out and i said before her was close thank you and i always thought of her while i masterbated into her hose she smiled and winked then i walked away and she whistled and laughed like when i was a kid. i went to the hotel and fucked my gf so hard and long as she said wow thats the best i every imagined. for the next days i used my aunts pantyhose to cum in like 10 times. they were caked with my cum stains then i called her and said i have a gift we met up at a bar, outside i gave them to her and she smiled and said thanks but id rather you do this to the ones i have on now and all the ones i have at home. since then ive been a happy happy boy.

Alandenier | 2013-01-26 | Comments (0)
Profile Image Hi all! My love for pantyhose came when I was very, very young, around 6 or 7 years old. I had an aunt who is much younger than my mother and she used to wear pantyhose or stockings everyday. I loved to see her long, beautiful legs encased in black, white or navy blue pantyhose. I looked for any excuse to be near to her and even get to touch her nyloned legs or feet a little. By the time I was 11, my passion for women's pantyhosed legs had grown to an erotic obsession. At that age I wore my first pair. They were white sheer to waist pantyhose that i took from my aunt's drawer. It was delicious and i fell in love with the silky material instantly. From that day on, I got to steal pantyhose from almost every woman I knew: My best friend's mom, my aunts, my cousins. As I grew older, I got to talk about my fetish to some female friends who got curious about it and even liked to play around with me. Many of them let me touch their pantyhosed legs and feet. Sometimes even worship them. Now I have a beautiful wife who is not so much into hosiery, but likes to wear it to please me and to turn me on. I like it that way. It's like our little secret. Feel free to get in touch if you want to chat some more.

Tammyboi | 2013-01-20 | Comments (0)
Profile Image I was about 5 yr's old and my sisterinlaw left a dress and pantyhose in my bedroom one day. My curiosity got the better of me. I put on the pantyhose wich came above my chest,then I slipped into the dress. I was in heaven Iloved the way the hose felt on my skin and the dress made me feel girly. I wore them just long enough to get the feel,my parents were still asleep and didn't want get caught.skip to age 13, I began to think how the pantyhose felt on my skin when I was younger and stole a pair of moms hose. I soon began to wear her shoes and dresses.I let my hair grow and wore some makeup. I was then "hooked" and never slowed down since!

Thesexymylf | 2013-01-14 | Comments (0)
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I began wearing pantyhose at the ripe age of 16, I had just come into my own. I developed a very thick patch of pubic hair and my boobs grew to double their original size. I was to attend the winter formal I needed to wear a long gown and leg covering for it was winter time. The sales woman suggested a pair of $30 pantyhose which was almost as much as the gown. The sales woman convinced my mother and home we went.

When the special day came my mother assisted in my preparing. I remember my mother tossing my panties aside. "That's why they're called pantyhose, they have a built in panty" She laughed and told me that my panty lines would show through because the gown was very fitted.

"Oh!" I said.

She excused herself and told me if I needed her she was down the hall. I remember dropping my towel, looking at myself naked. And sitting down on the edge of my bed. I read the instructions and viewed the illustrated drawings and proceeded to copy.

The drawings did not illustrate the very sensual, sexual feelings that I was feeling. My red painted toes looked very sexy as the sheer silky taupe nylon covered them. As I worked the pantyhose higher my ankles, knees, and thighs were transformed to a smooth silky sheen. As I pulled the pantyhose fully up over my butt and then up the front I watched as my thick patch of hair went flat. The feeling on my butt was that of massaging. Pulling them up a bit higher I felt wetness in between my legs, I felt as though I may have dribbled out some pee.

Just then my mom knocked on my door and entered. With a quick glance she expressed just how much of a lady I've become, and held the gown open for me to step into.The feeling of the satin material rubbing against my pantyhosed legs and ass as I walked in my gown was second to none.

I arrived home after the formal earlier then my parents had expected, I excused myself, saying I was feeling a bit tired from a long night. After removing my gown, I looked at myself in the mirror wearing only my pantyhose. I found myself getting excited looking at myself. I remember looking at myself and with one hand rubbing a nipple and my other over the silky crotch. I again felt a wetness and this time I knew it wasn't pee, it was purely sexual. Wanting the pleasure to continue I decided that I would sleep in them.

I climbed into bed and began pulling my covers up, shutting off my lights I laid still as the moon light reflection shinned in. I was lost in sexual bliss. I closed my eyes, licked my finger tips and worked my breast and nipples. Being a virgin, I had never sexually experienced anything! Every time my legs rubbed together or the silky sheet caught my nylon encased toes I felt sexual bolts of pleasure between my legs.

After what seemed like hours I let my hand further explore my nylon covered pussy.The more I rubbed the wetter the nylon became. I remember thinking that I must have irritated it for my clit swelled and the skin folds covering my opening parted. With my eyes closed I continued to play with my breast and let my self explore my pussy further.The crotch of my pantyhose had gotten so wet that I thought the thin material would give way to my probing fingers.

The thought of my pantyhose getting damaged and risking not getting another pair was too much. I lifted my butt up, put my thumbs into the silky waistband and rolled my pantyhose down to just below my crotch. Finding my now naked pussy I continued to rub it.

Just as I was about to insert a finger, my mom knocked on my door then came in. She leaned in over me and kissed me good night. She reminded me not to forget to put my pantyhose into the plastic sleeve they came in. "They were expensive. Where are they?" She asked. I told her I was going to sleep in them. She sounded a bit shocked then said she understood why. We giggled and she left. I loved wearing them so much that I was going to take them off. Does that makes any sense?

Just as I was about to slip them into the plastic sleeve, I decided to examine them closer. The little cotton crotch was very wet and had a very intimate sexual scent that I assumed was the scent of my pussy. I had no idea what if anything it should smell like. To be honest the scent caused me to inhale. I was so worked up that I spread my legs and continued rub my opening and poke a finger in. Long story short! I found myself inhaling my very personal sexual scent and fingering myself with two fingers till I thought I had pee, but later found out that I had cum.

Let my fetish begin.

It was later in life that I realized that she too, my mother enjoyed the sensual pleasure that comes from wearing sheer nylon hosiery. xox

Hanes | 2013-01-12
Profile Image My love of shiny smooth hose started in seventh grade. My sister was 5 years older and had great legs. She kept them tan and smooth all the time. She was a cheerleader and many times had her cute friends over for the night and I would spy on them. Being so much younger they didn't think I was a threat so they thought nothing of wearing their nylons, bras and panties in front of me. Back then pantyhose wasn't popular or available and so it was nylon stockings. My sister would put hers on right in front of me not thinking it was driving me wild. She let me feel them once in a while like when watching TV on the couch or driving home with our parents in the back seat. My mother also had great legs and wore nylons a lot but that's what was normal in the late sixties and early seventies.
I remember feeling my sisters nylons that she left in the bathroom and the material was a huge turn on. I really loved the tan color and shiny look when they were on her legs. I wanted to "see and feel" that again but how? That's when I pulled a stocking up my leg for the first time. When I put them on it wasn't like I thought because I was short and couldn't figure out how to hold them up. Part of the sensation I thought was how tightly they fit against my sisters skin making them so slippery. Since I couldn't reproduce that it made me not into wearing them. Within a short period I got taller and when I tried wearing nylons again this time I put on my sisters garter belt to pull them tight. Wow, that was when it hit me how sensuous the material felt against my skin. The one thing lacking was what it felt like without hair on my legs.
Throughout my teens every once in a while I would put on the nylons, and make myself cum. It was nice but not something I did all the time.
I had girl friends in High School and college but I didn't harp on the idea of stockings and pantyhose until I was around 25. I would buy a girlie magazines and loved to see women wearing shiny nylons and pantyhose of course also wearing shiny black closed toe pumps. That combination really got me hard so much that I got the urge to put some pantyhose on. My stepmother was beautiful and a former cover girl. One day I found a pair of her pantyhose drying in the bathroom so I stole them. I took them to my apartment and tried them on. I cut a slit in the panty crotch so I could stroke myself with them on. That was really nice. Looking at a penthouse gal wearing what she was somehow made me shoot higher and longer. Soon that pair of hose wore out and then I was confronted with where to get more. No way did I have the courage to buy them or so I thought. Then one day the urge became so strong to put on a pair of Hanes Alive, color barely there, sheer to waist pantyhose I actually drove to the department store and convinced myself I could buy them saying I was picking them up for my wife. It worked and I then found myself wearing them more often but only to jack off while checking out the babes in the magazines.
In the mid eighties you could look up in the classified personal section of the local paper to locate a gal to meet you. I started enjoying having a girl come over for an hour and then leave. I was into having the girl put on a pair of tan pantyhose, black shiny leotard and a pumps. I would ask her to dance in front of me while I felt here legs and did myself. This went on for a while and finally one day I put on a pair of Hanes pantyhose under my pants and when the girl came out in her hose I revealed mine. That totally turned me on beyond belief. I have nice legs like my sister so usually the girl would be surprised and comment on how hot I looked wearing pantyhose. That really sent me over the top.
In the meantime I have perfected my costume due to the internet. I found that Shapings.com has a huge selection of European hosiery and from that I've tested the ones that are the shiniest and smoothest available. They have to be 15 denier, tan, sheer to waist, and super shiny for me to be satisfied. Specifically I've found Cecilia De Rafael "Victoria" color Moreno to be my favorites for now. A few others are close seconds but that could be a story for later.
I left out an important part of why I still do this and that is because I started riding bikes 30 years ago and got into it heavy enough to shave my legs like the other riders. Wearing pantyhose with smooth skin elevates the sensation to another level. The smoother the shave the more exciting the feeling.
My wife at first was put off by me wanting her to wear pantyhose while we had sex. Her feelings were hurt. Why didn't I love her the way she was? I finally got her to get over that. When we do it wearing hose it seems to amplify the feeling of rubbing to orgasm. She's a good sport about it but doesn't like it as much as I do. Although that's debatable due to the orgasms she's had with me. She still likes to keep my fetish low key which is OK by me because at least she puts up with it and it would be bad if she didn't.
Also, I still really get off with heels and hose. I've acquired ( from the internet ) quite a collection of six inch platform, sling backs, and conventional pumps. I love shooting my cum all over a full length mirror wearing my outfit while my wife rubs my legs and balls. Especially hot when the sun comes through the window just right and makes our hose shine.
I am not gay, don't wear wigs, dresses, makeup or fake tits and stuff. Just the tight pantyhose shiny leotard and a pair of spiked six inch heels. As soon as I cum I throw everything off and the fantasy ends until next time. Reading this web site has helped make me think I'm not so weird. I like it and do it privately so it can't be bad if you enjoy it and aren't hurting anyone.

Annette | 2013-01-03 | Comments (5)
Profile Image My fetish with stockings started when I was 5 Years old.
I didn't realize it at the time on how it would mold my entire life. I'm the only child & was born in R.I. My mom always wore stockings with garter belt & high heels. I love the look & shine of her legs. One day I was playing with some pots & pans with spoons to make a drum sound. My mom asked if I could find something else to play with. I went upstairs to look around & found to my joy a pair of clean stockings she had just hung up to dry on the tub. Of course without hesitation I tried them on with her high heels & started to walk around. I had to hold them up. But I love the feel on my skin. Mom was curious about what I was up to. She caught me in my glory. But the only thing that was said, she was afrid I would fall & hurt myself in her high high heels. She gave me her hose & let me continue to wear them when I wanted. That was a wonderful day for me. I remember about the 8th grade in Florida some girls wore different color tights. I love the look but prefered hose. So I started to aquire some ph, skirt, blouse I hid them in my closet One day my mom found my things & ask me why I had them. Told her I like to wear them sometimes but was told to get rid of them. I did but kept the few ph, espacially the black I had. I would wear them almost every night to bed. When I started to date the last 2 years of high school. I wanted my dates to wear shiney hose & mini - boots were fine too- I love to touch their legs. I would go home & put mine on for bed & have a moment of pleasure dreaming of my date. This continued through college & then 4 years in Navy Avaition. I must say I was straight then. After my discharge from the Navy, I returned home & finally got my own apt. I was about 24 & free to do what I had been dreaming of almost every night. I started to dress completely as a girl. I started shaving my legs & wearing ph & panties 24/7. I was a closet crossdresser until I learn the skills to pass as a sexy woman. I name Annette - My mothers middle name.

Many years have passed including 2 marriages & some beautiful children & grandchildren.

Maybe I'll add the next 30 years of my life. The joy, the sadness, the tears that have transpired & how I have changed but held on my fem side in the continuing story of my life.

Let me how you feel. You are my new family that I love communicating with.
A big hug & kiss
Annette

Nylonfan78 | 2013-01-01 | Comments (0)
Profile Image My story is probably not unlike others here at the site. It started out of curiosity and has since blossomed into a full blown love-affair with pantyhose!

I was about 11 years old, and I was at my friends house, in the basement. He left to go upstairs, and I was just looking around when I found the laundry pile. I saw a pair of tan pantyhose, they were Leggs, control top, with reinforced toe. Later I found out, they had belonged to his mom. The curiosity in me picked up the pantyhose, and I took them. I didn't think much of them at the time, other than they were soft. Later that night, at home in my room, I tried them on. They felt amazing, and I was literally instantly hooked!

Over the course of the next decade, I built up a large collection of pantyhose, thigh highs, stockings, knee-highs! They came from various people, family, relatives, friends, neighbors, essentially where ever I could get them. They were new, worn, discarded, in all conditions, styles and colors.

All throughout this time though, I was always confused about why I had built this collection. I am a straight male, and I have no interest in wearing womens clothes (except pantyhose). There were never any answers to the "why" question of the fetish. Why me? Why do I like them? Why do I continue to take pantyhose? I always thought, I mustn't be the only one with this fetish, and even though I found others that shared the same desires, I always felt alone. I struggled daily, trying to quit this fetish, getting rid of all my pictures I had collected (multiple times), and even ultimately threw away all of my pantyhose I had acquired (that was about 14 years ago now).

During the next decade, I still had a strong affinity for pantyhose. I loved women in them, I loved looking at images online, even videos, but i still had those lonely feelings, always searching for the answer to the "why". During this time though, I didn't have any pantyhose.

Approximately 18-months ago I met EG, a great woman with a passion for pantyhose that was exciting! She seemed to know what it was that was in my heart, and she told me about this site. It is this site that has really helped me come to terms with my fetish. I still don't have that elusive answer as to "why", but what I do have is the confidence and the ability to accept this fetish as a part of who I am.

To date, I have been able to acquire some pantyhose again, not to wear any more, more of a security blanket, and they are a true part of me!

I am a fan of all things nylon, no matter the type (knee-highs included), and I simply adore a woman who is confident enough to not only wear, but also show the world her wonderful legs!

Firemangabe | 2012-12-05 | Comments (0)
Profile Image Well I started wearing pantyhose tights when i was 10 because one day I saw a talent show at my middle school with a bunch of skits with girls wearing shinny sun tan pantyhose and i fell in love with them all with the skits with the girls in they shinny pantyhose i became hard and felt strange and when i saw cheerleaders it was all over for me i like all the talent shows prep rallies from middle school to high school when the girls wearing their shinny sun tan pantyhose came out i got hard every time and one day at home I saw some of my sisters shinny sun tan pantyhose sitting on her bed same ones that the girls were wearing in the talent show that day so i put them on and for some reason they felt good on i like how they felt against my skin and since that day when I put on that pair of my sisters pantyhose I been wearing them every since i wear them everyday i wear them to work and my wife found out about it she is cool about it now she caught me wearing them on day I got home from work before she did one day and I was watching tv in a pair of sun tan shinny pantyhose and fell asleep and when she got home she woke me up and ask me what was i wearing and why was i wearing them so i told her and she ask me how long i have been wearing them i told her i have been wearing them since i was 10 years old and told her my story and since that day she has been cool about it and we both wear them now and we have all kind of pantyhose fun we have swam in wear them in our hot tub and we have all kind of brands and she is nice enough to bye them for me when we go out shopping until men can bye them with out getting them looks

Fantasypantyhose | 2012-11-29 | Comments (0)
Profile Image It all started in Jr. High school for me. When I was in the 6th grade I did not notice the girls wearing pantyhose very much but I did notice they were wearing pantyhose. The start of it all was at one of those talent shows, 3 skits in a row were girls wearing pantyhose with socks and no shoes. The first was a sort of drama skit with 2 girls wearing skirt and pantyhose. I could not believe what I was seeing I was enamored with what I was seeing, the suntan pantyhose and white socks was really getting me hard while I was sitting in those bleachers.
The next skit was more of the same 2 girls wearing shorts with pantyhose and white socks again. They were doing a dance skit, I was doing all I could to get close I finally got up to the front row for a closer view. Watching these girls dancing in pantyhose and socks was just amazing. The last and final skit, my jaw about fell to the floor... 3 girls in cheerleader outfits all wearing pantyhose and socks with no shoes. I could not figure out why these girls were not wearing shoes but it was fine with me, they just turned me into a pantyhose with socks fanatic. One of these gals I will not say her name but she was my idol all the way into high school were she made cheerleader and I got glimpses of her pantyhose and socks all through high school. Watching these 3 gals was so hot to me, I really loved those Jr. high years I had many pantyhose encounter through out Jr. high I will post some of those stories in some other topics.

Phbob | 2012-11-24 | Comments (2)
Profile Image Hi my name is Bob and I am 50 yo and bi.
My experiences with pantyhose started when I was 16 year old.
I was thin then and about 5'??5"? tall, about 115 lbs with a 32 in waist.
An older friend and I were babysitting a couples kids one New Year'??s eve.
David and watched TV with the kids and we rode their snowmobiles for a few hours.
We came in side had pizza with the kids and put them to bed.
David and I watched TV until midnight and he fell asleep.
I couldn'??t sleep for some reason and got bored.
I was snooping through the couple'??s house and I found a pair of the wife'??s pantyhose.
I don'??t know what brand there were because it was so long ago.
The panty part was lacy and the color was nude.
I was curious so I went into the upstairs bathroom and stripped down and put them on.
Wow did I get excited.
I had very little hair on my body at that age, just some pubic hair and the hair on my head and a bit under my arms.
I looked at myself in the full length mirror and I got very turned on.
I got very hard, so hard that my cock hurt.
As I got more excited, I got braver and forgot the David was sleeping in the basement.
I went into her bedroom and found her shoes. I found a pair or high heels with straps and put them on.
They made my legs look amazing. They had a double wide full length mirror in their bedroom.
I stood there and admired myself in the mirror, touching my cock and touching my nipples.
What I didn'??t know was the David had woken up and was watching me through the partially open door.
David was 18 and was an athlete. He was on the swim team and the baseball team. He was a real hit with all of the girls.
David was about 5'??10"? tall and in very good shape. I used to attend his games and swim matches so I knew that he had a great body but I never thought of him in that way.
Well as I was admiring myself and getting more worked up, I heard someone say you look hot.
I nearly fainted as I jumped and turned to see David watching me and rubbing the crotch of his jeans.
I tried to cover up but there was nothing available and no place to go.
I got very scared and started to shake.
I immediately lost my erection.
David came into the room and told me not to worry or be scared. He took me in his arms and held me tight. We had been friends for about 6 years but we never were this close.
As he held me he reached down and rubbed my ass through the pantyhose. He pressed himself closer to me and I could feel his boner. He then picked me up with just his arms and laid me on the bed and he stood there looking down at me. He reached down and caressed my legs. I closed my eyes. I was still scared but I was becoming aroused again.
He picked up my right foot and kissed my ankle and then my calf and then my thigh and rubbed his face against the inside of my right leg.
All of a sudden I felt him kiss the head of my penis through the pantyhose. No one had ever done that before (girl or boy). I gasped.
I immediately got very very hard. When he saw my reaction he laughed and said I think you like that. I could only groan.
He then started to suck me through the pantyhose and I came within seconds.
He pulled down the pantyhose and licked my belly and my cock clean of my cum.
He asked me if I liked it and I said oh god yes.
He said it was now my turn to make him happy.
He undid his jean and released his cock. It was about 9 inches long and it was as big around as a quarter.
He took off his cloths and sat on the bed and had me get between his legs.
He taught me how to suck cock that night.
More of my experiences to follow, some with David and some with the women I knew that loved me in pantyhose.
I welcome and comments and interactions with other members.

Jillslegs | 2012-11-14 | Comments (0)
Profile Image Well I started wearing pantyhose in middle school. I wanted to be a cheer leader and I made the squad. I really never noticed any boys looking at my legs till I got into high school.
I kept on cheering and on game days we would wear our uniforms to school.
I noticed a sudden intrest in my legs . Seemed like all the guys were taking notice of the way my legs shined and shimmered under the lights. Ive always kept in shape by swimming and riding horses. I kept on wearing hose into college and into my professional life.
Hey,, guys love legs and I'm happy to turn. few heads,

Electricgurl | 2012-11-09 | Comments (23)
Profile Image For me, pantyhose just always were. As a young girl my mother dressed both my sister and I and pantyhose or tights were part of dressing for school. Then we became old enough to dress ourselves and I kept wearing them. Not remarkable because my sister did too, but as I learned years later she only did because she thought it was expected of her. That thought never crossed my mind. It finally all came clear when my sister stopped wearing and I still kept wearing. No disagreements, no arguments, she was allowed to do as she pleased and I did my own thing too. But, of course, my thing included wearing pantyhose every day.

I never thought of it as an addiction or anything odd really. Not that I recall. It wasn't a sexual thing for me, putting on pantyhose was no different than pulling on a pair of socks and it was just something I did habitually when I got dressed.

As I got older I started to recognize the behavior as being different but still for me it was normal, or at least it felt normal. I was 22 when I finally just out and out called myself a pantyhose addict, a label that still feels odd to me because it still just feels normal.

What I don't care for is the feeling of compulsion that I sometimes feel, but those people that know me well know that I'm obsessive-compulsive over much more than just pantyhose. I don't feel my compulsion all that often, but sometimes I feel it tugging at me and it doesn't feel as though I have control over my thoughts and actions. This is what I don't like about the compulsion, but most days I don't feel that way. Most days I feel great about it and all the better to have a place to share it and people to share it with.

Thanks to all for being here and reading this!

J.

Pntyhselvr | 2012-10-16 | Comments (0)
Profile Image Well with me I would have to beg my wife to wear my "drug of choice" in bed and one time she said " I don't know why you like those things" why don't you wear them. XD me really? Uh... Ok.
I then slipped into her pair (she wasn't going to find out about my stash yet) inside I was so excited. Then the truth came out. -_- she wasn't happy and asked if I was gay. It was disappointing and hurt a little but she now excepts it but still doesn't like it and only does it because she loves me. I would love to find a woman with the same passion as me. That's about the only time I ever told anyone. I was always to embarrassed. It's nice to finally find a place that so accepting

No1important | 2012-10-16 | Comments (0)
Profile Image A few weeks ago EG talked to me and i opened up some about what i enjoy about hose and such. I finally mustered up what i have to actually tell it now and get it off my chest. Il keep it simple.

When i was younger i dont remember much. Probably repressed memories or whatever. I just remember trying to get a touch of my tutors leg (classic professional look: skirt, hose and heels) and i remember trying to get a light touch on my 3rd grade teachers leg, but i remember staring at them mostly. I would sit near her whenever she was at her desk and i was on the floor by the books or whatever. I had a thing for ballerinas too when i was young, i wonder why haha. Must have had a start around there.
Fast forward a bunch of years and i get into hentai and stockings. That soon turns into a fascination with tights and then pantyhose. Any of my friends who wear them immediately started grabbing my attention. As well as the jewish women who walk around their neighborhoods when im driving through it sometimes. Soon i progress from hentai to pictures to real porn. Today i like all 3, hentai and real women. Although i became sort of particular in what i like. I don't intend to wear pantyhose them and i don't want too. Also im not shallow but i have to be attracted to the female in them as well. You can see in my gallery what i like. An attractive female doesn't have to be in hose for me and i dont need them to be BUT of course that hits my spot hard if they are and it would be a blessing to find someone who would accept that. Funny thing is i have never felt a pair that i can remember, so i don't know why it turns me on. I find them sexy to be honest, when done right. I don't like feet either or encasement. My thing is yank that skirt up, tear the hose opened and go at it, although iv never done that and im going on a few year "dry spell". So i have a host of bottled up sexual desire that is long overdo to be released, anyway on with the story!
Fast forward more and my thing for nylons turns into me getting into some subtle domination to the female in them and they combine (and just in general, again iv never had the pleasure of trying). I don't really like leather and all that but im all for hair pulling and yanking, roughhousing, some spanking, and some light bondage. I always had a thing for submissiveness and dominating that women, occasionally roughly if its permitted (this links back to my start at hentai where all anime girls are submissive, now asian secretary pronz involving hose usually hits this spot for me). Of course i would never hurt a women so this all has to be ok with the person im with, sadly like i said iv never gotten to try it to this day.
Now these days i find this site and slowly add more to my collection and most of my personal pleasure involves fantasizing about women in hose that i like and doing my thing weather its dominating them or just straight sex im thinking of. I dont NEED hose on a women but hose immediately set me off and my eyes have come to spot them on women even at a distance, i will notice them. Funny i found this site a while ago and was reluctant to do it, now here i am pouring my sexual history involving hose out on the forum and owning a gallery of my own that iv been told people enjoy.
So in essence if you read all of this that is the progression of my liking into pantyhose. I don't want to know why i got into them, i just accept that i am now. The day im able to be sexually free with a female whose wearing them will be awesome. Few know of my....affection for this, and even fewer know what i want to do with a lovely young lady dressed up complete in them and a nice outfit. Finding a girl to talk to about this has to be one of the most difficult things. So this is me, what i like and how it started. Hope i didnt go too far off track, any questions or comments feel free to msg me or talk here. Feels good to open up finally.

LLCoolant | 2012-10-13 | Comments (0)
Profile Image I told two ex's of mine that I preferred women to wear PH but I began the reveal by asking them first what do they like on a man, or myself to wear? Once they answered my initial question then I told them about my preference for PH on women. Both were women whom I felt closer than any other girl friends that I've been with. The 1st one lasted for a year, & only wore PH a couple times & never during sex. From the conversation she told me she preferred not to wear. The 2nd when I had the conversation she was so cool with it right off the bat she started wearing for any occasions even sex, we were friends for almost half a year first, & we where together for sixteen years & she wore until the end.

NylonLover | 2012-10-09
Profile Image My pantyhose addiction started when I was 10 years old. I was at my friends house, and his mom wore hose almost daily. She had taking us to the mall and video store to rent a game. Of course she had hose on. When we got home that evening we were sitting on the couch. She was saying how bad her feet hurt, so as a joke I told her I would rub them for her. To my surprise she took me up on the offer. I rubbed her nylon feet for what seemed like forever. She thought it was innocent, little did she know it turned me on.

I loved the way the hose made her legs and feet look, I loved the way they felt, and I loved the sweet aroma of her hosed feet. Later that night I went into her room/bathroom and I found her hose in the clothes hamper. I took them out and sniffed hem and then masterbated with them. Ever since that day I have had a love for nylons. I also love women in pumps. I love the smell of well worn pumps.

Years later I met my wife, I told her about my nylon fetish. She is fine with it. My wife wears daily to work, I could not ask for more.

Norfolk | 2012-10-05
Profile Image my mom always had pantyhose hanging over the tub drying.i was curiouse and when i was 13 the family went out shopping and i was alone for a few hours. i opened my moms draweand puiied out a pair of suntan pantyhose reinforced toe.i was excited as i put on my firstpair of pantyhose on.i tied up myself and have been hooked every since. i'd like to have a dollar for every pair of pantyhose i've gone through. my best orgasms by far are when i'm bound and gagged and struggling like hell trying to get loose..it's been a great hobbie over the years.

Allsheerguy | 2012-09-30 | Comments (1)
Profile Image For as long as I could remember, I was fascinated by womens legs in nylons. They looked interesting and felt so nice to touch. I was very young then, around 4 years old and didn't understand the inappropriateness of what I was doing.

After being told a few times to not touch women's legs, but continuing to do it, my parents felt it was time for more severe measures. My dad got real harsh with me. My mom thought he was being too harsh. They had a fight about the way he was handling me.

The next day or soon afterwards, my mother sat me down and patiently explained how it was not nice to touch and rub womens legs the way I was doing it. She gave me some stockings to play with but warned me they had to be put away when my dad was home. I also was warned that if I touched and stroked women's nyloned legs again, the stockings would be taken away and my dad would handle the punishment.

I loved my stockings. I loved sliding them on. I loved how they made my legs look and I loved touching them. The only problem I had with the stockings was if I tried to walk in them. As soon as I stood up, they slid right down. I had to hold then up or use rubber bands or tape to keep them from sliding down.

When got my first pair of pantyhose a couple of years later, I wasn't sure what to make of them. I tried putting them on like I would put on a pair of pants. My mother explained that they were called pantyhose and tried to help me put them on. I ruined a few pairs badly until I got the hang of it.

When I did get them on and pulled up properly, I was thrilled. They felt incredibly great. Pantyhose was like stockings but much better. I could walk around in them without holding them up and there was more silky material on me. I loved pantyhose.

Mom was Ok with me wearing them out of my room and around the house as long as my dad wasn't home or we had company. I had to cover up though. I had to wear a robe, shorts or other attire. My favorite was a long shirt. So, pretty much everyday I wore pantyhose and a long shirt in the house. My mother even told my grandmother I liked wearing pantyhose and instead of throwing out their old pairs they should save them for me.

Then one night when going to bed, I decided I didn't want to take off my pantyhose, so I kept them on and slept in them.

Years later I still wear pantyhose every day and to bed at night. My favorite outfit is still pantyhose and a shirt. There has been pivotal times in my pantyhose lifestyle too.

At 13, I started buying my own. At 18 I wore pantyhose for pantyhose sex with my girlfriend. That was also the same day I shaved my legs and wore pantyhose out openly in public for the first time. I met girls who liked my legs which led to some interesting conversations and sexual experiences. I also met my wife while both of us were wearing pantyhose and noticed each other.

I guess in retrospect, I've lived and continue to live the pantyhose lifestyle. My wife likes it when I wear. My legs are still hairfree. I still wear out openly with shorts all the time. I rarely go bare legged, although I have toned down my attire somewhat. My shorts are mid thigh, long enough to wear with pantyhose that are not sheer to waist. They are not the Daisy Duke type shorts I used to wear all the time

JaimeH | 2012-09-27 | Comments (6)
Profile Image My fringe moment came when I was trying to decide if my girlfriend whom I was feeling head over heels for would become my 2nd wife. I wanted my next marriage to be open and honest and hopefully include pantyhose to some degree, so I had mentally steeled myself to bring the topic up somehow in the next few dates (sort of a make or break moment).

We had been long distance dating and I was living in Chicago and there was a bitter cold spell coming in February. My gf/now wife was living in the South and we were chatting on the phone when she said I hope you will dress warmly and not freeze.

This was my moment, so I casually said to her since the wind chill was going to be minus 10 degrees F I would have to put something extra on under my dress slacks as it would just be too cold walking. I proceeded to explain to her that unfortunately I did not have any long underwear and my sweatpants would be too bulky underneath my trousers, so maybe I would have to resort to my last option and wear some tights. There it was thinly disguised. Would she mock me, would she think it weird, would she ask why I have tights? Instead she was intrigued and the next morning she texted me "how do the 'options' feel?" I was ecstatic that she was intrigued. Later in the day she texted back "would I like to borrow her bodystocking?" From that moment, I knew she was definitely my girl.

She indulges me in the bedroom and we both wear tights together to this day. However, I have not fully opened up about my passion for pantyhose/tights but I think with time and love there will be another fringe moment when I tell her more.

15Denier | 2012-09-26 | Comments (0)
Profile Image My passion was given a big kick-start when i was 13 (yes i was a late-starter lol) The school i was in, organised a carnival procession and i was to be one of the devils minions! I had to wear all black, with a plastic devil mask. My mum sorted out my costume and got me to wear a pair of my elder sisters black ribbed school tights. At the time, i was abit wary about wearing them so my mum helped me put them on. Even after the carnival ended, i wore them under my jeans the whole day, and my mum thought nothing of that. Mu mum took some pics of me in the costume and my aunt still has them in a photo-album at her house. I hope to get them back someday. From that day, i would sneak a pair of my mums to indulge myself in! My mum once found my stash, but thats a story for another day! So ive got my mum (and in a way) my elder sister to thank for how my passion started up. From that day i was always aware of all the girls' hosed clad legs, in the schools i went to.

Gsbdph | 2012-08-10 | Comments (0)
Profile Image Mine started you as a product of the girls in school in the 70's and Daisy Duke who had the greatest set of legs ever. I started wearing in high school and thru college and eventually progress to dressing in private. One halloween my first wife and I went to a party with her as a cop and me as a hooked in full drag. She had me fully shaved from the neck down tucked in wearing a red turtle neck bodysuit with 2 pairs of legs sheer energy suntan sheer to waist on my long shapely legs. she made me wear false tits and all, I was in full make up, wig and false nails, top it all off she put me in a black spandex min skirt and 4 inch black shiny pumps. We wend to the party early and as we got to the car she turned me around and cuffed my hands behind my back with real cuffs. I was no in her control and she buckled me in the car and cuffed my ankles together with another set for the ride. at the party I was kept cuffed all night and I was in heaven. I after the party she punished me by keeping me cuffed for the night in drag.

I have worn many times and been bound several of them and it is thrilling to be controlled, I always go out n halloween in drag and love to visit Salem, Mass to see all the legs at Halloween. I have shot lots of photos of women in hose and bondage as well they are posted on here for your enjoyment. Long live pantyhose and keep the nylon flowing.

Hooter | 2012-08-10 | Comments (0)
Profile Image Mine started when I was around 7. My parents owned a womens clothing store. There were more pantyhose in my house, brand new. Never opened before. I used to wear them and try to put them back in the packages the same way. Never could make it look good. But I would put them back and get a new pair the next time. The first time I tried pantyhose on I was in love. I saw more shoeless hosed feet growing up in the 80's and 90's. I had a masterbation addiction by the time I was 10. I got caught many times by my mother. My wife is very open to my fetish and wears for me all the time. But she still doesn't get how addicted I am. She knows I wear them now. I don't wear them with her anymore, but she understands I need my pantyhose time. I love tights and pantyhose. Pantyhose has made me a very open lover with my wife. My fetish is pantyhose, she lets me indulge, and I let her get fucked by whoever she wants. I am straight, but get me in pantyhose and I will eat a mans cum out of her or my own. I don't care at the time because I am so overtaken by the tights or pantyhose that are involved. My fetish has made me feel weird because of the things I will do. But either way, its fun and my wife shares my fetish with me.

SeriousSad | 2012-08-10 | Comments (0)
Profile Image So long as we're sharing stories, encouraged by electricgurl herself, I felt I too need to contribute to our wonderful group;

It's gonna get somewhat explicit and graphic, so stop here if you're gonna feel offended;

Like so many other men here my fascination with nylons began before I even went to school. I was 5 or 6 years old. I remember I used to wonder why some women wear hose and why it's almost always black (it was, and still is, a look popular with religious women who opt for a black veil and matching black nylons and shoes). I even innocently asked my parents why such women dress like that - all in black - and they simply smiled at my curiosity. Not much later I had 2 dreams on the same night, both concerning the said women, one of which I remember vividly enough to relate here. I dreamt of 5 or 6 women sitting around a round table, each putting one of their feet on it, wiggling their toes (clad in black nylons - knee-highs probably as not much higher could be seen), giggling and gladly inviting me to kiss and sniff their feet. I was this mesmerized kid on all fours worshipping them one at a time. The interesting part is it was all focused on the feet cuz if I'm not mistaken all other body parts were covered by the veil.

I woke up confused (I'd had the 2nd dream too) not knowing why I had had such a weird dream, as I come from a non-religious family and that look for a woman is considered non-classy. Nylons were ok, but veils absolutely not.

Later on I remember hiding under my brother's bed staring at his tutor's nylon-clad feet/soles, really getting excited and loving it without, of course, getting aroused. I can recall my parents had to beg me to come out (they thought I'd bother the class) but the tutor often told them I was no nuisance and could lie there!

After this period the hose-loving tendencies were dormant (I can't remember anything anyway) until I hit puberty. That's when I borrowed my mother's fashion magazines and would jerk off to models, mostly sporting or advertising hosiery. At that same age, I also borrowed almost all my mother's pairs of stockings and pantyhose, one or two at a time, to cover my legs and sometimes my hands (one or both) while I jacked off to ecstasy. One trick I was proud of was to cover my penis with one while pulling its other end so it'd stay stretched and gently rubbing it with my other hosed hand till I came. Of course I had to wash them and dry them before putting them back where they belonged. Everybody was confused by how long it took for me to have a bath or (sorry to be blunt) take a number 2. I even asked my mom to never remove the mat in the bathroom - you see, I didn't want to sit on the cold tiles while I did my thing.
And of course, showering in hosiery is another thing I was so interested in. I even tailored her hosiery to make stockings out of pantyhose pairs, and even enjoyed wearing the remaining see-thru boxers. :))) This pretty much shaped up my teen ages.

When I had access to internet, I started looking up stocking pictures, oddly enough I disliked any and all pantyhose.

Now I think I like them both but prefer pantyhose. I even get a kick out of nylon socks and nylon gloves, really anything which is nylon :) One thing I truly love is reinforced toes. They're so yum!

As for wearing them out in the open, I honestly don't have the courage. I conjured up enough courage to wear them to school but I had to be cautious if my hosed butt was showing when I sat, so I decided not to do that anymore. These days I sometimes feel compelled to pick the used up ones from the street floor if no one's looking :D but rarely put a pair on, you never know when there'd be a knock on your door.

That's it I guess. My story. Feel free to ask if there's anything vague. :)

Bydlo | 2012-07-15 | Comments (0)
Profile Image Hi everyone.

I had a different experience than most of you but not that different as a whole and how I developed liking pantyhose to death.

At a very early age, I didn't really come to think of pantyhose as something I fantasized about, but really interestingly, I was thinking about which color nylons do look best on women, which turned in my sweetest pondering, whats best, black or brown nylons.

But up to until my 12 age, I didn't develop any fetish other than being a captive or prisoner of women, By god nothing femdom and bondage stuff you see for this topic, but just romantic submissive without all spanking, whipping and torturing, which totally freaks me out and make me disgusted.

Then at around my 12th birthday, I've come to a friendly fight with a much older girl (18 or 19), and you can just imagine who was winning the "fight" and who on the other hand really enjoyed losing it.

And as she was pinning me down face to face, holding my hands with hers, she positioned on top of me with her brown-nylon feet on my thighs accidentaly touching my groin I just had the craziest epiphany in my life. The sensation of her nyloned feet on my body, while being captivated by her just transformed my life forever.

I am now, 8 years after, still a pretty hard-core nylon fan.. I can't say I love wearing them, although I did try wearing them to work one day, and didn't really feel like that's necessary. They're very very very comfy clothing though, I still don't understand women who don't like wearing them.

Steelyman | 2012-07-15 | Comments (0)
Profile Image Like a lot of folks on here my pantyhose (or tights as we call them here in the UK) obsession started with my mum. She nearly always wore tights and back in the early 70's short skirts and dresses. My dad would often grope her around the house, sticking his hand up her skirt when she was doing housework etc. I used to watch and think how good it looked. When I was very young I took to lying on the floor so that she had to step over me, I could then get a quick look up her. She had great legs and a very sexy bum. As the years went by I never missed an opportunity to look up her skirt and fantasise about feeling her up

Shineyhoselover | 2012-07-14 | Comments (27)
Profile Image Well guess it's about time I share my story so I will try to keep it short and sweet. My obsession started when I was 5, except back then it was nylon stockings. My mother would leave hers hanging in the shower and I would always admire them swaying when the wind would blow through the bathroom window plus the sheen caught my eye as well so much so that I decided to try them on. Little did I know that at that moment I was hooked for life. I didn't try them on again until I was 8 for the simple fact that getting caught was to much to bare at a young age. When I wore them again at 8 it became a daily experience for me so much so that I started taking them and keeping them for myself. I also remember at this same age of having my very first true erotic experience. We had an art project to do and it required a single nylon stocking. The one girl I grew up with sat across from me. She brought in a pair in a very silky shiny grey colored stocking and while in class she slipped off her shoe and slid on the stocking and was running her hands up and down her leg. Even at that young of an age I was entranced by what she was doing and sat and watched. Didn't realize I had a hard on at the time.

Eventually as nylon stockings gave way to pantyhose in the 70's, I moved to them and would always stash a pair away and wearing when no one was home. That gave way to me eventually cross-dressing in my sisters clothes in my teens. It was always the shine and how they glistened in the light that you could say mesmerized me and this has stayed with me to this very day plus the fact I loved how they felt. In my case I guess you could say all of this was bound to happen when you look at what girls wore during the disco days and I always enjoyed catching glimpses no matter where you went. I always wanted to wear what they wore.

My sexual pleasure with pantyhose did not happen until I was nearing puberty when things made more sense because I was older. I used to enjoy wearing a pair when I was in junior high on days that I did not have gym and knew I could get away with it. I kept all of this quiet as I grew older (especially because of the parents I had and growing up in a large family you had to keep quiet) and never shared at all until I was on my way to my second marriage.To which I will agree with Electricgurl somewhat on the fact that yes it did cause some difficulty in my second marriage because my wife at the time was jealous my legs looked better in pantyhose than hers. She also only wanted me to wear for sex and I enjoyed wearing all the time. Eventually, I think things became way to much for her and she could not handle it as well as other issues. So this is why when I post in my gallery you will see nylon stockings and pantyhose pictures. It's what I grew up with and enjoy wearing.

I doubt I will ever share my obsession should I ever decide to have another woman in my life only because of what I went through before. I will though should I ever have a very open minded woman who enjoys pantyhose and if I feel comfortable enough to share and even then I will be very cautious.

I also know that I have found a home here to enjoy my obsession and I thoroughly enjoy everyone's company and how all of us have the same passions.

Pocky | 2012-07-02 | Comments (0)
Profile Image When I was in 8th grade, I started to notice that girls had nice legs. I was just into legs. Didn't matter if they were covered or not. A couple years later, however, noticed that it was the hose-covered legs I liked best.

One day in class, I saw this girl in front of me take off her shoes and wiggle her toes. Instantly aroused! I was hooked on hose from then on. I even started compiling a list of who whore hose and what colors they had on. It was even better when girls had to dress "formal" for events after school and had hose on during class...

College was great. I could go to pantyhose fetish sites from my off-campus apartment and even order tapes.

There weren't many women wearing hose while I was in college though :(

Now I see tights everywhere! It's wonderful where I live.

EricD14 | 2012-06-30 | Comments (0)
Profile Image I have many memories of different pantyhose experiences, so I guess I'll start at the beginning. I remember walking in on my grandmother getting dressed (maybe more than once?) while she was only in a bra and hose. I didn't recognize any feelings at that time, I was probably under 5 years old at that time.

In 5th grade I remember the first girl I saw in a mini skirt, and maybe because I have the class picture to remind me, I saw the first pair of flesh tone tights or pantyhose on a classmate. In Jr. high (called middle school now) my fascination for pantyhose really took off and I was aware of it. Classmates, teachers, and ladies at church (including my mom) all grabbed my attention when wearing hose. This was about the time I first experimented by trying on a pair of my moms hose, and it was great.

I had the same feelings during high school as well, but did not have the confidence to share with anyone, or to ask a girl out just because I was attracted to her because of her legs. I thought that being attracted to someone because of their hair or their clothes (or boobs) was normal and that was how I was "supposed" to feel attracted to them. I was attracted to them for those reasons as well, but it just wasn't the same. I had an experience at church when two classmates were both wearing and were discussing the situation of being dressed up for Easter service. One told the other "I can't believe I'm wearing pantyhose." "I know, right? I can't wait to get home and change" said the second girl. Hearing this, I tried to add my two cents into the conversation by saying "I figured you would be used to wearing them" as if they wore them all the time like I wore tube socks. The conversation stopped there, and that helped reinforce the notion that pantyhose was a "taboo" subject. I should have just given them a compliment on how nice they looked and left it at that. I wouldn't dare admit how much I liked them in pantyhose.

As an adult, I've had plenty of experiences with co-workers and such, but no meaningful relationships with anyone who is into pantyhose as much as I am. As society gets (and dresses) more informal, the opportunities to see or meet anyone who wears is getting next to impossible, especially here in southern California. I feel if I had even 5% more guts to actually compliment or mention how nice someone looked while wearing, maybe hose would still be a common item of clothing. I feel like its one of those "you don't know what you've got until it's gone" situations.

I've been out wearing with shorts for almost 7 years now, and all my family and close friends know I wear. I'm still not sure how many casual friends know or recognize that I wear since I stay with the sheer skin tones, and if they have noticed, they probably don't care to hassle me about it and just accept it. I've had a few "dude, are you wearing stockings?" moments but I just smile and tell them yes I am, and that's as far as it goes. There are not many places and situations where I have not worn out in public, and I'm still alive (and thriving) to tell the tale and maybe open some eyes to different ideas. I'm very happy to be a part of this community, and I hope everyone can find that comfort zone of being happy by just being yourself.

Hambone | 2012-06-27
Profile Image I really wish I knew.

I vaguely remember messing around and trying on a pair of my mom's pantyhose when I was very young, but it was by no means a regular thing. It seems it wasn't until much later in life that I started to wear them more often (after getting married). I have always loved to look at women in hosiery, but the obsession to wear them myself seemed to have come from nowhere in particular.

Nowadays I don't really wear pantyhose too much, but if my wife was more into it, I would probably find myself in them every day. I really like the feeling, but its not worth it becoming a problem with my marriage, so for now its just sort of a treat.

Belair19702002 | 2012-06-22 | Comments (4)
Profile Image I don't remember how my fascination with pantyhose started, but I will tell you about my earliest pantyhose memory.

Please forgive me if I'm short on details, this happened when I was 4 (I think), I'm 45 now, so this was quite a while ago.

Anyway, I can remember going with my parents to what I believe was a nursing home to visit an eldery relative (again, I think). There was a woman at this visit also, she may have been another relative, I'm not sure. Again, please forgive me, I'm trying to relate the sketchy memories of a small child. I can tell you that she was an adult, maybe in her mid to late 20's. I do remember that she was wearing pantyhose. Anyway, I must have spent about 90% of the visit on the floor by her, rubbing her legs. I was, as I say, about 4 years old, so there was no sexual arousal, but I can remember her legs feeling wonderful, and not wanting to stop. I don't remember any of the adults saying anything to me about it either. As small as I was, they were probably just happy that I was sitting still and being quiet.

Now I wish I could tell you why I did this, but I honestly can't remember. I've tried to remember, have been frustrated that I can't.

Well, that's my story, I wish there was more I could tell. I hope everyone finds it interesting.

Eddie

Nyleth | 2012-06-15 | Comments (0)
Profile Image It's great to read the stories of people who share the same passion. It's curious how early age and being in contact with a lot of females, like mother, aunts, sisters, friends, etc. introduced the fascination for that particular type of underwear.

I can't remember very well when it all started, the precise age I mean, but I was very young. My first memory concerning pantyhose was as a kid (six years old maybe) imagining how it would feel like to be wearing that stretchy transparent material on legs and on the upper part, like being totally encased. No sexual intentions there, but growing up near female relatives who commonly wore pantyhose just made me curious about the material.

Then there was a time, early teenage years, where my curiosity when further and I decided to steal a regular tan pair from my mothers drawer. I used it under my pijamas without anyone knowing for a full day and went to bed with them. Without know how I was doing it, the strange arousal led to my first orgasm. That is how sexuality started to get related to pantyhose for me. In my young mind I related that wearing pantyhose felt good and made me climax and so I wanted to wear it more and more. That started a long period of stealing and then returning (sometimes not) without notice (or so I hope) the pantyhose from my mother. With the arrival of internet my research went further and so did my fetish. Then girlfriends came along, and I didn't need to steal from my mother's pantyhose drawer again. I always loved and encouraged them to wear pantyhose and even got from them a few pairs as a souvenir, that I secretly wore.

There was a big confusion and shame on what I was doing. I felt apart and sinful from my dirty acts but I couldn't help it, but I forced myself to quit for long periods of time. It was like a love and hate situation. I was in denial and feeling ashamed.

Of course as I grew up into adulthood my view on the fetish changed and I accepted it for what it was and started to learn more about it. Stealing was not required anymore because I gained the courage to buy my own pairs. I live the fetish secretly because I like it that way, I cherish my privacy in those matters since it's a very controversial and not that well accepted thing for common society. Although I let my girlfriends know how much I love tights of course, but I never say that I occasionally wear them.

And this is "were my passion started" :)





Bennyhose | 2012-05-16 | Comments (0)
Profile Image I'd had an obsession with hosiery since I was five and saw my aunt wearing full-fashion stockings - this was just a few years before pantyhose became popular. I would spend a lot of time looking at the hosiery section of catalogs, and looking at the nylon-covered legs of my mom's friends. By the time I was eleven, I was really getting into doing "naughty" sexual things whenever I had the house to myself for a few hours. Things like walking around the house in the nude, and looking at my dad's Playboy magazines.

One day, I was naked and looking for my dad's magazines when I came across my mom's collection of stockings. They felt so soft and silky in my hands, and they were so thin and weightless, that I wondered how it must feel for a woman to wear something so diaphanous. I knew the only way to find out was to try them on. Although walking around the house in the nude was extremely exciting, and gave me a constant erection, wearing stockings was ten times more exciting!

It was later that year - when my mom bought her first pair of pantyhose - that I got to try those as well. I loved the fact that the nylon went all the way to my waist, that you didn't need to wear a girdle to hold them up (she didn't use garter belts), but mostly I loved the way the nylon felt against my cock. I've been addicted to pantyhose ever since.

Hoseboy30 | 2012-04-25 | Comments (0)
Profile Image I started with my Mums tights when i was 6, and haven't stopped since then. As you can imagine, having an orgasm aged 6 in tights has set me up with a very strong association :) I then grew up stealing her tights for a few stolen breathless moments before nervously returning them, hoping to leave them as i found them. More often than not, i'd be found out and be made to feel guilt and shame. So, growing up, i felt compelled and disgusted with myself, and would accrue a collection of tights, and would purge and tell myself i'd move on. Until i'd find myself stroking and choosing from among the large collection my mother had.
When i was 18, i had a seasonal job in a hotel, which was live in, and off season i'd return home to live with my parents until next season. This was brilliant for me as both my parents worked, and i would have all day to spend in my mums tights drawers and dresses. I can't possibly explain (or maybe i don't have to) how utterly intoxicating it was to make myself look womanly in her tights, boots, slips and skirts. Posing in the floor to ceiling mirror, and lying on the bed adjusting my tights and enjoying being enveloped by them, or admiring the packaging of an unopened pack. Perhaps peeling it open just enough to feel some of the material. Imagining the sensations in wearing them.
Imagining all kinds of scenarios, and losing myself again and again that day. Bringing myself to climax, quickly undressing and going downstairs, before steeling myself and running upstairs again to drench myself in paradise once more.
When i lived alone, in my own flat, i had no tv or computer, just a radio and a drawer full of tights :) Fun times indeed.

I've since met an utterly wonderful and beautiful woman, who has given me her heart completely and has taken mine too, and despite not understanding or sharing my love for these sensual garments, has chosen not to hate me for it. I would like to be less slaved to this desire, and to control it more, so we'll see.

Fishguide | 2012-04-19 | Comments (0)
Profile Image hello all.....

I have decided to write a little...

Well lets see, i would say my pantyhose fetish started when i was about 8 years old... At this time.. i was surrounded by women all the time in skirts and dress and i liked touching them.. at this age i liked putting them on and feeling the smooth feeling it felt.. but by the time i was 15 i didnt wear them anymore.. but my mothers friend used to come over all the time.. and wore pantyhose and stockings and she never could sit like a lady so it made me look more.. should would always wanted me to rub her feet and legs so by the age of 15 it was out of control.. its all i could think of..and her in her pantyhose.. she was not alot older than me only by a couple of yr's.. by the time i was 17 she had stopped by and was hanging out.. as usual she wanted he feet rubbed.. but later on that evening turned into more... next thing i knew i was under her skirt.. and let me tell you ever since that day... until present i have a very bad fetish for pantyhose.. i prefer Pantyhose/tights.. im not much of a fan of Stockings or Fishnets at all... So one day i started with a idea to start photographing women so i did.. in 1994 i start taking pictures of young and older women in pantyhose in all kinda of settings..

Im married and have 6 children. my wife doesnt like to wear pantyhose.. but will from time to time... i also have a thing for toes.. a womens toes must be sexy.. my wife does make fun but good fun about it.. when we go out.. shes like theres some OTS's Which is Open toes shoes.. lol.. but when i women has PH on... i have to look.. or snap a picture if possible..

Well its probaly not the best story or i could of done better.. but i winged it..

Thanks
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