How You Became a CD Slut

It started with your mother’s pantyhose. There was something about them that fascinated you. You were inexplicably drawn to them. You touched the delicate fibres and already your young cock stirred. As you excitedly pulled them on, your erection was now becoming painful. You loved how they enveloped your lower body, and you could not help but stroke your legs to feel the sensation of your skin against the nylon.

As you entered your teenage years, you discovered pornographic literature. Soft core flesh mags, dirty stories amongst the glossy pages and young women with their legs spread wide, giving you your first sight of pussy. You enjoyed seeing the girls with their underwear on just as much as you liked to see a glimpse of labia amongst the big pubic bushes! You would peruse the ladies underwear section of the home catalogue, amazed by the styles and different colours. Women’s underwear was just so much prettier and exciting than dull men’s undergarments. You were attracted to how good the models looked, but secretly you wanted to know how it felt to be encased in all that glorious nylon, satin, silk and lace. You were fascinated by the bodices, corsets and girdles, wondering how to clip the stocking tops to the lacy garter belts.

But then the real world beckoned, and you took your first steps into work and a career. For the first time, you had some disposable income. The fascination with lingerie had not abated, and you would spend your weekends gazing into store front displays at the mannequins adorned in nylon and lace, trying to build up the nerve to go inside. After several weeks, you would enter the store and seek out the lingerie section, and wander around the underwear, already in a heightened state of nervousness and semi arousal. The middle aged store assistant would ask if you needed any help, but you would blush a shade of beetroot and say, ‘No thanks’, and make a retreat, thwarted by your embarrassment. But you had made the first foray, and you would later return.