Hello Ladies,
A long time since I posted. I've missed you all.
My first exposure to great lingerie were from my father's November 1983 edition of Playboy which he stored on the top of the bookcase in the dining room in our house. The centerfold was Veronica Gamba. She was a raven haired knockout and she wore a black gartered teddy with black lace stockings. I still remember one of the quotes in her pictorial.
"I love being a woman. I like the idea of being pampered and having that feminine quality. But sometimes I wonder what it might be like being a man."
That thought struck me and has resonated with me for a long time. I started to identify with that quote and began to imagine what it might be like being a woman and to wear that lovely outfit she wore.
For several months I admired Veronica's lovely image. I started to imagine what it would be like to wear those clothes. I eventually plucked up enough courage to open up my mother's lingerie drawer. I found a garterbelt and a bra. There were no stockings, so I grabbed a pair of her pantyhose and cut off the tops. I slid the nylon up my leg and attached the garters. I imagined I was the very epitome of femininity that I saw in lovely Veronica's picture.
I've been hooked ever since.