A recent post over at JamieLin's blog got me thinking about life in high school and my first years out of college. She was lamenting (correct me if I'm misinterpreting, Jamie) her lonely years after a girlfriend had left her when she only had her hands and borrowed clothes to fulfill her needs. I had a similar problem in high school.

I was very much too timid to ask girls on dates, let alone hope to ever get the chance for any sexual interaction. In high school I was feeling down because most of my friends were dating and masturbating made me feel good. Many a weekend night was spent in my room 'studying' the porn collection I had. Some of it was my older brother's, some was what I bought (still can't believe all the porn I bought while underage!), and some was the Victoria's Secret catalogs that were still being sent to my sisters even though they were in college. This was the early '80's so no Internet or DVDs, and no VCR either.

My parents would occasionally be away for a night or sometimes overnight and that was my time for fun. As soon as they'd leave I'd strip down to nothing, take a shower, and then take out the porn. I'd spend hours looking through all of the magazines, catalogs, and single pages. I'd sort through them and arrange them with a common theme - all breasts, all legs, brunettes, blonds, lesbians, girls looking at the camera, feet, asses, all in similar poses - anything to make it interesting. I jerked off in every room in the house, on the tables, chairs, beds, the garage, the car in the garage, and after dark, on the back patio or in the woods next to our house. I'd occasionally take a pair of my sisters' panties or bikini bottoms and use them or wear them. I really liked how the bikini bottoms felt and fit. Their shoes didn't fit my feet, but my cock fit nicely into their heels. After a while I didn't mind so much not having a girlfriend or going on dates.

In college there just wasn't much opportunity for that kind of fun. Too many roommates in the dorms, too much school work to be done. Summer vacations were iffy as a sibling or two would be living at home.

After college I got a great job in another state and had my own apartment for many years. It was an oasis for masturbation. I'd come home from work, shower, eat some diner, and then have the rest of the night for fun. I always told people to call first before visiting just to make sure I was dressed and the place was clean. Although there were a few times that I was caught off-guard ("Yes, I wear shorts in the winter," or "I was just going to take a shower" were common excuses). I had a VCR and made many trips to the video rental store. I'm pretty sure the clerks there and at the book store knew that I was there for only one thing - porn.

The apartment complex had a pool, and, darn, my apartment didn't face it. However, I would always go out there to tan and swim. There were usually a few women or girls out too. I'd lay there "reading" while ogling them. Then back to the apartment for some fun time!

I was usually naked from the time I got home to the time I left for work the next day. It was around this time that I really started paying more attention to women wearing hosiery - in real life and in pictures. One time I found a pair of pantyhose in the laundry room. They were there when I put my laundry in the washer and after it came out of the dryer. No one was around so I took them. At first it was just nice to rub myself with them. The silky feel of the nylon felt soooo good! After a few times I thought I'd put them on just for kicks. Well, it was like a bolt of lightning hit me! I was so overcome with the electric sensation of the nylon on my feet, legs, and cock that I came without effort. From that moment on I was hooked. I started buying pantyhose from grocery stores, department stores, Victoria's Secret. I bought all the brands and styles that I could find, looking for the 'ultimate' nylon experience.

Now I'd come home from work, shower, eat, then slip into a pair of stockings or pantyhose for my fun time. After a while panties entered the picture. Then bras. Then shoes. My underwear drawer was half men's, half women's. Girlfriend? Who needed a girlfriend? I was having my own kind of fun! Then someone did find out. I usually just left my lingerie and magazines on my bed or dresser when I left for work. No need to clean up as it was just me in the apartment.

I was also ordering from the Victoria's Secret catalog, and the packages would arrive at the apartment complex's office. The women that worked their would always ask about them when I'd pick them up. "For my sister's birthday," or "For a friend," I'd say. Then one day they were all smiles and very talkative when I picked up a package. It wasn't until I arrived back in my apartment that I realized why they didn't ask who it was for, and why they did ask about what I liked in the catalogs.

During the day they had to enter my apartment to check on the air conditioning/heater and they left a note saying they did (apparently they were checking all the systems in everyone's apartments). Well, on the dining room table I had left a couple catalogs, a few magazines, and the previous night's outfit. Ooops! They never let on that they knew, and I never let on that I knew they knew. It was a lot of fun while it lasted.

Last day on the beach. There's some fine five-star bikini ass walking about! If only it were legal to 'take care of oneself' I'd be having one heck of a day...

Rainy day at the shore today, not much to do. Short white shirt-dresses on the waitresses at the pancake house - very see-through - nice panties on all!

Sitting on the beach reading and watching women walk by. Ran a 10 mile race on Sat on the beach - lots of bikinis!

Argh! It's been a very slow posting period for me. I'm still here, but on vacation. I'll try to post by SMS. For some reason I can't post picture messages from my cell phone.

New Blog, but I'm still here

I started a new blog over at Posterious.com. There's only one post there so far that links back to here, and an expanded "About Me" page. I'll still post here - I haven't given this blog up. Why the move? As you may have noticed on my profile page, there was a long list of other blogs that I am/was a Team Member of. It was/is a community of bloggers to mostly share porn. For some reason Blogger took all of the sites down. The organizers moved over to Posterious to continue on, and in order for me to remain part of the community I had to start an account over there.

So this has started me thinking. With two blogs I can make each one about their own subject. Not really sure what those subjects will be. Maybe this one more about cross dressing, fashion, and more 'vanilla' topics, and the other about more pervy subjects and pictures. But then what to do about all of the old posts on either subject? And what to do about the Followers and others like you that visit? Sure, lots of folks have moved from one blog site to another with few hic-ups. I'll have to think about it...