I Steal Women's Underwear
Borrowed But Never Stolen... Growing up as a young boy with an uncontrolable desire to wear lingerie. How else would you get it if you didn't borrow or steal? I started out with my younger sisters pettycoats and nighties until I out grew her, and her pretty things didn't fit me anymore. I then had to take the risk of borrowing my mothers nightgowns and panties.
My grandmother moved in with us and I would find myself getting very excited watching her walk around in her vintage full slips. I had a burrning desire to feel what it was like to wear one. I couldn't resist checking out her slip drawer. The drawer was filled to the top with beautiful slips. I have no idea how many were in there. My problem was, she was so extremely neat, all folded to perfection. If I was to borrow one there would be no chance of me being able to refold to her perfection. I could only look but not touch.
She moved out and got her own apartment. In a few years she passed away. I had just gotten my drives license and I knew where my mother keeped the key to her apartment. The thought of going over there and helping myself to as many of those slips as I wanted, that I so longed to experience wearing was enough to make me cream in my pants.
Unfortunatly! I wasn't able to bring myself to do it. I loved my grandma and I believe in life after death and the thought of her looking down on me taking her slips stopped me.
I had to wait several more years before I was blessed with a slip just like her's that majically appeared for my taking and enjoyment. That is another story I have written about in another experience. Very spooky if you think about it! If you like this story the other one is a must read.
I Love Wearing Ladies Slips - My First Slip (a gift from Heaven)
My grandmother moved in with us and I would find myself getting very excited watching her walk around in her vintage full slips. I had a burrning desire to feel what it was like to wear one. I couldn't resist checking out her slip drawer. The drawer was filled to the top with beautiful slips. I have no idea how many were in there. My problem was, she was so extremely neat, all folded to perfection. If I was to borrow one there would be no chance of me being able to refold to her perfection. I could only look but not touch.
She moved out and got her own apartment. In a few years she passed away. I had just gotten my drives license and I knew where my mother keeped the key to her apartment. The thought of going over there and helping myself to as many of those slips as I wanted, that I so longed to experience wearing was enough to make me cream in my pants.
Unfortunatly! I wasn't able to bring myself to do it. I loved my grandma and I believe in life after death and the thought of her looking down on me taking her slips stopped me.
I had to wait several more years before I was blessed with a slip just like her's that majically appeared for my taking and enjoyment. That is another story I have written about in another experience. Very spooky if you think about it! If you like this story the other one is a must read.
I Love Wearing Ladies Slips - My First Slip (a gift from Heaven)
