(Of makeup, stockings girdles, long nails, pantyhose, etc etc etc.)
So many of you gals write to tell me about your past experiences, or essentially how you got to where you are now. I have had more than my share of interesting experiences, often detailed in these pages.
Oh, BTW, This is a spectacular new long 2 piece dress I got a few months ago at Estelle’s. Eat you hearts out!
So just the other night in the horrible summer heat I got “dragged” to a function because I knew a woman would be there who I think is sexy. (Stalker? Moi? Never!!)
The woman in question didn’t let me down, wearing a spectacular long gown with a very high slit and shiny fishnet style hose, her silicone enhanced breasts waiting to explode
This got me to thinking, which you all know is very dangerous, and I started to ponder my little life. For what you ask? How many times has this ulterior motive driven my behavior? I think back to when all this started, and the original April. I was 15 and destined for an Ivy League education, she had quit high school and was going to hairdressing school. Which she flunked out of. Yet when she in her glorious teased bleach blond ‘do suggested we go to a secluded place behind a building to make out, I went because I wanted to see her underwear! And she didn’t let me down either, a black bra, black panty girdle and black stockings.
I am not sure why certain women were interested in me as I wasn’t the best looking guy in the neighborhood. But they did, and I took advantage of them. My sessions at a lake where we all went “parking” with Margie had more to do with what she might be wearing and had to get out of. And since I bear no resemblance in any way to the infamous John C Homes, I wasn’t sure why they kept after me.
Margie was fun because she almost always wore a girdle. She loved it when the split crotch became available. She’d buy a 6 pack (She was 22 I think, I was 17) and we’d sit and drink and she’d tell me all the things she planned to do in life, right after she finished a few courses in accounting at a 2 year college she was going to at night. I wanted her out of her dress so I could see her foundations.
In my teens I used to ride my bike a substantial distance so I could ride past a corsetiere. This ended up being one of the first places I had to courage to shop in
Then from there I would ride to another city to go past an Albert’s store
Once in university I dated a woman who worked full time at a discount store for minimum wage because I liked her makeup. She would put it on everywhere as well, even in church at a wedding we went to.
Because I travel a lot I have meet some women on the road—like the showgirl in Vegas who blew me away with her makeup and outfit. My disappointment was immense when she came out afterwards sans the makeup and outfit, wearing jeans and sneakers!
Once out of university I took a job in Atlanta, which I hated, and I hated the job as well. I moved back to Boston, and took a job selling advertising so I could eat (and buy makeup!). There were 8 or 9 stores that would never advertise, yet I would go in all the time, smile on my face, free newspaper in my hand, so I could see what the women were wearing. There was the most amazing redhead who one day said “You are so persistent, I am going to advertise with you”. One by one they all came around, my boss thought I was a genius, I made a ton of money, and I got to see shoes and stockings and skirts and dresses
Before I traveled a lot, and there was the magic of Sephora, buying makeup was an adventure. Like all of us, I started at the health and beauty store, but that wasn’t enough for me, so I drove a good 20 miles from home, and went to Filenes in a mall. There was one overly made up woman after another, and I was in heaven, spent more than I had, but kept going back.
I have also dated a number of women who sold makeup. The first one had the extra added bonus of having a pantyhose fetish! She lived with her parents in a small mother in law sort of room. She had hundreds of packages she had never worn, and had never worn a pair more than once. One day I said to her “You should wear two pairs” and she answered “I do all the time”. I stayed with her for months because of this
I remember insisting that an uncle and his third wife that nobody liked me be invited to my graduation party. We had a pool, she had big breasts and would wear pantyhose under her swimsuit. Again I was not disappointed
I used to spend hours and hours in vintage clothing stores looking for foundations or slips
So it turns out that Carol has a little kinky side to her. She introduced me to "electro-stimulation" the other day
I am not sure about it yet, though I must admit having her spend 20 minutes attaching all these things to me was fun
This dress is from R&M Richards, a brand I buy a lot. They always seem to fit to size, so buy with confidence
I almost didn't buy it because it did not have a back zip
Have you noticed that animal prints are back? I have and you'll see a few new outfits here soon
Thanks to all of you who sent me to EBay for decorated nails. I had tried EBay but came up with nothing because I was searching "Fake nails"!
And thanks especially to Janine for showing me her collction of nails!
I got a call this week from Nurse Cathy, back now in the area and looking to get her clientele back
Naturally I invited her over!
