Lingerie fetish

Submitted by Bas 

In retrospect, I think it started around the age of thirteen. I had a very good friend at football and I was there very often, because they had a large garden where we could play football. They had a large desk inside with a computer where we often played games. They also had a computer room on the first floor where we only came to get a game, cable, CD, etc. When I got there at some point I noticed that the room had now also become his (good-looking) younger sister's dressing room. 

In addition to his sister, his parents also lived there. They both worked during the week and were often away from home on weekends. During the weekends I was there day and night, so to speak, and logically I often slept over. One morning I woke up and that friend was still asleep. I decided to go downstairs. His room was on the second floor, so I had to go via the first floor to the ground floor where I sat at the computer. After a while I went to see if my friend was awake yet, but that was not the case.

It was also the period when I started to become interested in girls. Suddenly I realized that I was 'alone' at home and I became very curious about the underwear his sister was wearing. Before I knew it, I was in the 'computer room' looking for his sister's underwear, which I found not much later. To my surprise I soon saw a dozen cute thongs in a cupboard. I also suddenly realized what I was doing and quickly left it for what it was in the hope that this would satisfy my curiosity.
A long time passed until one morning when I was 'alone' at home with them again.

My attention immediately went to his sister's thongs. Once in her room I was quite excited thinking about her thongs. Without controlling myself I undressed and put on one of her thongs. I started jerking myself off. I couldn't stand the horniness anymore and came in no time in the sink, which was in the same room. Now that my horniness was gone I immediately felt a great sense of shame. I didn't have much time to think about it, because basically someone could come in at any time. It ended well, but at that moment I thought: this was once, but never again.

However, things turned out differently. The above situation, parents and sister away and boyfriend still asleep, occurred regularly and I often got the urge to jerk off while wearing her thongs/bikini and sometimes also pantyhose/outerwear. On the way to his sister's dressing room I also passed his parents' bedrooms. One day this door was about eight inches ajar. Previously this door was always closed and it had never occurred to me to go inside. However, the crack was enough to make me extremely curious.

Although that did not remove the threshold, as I had no alibi for being in that room, it did lower it. His mother looked quite good for her age and her body was certainly still there. She certainly had a D cup and a good ass for her age. I went looking for her lingerie and quickly discovered that she was also wearing thongs. I was slightly disappointed that they were basic thongs, but it didn't stop me from putting them on and climaxing in them too. Each time ending with a lot of shame. I don't know how many times this has happened over the years, but at least about five times.

We got older and he moved in with his girlfriend. Because of the situation I no longer had the opportunity to develop my fetish. In some ways that was a relief, because it was apparently not possible to control myself. Luckily I was never caught during those years. A few times it happened that I almost got caught. Of course I also knew that this was not normal. Yet I could always justify it to myself, because it was due to my fetish and I always neatly threw the thongs in the wash for hygiene reasons. So I also had to make sure I only wore thongs of which they clearly had several.

Otherwise it might have been noticed. I thought I was 'cured', but nothing turned out to be further from the truth when I unexpectedly found myself alone at home with that same friend and his girlfriend. Not my type facially, but still attractive because of her slim build, C-cup and nice round buttocks. Immediately when my boyfriend went to get something somewhere (and his girlfriend had been away for a while), the desire to wear lingerie came back. She had beautiful thongs and bras, which I happily put on and brought myself to a nice climax. 

This also happened several times, until they bought a house and the situation changed. Once again I stopped performing my lingerie/panty fetish, because it had become very difficult. Getting caught was of course not the intention. The result: quiet years without wearing women's lingerie passed, until I got a girlfriend myself in 2016. Never before have I been able to perform my fetish so low-risk and I did this occasionally when I was in a horny mood. Although I have sometimes made myself up with her things and worn her heels, I noticed that the lingerie especially appealed to me.

The thong stood head and shoulders above the rest for me. After a year and a half I was caught by my girlfriend. She said little about it. On average, I have a mood once or twice a month where I like to wear lingerie. I think it would be a lot of fun to be dressed and made up by a woman. That's a fantasy that seems exciting to carry out. I also think it would be fun to go to a store with a woman and then receive exciting assignments from her that I have to complete in exchange for a reward. I'm very open-minded, but these fantasies stand out for me.

Since I broke up with my girlfriend I have also bought a few things in a horny mood, but I wear it much less than during my relationship. Partly because there was also psychological excitement in the fact that it was her lingerie. That was always an important aspect. Over the years, between the ages of thirteen and twenty-nine, I think I have worn lingerie, mainly thongs, on a total of ten to fifteen different women. I could never restrain myself when I saw the opportunity. It may be hard to understand, but I could never think straight about things like this and before I knew it I was in a thong again.

During New Year's Eve I stayed the night with friends. I woke up later than her and quickly went to her room to put on her lingerie. The cupboard made some noise, so I quickly left. The cabinet probably didn't even make much noise, but at that moment everything sounded three times louder to me, so I was there one evening to play games, but first I had to walk the dog. Then you hope that you can be 'home' alone in some way and that they will walk the dog together. Of course you don't want to say that so bluntly, so you try to be cryptic.

That I did connect the game console, etc., but unfortunately that didn't really work. Not that they don't trust me of course, but more that they just think, no, that's possible later. Come along and have fun. Never say never, but I have resigned myself to the fact that it is not possible. I have also decided that if I meet a new girlfriend I will also stop it or bring it up for discussion. Somehow I think it was nice. Getting caught by the wrong guy could turn my life upside down. I had previously tried to quit by buying some things myself, but that was not enough. I think somewhere it is/was the inexplicable tension.

I was almost caught once before by the same ex who finally caught me. Not with clothes on, but with make-up on. I had put on some stuff for fun and washed my face really well afterwards, I thought. She came home later and quickly said something about my eyes. My heart started beating faster, but of course I had to play it cool. I think it worked, but that was also a moment when I realized that it could be difficult to keep something like that a secret from your girlfriend. By the way, I also wanted to tell you that I had those moments, but you are still afraid of the consequences.

Some may also associate it with being homosexual, but I am 100 percent straight and therefore only interested in men. This is really completely different from that.