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First I tried putting on tights in the age of 9 when I found them lying on a shelf in our bathroom. Something inside me wanted to experience women fellings. They were my mother's tights - thin, dark skin coloured. I put them on my legs and enjoyed that new and unkwown felling, when that thin tight material fitted close to my legs. I was so excited of this experience, that I had to masturbate. Since the time I had always waited for beeing alone at home. In the morning I set alarm an hour earlier than usual, all the family went away and I had enough time before going to school. I went to my parent's bedroom, headed for drawer with tights. I took worn tights, but I had to be careful, not to damage them and to put them back. I also tried on mother's underwear, shoes and even her dress - I was very courious. I was satisfied with her clothing till my 15. In that age I bought my first own tights. It was an autumn, most girls wore black opaque tights, so my choise was clear. I visited one small specialised shop, where I bought 50DEN black pantyhose - Ela Daniela. I was fascinated,I almost couldn't wait for being home alone again and for trying them on. I was visiting internet café, where I was downloading pictures and finding fetish sites. There I fonud czech sites www.volny.cz/puka. Reading author's CV I ermembered my own but completely the same experiences, that made me feel so beautiful and horny, that my underpants were wet at the moment. Fortunately I thing nobody noticed my hidden explosion :-)) I bought more tights and my collection enlarged. It may be strange but the moment of buying tights I was (and still I am) excited as well as wearing them. Wearing tights satisfied my lust - to feel like a women. But after each orgasm was everything completely different - I only wanted to be "normal". I wanted to stop, wanted not to be fetishist. Once I decided to finish forever, I get rid of all my hosiery, except for a few tights - the oldest ones (like a souvenirs :-). But after half a year was everything back. My unsatisfied lust couldn't wait no more and there was no other way. I found it's something that I can't change, something that I can't get rid of. After 6 month of relationship, I decided to tell about my "hobby" to my (nowadays former) girlfried. She was the very first woman, who knew that. It was one of the most important events concernig my relation to women's tights. Althoguh our relationship lasted for over 19 months, we broke it up. But the reason wasn't my "hobby". History of my websites
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