How did actually began? It have been the tights. I was about 11 years old when I realized how nice it felt to touch my mother's nylon pantyhose. Again and again I crept into the basement to slide my hands over the tights hanging on the drying rack. So fine, so light, much nicer than the things my parents bought for me. Needless to say, it didn't stop there. Whenever I threw my things in the laundry basket, I would rummage through them and always pull out a pair of tights. Then came what had to come, I tried on one of the tights. I was extremely excited, but the feeling on the skin was stunning. My panties didn't match the fine fabric on my legs at all. What was more appropriate than Mama's panties.
The foundation for my journey was laid.
Nylon has been with me my whole life and never let go, no matter how hard I tried. Like a rubber band, it kept pulling me back. Even today, one of the most beautiful things about pantyhose is to feel it on your skin. For me one of the most beautiful pieces of clothing which exist.
The next step soon followed.
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