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March 29, 2006

There are many things in my life that I never fully planned out. I never planned on being sentenced to live in Dayton, Ohio for 3 years. I never planned on seeing Ohio State win a college football national championship in my lifetime. I never planned on the religious right conveniently ignoring the separation of church and state to push a perverted agenda through Congress that erodes our personal rights and liberties. And, I never planned on the lengths that I would go to in order to satisfy my pantyhose, stocking and foot fetishes.

UK Pantyhose and Tights - Foot and Nylon Fetish

I’ve written before that I have no idea how my fetish for women’s feet first developed; it just did. The foot fetish then evolved into a stocking fetish after seeing images of women in black stockings and garters in fetish and BDSM magazines in my youth. Then, as I became sexually active in college, the fetish developed from stockings to pantyhose because all of the girls were wearing pantyhose with mini skirts in the 80′s. And after I got my hands on the first pair of a college girl’s worn pantyhose, I was addicted to all of the scents held by the pantyhose from the tips of the toes all the way to the pantyhose gusset.

The scent fetish made me realize that even though we are sensioned humans, we are still driven by our animal instincts for sex. The state of arousal that I would enter by having a woman’s stocking foot in my face during sex was like taking a drug. It made my mind tingle. I could feel my cock grow even larger than it was during the course of sex. It was the ultimate high for me. To me, the scent of her foot in pantyhose or stockings was difficult to describe, but I needed it.

When I started surfing the internet, I was happily surprised by the underground pantyhose and stocking market that existed on AOL and on various adult auction sites. It was like selling crack cocaine to a streeet addict. When I was married, I rented a post office box to receive my pantyhose packages. It was a constant chase for the next pair of worn pantyhose from the next pretty woman that I found online. What started out for me as lingerie drawer raids in my neighborhood when I was growing up, developed into a legalized form of drug addiction.