My Cross dressing Urge
Having previously enjoyed my lustful dalliance with my first cross-dresser, the thought of him clad in beautiful lingerie was an image in my mind that I could not shake for weeks. I had discovered my liking for women's underwear in my teens when I used to visit my grandmother, and she always had beautiful stockings in her hosiery drawer. I would slip them on when I would stop overnight, delighting in their feel, the smell of the smooth nylon as it encased my teenage legs. Sometimes, I would...