The Story of Stephanie (Part 1)
Hello. I'm Stephanie. This is my story so far. Everything you read in this story is 100% true, although I have changed the names of some, not all, of the people involved.
I guess my journey started at a very young age. I remember watching a programme on tv where a woman was putting on a pair of tights (pantyhose for those across the pond) and thinking, "wow! That's amazing!" I must've only been and 7,8 or maybe 9 years old. I just kept thinking how gorgeous that woman's legs looked in those black tights and high heels. It was fascinating.
Ever since then, I was slightly obsessed with legs, more to the point, legs in tights. Every time someone walked past me wearing tights, I just stared at them. I still to this day can't describe why I love it so much, but it very much turns me on.
My obsession became greater in my early teens. I started to notice the sexual side of it. I'd feel myself getting aroused. I'd started masturbating at about 14 years old. This was just before the Internet took over the world. So I had to make do with my mind, and of course the odd X rated film on tv. I remember watching things like the Red Shoe Diaries in my room at night while everyone was asleep. This I when my new obsession started...... Stockings!!
I remember watching an episode one night. The woman in it was stunning. Blonde, natural boobs and a body to die for. In one scene she was wearing a tight red mini dress and, what I thought was black tights underneath. Then she started to strip off. She had a black bra, black thong and these black stockings which I'd never seen before. They were amazing. They made me so horny. I almost didn't need to touch myself before I had made a bit of a mess.
I was about 16 when I started going out with my first proper girlfriend. She was my first kiss and on Christmas Day, she became my first in a sexual way. She was a year older than me, and while she'd had sex before, she was still very inexperienced. I really loved her. She was beautiful and had such a lovely body. Very curvy but by no means fat. We were together for a couple of years, and we were getting much better and much more experimental sexually. I'd spoken about how I'd love to see her in some sexy lingerie. She said she'd be up for that if it turned me on.
So, here I go. Lingerie shopping for the first time. Ann Summers, I was only 18 and needless to say, very shy and very easily embarrassed. There I was, in amongst all this sexy lingerie, stockings, tights, sex toys. It made me nervous, but at the same time, I struggled not to show how aroused I was if you know what I mean!
I ended up with a black basque, thong and black stockings.
I was so excited. I had to put the stuff in a different bag as I didn't want anyone seeing where I'd been shopping. I was straight home and hid the bag under my bed where my mum or anyone wouldn't look.
My girlfriend came down that night and I showed her. She loved it. I was immediately told to leave the room until called for. So, I went out and went to sit in the kitchen. I was so horny. I could just picture what she'd look like. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her.
She called my name and I went running. I walked in and there she was, better than I could ever have imagined. Black basque. Black thong. Black stockings. And the added bonus of black heels. It was at that time, the most intense and most satisfying sex either of us had ever had that night. And I'll never forget it.
I always remember feeling her legs that night. So soft, smooth and silky. I asked her how she liked the stockings. She loved how they felt on her legs. Very soft and made her feel very sexy. I was intrigued! I wanted to know what they felt like on my legs. The curiosity was getting the better of me. So one afternoon whilst I was home all alone, I tried it. I was so turned on. The softness and silky touch was unreal. I was rock hard and had the most unbelievable wank ever.
As time went on, I'd find myself trying more stuff. Bra's. Panties. Skirts. Tights. I couldn't believe how it made me feel. I felt strange, especially afterwards. Guilty almost. Am I gay? Surely not! I don't fancy men and certainly don't want to have sex with one. These were the thoughts going through my head.
It was the turn of the millennium. The Internet was in full flow. Porn sites, chat rooms, online shopping. These were all I was doing when alone. Wanking to porn. Chatting to random folk. Buying my girlfriend lingerie online, knowing I'd be wearing it too. It was amazing. I then discovered webcams. Good old yahoo chat. I'd go into chat rooms labelled CD/TVs. At first I didn't really know what that was. But after a while I realised it meant, crossdressers/transvestites. I got chatting to all sorts. Seemed like mostly men looking for a perve.
I wasn't really into that. I wasn't interested in men at all. I wanted to talk to people like me, who were having the same feelings and thoughts as me.
Then one night, bingo!
I'd noticed an icon next to one of the names on the chat list. A little camera. I clicked on it and there she was. Her name was Kate. Blonde hair and wearing all red lingerie apart from her black stockings. I wasn't daft, I knew she wasn't a real girl, but she was stunning. Amazing figure and amazing legs. I immediately knew then I wanted to look like her and do what she was doing.
I bought myself a webcam and set up on yahoo chat as Stockingsboy82. The first night I was in my own, I was right on that webcam ready to chat and show off. It was very thrilling. I was sitting there in my stockings knowing others were watching me. Then I got a private message, from a man. His name was George. He wanted to watch me in private with no one else watching. At first I was apprehensive, but I went along with it. He kept telling me how good I looked, and how turned on he was. I was just sitting there naked with a hard cock with a pair of black stockings on. It was actually turning me on thinking that this random guy was watching me. I have to admit, I liked it. It was actually this man that pushed me in the direction of this wonderful website called 'TVChix.' I didn't know what to expect, but I tried it anyway. Stockingsboy82. I didn't know what to do, or say. What was I here for? What did I want to do. Who was I wanting to meet? I genuinely didn't know. But I just wrote in my profile that I was just looking to chat to other CDs like myself. I didn't really want to meet anyone. Especially since I was in a now 4 year relationship! I couldn't jeopardise that! So I kept it simple. Not looking to meet. No admirers. Easy!
As probably everyone on this site knows, the feelings of guilt or fear creep in. "I really shouldn't be doing this" I kept telling myself. "What if I get caught?" But I was enjoying it. Showing of my pics on my profile. I'd started getting better at dressing. Upgrading from just stockings to full on lingerie. I'd steal my girlfriends stuff to take photos of myself. I hadn't a wig at this time so I'd hide my face. I was only using my webcam to take photos, so the pictures were never very clear. Luckily you couldn't notice the hairs on my legs, which were never very prominent anyway. But I was starting to look the part.
Eventually though, I knew I was risking a lot by doing this. I knew I had to stop. If anyone finds out, I'll never live it down. My girlfriend would dump me, my family will disown me, my friends will think I'm a weirdo! So, I deleted my profile. Stockingsboy82 was dead!
To be continued.......
I guess my journey started at a very young age. I remember watching a programme on tv where a woman was putting on a pair of tights (pantyhose for those across the pond) and thinking, "wow! That's amazing!" I must've only been and 7,8 or maybe 9 years old. I just kept thinking how gorgeous that woman's legs looked in those black tights and high heels. It was fascinating.
Ever since then, I was slightly obsessed with legs, more to the point, legs in tights. Every time someone walked past me wearing tights, I just stared at them. I still to this day can't describe why I love it so much, but it very much turns me on.
My obsession became greater in my early teens. I started to notice the sexual side of it. I'd feel myself getting aroused. I'd started masturbating at about 14 years old. This was just before the Internet took over the world. So I had to make do with my mind, and of course the odd X rated film on tv. I remember watching things like the Red Shoe Diaries in my room at night while everyone was asleep. This I when my new obsession started...... Stockings!!
I remember watching an episode one night. The woman in it was stunning. Blonde, natural boobs and a body to die for. In one scene she was wearing a tight red mini dress and, what I thought was black tights underneath. Then she started to strip off. She had a black bra, black thong and these black stockings which I'd never seen before. They were amazing. They made me so horny. I almost didn't need to touch myself before I had made a bit of a mess.
I was about 16 when I started going out with my first proper girlfriend. She was my first kiss and on Christmas Day, she became my first in a sexual way. She was a year older than me, and while she'd had sex before, she was still very inexperienced. I really loved her. She was beautiful and had such a lovely body. Very curvy but by no means fat. We were together for a couple of years, and we were getting much better and much more experimental sexually. I'd spoken about how I'd love to see her in some sexy lingerie. She said she'd be up for that if it turned me on.
So, here I go. Lingerie shopping for the first time. Ann Summers, I was only 18 and needless to say, very shy and very easily embarrassed. There I was, in amongst all this sexy lingerie, stockings, tights, sex toys. It made me nervous, but at the same time, I struggled not to show how aroused I was if you know what I mean!
I ended up with a black basque, thong and black stockings.
I was so excited. I had to put the stuff in a different bag as I didn't want anyone seeing where I'd been shopping. I was straight home and hid the bag under my bed where my mum or anyone wouldn't look.
My girlfriend came down that night and I showed her. She loved it. I was immediately told to leave the room until called for. So, I went out and went to sit in the kitchen. I was so horny. I could just picture what she'd look like. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her.
She called my name and I went running. I walked in and there she was, better than I could ever have imagined. Black basque. Black thong. Black stockings. And the added bonus of black heels. It was at that time, the most intense and most satisfying sex either of us had ever had that night. And I'll never forget it.
I always remember feeling her legs that night. So soft, smooth and silky. I asked her how she liked the stockings. She loved how they felt on her legs. Very soft and made her feel very sexy. I was intrigued! I wanted to know what they felt like on my legs. The curiosity was getting the better of me. So one afternoon whilst I was home all alone, I tried it. I was so turned on. The softness and silky touch was unreal. I was rock hard and had the most unbelievable wank ever.
As time went on, I'd find myself trying more stuff. Bra's. Panties. Skirts. Tights. I couldn't believe how it made me feel. I felt strange, especially afterwards. Guilty almost. Am I gay? Surely not! I don't fancy men and certainly don't want to have sex with one. These were the thoughts going through my head.
It was the turn of the millennium. The Internet was in full flow. Porn sites, chat rooms, online shopping. These were all I was doing when alone. Wanking to porn. Chatting to random folk. Buying my girlfriend lingerie online, knowing I'd be wearing it too. It was amazing. I then discovered webcams. Good old yahoo chat. I'd go into chat rooms labelled CD/TVs. At first I didn't really know what that was. But after a while I realised it meant, crossdressers/transvestites. I got chatting to all sorts. Seemed like mostly men looking for a perve.
I wasn't really into that. I wasn't interested in men at all. I wanted to talk to people like me, who were having the same feelings and thoughts as me.
Then one night, bingo!
I'd noticed an icon next to one of the names on the chat list. A little camera. I clicked on it and there she was. Her name was Kate. Blonde hair and wearing all red lingerie apart from her black stockings. I wasn't daft, I knew she wasn't a real girl, but she was stunning. Amazing figure and amazing legs. I immediately knew then I wanted to look like her and do what she was doing.
I bought myself a webcam and set up on yahoo chat as Stockingsboy82. The first night I was in my own, I was right on that webcam ready to chat and show off. It was very thrilling. I was sitting there in my stockings knowing others were watching me. Then I got a private message, from a man. His name was George. He wanted to watch me in private with no one else watching. At first I was apprehensive, but I went along with it. He kept telling me how good I looked, and how turned on he was. I was just sitting there naked with a hard cock with a pair of black stockings on. It was actually turning me on thinking that this random guy was watching me. I have to admit, I liked it. It was actually this man that pushed me in the direction of this wonderful website called 'TVChix.' I didn't know what to expect, but I tried it anyway. Stockingsboy82. I didn't know what to do, or say. What was I here for? What did I want to do. Who was I wanting to meet? I genuinely didn't know. But I just wrote in my profile that I was just looking to chat to other CDs like myself. I didn't really want to meet anyone. Especially since I was in a now 4 year relationship! I couldn't jeopardise that! So I kept it simple. Not looking to meet. No admirers. Easy!
As probably everyone on this site knows, the feelings of guilt or fear creep in. "I really shouldn't be doing this" I kept telling myself. "What if I get caught?" But I was enjoying it. Showing of my pics on my profile. I'd started getting better at dressing. Upgrading from just stockings to full on lingerie. I'd steal my girlfriends stuff to take photos of myself. I hadn't a wig at this time so I'd hide my face. I was only using my webcam to take photos, so the pictures were never very clear. Luckily you couldn't notice the hairs on my legs, which were never very prominent anyway. But I was starting to look the part.
Eventually though, I knew I was risking a lot by doing this. I knew I had to stop. If anyone finds out, I'll never live it down. My girlfriend would dump me, my family will disown me, my friends will think I'm a weirdo! So, I deleted my profile. Stockingsboy82 was dead!
To be continued.......
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