Pantihose and sexual fetish. Its far more common than you think
The fetish guys sure know their pantihose
If someone had asked me before this summer what I thought the most common fetish was, I would be hard pressed to choose between cross-dressing, or feet. After seeing the number of patients this summer who were all fixated on the feel, texture, look of pantihose, I'm beginning to re-think that statement.
Fetishes, are the sexual fixation on an inanimate object or body part. It can be anything, hair, fingernails, rubber raincoats, yellow skipping rope, garbage bags- really anything. But lots of men need the feel of nylon between their fingers, or under their clothes. I keep hearing the same story about how it starts. Boy, between the ages of 7 and 12, gets sexually aroused playing with hosery, or seeing a woman in hosery, and the desire is imprinted on their psyche. Kind of an indellible patheway that nothing can erase. Hell, they've tried shock therapy, and if that doesn't cure it, nothing will. This week's patient talked of "seeing the sun shine on his Mother's pantihosed encased legs while lying on her lap", and the gig was up. He says he now needs to rent a storage space to keep the pantihose he has bought over the years in. Maybe over 10,000 pairs. Another gratuating patient gifted me a pair of a beautiful, European, special order seemless pair, perfectly my size, wrapped up in bows and ribbons. He just wanted me to have them as a thank you for helping him deal with his fetish. He said he preferred hose to flowers as thank you gifts, and they are unbelievably well made. I didn't even know such things existed, and he seems to be an expert on every make, and model on the market. Like that Sex in the City episode with the show salesman and Charlotte's perfect feet, this guy often stopped at the Fancy Sox store to discuss hosery with the manager.
A rather vanilla fetish as they go, but oh, so prevelant. So as the summer ends, and my bare legs move back into the sheerest hose I can find, I may need to get fashion advise from my patients as to the best place to buy them.
THE LURE OF LINGERIE
Spent some more money on lingerie yesterday. I'm a bit depraved on the subject. I gave away chests of the damn stuff after my kids were born when my body completely changed sizes in every way, but have found recently I can't close my underwear drawer again. And passing the new selection of fall bras in the store yesterday again I couldn't resist. 38 C, the same size as my Mother. Slightly lopsided, and beginging to show signs of the near six years of nursing I did. Push up bras are such a marvelous invention.
I asked the girls who came over to gab last night if they had the same fixation. And to the one they did. So what is it about great lingerie (that I take off at the first opportunity, and that hardly anyone sees...) that is so appealing? The feeling of being sexy under your clothes,. the knowledge of new things next to your most delicate parts, and the idea that if the opportunity presents itself, someone might make appreciative noises. Or maybe I just like it. So if you want to score points with me, ask to see my new bra. Who knows I may just give you the "girls gone wild" view. cheeky grin. Or at least I'll tell you what colour I'm wearing today.