My Selfish Indulgence

Now then, let's be honest about this, I was born Male. Yep, I came complete with all the attachments. Little did I know at this time that in amongst all of those excited little wiggly critters that swam around in that sticky mess that made me, one of those guys had a whoopsy. I must take this opportunity to point out that the attachments I came with have given me and continue to give me lots and lots and lots of pleasure, not to mention three strong healthy boys, the youngest of whom is now almost twenty. I am not upset by these attachments at all and am not about to trade them in for the inverted model. I have used these attachments to give pleasure to several women, not to mention, Me, Myself and I.

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Please forgive this small deviation from my story. As I sit here writing, I am looking at the screen as the words fall. My attention is being Very distracted, by the little photo at the top left. White slip, black stockings and just a little flesh. Yes my Friend, Beautiful. You can be Very proud of that one. I am going to enjoy writing this story.
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From a very early age, I knew that I was fascinated with girls. I loved the way they looked and wanted to look, just the same. I was always taught to respect girls and saw them as beings, well above my simple mortality. I liked to dress up, as soon as I could afford to. This had its up side and down. I wrestled with my desires, needs, wants and the thing that really had me tossed, sexuality. I stocked myself up with clothing, wigs and make up, then purged the lot in my early twenties.

I know that I don't have to explain what "purging" is. The little boy bits and the girly bit were having a major sort out in my head. I knew that what I was doing was not normal and was therefore Wrong. I promised myself that I would not even Think of dressing in anything other than male clothing. Yep, I think I lasted almost two whole weeks. I fully re-stocked and purged twice more in my twenties. I also got married in the middle of all that. Oh, Yes, I did tell my wife about it before we were married. That is another story for another day.

I struggled through my thirties and into my forties. During these three decades, I did have some really great times, including going out and having various other sexual exploitations. (No, I am not going into that right now. I'll let your minds boggle for a while longer yet on those stories.) As I was heading towards forty, my marriage broke up and I was forced to live apart from my boys. Thank goodness for my love of slips, bras and panties. If it is possible to collate this, my sanity was saved largely by my indulgence. For a while, I even thought of changing sides. I was pretty messed up. I am pleased to say that I kept my attachments, though they did get quite a work out. Through all this time I struggled with my self. I have always wanted to have other people like me, (hmmm .... like me ???? , that's a hard one..... perhaps, male people with similar situations, thoughts, feelings and desires.) to talk to and interact with.

I am Not upset that I am Male. I have always been honest and open with the women in my life and told them of my desires. I am jealous of those whose wives are accepting of their desires but am also happy with my own situation. I have begun to enjoy and accept my Selfish Indulgence and wish I could have done so when I was younger, with a body that was acceptable to show off in short skirts, see through things and low cut tops (not that I Ever had anything to show but padding).

My Indulgence in the love of slips, petticoats, stockings, (yes, pantyhose too but stockings are just ..... Mmmm ) bras, panties and even thermal undies (which I also wear in winter) is, without doubt, completely Selfish. It is My desire. I do it for Me. I involve others, when it comes to shopping and the many other things I do but it is all about Me. This was My genetic whoopsy that brings Me, so much satisfaction. It is Me that enjoys sharing it with you and Me that gets a buzz from your interaction. At this time in my life, I can safely say that this has nothing to do with my boys, my friends, my family or my social contacts. I am free to explore and enjoy My indulgences as much as I desire. I have fully accepted who I am and what I like. No more purging. I very much love the feel of the nylon granny panties I am wearing right now and look forward to telling you lots more in the future. Thank you for reading my story.