The Girdle Is the Culprit

While I loved wearing nylons, at the tender age of 12, they were really only the prelude to greater things. My quest to find more nylons lend me to the boxes of old clothes in the attic. Here was the real treasure. Girdles and bullet bras from the sixties, just like the catalogs I remembered. I slung on a bra and stuffed the cups with rolled up nylons and then slipped my young legs and *** into a girdle. The fabric, the way it shaped me. I pranced around that attic. I was in heaven. But this was just the beginning.

SweetHelen SweetHelen
41-45, M
1 Response Mar 15, 2009

yesss, it usually is just the prelude