About me - III
by Geraden
Being married to a tights-wearing girl I gave up wearing tights for several years. As a result, my wife had no idea of my dormant love for nylon. However I never lost my liking for tights. A few years into our marriage I had an outdoor job, driving round and visiting organisations and members of the public, sometimes in potentially risky situations. I still had no great desire to wear, and in any case I had a fear of being found out if an incident occurred, so I never wore on the job.
I later moved to an indoor job and gave up using the car for work (my wife had it instead). It was then that I rediscovered the joys of long waits at cold, draughty bus stops in winter. I tried wearing woollen long johns, but they were too itchy for me, until I put a pair of my wife's tights on underneath. That solved the problem of irritation from the wool, and I was soon back in the swing of wearing tights in the cooler weather, though I quickly gave up the long johns. With time I began to feel less afraid of being discovered wearing tights.
About this time I took the decision that I would become a regular, though secret, wearer of tights. The way I saw it was that if I wore every day, tights would soon lose their power to arouse me. I would therefore feel less guilty, but because I was wearing what I really wanted to wear, I would feel more comfortable. So it proved. Tights are no longer a sexual thing for me – but they are every bit as sensual as they ever were, maybe more so since I no longer wear them to get a quick fix for rampant hormones.
My wife was still unaware that I wore tights, though she knew how much I appreciated her wearing them. She wore them in bed for me on occasions, and I started to do the same, though for some reason we hardly ever hit the jackpot of wearing at the same time. She gradually found out that tights for me were a way of life, and it has been hard for her to adjust to this realisation. She cannot understand it. To her tights are hard and cold, though to me they are warm and soft. (I suspect we are both projecting our liking/dislike onto the things themselves and trying to objectivise it.)
Fast forward a few years to the present, where I wear tights most of the time, and she hardly ever wears them. She has a drawerful of Sainsbury's Multipacks, but I don’t touch them. Those were OK before I discovered what nice tights felt like! I have my own drawer of tights: Marks and Spencer (not multipacks), Charnos, Silkies, Activskins, Falke, Levee WoMan, the odd Gerbe or Wolfords. No Pretty Polly or Aristoc as the sizing is not generous enough in those. I also have a number of leotards and unitards, but unlike the tights, I do not wear those openly. I only wear them under other things for extra warmth, or in bed because they tangle with the bedclothes far less than pyjamas or nightshirts.
I don't want to appear feminine, to dress as a woman or anything like that. I wear normal male clothing, except that in addition to long trousers or shorts, I wear tights – opaques in the winter and sheers in the summer except for the hottest days when I have bare legs.
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To her tights are hard and cold, though to me they are warm and soft. (I
suspect we are both projecting our liking/dislike onto the things
themselves and trying to objectivise it.)
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