I've been an exhibitionist since puberty. As a teenager I left the curtains open at night, and a woman across the road used to watch me. I remember the tingle through my whole body, and for decades that feeling had nowhere to go. This time I walked into the spa with a plan. I wanted to know whether anyone would look at me for who I was, and not because I was wearing stockings like the last time. I paid at reception and headed straight to the change area. As I was getting undressed, a man at least fifteen years younger gave me a friendly slap on the backside and said, "Great butt." it felt wond… Ler mais

For most of my life, this was a secret I kept in a drawer. I've carried a love of stockings since I was a teenager. I told my wife years ago, and her reaction taught me to keep it private. So I did, dressing up alone when the house was empty, and wondering if there was anyone else out there like me. So last week I decided to find out and headed to a male only spa. The Spa reception desk handed me a towel that barely covered anything, so I draped it over my shoulder and walked a slow lap, heart pounding. Everything I'd imagined was real: nobody blinked, nobody judged, and nudity was simply norm… Ler mais