My School Stocking History

I've loved stockings since I can remember. Back then, only nylon stockings were worn, and not many people wore them. Perhaps it's the principle of scarcity that makes things valuable, but I became interested in this transparent, mysterious, and sexy material. However, I think it's more of an innate trait; I wonder if it's hereditary.

My first stocking fantasy was about one of my teachers. I was in kindergarten then. My female teacher always wore these nylon stockings, and I thought they were very beautiful. I even declared, "When I grow up, I want to marry my teacher!" At that time, I was too young, and the adults just laughed it off. Actually, I had a tendency to extend my affections to everything related to my teacher. I don't have many memories of stockings during elementary school until sixth grade when a new English teacher came who loved wearing uniforms, and of course, stockings and high heels. This was the first time I'd seen a woman in a stocking uniform, and also the first time I'd seen flesh-colored stockings (it was rare in my rural area). I was very shocked. During her classes, I would always stare at her lower body (maybe it's because my English is bad, haha). But I only had an appreciative attitude and no other thoughts (which shows how innocent I was). In junior high school, with the continuous improvement of the national economy, more and more people wore stockings on the street. Teachers wore them, students wore them, and women wore them. The color was mostly flesh-colored. Perhaps because of my preconceived notions, I always liked flesh-colored stockings the most. Two girls left a deep impression on me. One was Feng. She wasn't pretty, but she often wore long, thick flesh-colored stockings. These stockings were quite thick, but very sexy. Just looking at her legs, I definitely had the urge to rape her. But once I saw her face, my interest was halved. That was good, because I really couldn't control myself and pounced on her. She sat behind me. I often pretended to sleep on the table, but actually I was secretly looking at her beautiful legs, or I would deliberately throw things on the ground and crawl under the table to pick them up to observe her beautiful legs up close. I had a strong urge to lick her. Another girl was Mo. She sat next to me, but we weren't deskmates. We were separated by an aisle, meaning she was in the same row but not the same group. Her stockings were even more deadly. They were very thin and flesh-colored. What was even more deadly was that she often wore miniskirts with stockings. When she sat, she would accidentally reveal the heel of her stockings (not the heel of her foot, but the heel of her thigh). It's absolutely infuriating! This woman was actually very beautiful, especially later on, she was a recognized beauty. But that's how strange people are; I never really felt anything for her, just average, except for her legs. As I got older, simply admiring her wasn't enough for me. I started expressing my love for stockings in a man's way. I don't quite remember when I first masturbated with stockings, it must have been in middle school. But at first, I didn't just put the stockings on my penis to masturbate; I was afraid of getting my dad's stockings dirty. Later, in a corner of a drawer, I accidentally discovered my mom's discarded stockings—flesh-colored long stockings. This was a milestone discovery! The first time I put stockings on my penis to masturbate, it felt amazing! From then on, I played with stockings in all sorts of ways. In my eyes, stockings were no longer just stockings; they were a woman. I used all sorts of ways to vent my desire for stockings, or rather, for women wearing stockings. After I finished, I would put the stockings back where they were, but one day I suddenly realized they were gone. I knew my parents must have thrown them away when they were cleaning out the drawers. Back then, I even enjoyed my aunt's stockings. Her house was connected to mine (the houses were built together in the countryside). One night, I went to her house and saw a pair of her used flesh-colored pantyhose on a chair. I immediately got an erection, but I couldn't take them. I devised a plan to secretly unlock the door we shared, intending to retrieve them after she went to sleep. Unfortunately, when I got up in the middle of the night and pushed the door open, she had already locked it. Another time, she left her stockings hanging on the balcony late at night and didn't take them in. I quietly went over, took them down, and relieved myself. But after relieving myself, I didn't dare ejaculate on the stockings and had to put them back, so it wasn't very satisfying. The person

who left the deepest impression on me in high school was my English teacher. She was a woman in her thirties, not particularly beautiful, but she had beautiful legs and loved wearing stockings. However, she especially loved black; most of the time, she wore black stockings, a black uniform, and high heels. This outfit accompanied me throughout my three years of high school. Although I saw it every day, I never got tired of it, admiring it during the day and relieving myself at night. The biggest gain from high school was discovering a good source of stockings.

My biggest takeaway from university was starting to search for stockings online and discovering many forums about them. I learned that so many people were like me, and I saw even more beautiful stockings and legs. The first thing I did every week after returning home was to "force myself on stockings." Back then, I stole my sister's stockings and put them in an inconspicuous box. When I got home, I would masturbate while looking at pictures of stockings or watching porn featuring them.

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