By Gwen Patrone
I’ve always felt that way. Even at age 14-15 which is the earliest recollection of being cognitively aware of females as anything other than a friend.🧑🤝🧑
It was strange because I was very attracted to them but there was something more to it than that. I wondered what it would feel like to be pretty.💋
Damn, those stockings look great. 🦵
I wonder what they felt like to the touch? I finally got my chance to run my hand on the thigh of a hot girl in school. For some reason at gym class she wore the traditional school red shorts (really short) but she decided to wear stockings underneath.
Wow. Still my beating heart. They shaped her calves, thighs, butt in ways that elevated my blood pressure, and they had a glow to them like from the God’s… and they felt wonderful to touch if ever so briefly.🖐
Was I wrong to think what it would be like to experience the feeling of wearing them?🙄
Sometime later I got my chance. I figured out how to get them on which for a 14 year old was a test like I was in shop class.
THEY FELT EVEN BETTER THAN I ANTICIPATED.🥴
The clothes over them felt like heaven.👗 Even a breeze felt fascinating. New sensations at every turn.
I was voted best artist✍ in my senior class so I always saw the “art” aspect of the female form. I took fashion design👗 and couldn’t wait for life nude form classes in college. It’s not what you think. I was fascinated not horney (not in the class anyway).
So, I see the femme form as my canvas.. Such aspects as perspective, angles, colors, textures, accessories, short, long, fabrics… they are all tools for the artist willing to use them to paint their masterpiece.
Be Strong. 💪
Gwen, we hope to hear more from you!!