Can you remember how it all started? That time when something felt right even though it didn't fit the norm? I remember finding some tights in a drawer and one evening whilst all were in bed putting them on. The whole feeling was great even if I couldn't understand why. But I remember that feeling, it felt nice. Not wrong. But I knew that wasn't something I could share, tell anyone. In fact this is the first time It's been shared, so many years later. Years went by, not much happened. Fast forward back to late twenties. Recently separated, not the happiest times. Moved to a rent bedroom, found a pair of high heels under the bed. Remember that feeling of trying them on. Became an instant orgasm experience, being further topped up later by wearing a pair of stolen knickers from my ex. It wasn't until a few years later, during a second relationship that I started to explore my sexuality. Living with an older woman, pleasure was a goal. For the first time,
