I want to share my stories about the panties I “Took” over the years. Now being 69 years old I think back on what I must have done to get these panties. The many clotheslines, hampers, dresser drawers, suitcases and finally laundry rooms I visited in my quest. Nothing was safe when I was on the hunt. My quest has dramatically slowed down is it my age or have I lost my nerve. I think it is more my never’s because we are now in the “Big Brother is watching age.” Every were you go there is a camera .

The theme of my stories is based on "True Facts" and not made-up fiction. Have I added to the story? “Yes,” I have, but only to keep it flowing and make it enjoyable. The cold hard truth is that it really happened.

I have been told I have a great memory, by friends and as I write each story, the "happening" becomes more vivid so they must be right. When I finished re-reading the story, it sounded like it just happened,

Do I love the feel of nylon? I would lie if I said I didn’t. I don’t wear panties and never really had an interest in wearing them.

I also don’t condone anyone who does.

I am only a collector of panties. I have what is now a vintage collection because most were “Taken” over 50 years ago. It still amazes me that I could hold on to them for many years. My wife will wear a pair occasionally. My favorites are Days of the Week panties.

I finally confessed my obsession to my wife of 49 years, who had a clue because she kept finding new panties in her drawer but she never said anything until I told her then, she admitted she thought something was up.

She is now back to swapping panties with her cousin as they did when they were teenagers.

I encourage everyone to read my posted stories—with more in the works.