I want to share my stories about the panties I “Took” over the years. Now, being 70 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. My quest has dramatically slowed down. Is it my age, or have I lost my nerve? I think it is more my nerve because we are now in the “Big Brother is watching age.” Wherever 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 by friends that I have a great memory, 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 have been interested 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 of it was “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 50 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.

Her cousin Laurie and her daughter Carly moved in with us. My wife told me they used to swap clothes growing up, including panties. They are back at it again. Only this time, my wife gives Laurie her panties.

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