The Story of My Tights Fetish/Addiction

Buyer Pantyhose, socks, shoes Buyers’ Perspective The Story of My Tights Fetish/Addiction

So as you all know I’m Tightsguyyorks, I have been wearing tights pretty much all my life. When I say that, not since birth but from a very young age. My wearing started when I was 5. One day I was upstairs playing in my room with my cars (like most little boys do) and I went into the bathroom. I saw a pair of my mums work tights she had forgotten to move. To this day I still remember the colour. They were barely black and 10 denier sheer. I'm not gonna go into detail about mum and what her job was.

So there they were, I was curious about wearing them so I picked them up and ran into my room as fast as I could. I took my socks off and bottoms and put them on. As soon as I slipped them on I was hooked on the feeling.

Anytime I was in my room I put them on and hid them so they couldn't be found. This carried on for a few years. One day my sister was gifted some clothes and amongst them were some black opaque tights. Around 40 or 60 denier. I just had to have them.

When no one was looking I took them and hid them in my room. If I wasn't wearing the sheers in my room, I was wearing the opaques up until starting secondary school. In secondary school, my wearing carried on but not as often as with getting older more responsibilities came my way.

When I was babysitting my sister and she was in bed I could wear them for an hour. This went on until I left school and my wearing stopped for a few years. I wanted to carry on but it wasn't possible.

Wearing Tights Whilst in a Relationship

Fast forward a few years, I was now in a long-distance relationship and to start with I was still not wearing as she didn't know about it. We hit a rough patch and when I went to visit her I was staying alone. I went shopping one day in the local Tesco and I walked past the tights and without looking I picked a 5 pair pack up. Barely black 10 denier sheer. I carried on shopping and went back to where I was staying. I was alone for the night feeling low and I put a pair on.

That feeling came back, the addiction for tights was back stronger than ever. Sadly that week my relationship ended and I came home but my relationship with tights got stronger.

Every day after work I'd put a pair on until they laddered and eventually I ran out. I had to have more so I plucked up the courage to go and buy some. I'd buy 5 pack sheers from Asda then Tesco then back to Asda until I almost got caught in the store. One day I panicked and picked some 60 denier opaques up and some 10 denier sheers and rushed them through the self-checkout. The rush was amazing but I decided to go late at night when there's less chance of being caught.

One day I was going to work on nights and put a pair on under my work trousers. Black sheer from Asda and it felt amazing. No one knew and it gave me such a rush. I carried on doing it and day after day night after night. So one day I met my now ex-wife. Again, I subconsciously stopped wearing tights when I was with her at home.

After a few years, she moved in with me and my wearing stopped unless she stayed at her mum and dads for a night. My curiosity got the better of me one night when I found her naughty outfits and decided I was gonna try one on with my tights. My collection by this point was a small 30ish pairs. It felt amazing. Now the sad part is I could never tell her then we got married and I still wore them in secret.

When My Wife Found Out I Was Wearing Tights

One day I was talking to a friend in the same position and I fell asleep. My phone went off with a message and she saw it and woke me up. I had to let her read my messages and then she made me tell her what she had read. At that point, we were married a week and she told me it was her or the tights because guys wearing tights is 'disgusting'. So I chose her and the wearing had to stop.

We found our own place and moved out of my mums. I threw most of my nylons away and it killed me. I kept a few pairs though, about 10 pairs of various denier opaques and sheers. I found a way around it so I could wear in secret and did that, it worked and she didn't know.

I set up an account on a well known social media for sharing pictures to show my tights off and I got braver and started trying her shoes and clothes when she wasn't in the house. Through that page, I bought my first pair of worn tights and my addiction started again. They were amazing. I had to have more so I kept buying when I could. I kept buying from stores too and hiding them in my clothes or in my things in the cupboard in the bedroom.

Fast forward again and sadly my marriage broke down. I'm not going into details about that but all I will say is she told my secret about wearing tights to everyone around where I live and posted it all over her social media, even tried using it in the divorce.

My Crossdressing Alter Ego

Anyway, I lived in my car for 2 weeks and then moved back to mums (still here now). I started buying tights again from anywhere I could. One day I got curious and I was alone, mum was on holiday and I ordered pantyhose off the Internet. Since then I've not been into a store to buy again. All my tights come from 2 sites. I got curious about crossdressing so after a few years back at mums again she was on holiday, I started looking and bought some clothes online and from then my alter ego was born Sara.

Since then I've bought a few more clothes. I've lost count of the amount of tights and 2 pairs of shoes. I've been on another selling site that no longer exists and been ripped off and messed around so when I found All Things Worn I thought I would try one more time and if I don't like it I will leave but I love it here. I couldn't leave here ever. I'd like to say thank you for reading and if you have any questions drop me a message.