I am not sure if I should be guilty or not about this. I am a v*****. I have a stocking and garter fetish. Followed by p**** hose and bare thighs. I cannot seem to be able to not get aroused when I happen to see a woman with crossed legs, especially if I can see far up her skirt. If there are other guys like me, ladies, you have no idea what goes through our minds when you cross those legs. I will only tell you what goes on through MY mind. You know what? I find it interesting, that even though I find women’s legs s*** when they wear bathing suits or are n***, when I catch them sitting down or standing and their thighs are exposed l get so h****.

Here’s my v***** history. It started way back in junior high school. My hormones were already raging. I happened to look at the girl in the row next to me and a seat back. She crossed her legs and my whole body screamed “OMG!” She had the whitest thighs (yes, I am black). My breath caught in my chest. My heart started beating fast. My d*** became hard as rock and was jammed so tight I had to move it to the side to get relief. That was the start of my stocking top and garter fetish. My only concern going forward, whenever I sneaked peeks up women’s dresses, was how not to get caught and called out. For the most part I have been successful. Some women who would catch me would sometimes exaggerate the leg crossing to drive me crazier. Once, in high school, I almost got called out among all my classmates during lunch period. While eating slowly, I saw a girl two tables over with her legs crossed. I could barely eat for trying to see her stocking tops and white thighs. She looked up and caught me. My heart caught in my throat. She put her leg down and turned a little to face me. She spread her legs wide and said loud enough for me to hear, ” Beaver!”. I began to sweat, thinking she would out me. She didn’t thankfully. Over the yesrs my obsession has never gone away. Just to give you a hint of the level of my fetish I will relate an incident I had. Once when I was much older I happen to stop at a traffic light. Sitting to my right at the bus stop was a pretty woman. She had on a mini skirt and her legs were crossed high. My heart leaped as I visually feasted on those stocking tops and garter straps, not to mention those luscious white thighs. The light turned green and I had to drive on. I was so h**** I made four right turns to come back around again and stare up her skirt again. I did it two other times. On my last time she noticed the same car kept coming by. She caught my eye, and coward that I was I drove on. Later that night I had my d*** out and jerked off recalling the vision of those thighs and stocking tops. Hey, I am not perfect. I just have a hot thing for peeking up dresses to satisfy my lust.