My journey into dressing started as a very young boy in Ireland, my Dad died when I was aged 5 leaving just my Mother and I, her name was Olivia, the name I use when dressed, she was stunningly beautiful the double of the old Irish Hollywood actress Maureen O’Hara, well she took me into her bed to console herself after Dad died, I remember being snuggled into her silky nightgown night after night.

Well Mammy being a doctor was a resilient character so after a month or two much to my chagrin I was “banished” back to my own bed, oh how I missed being enveloped in those silky nightgowns…

Mammy always wore the lingerie of the time and always a full slip, she would often parade around in her slip when getting ready to go to work or whatever, my eyes would follow her mesmerised by her slips, some were silk and other’s nylon, as I got older; strange feelings started to develop in my nether regions at these glorious sights.

At aged 10 we upped sticks and moved to Durham in England where Mammy’s Aunt Sinead lived, a gorgeous beautiful childless widow of 44 who to my delight also wore lingerie and full slips, by this time I’d started trying Mammy’s slips on, the feeling was amazing and I became sexually aware at this age, also Aunt Sinead’s slips became fair game to my new found sexual adventures.

I’ll end here as it’s getting late and the Guinness is starting to kick in, please comment if you’d like to hear more of my story…..

Olivia….xxx