Somebody asked about bras, after all my name here is Bramaniac! So recently, the 50th anniversary of the 1969 moon landing has been on the news and got me to thinking, and honestly, I don't remember much of it; I didn't even have a television in 1969. But I do remember some Mercury and Gemini things from earlier in the space program in the same decade, like in the early 1960s when I was in junior high school. It must have been 1963, and about all I remember, even more than the space program is Marlene Shaner. OMG, I will never forget her, or maybe more accurately I will never forget her amazing tits! They were big! And back then bras did not flatten big titties out so much like they do now. No, back then bras made them poke out to nice points! And Marlene's tits, well they were truly spectacular and just about every boy in school talked about them.

You see, back then, D-cup tits were a rarity, not like today. Girls were thin and especially teenage tits were much much smaller. And at that time all girls wore while blouses, it wasn't a uniform or anything, it was the style at that time, and as you know, while white blouses are not transparent, but maybe translucent, you can sort of see through them. And under Marlene's blouse I could see her big bra straining to contain those luscious tits. And since it was a button up blouse and her tits were straining against it, there were gaps between the buttons and I could see her bra, and maybe the upper curve of her breasts through the gaps. And I was lucky enough to sit next to her in Mr. Purvis's English class and I am amazing she could not feel the heat from my staring at her tits all through class because that was about all I did in that class, I sure did not learn much English!!

So that was probably when my interest in bras was first kindled. And of course in the ensuing years, looking down girls blouses to see their bra-encased titties became an obsession, because that is what we perverts do; we become obsessed!

Gawd I remember about that same time my parents had some friends on the other side of town who had a daughter who was a year younger than I was. And as it turned out she also had some very excellent tits, not Marlene Shaner sized tits, but probably a solid C-cup. And I remember especially this one evening we all went over for a visit, and Robin and I, yes that was her name, Robin, well she and I went down to the basement ostensibly to play Monopoly or something, which we had played in previous years, but this time with bubbling teen hormones, we ended up on the bed in the dark with my hand down her blouse, and I remember feeling soft wonderful tits for the first time. Oh my what an experience, such soft skin, and oh that nipple hardened in my fingers and my cock along with them, like a piece of granite.

We did some kissing too, but nothing much more, but I did put in much time and effort fondling those amazing titties. A couple of years later I would lose my virginity with lovely Robin in the back seat of a Studebaker Lark, and that is another story for another time, but for now it was all about my hands in that bra fondling those firm but soft teen titties! And I remember afterward on the way home the smell of her perfume on my hands, which I didn't wash for days!

So yes, now I love to wear a bra with silicone inserts under a satin blouse, and I love to fondle those too, but here's to remembering Marlene and Robin, that is where it all started!

I remember it was 6th grade and it was PE class - gawd how I hated PE class; I was the weakest, the slowest, the last one picked for every team, it was really the pits. And I remember these big ropes hanging from the ceiling in the gym that we were supposed to climb. The instructions were to wrap your ankles around the rope and push yourself up while holding on with your hands. It wasn't bad; my arms were weak but I was so skinny and light that I could pretty easily push myself up with my legs. So think about it, I am hugging the rope as tight as I can with it between my legs, pushing myself up as it rubs against my little dick. About 3/4 of the way up I came in my pants. I had no idea what had happened, only that it felt good and made a big fucking mess! So for 6 more years I had wet dreams at night not having a clue how to masturbate so that I could enjoy it while I was awake!

So I accidentally deleted my first post - maybe the lesson to not drink Scotch while trying to learn to use a new app! But it was about growing up, Sears catalogs, finding my first pair of panties, and fun in the woods with them.

Growing up in a tiny house with a family of religious fanatics is not really conducive to sexual exploration, so It really was not until I was out on my own that my panty addiction bloomed. Oh sure, I loved to peek into peoples yards and see what kind of panties were on their clotheslines, and of course I just about wore out the lingerie section in the mail order catalog that lived in our bathroom. I had been brought up with tighty whities, but I got really tired of all those layers of cotton and discovered how nice panties felt on me. At that point I was not brave enough to go into a store and buy panties and my first wife was tiny and I couldn't really fit into hers, but one day I found some nylon and spandex men's underwear that were almost identical to panties, I fell in love with them, bought about 20 pair, and never went back to tighty whities (boxers were never an option).

Of course I loved to cruise the lingerie aisles of department stores and there was something way sexier about panties. Then one day I went into a K-mart after having a few drinks, found some lovely panties, and with less inhibitions, I bought 3 pair - my first very own panties. I discovered the joy of wearing them under my clothes at the construction site where I worked at the time and the panic of noticing that my shirttail had come untucked and someone might see my sexy lacy bikini panties. As time went by I got braver about buying them, but I was always shy about fondling them in the lingerie section when ladies were shopping around me.

I eventually settled into nylon or microfabric hipsters with a little spandex in them for stretch and also granny panties - you know the high waisted ones with enough room in them for a hard cock with a hand on it! My favorite brand is probably Vanity Fair, although I have some Maidenforms I really like too. These panties are not too sexy to look at unless one enjoys the sight of a nice bulge, but they feel very nice on the cock and for me that is what counts. I will post up some pictures of me in comfy panties

In the next post I will talk about sexier panties and beyond.