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Something to think about

I feel the urge to write down my sexual preference my submissive feelings wearing lingerie, piss and feet fetish, and if I read it back it feels this isn't me. 

Although my wife is very reluctant to put something out, she read it. Her comments got me thinking. She thinks it's a porn story written totally without love.

 Because this is only possible with love. She loves me as i am. And allow me to be myself. She thinks it's special that I can let myself go like this. To show and share my deepest desire to her. 

Without shame just showing who I am and sharing that with her. Because of Her love for me I can do this and as strange as it sounds I do it for her too. This is contradictory but I show her what I do for her. Humiliating myself to the depths of my feeling. Not that she asks for or  tells me to do this, but she knows I enjoy doing this for her. 

If this is not love… 

So if you are reading my life story think that this is only possible with love for each other!!!

Sharing a secret with your loved one feels oh so good!

 

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My real name is Herman and I grew up in West Berlin.

And my childhood, in retrospect, was the beginning of who I am today

I didn't really know my father very well, he passed away at a young age. So I grew up with only my mother. A mother who was always there for me but also a free spirit.

I often played alone at home and like many children do, you look in your parents' closet. And there were her things, dresses and shoes, but also lingerie. And from a very young age I walked through the house in her shoes. She allowed me to, but later in the years I put on her dress when she wasn't there. And in the back of the garden there was a roll pastic for over the laundry when it rained. And why I don't know but I liked to roll myself into it, it turned me on sexually.

I discovered masturbation and whenever possible I wore a dress and jerked off.

And then I was caught, I had just come, and there was my mother.

I remember I started to cry really hard.

And once I had calmed down she wanted to know how long I had been doing this. Like any parent, she already knew that I was looking in her closets

I remember well that I'm say anything I was very ashamed.

But she was very sweet and it wasn't until weeks later that she came back to it.

With a booklet about sexual orientation. I was then 14 years old.