“What started my panty fetish?” you ask? Ok, here goes: ye.. (OnlyFans)

“What started my panty fetish?” you ask?  Ok, here goes:  years ago I used to clean houses…alone (yeah, the world was a little safer or maybe I was a little too naive in those days). I had one particular client — I’ll call him “Harold.” Harold was in his early 70s and he was a widower. A little bit of a hoarder and not the tidiest guy. So he needed a lot of help. He lived like he was poor, but he was actually extremely wealthy. He refused to spend a dime on anything other than: 1) Nascar memorabilia (he had a freaking museum’s worth — probably well over $100k worth of stuff, and 2) Me. But if you looked at how he dressed, his truck (a late 70’s Ford), or his house, you would have no idea he was rich. 

I like to think I’m charming IRL (and hopefully on here, too) and maybe that’s why Harold and I struck up a special relationship. We became very close, and he used to call me his “Sugarpea”.  Well, one day, he revealed to me that he hadn’t been with a woman in 20 years (since his wife died) and that he still got extremely horny. He told me he used internet porn, but that it lacked the thrill of real-life eroticism. Like I said, we were very close by this time. 

So, being the flirtatious thing that I am, I asked if there was anything I could do for him. He said yes, and that he had been afraid to ask, but would I be willing to clean his house wearing only my panties from that point forward. This was my first introduction to the panty-fetish community. Up to this point I had no idea that some men actually *liked* what I called “granny panties”. 

Harold told me he would give me $500 per week (per clean — I cleaned once a week) and I eagerly accepted. My God it was sexy. Harold was older (though I like older guys tbh — but usually not that old) and he was overweight, but I have never been more turned on than when I was bending over in panties to clean while he watched and touched himself like a horny yng (can’t say yng on here) man. This went on for several months. It was so incredibly sexy to me to be a tease AND get paid for it. I never told him this, but every single day after leaving his house, I would go straight home and masturbate. He had no idea what kind of sexual tension he was stirring up in me. 

Things developed into other erotic areas (remind me to tell you about “bath time”), but eventually his health got worse and he had to sell his home and go to a retirement community. Obviously, he didn’t need my cleaning services after that, so we drifted apart. 

But Harold had a huge impact on my sexual development and I was so grateful for the gift of being desired. 

There are many more Harold stories that I might open up about some day, but that’s how I got introduced to the whole panty fetish thing - and I’m so glad I was! 🥰

Love,
Sugarpea 💋