It all started in college when my football coach made some teammates and me participate in a ballet workshop to improve our coordination and balance.

Most of the guys balked, and eventually they dropped out or traded dance for other kinds of workout sessions.

For me, though, besides the fact that ballet meant spending an hour surrounded by mostly hot girls, it also meant that I got to be around girls who wore tights during that hour — so you bet I stayed.

During class, I loved to watch their legs, crotches, and bottoms move around in tights and leotards, knowing how firm the nylon held and the intimate places it roamed. Just by watching all those supple bodies move in tights, I felt like I was going “there,” too. Dance class proved to be a thrill unlike anything I had experienced... Read More