katesomerset's blog post - Just love sanitary towels...........

It sometimes feels extremely loanly, feeling like you are the only person in the world that has a sanitary towel fetish. Well, having spent the past 35 years finding these items extremely arousing, I am well aware that I am not alone in this.

My first memory of towels was from around the age of 9 or 10. I didn't know what they were, only that there was a grey and white box in the drawer under the bath that had these long, thick soft things with loops either end.

At time went on, I discovered that ladies wore these and when I was at school, we would often see discarded sanitary towels around the back of the bike sheds or in the many alleyways that lead from building to building.

My first realisation that they ment something to me sexually was the day my sister discovered she had blood in her knickers. This was on a family holiday and all of a sudden there was a sort of 'panic' and I was sent to the river for a few minutes whilst my mother attended to things. A moment later, we were all in the car, driving from the camp site down to the local store, where my sister and mother spent a few minutes, before returning with a brown carrier bag.

At this point, I still didn't know what was going on. However, once back at the camp site and again sent off to the river to fish, I realised it was something quite significant. Instead of making myself scarce, I went around to the back of the tent, hidden by undergrowth, and crawled under the flysheet. A small fishnet vent provided my view into the main tent sleeping compartment where my sister and mother were.

I watched with baited breath as my mother chatted to my sister about something, whilst holding this pink and white pad in her hand. Within a few moments my sister hitched up the hem of her dress (or skirt) and pulled her knickers down just a little. I think this was the first time in a few years that I had seen my sister's sex, allbeit from an obtuse angle. My mother indicated for her to remove her knickers completly and she duly complied, although with considerable self consiousness.

My mother handed my sister something; it was a sanitary belt. I watched as she stepped into it and pulled it up to a point just below the tops of her thighs. My mother handed her the looped towel and gave her advice as she fumbled with the dangling hooks and the two loops. Once my sister had attached the loops to the belt, she pulled it up so that the towel was snugly against her fair haired sex. She stepped into her knickers and pulled these up too, before allowing her hem to fall back down.

I kept a close eye on her over the holiday, noting when she popped into a public toilet, when she went for a shower and particularly when she was changing. I probably didn't realise it at the time, but it was the start of a life-long interest in those most personal items used by ladies at the time they most dread.

I hope to be able to add further events, observations and thoughts to later blogs, not to mention pictures. Your comments and contributions are most welcome.