TLDR: I am incredibly turned on by women wearing velour tracksuits and talk about why using a stories from my sexual past.
I’m hoping that the title of my post was able to grab your attention haha. This story (more like a coffee induced stream of consciousness) is going to attempt to describe my fetish for velour tracksuits and talk about where it came from and why I am turned on so much by an article of clothing. I’m ready for all the jokes (cue the George Costanza references) and understand where they’re coming from, if you can’t laugh at yourself then who can you laugh at. However, I believe that what I outline provides a good explanation for something that initially seems outlandish (and the sex parts aren’t bad either BTW). In the past I have enjoyed sharing some of my sexual experiences on Reddit and the best part is always the feedback/comments whether they be positive, negative, confused, etc. So without further ado….