I have been fascinated by panties since I first noticed as a small child that girls' undies were much prettier than boys', which I remember thinking at the time was very unfair. Later, there were a few incidents of playing "dress-up" with the girls down the street, which involved me wearing very frilly panties under petticoats and dresses -- very exciting at the time, although I knew it was taboo.
As a early teen, I became fascinated by Mommy's lingerie. At some point, I grew bold enough to sneak a pair and wear them for a while under my shorts. That fascination continued, along with the fear of being discovered. There were several very close calls, which involved extreme adrenaline rushes. When not wearing a pair of hers, I was given to checking out the lingerie sections of the Sears and Montgomery Wards catalogs.
At some point in my late teens, I worked up the courage to buy a package of my very own panties. What a rush it was.
As an adult, my fascination continued. (Once you have it, it never goes away.) Sharing that interest with different women over the years has been a mixed bag. Some were curious, some more than just curious, others were turned off. At different times, I've tried to give up panties, but it never lasted. Like so many, I've been through a number of purges.
When I met my wife, and we grew intimate, I eventually shared my interest in panties with her. She was curious, but she also realized that there was a sexual component to my interest as well, and she didn't want me to be sexually distracted. In the end, she introduced me to chastity and 24/7 panties. There were a number of hypno-therapy sessions in the process, which led me to concede to her requirement. It was hard at first, but I grew accustomed after a few months. Eventually, all of my male underwear were reduced to rags. I became her secret panty-sissy, and life went on.
These days, because of my emergent incontinence, I don't get to wear panties very much any more, only for a few hours at a time.