Chapter Two - Don't Be a Sissy! "I'm not sure I like you referring to me as a MILF," Mrs Cashmore said. I had counted the hours until I was back in Mrs Cashmore's house. Much to my mother's regret I had not elected to go on to university and had taken a job in a hardware store to help my mother pay the bills. I had told her that I intended to continue my e...
My wife asked me where my stocking fetish came from. When I was a late teenager in the 50's, real nylon stockings had just come to the UK and all the women started wearing them. They were very expensive at the time, so women would look after them, wash them and generally treat them with great care. I would watch my Mother take her nylons off in the evening,...
This story is semi-autobiographical and set in the UK in the late 1980's. My other stories have been quite short. This is quite a bit longer and will run into several parts - my magnum opus so to speak. I wrote a version for another now defunct site but have redeveloped it to meet Literotica's higher standards. I hope you like it. -------------------------...
I was now totally dressed, in 4" open toed sandals, with black seamed fully fashioned stockings attached to the garters of a tight fitting waist cincher, wearing an underwire long-line support bra with "Pad inserts" that pushed to give me a cleavage. My makeup was incredible, with blue eye shadow, long eyelashes, and heaps of lipstick, and I was wearing a...
I was in a foul mood, I had just snagged an expensive pair of my best stockings and because of the mood I was in and because I was late for work it could happen again. When you turn forty years of age we all look back on the things we have cocked up in our miserable lives and vow to make things better in the last half. My biggest mistake was Andrew, my phil...
Villain's Prologue Okay, I'm thinking to myself, ... maybe this part was a mistake. But, I had to make sure she was gonna be there today. There's no use in exposing a perfectly beautiful plan, if the target is going to be taking one of her sick days. She's there, all right. All fresh, and crisp, and classy, like always. I watch her rise from her desk, a...
Michele Ascending My wife had left me a year ago. I'm surprised she waited as long as she did really. We were married when we were both eighteen when I was in the army. She had been my only girlfriend and I was scared she wouldn't wait for me because I was being deployed overseas. It was a whirlwind romance. I'd heard rumours that she'd been a bit loose be...
I've always loved stockings. I remember when I was a little girl I found a pair of my mother's old suspenders, from when stockings were the only option, in the dressing-up box. I thought they were fascinating and wanted to try them on with some stockings, but my mother still bought my clothes and there was no way I was brave enough – or rich enough – to bu...
It was late on a Thursday afternoon when Monsignors car arrived at the house and went to the rear of the driveway so it was almost out of sight. Monsignor had driven from the rectory with the Bishop as his passenger. I opened the rear door of the house and told them I would get their overnight cases and lock the car. They were in casual clothing and went ins...
Chapter 16 -- The Conclusion After putting this story to bed in July 2005 and then reviving it again in March 2007, I have finally run out of ideas for our intrepid transvestite prison prostitute. That said, after you read on and see how I have ended the series, you could argue that there is plenty more to explore in this story; especially the development o...