I greeted my wife at the door, as she came home from work. I led her to the sofa, and sat her down pulling a small cushion over for me to sit on. Silently I slide my hands across your face feeling the softness of your skin. You start to speak and I place a finger on your lips, stopping you. I look into your eyes and kiss you our tongues dancing together...
I was about an hour into the journey home when I noticed her. I think she had only just got on, but I can't be totally sure. As is usual on these bullshit training jaunts the company send me on, I grab a table seat near the window to charge my phone and laptop, stick my headphones on, and try and use the time away from distractions at work and home to actual...
It was music to my ears. Or at least to part of me it was. My girlfriend, was now the sexual plaything of another man. And maybe even more besides. Charlotte kept smiling as she walked over to the bed and laid down next to him, kissing him, again, running her hands all over his body, enjoying his masculine figure. She had kept her tights on. He pushed her o...
This is a story based on my fetish for sheer nylon and harem/genie costumes, combined with a great deal of wishful thinking. * I was eighteen and it was the late sixties in the London suburbs. I was aching to see a woman dressed in a harem/genie costume with sheer legs and sleeves, but I had no idea how to achieve this and nobody I knew ever held costume p...
This is my first attempt at writing an erotic pantyhose story, so I welcome your feedback. Everything you see here was typed up on an iPhone. I hope to interest enough people that I will continue this overall story - much of it has already been planned out. Thanks for reading! "Just let me slide your pantyhose down a little bit." Lynn arched her back up...
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,...
On Saturday we were driving home from the dinner theater. My wife Michelle was in the back with her mother, and I was in the front with her step dad. He has made several comments about Michelle's little feet and toes; the color of her nail polish and the size of her feet (6) over the years, so we have suspected him as a foot lover even though my wife's mothe...
Hello, my name is David, and I have a, I guess you can call it, an addiction. It isn't drugs or alchol, my is more of a, well, a kink: I love pantyhose. Whenever I see a woman in a skirt and her legs are covered in pantyhose, I just lose my mind. Sure, I love women's legs as much as the next guy, but pantyhose just give this nice feel when your hands rub the...
I have had the good fortune in life to have shared my penchants with likeminded women, in the ebb and flow, they have accommodated me to a great extent by acquiescence or persuasion. However, nothing quite compares to the spontaneous, unexpected or clandestine flashes of a girl's ( or woman's) knickers. Knickers in Britain, panties to the rest of the plane...
note to readers: please don't waste your time reading this story if your not into femdom and fetish. It's not written for you. * After finding out what was missing in her life, Lisa doesn't waste anytime filling the void. Her natural instinctive abilities as a dominant women are out pictured in this tale of realization and self discovery. Chapter 1 I r...