Back at work in the new year, I was missing Sophia's horny body. A sight for sore eyes amongst the chaotic views of site work. She turned up all overalls and paint rags one lunchtime at the end of the first week. I was mortified when she took her bag of used nylons away with her. I had missed her naughty little body and her cheeky ways but to have a little...
His Mistress is a harsh task master. She expects him to tend to her in whatever way she requires. For the moment. When he complies, she might allow him some pleasure, but she always exacts a price for whatever she bestows. The very thought of kneeling before her makes him hard. Being given the permission is nearly too much to bear. She stands now in op...
My taxi was booked for 7.30 Greg's pantyhose party was at 8, drink would be provided, all I had to do was attend wearing my smokey gray pantyhose and have two spare pair with me as I may need them! The time was a little after 7 having showered I was ready to dress for the party. I had laid my pantyhose on the bed earlier and now picked them up to slip into....
The most delicious feelings of depravity course through him as he stands under the warm torrent of the shower squeezing his balls with one hand, gripping his dribbling cock firmly with the other. With eyes closed, nylon, silk, leather and lace; her softness and her damp sweetness fill his mind. Images sweep over him: her breasts and that gorgeous cleft b...
Lunch was a pleasant time. I'd prepared and served the food, but we had sat together in the lounge. The blinds down against the weather and prying eyes. The time had felt much closer to friends chatting over lunch than the Mistress-sissy relationship of our previous time together. Viv probed gently about my desires. Intently interested in where and how I had...
I was standing by the door of the bar outside my apartment when I saw Sammy coming up the street. She was wearing a loose fitting sleeveless white summer dress and her hair was arranged in pigtails which cascaded over her pretty bare shoulders and came to rest on each of her delightful little breasts. The fragile straps of her white brassiere showed beyond h...
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,...
Wearing only sheer black stockings I take your hand and place it between my thighs. I guide your fingers higher, letting them swirl over the stretchy nylon covering my delicate and damp lady parts. Your tender touches shoot sensual sparks through me. I begin to understand why you find stockings so erotic. I reach in to my bag and pull out another pair of s...
"Why don't you join us, Ella?" said Lexi with a syrupy sigh. She lifted her foot and flexed her toes outwards, spreading apart the thin nylon of her suntan pantyhose. With a distracted eye, I noticed that her toenails were painted a shade of deep crimson that perfectly matched the shimmering gloss of her full lips. Beside her, Karen slid her hand along Lexi'...
I was running late, I thought I was going to miss my train. I'd just stepped on board as the carriage doors shut. The carriage was almost empty, just a few single seats taken near the back. I found somewhere to sit with a double seat opposite an empty double seat with a table in between. I placed my bag on the seat next to me, and placed my phone on the tabl...