This is the first sequel to Chapter 01 submitted by BLKNYLONS in 2003. I love this story so much that I decided to write two more chapters. (I hope BLKNYLONS does not mind...). Like Chapter 1, this chapter is also taking place in 1966, when nylon stockings with garters, girdles, and stiletto high heels were an essential part of women's elegant fashion, and w...
There has always been one thing that has turned me on more than anything else, and that's a woman in stockings and high heels. I don't mean pantyhose. I mean real stockings attached to a garter belt, or stay-up thigh highs. And I don't mean clunky high heels or so-called "stripper shoes" with the platform soles. I mean old school, stiletto pumps or sexy sand...
Chapter 10 -- Epilogue? I still felt deflated a few days later. I asked Nguyet if there was any news regarding the handsome dude at her office, but I didn't get a reply. At work, I had seen Quynh and Trinh from the distance, but nothing else had developed. Nguyet told me that her mother was pushier again about her getting married. Apparently, she had also...
Chapter 3: Jenny It was at the end of my first day at The Fetish Show Shop, Mrs. Wyles had asked me to stay behind and we had ended up with me fucking her from behind while she admired herself wearing only a pair of 8 inch black heel shoes. These 8 inch heels were the highest we had and only a few clients had managed to walk in them although for many it was...
As I'm wandering through the lingerie section, I notice you watching me. I can't help but blush thinking that you must realize that I am looking for me rather than someone else. I select a pair of black lacy French briefs, the kind that mould to the shape of my arse, a matching pair of suspenders and a pair of sheer black stockings with little bows at the ba...
It is a warm morning in July and Phyllis is lying on her bed, propped up with three pillows behind her shoulders. She is beginning to please herself. Her right hand is between her labia and moving rhythmically to create the sensations she desired so very much. The pressure and the rhythm I perfect because she's perfected it: over many years, and now she know...
My wife Julia is a pretty girl, with a lovely personality, a nicely rounded but firm body and is a person who likes to dress well. She has a very good sense of fashion but, when we are out clothes shopping, she often suggests that I choose what dress or skirt she should buy. I try to use these opportunities to select something a little raunchier than she wou...
I happened to look up as you walked in. You stopped just inside the door, taking a moment to glance around to get an idea of the place before you committed to entering. You adjusted the strap of your purse and crossed to the counter. You tilted your head back to read the menu, waiting for the man ahead of you to finish, and I put down my newspaper to admire...
I sat there in the stall, the stockings tight on my legs, trying to catch my breath. I ached for some release and slowly started stroking myself. My other hand played with my nipple, twisting it hard. The stall door was still locked. I peered out of the holes in the side of the stall but no-one else was around yet. My wife had caught me indulging in my nasty...
As I grow older I become increasingly convinced that people's sexual kinks are as individual as their fingerprints. This is one reason why porn can be so unfulfilling. You spend hours trawling the net for the perfect image or video clip, and when you find something that's close you realise the girl is wearing the wrong necklace, the guy has a stupid voice or...