Kevin awoke, groggy. The first thing he noticed was that he could see nothing. He could feel his head surrounded by a mask. The mask covered his mouth with a zipper, left his nose sticking out, and had openings for they eyes. He could feel the strap from a blindfold blinding his sight. The last think Kevin could remember was having that fourth glass of wine...
This took place in 1966. A time when the fashion called for women too wear girdles, garters, and shiny ultra sheer reinforced heel and toe nylons, spiked heel pumps/mules daily! A time when my fetish for nylons was young and in full bloom! You little pervert! I jumped up, dropped the high heel pump in my hand that I had held over my nose and I turned around...
A continuing story concerning my relationship with a sexy female decorator: She clambered eagerly from the front seat of the van and pointed a toe toward the pavement below. It was quite a reach for her and her ample chest heaved inside her overalls as she sprang from the vehicle and entered the site with a cheeky grin on her face and said in an eastern Eur...
I had the panty time of my life. I was assigned the task of photographing the Edinburgh Festival for a fashion magazine, and my accommodation had been sorted out for me by a friend. I climbed three flights of stone tenement steps to a black door numbered twenty-three and rang the bell. The door was opened by a beautiful creature, little more than five feet s...
Divya Prasad was a feared woman in the office. Strict, dominant, and not at all afraid to call you out if you screwed up. Her harsh nature was matched only by her beauty. Jet black hair with a light streak or two of gray, dark brown eyes, and a tall, womanly figure that she would often use for intimidation. Firm B-cup breasts, and a surprisingly ample butt f...
The second of several parts of my story 'Decorating her Dainties'. The reader is encouraged to read each part in sequence. * The very next morning when we were changing into our work gear, Sophia directed me to a paint-spattered retro canvas holdall with a tartan panel. She withdrew a transparent plastic bag which contained a bundle of nylon hose of all sh...
The second part of the story of the Stocking Sperm Challenge will make better sense if the reader is familiar with the original story. * Naturally, Ruby was enjoying telling April every saucy detail about what she had just put me through at my first and failed attempt at the Stocking Sperm Challenge and the history of my unsanctioned meddling with her inti...
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...
Gina-Lynn never had a problem spotting them; she knew which one she would choose the minute she walked into the shoe store. Out of the five employees' in the shoe store four looked at her cleavage pushing out from her unbuttoned blouse but number five was staring at her bright red toenails. She walked right up to number five and said she wanted him to help h...
My wife and I met in college, dated for a year and then I proposed. We have been married for two years. Xavier is a friend of ours, well, just my friend at first. Xavier and I had been friends through all of college when I met my wife and have maintained our friendship ever since. He is always around. The three of us have done plenty of double dates with d...