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...
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,...
Nylons and oral sex have been my obsessions for as long as I can remember. I am nearly 70 now, so that is a long time. When I was a teenager, women all wore stockings, no pantyhose and it was rare to see women in trousers. So, it was bare legs or stockings. My father always bought my mother her stockings, Bear Brand I think they were, and always shiny and...
In the early 1970s, before pantyhose replaced stockings, I had a neat experience on a local commuter airline. Shortly after boarding one morning, I seated myself in an aisle seat where I knew I would have a nice view of the stewardesses. On this flight, there was one particularly beautiful stew--a Chinese woman in her mid-20s, about 5'7", trim, and slender l...
One evening I was out with some friends from work, we went to a small bar that was crowded. As the evening progressed the bar thinned out and there was a woman sitting alone at one of the tables. She was in her late thirties and was wearing a white blouse with black slacks on. She was quite attractive. All of the guys that I was with were in the mid twenti...
Note: This story is true, with very little embellishment. It starts at the beginning, and follows my life long sexual tendencies, practices, etc. I hope you find it interesting - I sure did!! * * * * * My earliest recollection of nylons is when I was very young (early 50's). My Aunt Helen, who lived with us, worked as a secretary at a trucking company, and...
For years, Roger was limp. It was a combination of things. Anti-depressants. Age. Chronically jacking off to cuckold and nylon themed porn. His wife certainly didn't help either. She was drop dead gorgeous. Always made up to perfection with raven black hair and perfectly sculpted tits. She knew about her husband's struggles but she didn't know whether to be...
In 1959 Brian Macklin was in his mid forties and was making just enough money to get along; his dreams of affluence were ruined when his marriage failed. He used to be a sales executive for an affluent London based firm but all of that came to an end when his wife left him; his father-in-law owned the firm where he worked; say no more. To make matters worse...
Alice and I both awoke at about the same time. A quick trip to the bathroom for each of us and we headed downstairs together. Kathleen was sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs reading the newspaper and sipping a cup of coffee. "Good morning sleepyheads," she greeted us. "Stay in your nighties, if you want, and join me for a cup of coffee." We soon bot...
As a recently divorced woman taking in the decadent ways of Mardi gras, I decided to indulge my sense of reckless abandon one steamy afternoon. The urge to indulge came upon me while taking a shortcut through a shaded, narrow alley on the way to my hotel. I stumbled upon a young woman getting fucked in the shadows against a stone wall. I couldn't help myself...