Tag: pantyhose

Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Little Davey is so sweet to his Mommy. He told me he’d found this new little European-style lingerie Boutique downtown that claimed to have the most luxurious selection of pantyhose. They only scheduled shopping experiences by appointment, so Mommy made one just for Davey and I.

The day of our appointment came, and Davey was so excited he kept tugging at his slacks. Mommy would slap his hand and remind him it wasn’t polite to fidget and that if he was a good boy and held all of his cummies until they got back home, she would give him a big, big reward. With Davey’s promise lingering between them to be a good boy and do just that, they walked into the beautiful shop.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I could be wearing the most expensive dress or skimpiest lingerie, and the first thing you’d notice is the nylon covering my legs. Wheater I’m wearing soft, black fishnet thigh highs or sheer, suntan nude pantyhose, your gaze drifts right to my legs. Tonight, we’re at a charity function, and you couldn’t care less what dress I’m wearing or what might be underneath because all you can think about is pulling out your cock and rubbing it against my soft nylon-clad legs.

I can see it in your face—the need. You’re so easy for me to read, it’s why I wore them. We sit at the big round table with strangers we’ve never met. The lights dim as the speaker is about to step on stage, and I slip off my high heel. Lifting my leg under the long tablecloth to drape it over your thigh.

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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

You hired a ladyboy to wear pantyhose with you while traveling on business. A fetish you’ve never indulged in until how. You’ve dressed up and laid back on your hotel bed, waiting for me to arrive. The service told you I was highly rated and would fulfill all your needs. When you heard the knock at the door, your nerves almost made you stay silent. Thinking I’d turn away if you didn’t, but then finally you squeaked out a weak, “Doors open.”

I walked in wearing suntan nude pantyhose that shimmered against the harsh hotel lighting. The skirt I wore concealed my cock from you, but that was okay because all you could think about were my long, toned legs for the moment.

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Sex Kitten Lyric 1-844-332-2639 x247

If you follow my twitter account, you will know that I fucking love thigh highs, pantyhose and stockings.  If you don’t follow me on twitter, you should 😉  Anyways, last few days, as I have been staying naughty at home, more and more so I have been going through several of my drawers, specifically my stockings drawer and my panty drawer.   Continue reading “Thigh High Stockings Phonesex” →

Sex Kitten Lyric 1-844-332-2639 x247

A few days ago, I had one of the hottest and kinkiest pantyhose phonesex call.  I was the babysitter and I was offered a whole bunch of $$$ if I would take care of a little sissy.  To my surprise, the sissy wasn’t young and when I first saw him, he wasn’t really even a sissy.  LOL.  But instead he was a kinky fucker who loooooooved pantyhose and being a subbie to a mommy or a babysitter.

So I got to wear my shiny nylons which he got for me and also for himself.  Oh he was wearing a pair too.  He wanted me to make him into my toilet bitch slave.  So guess what?  I got to shower him with my golden nectar through my shiny nylons.  Then….. Continue reading “P+P = Pantyhose & Pegging Phonesex” →

Those Silk Stockings Phonesex shopping…  Browsing the lingerie store, you find yourself drawn to a table lined with Silk Stockings. Trying to hard to keep your hands to yourself, but you cannot. You have to touch them, to feel their silky smoothness against your fingertips. The texture is both soothing and erotic at the same time. I know it must be hard for you, but you fought the urge to pick them up and sniff them.

You know that getting caught sniffing Those Silk Stockings Phonesex would be an embarrassment. Your cheeks are flushed and your hands itch. Why are you still standing there? Why are you torturing yourself? Continue reading “Those Silk Stockings Phonesex” →