” Those legs … those stockings … you understand precisely what that does to me.

How you sit there, just in your t-shirt, your nylon-covered legs folded over each other –

You have fun with me.

And me? I kneel before you.

My hands slide over your calves, feel the great material– So smooth, so sensuous.

I kiss your foot, very first tenderly. Passionately.

My lips move over the nylon,

My tongue strokes your toes,

I lick you through the material,

Feel your fragrance, taste yourself.

You move your foot quickly, requiring –

And me? I open my mouth voluntarily.

I draw your toes, totally, gradually,

My hands massage your foot, your ankle.

You look at me– Demanding, saucy– And raise your foot in between my legs.

You gradually rub me through my trousers,

While I lick your nylon foot like a sin.

I’m hard, totally under your control.

“” You desire more?”

” Your voice is soft, hot.

And I nod.

You lead me to bed,

Get on me with your stockings– And while I hold you with my hands,

I continue to lick you –

Up until you can’t take it any longer

And pull me into you …

With the nylons on, your feet on my shoulders …

And absolutely nothing exists however your desire.”

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