SUBMISSIVE PANTYHOSE FEMME...ADDICTED
JESSICA
confessions of a pantyhose addict
my name is Jessica and i am addicted to pantyhose - i enjoy every aspect of them - they way they look, the way they feel and i just absolutely flip girl watching when they are wearing hosiery
It's probably rooted in my early days when i would explore my mothers closet - going through unexplained changes during puberty, i was curious of womens clothing and since my mother had lots of stocking and pantyhose drawers, i thought i'd try them on
pantyhose were silky and felt cool and exhilarating - nylon stockings required an open girdle or corset but i mastered the snaps and was soon modeling in front of mirror - became so habit forming when i had run of house - even found some porno books that my dad had hidden amd they were real taboo
i was in heaven reading kinky sex stories and was starting to leave wet spots in my moms panties which i discreetly sought to conceal - but the real hook came the day i discovered french coffee pantyhose with a full open front crotchless panel, i often wondered why my mother owned so many crotchless pantyhose.
almost feverishly, i stripped down to try them on - and wow, pulling them up snug was exciting - my new found friend was really pulsating hard - i strutted around to see how they looked but every movement was giving me an exquisite erection - i watched in the mirror as the front open crotch panel was starting to dampen with my precumm sepage - as i pulled up on the waist band, i suddenly became weak on my knees as i creamed myself
a tremendous orgasm had me trembling in relief but also a messy pair of pantyhose - after cleaning myself, i tried rinsing them out and then hid them in laundry hoping mom wouldn't find out - i always wonder whether she did or not but either way it started me on my present fetish of pantyhose pleasure...it became a daily habit for me, cumming home and undressing, after standing naked in my mothers bedroom i would inhale her scent and begin my ritual...oiling my body became a required pleasure
followed by slowly sitting on my mother bed and putting on her pantyhose...
i would go into a dream state of mind thinking of black men i had seen that day who iwanted to dress for...everyday i grew more and more intense wanting to be with a black man...my mother had dated black men and i often wondered why she only dated black men...then years later i met a man online...he had seen pctures i posted of me waering pantyhose and he liked me...i had never had a man tell me that he found me sexy before him and i became deeply involved with him online...first he had me add stockings and garterebelts to my wardrobe...then he had me buy spiked high heels and short sweater dresses...soon i was wearing a wig and makeup for our online encounters...i was posing for him and sending him picctures daily...he was seducing me and i knew it...i wanted him so i let it happen...soon i found myself becoming his submissive...online i was doing anything he told me to do and offline i was wishing it was real...soon i found myself wanting to be his submissive femme all the time...i had no need to be anything else...then it happened...he took me into an online private room and we had cybersex...i was shaking after and cold not calm down...i was in heat and wanted this black man to become my daddy...i wanted to become his special girl...i knew then that he owned my mind and soon would control my body...i would rush home and dress to please him...i waitedfor him to appear online and then i would rush to be with him in our private chamber room...he made me feel like i was with him and yet we had never met offline...it was then that i knew i was going to do whatever it took to meet this man offline and serve and obey him without question...i had found my dream and i wanted to make it real...blkice is his name and what occured next took place in a cheap motel room...i met him there already dressed...i had oiled my body and put on my sheer to the waist nude pantyhose...i had put on the black corset he asked me to wear with my black seamed stockings...the red four inch high heels with anklestraps made me feel like i had the most sexy leggs in the world...i put on the red front button dress i knew he loved and added the blonde wig and makeup...he wanted my lipps slut red and my mascara black with blue eyeliner...the perfume i wore filled the room and made it feel like a brothel...i eaited with a bottle of chilled champane...i waited for his knock on the door...just like my mother waited for her black lovers...
confessions of a pantyhose addict
my name is Jessica and i am addicted to pantyhose - i enjoy every aspect of them - they way they look, the way they feel and i just absolutely flip girl watching when they are wearing hosiery
It's probably rooted in my early days when i would explore my mothers closet - going through unexplained changes during puberty, i was curious of womens clothing and since my mother had lots of stocking and pantyhose drawers, i thought i'd try them on
pantyhose were silky and felt cool and exhilarating - nylon stockings required an open girdle or corset but i mastered the snaps and was soon modeling in front of mirror - became so habit forming when i had run of house - even found some porno books that my dad had hidden amd they were real taboo
i was in heaven reading kinky sex stories and was starting to leave wet spots in my moms panties which i discreetly sought to conceal - but the real hook came the day i discovered french coffee pantyhose with a full open front crotchless panel, i often wondered why my mother owned so many crotchless pantyhose.
almost feverishly, i stripped down to try them on - and wow, pulling them up snug was exciting - my new found friend was really pulsating hard - i strutted around to see how they looked but every movement was giving me an exquisite erection - i watched in the mirror as the front open crotch panel was starting to dampen with my precumm sepage - as i pulled up on the waist band, i suddenly became weak on my knees as i creamed myself
a tremendous orgasm had me trembling in relief but also a messy pair of pantyhose - after cleaning myself, i tried rinsing them out and then hid them in laundry hoping mom wouldn't find out - i always wonder whether she did or not but either way it started me on my present fetish of pantyhose pleasure...it became a daily habit for me, cumming home and undressing, after standing naked in my mothers bedroom i would inhale her scent and begin my ritual...oiling my body became a required pleasure
followed by slowly sitting on my mother bed and putting on her pantyhose...
i would go into a dream state of mind thinking of black men i had seen that day who iwanted to dress for...everyday i grew more and more intense wanting to be with a black man...my mother had dated black men and i often wondered why she only dated black men...then years later i met a man online...he had seen pctures i posted of me waering pantyhose and he liked me...i had never had a man tell me that he found me sexy before him and i became deeply involved with him online...first he had me add stockings and garterebelts to my wardrobe...then he had me buy spiked high heels and short sweater dresses...soon i was wearing a wig and makeup for our online encounters...i was posing for him and sending him picctures daily...he was seducing me and i knew it...i wanted him so i let it happen...soon i found myself becoming his submissive...online i was doing anything he told me to do and offline i was wishing it was real...soon i found myself wanting to be his submissive femme all the time...i had no need to be anything else...then it happened...he took me into an online private room and we had cybersex...i was shaking after and cold not calm down...i was in heat and wanted this black man to become my daddy...i wanted to become his special girl...i knew then that he owned my mind and soon would control my body...i would rush home and dress to please him...i waitedfor him to appear online and then i would rush to be with him in our private chamber room...he made me feel like i was with him and yet we had never met offline...it was then that i knew i was going to do whatever it took to meet this man offline and serve and obey him without question...i had found my dream and i wanted to make it real...blkice is his name and what occured next took place in a cheap motel room...i met him there already dressed...i had oiled my body and put on my sheer to the waist nude pantyhose...i had put on the black corset he asked me to wear with my black seamed stockings...the red four inch high heels with anklestraps made me feel like i had the most sexy leggs in the world...i put on the red front button dress i knew he loved and added the blonde wig and makeup...he wanted my lipps slut red and my mascara black with blue eyeliner...the perfume i wore filled the room and made it feel like a brothel...i eaited with a bottle of chilled champane...i waited for his knock on the door...just like my mother waited for her black lovers...
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