A big part of the Holidays is visiting family and friends left and right; eating our brains out and kissing old ladies on the cheeks.

We spent an evening with family members, there were about 20 of us there and the only one wearing pantyhose was my lady. I hadn’t made much of it during the evening but the more I drank the hornier I got…Go figure, who would have thought alcohol could have such an effect on people.

At the end of the evening, some of the younger members of the family had decided it would be great of we all got together for a drink at a local pub – minus the crying cranky kids and over energetic aunts and uncles. My lady and I both agreed it would be nice to go out a bit in our hometown as we rarely get a chance to do so anymore. But first, we agreed to head back to where we were staying and change into some more comfortable, unfortunately for me I knew that meant my lady would be trading her pantyhose for some jeans. I had to stop that !

We got back to my parents’ place- that’s where we were staying for the Holidays; headed down to my old bedroom in the basement and proceeded in getting changed. But right before she could do anything I grabbed her twisted her so that her back was to my front. Holding her chin up, I kissed her neck slowly making my way up to her ear and whispering “I want you. Now.”

Leaving her guards down, she let me caress her breast through her black lace bra my hands seemed to have a single goal: reach for the pantyhose ! They slipped down between her legs where I could feel how wet she was getting and continued their way down to the bottom of her skirt. In a single move, I pushed my lady on to her knees on my bed and hiked up her skirt to reveal her beautiful soft nylon covered ass. Rubbing my hard cock against it, she moved her butt cheeks up and down, appreciating this teenage-esque dry hump.

Taking advantage of her position, while bumping my cock against her ass I used my hands to feel the arches of her nylon covered feet. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore; i pulled down her pantyhose and let myself into her very welcoming sex.

Moaning quietly but still too loudly, I covered her mouth with my hand while pulling her my the shoulder with the other, deeper into her, harder and faster.

On the final lapse, she squeezed her butt cheeks tighter around my cock and I couldn’t hold it in any longer and as much as I wanted to cum in her, I had another idea in mind. Just as we were about to climax, together, I pulled out rapidly, pulled back her hose onto her ass and came in quite an impressive amount right there, on her pantyhosed ass.

Seemingly surprised, I was hoping she wouldn’t take it too badly – boy was I ever glad to see her turn her head around back and smile at me. “I knew it so bad. I knew you wouldn’t resist you perv.”

I threw myself beside her on the bed, we lied there for the rest of the night, half naked, happy and completely forgetting about those who were waiting for us at a local pub…

Oh well.

At our New Years party it was not me wearing the craziest and the highest shoes! I am not sure you can call these high heels but for sure they ARE very high and not that easy to wear either! I did want but then during the party I just forget to ask her for her boots to try on – I´ve never worn such! I know some call them ponyboots, some even ballet boots, but they are not- though I would not know the correct name for them. I confess I also think them ugly, but also very fascinating – aren´t they? And this is quite a funny look when one traipses on those crazy boots over the snowy wet terrace

Today I am supposed to run 7 miles, but I’m not as concerned about the length of the run as what I will be running in:

Did you see that? The high today is 17 with a wind chill of 2! Knowing this weather was coming soon, I bought some of those pantyhose thingies that runners wear. With that in mind, I’ll reiterate: I’m not as concerned about the length of the run as I am WHAT I WILL BE RUNNING IN:

I must say this is a new experience for me and I am concerned. Concerned how I will look, concerned how I will feel, concerned if I will be able to feel, concerned how others will look at me, concerned how others will feel when they look at me….

Oh well. Here goes nothing!

Before I go for bed some pics of my outfit tonight- skintight blue metallic latex dress with matching but crazy extreme high heels by 6inchforever!

Bevor ich zum Bett gehe, hier noch ein Paar Pics von meinem heutigen Outfit – ein hautenges Latex-Kleid mit passenden aber verrückt hohen Absätzen von 6inchforever.

I love stockings. Blue, yellow, fishnet, stripped… Thigh high, pantyhose… It doesn’t matter. Thought I’d try taking some photos of my legs in them. Comments welcome.

I decided to share a couple of pictures of me, none with my face because I’d rather not explain that around school, but here are a few of me from behind .  The photos were taken of me by my ex (thankfully using my camera)!

I think I have a pantyhose fetish…

I simply love these tights! They are brilliantly designed, and paired with the right heel they can be glorious. See more here. Want to pair one with a stunning paper dress? If so, voila.

is THIS a great pantyhose, isn´t it- on the first sight you might think it is leggings – I wore this with my blue leather thigh high boots in the city as it just startet snowing.. somehow romantic…

I’ve never had a day like today.

This blog typically captures dreamy stories of teaching through rose tinted glasses. Not today it doesn’t.

I had 31 second graders alone today, not for the first time, but I’m starting to believe that the days before christmas is inversely proportional to the bad behavior of my students. I tried everything. I rang the bell. I wrote names on the board. I took away playtime. I wrote more names on the board. I took away recess. I yelled. I never yell.

Everytime I finished asking my kids to be quiet or sit in their chairs, or please don’t eat that, or don’t you dare punch that girl in the face, I’d no sooner turn around and they’d be at it again. I got my own lunch taken away because I got asked to run copies and don’t have enough spine to say no. It was no good.

However, the last ten minutes of the day brought two miraculous moments, signs from God, telling me that I’m doing alright, I’m on the right road, and being an educator is in fact, what I’m supposed to do.

One little girl, clearly seeing how frazzled I was came up to me, tapped me on the shoulder and gave me a hug. She pulled away and send “Miss Shannon, it’s not you, it’s us, we’re really bad, you’re really good”

As if that wasn’t enough to tug at the heartstrings, afterwards another girl tapped on my should, I expected the same sentimental moment.

instead, she stopped and whispered, “Jake is saying very very very inappropriate words.” I looked at her, spent, and she stopped and whispered again ” Like, Pantyhose…” I couldn’t help but laugh.  You know you’re in the right place, when even the most horrible of days isn’t enough to stop you from wanting to go back again tomorrow.

Keeping up with the pantyhose theme….credit to David Oldridge. This is such a playful picture!

Goddess Ophelia was a great host this evening. I met her at her comfortable loft, candles burning, jazz playing – she hit the bull’s eye by wearing sheer nude pantyhose, just as I had asked.

Her massage was rough, her hands gliding everywhere on me. I liked it – I was feeling sleepy before meeting her but felt a rush of energy as the massage went forth.

She talked – a lot. But she knew just when to keep quiet. Her personality was bubbly, funny and smart. Great company…but then of course, having a naked woman in pantyhose rubbing herself on me while spreading oil on my body makes for great company anytime…

When Bradley told Trisha there was a surprise he had for her, she was expecting something to do with his cock. She was not expecting him to be a secret spokesmodel for Just for Her pantyhose.

“Is that pantyhose you’re wearing?” She asked. She knew it was but had to be clear. The room was dimly lit and without her glasses on, Trisha wasn’t entirely sure what she was seeing.

“I love wearing women’s pantyhose,” Bradley confessed as he got out of his jeans, “I don’t know why, I just do.”

Trisha was skeptical. If Bradley was revealing his love of pantyhose, there were more skeletons in the closet. “Anything else I should know about?”

“I’m not into cross-dressing and I’m completely hetero,” he reassured, “this is the only strange thing.”

“Okay,” Trisha nodded in acceptance, “so where do we go from here?”

“I was hoping we can continue what we were doing in the bedroom,” Bradley suggested.

Trisha contemplated her next action for a brief moment. There would only be one condition she could go back to Bradley’s bedroom. “Put on Prince and perform for me.”

“Perform?” Bradley repeated. Revealing the secret was heavy enough; now his new girlfriend wanted him to do some kinky dance to Prince? What in the hell?

Suddenly, he didn’t think his pantyhose fetish was all that bad.

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Bradley’s past girlfriends had given him strip teases. He’s had a few do sexy dances for him. But for the shoe to be on the other foot was something he wasn’t ready for. Bradley was sure Trisha wasn’t trying to humiliate him. She didn’t have the time to do something that heinous. But he wasn’t sure what she was up to. Maybe she was freakier than originally thought.

Either way, Bradley found himself going through his Prince playlist looking for the right song. Am I really doing this shit? The question was an unfathomable yes. But he had to swallow his pride; Trisha was growing impatient. “I’m waiting,” she cooed from the bed.

Bradley found the perfect song. Gett Off. It was one of Prince’s sexiest songs and he knew Trisha would like the show he had in mind. “I’m ready.”

The bass line of the song has a rolling, vibrating beat—the type one would imagine if they’re in a club. Bradley was no expert at stripping for females so he didn’t attempt to do anything sexy for he might come out looking ridiculously stupid. Instead, he focused on his girlfriend. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the foot of the bed. Mouthing to Prince’s lyrics, Bradley undid every button of Trisha’s dress as he concentrated on her brown orbs. With the exception of her barely-there bra and underwear, Trisha was naked.

Trisha felt her breathing morph into sporadic breaths as she watched in hot anticipation on what her lover was going to do next. She never thought she would be so aroused by seeing him perform for her. The pantyhose just added a bonus effect. Meanwhile, Bradley stood over Trisha, locking her legs between his thighs. He reached around her back and undid her bra. He smoothed his hands back to her full breasts and cupped them, rubbing his thumbs over the areolas and gently pinching the nipples.

Bradley gently pushed Trisha on her back and moved so he could spread her legs. He bent down and hooked her thong with his thumbs and removed it from her body. He then brought the panties to his face and inhaled her exhilarating scent. No two women share the same scent and Bradley would know that for a fact. He had been with many women and they all had different smells to them. But the smell of Trisha’s pussy made him delirious with heat. His cock began twitching inside his pantyhose and Bradley knew he couldn’t wait too much longer.

Neither could Trisha. “Enough with the goddamn foreplay. Just fuck me already!”

It would be too long to describe who it is that my fetish for pantyhose and tights came about in my life – but needless to say that over the years I’ve developed a certain knowledge on the feminine garment…

My lady usually brings me along when she shops who hose, some of my closer female friends know I appreciate great legs and always point out when they have a new pair to “show” me. When I meet up someone for “company” I usually asked that pantyhose be involve…You see where I’m going with this ? I’m slightly obsessed.

Early today a girl I’m planning on meeting asked me if I was certain about wanted “panty-hose” ? Or I didn’t want stockings, like the stay-ups…Well now, I quickly responded that I sure as hell didn’t want stockings ! I wanted sheer pantyhose and nothing else ! To which she later replied: “You seem to know what you’re talking about…”

Trust me, I do.

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When Bradley told Trisha there was a surprise he had for her, she was expecting something to do with his cock. She was not expecting him to be a secret spokesmodel for Just for Her pantyhose.

                “Is that pantyhose you’re wearing?” She asked. She knew it was but had to be clear. The room was dimly lit and without her glasses on, Trisha wasn’t entirely sure what she was seeing.

                “I love wearing women’s pantyhose,” Bradley confessed as he got out of his jeans, “I don’t know why, I just do.”

                Trisha was skeptical. If Bradley was revealing his love of pantyhose, there were more skeletons in the closet. “Anything else I should know about?”

                “I’m not into cross-dressing and I’m completely hetero,” he reassured, “this is the only strange thing.”

                “Okay,” Trisha nodded in acceptance, “so where do we go from here?”

                “I was hoping we can continue what we were doing in the bedroom,” Bradley suggested.

Trisha contemplated her next action for a brief moment. There would only be one condition she could go back to Bradley’s bedroom. “Put on Prince and perform for me.”

“Perform?” Bradley repeated. Revealing the secret was heavy enough; now his new girlfriend wanted him to do some kinky dance to Prince? What in the hell?

Suddenly, he didn’t think his pantyhose fetish was all that bad.

In the depths of Montreal’s dark alleys and small communities lies a world that is just begging to be explored…a very perverted world that is.

She was young and talented, smart and sexy – the perfect lady to spend a rainy Wednesday night with. I found her on one of those free ads site. Her ad stated : “Ex-ballerina for a great massage”, that pretty much sealed the deal because after all I figured ballerina = wearing tights and you’ll figure out by reading this blog that tights and pantyhose are very much on my top list of things I like. Anyways, we settled for an evening massage and I met her at her loft that was only a few steps away from my own place.

She greeted me with a sweet smile and I caught sipping away at a beer while folding her laundry. Somehow catching her as such just made things a lot more realistic and sexy.

As I removed my clothes and got comfortable on the table, she watched over me, making me blushing just a bit. Once laid down, her hands made their way on every single muscle of my body. Up and down, soft and hard. She eventually removed everything she was wearing and that’s when I asked: “Would you mind slipping into something special?” She agreed. I pointed out that I had brought a pair of sheer pantyhose and she would find them in my coat pocket. She proceeded to putting the pantyhose on and although I couldn’t see much without my glasses, I could her slipping into the sheer hosiery, thus causing me to get even harder.

As the massage continued, I eventually slipped over and she got back on the table, letting her breasts slide along my chest, bringing her head next to mine, letting me smell her hair, feel her warm breath. I couldn’t have asked for a more relaxing moment…the feel of her warm body, the slippery hose closely touching my twitching cock…oh good times !

Eventually her hands slipped onto my cock. Lubed up, she started stroking me, slowly and softy- building up and tightening her grip around my penis, my hips moved with the rhythm of the strokes, my moans getting louder, my breath getting deeper…but nothing was happening…

It wasn’t her, really. Everything was there, believe me. I just have a hard time cumming sometimes…It’s practical but not so much when you’re being timed. And so I suggested a different way of ending; I got up beside the massage table, had her lie down, exposing me her beautiful arched hosed feet. Now, I’m not much of a foot person but I occasionally a nice clean pair of feet encased in nylon – and so under her watchful regard, I masturbated away holding her feet in one hand, stroking with the other.

Not long after I spunked my creamy white cum all over her feet, almost collapsing myself.

We joked a bit – i cleaned myself off, she removed the pantyhose and we parted.

There is nothing more chic than seeing a female in a tasty dress with stockings and high heels. When I wear heels I  prefer to wear stockings also but when I wear flats I don’t wear but pantyhose.

Men are continuously excited seeing women in stockings and high heels. The heels set off the pose to exalt the breast and butt , and the stockings are just simply sexy, both to look at  and to feel.

Stockings and high heels with garters are therefore engaging since they make our legs look awesome. We have to have nylons on our legs and have our butt cheeks and upper thighs denuded. That means we don’t have to take everything off when we go to the the lavatory, or to make love, and we have skin available for kissing and caressing, and still get to keep our nylons on.

Moreover, they make your legs look longer, and longer legs are really sexy legs…..I definitely feel sexier when I wear my black stockings and high heels with the seam up the back and my black high heels. And it drives my hubby wild too.

I wear stockings with high heels when I want to look dressy or especially formal, or to impress! When I elect to wear stockings, I regularly wear a garter belt and an intensely diminutive matching sheer thong and brasserie. (I must forevermore be coordinated below). Ultra sheer hosiery makes my svelte legs and dainty feet look then unabashedly finished -very sensual!

Most often I glee my self (and others) wearing ultra sheer stockings and high heels which are in truth high and of course a garter belt. Anything I wear with them is good with him.  When I wear them with jeans and he can’t contain himself, and tries to get the jeans off all night long. If we go to a restaurant, he is continually putting his hand under my skirt pulling on my garter strap during dinner. The guy is restive!

Very many women have the a feet sliding issue When wearing stockings and high heels; Possibly your shoes may be a size too large, if they allow your foot to slip like that. So again, as you have noticed, stockings will make your foot smoother and slipperier.  I solved that problem by inserting insoles. Doctor Scholl’s makes 3 products specifically “For Her”; Ball of Foot Cushions, Open Shoe Insoles, and Comfort Insoles. By taking up just a little space in your shoes these may help them stay on your feet, making them comfortable too.

At the end of the day, every man I know adores to see women wearing stockings and high heels. They like them with all outfits with skirts, dresses and even jeans. Chiefly sheer black stockings, with a matching garter belt and bra. Guys (and dolls) are irreparable! I cling to with what works.