Forbidden Fruit

As my client approaches me, I begin to feel those urges arise within me once more.  My skirt hiked up to the fringe of my lacy stocking tops.  My hand runs along the fringe of my jacket, directing his eyes to my breasts as they slowly inflate and recede with each breath.  My imagination begins to drift to thoughts I should not be having for my client.  

But my salacious imagination is unable to contain the lustful desires within.  Reality begins to roll away like ocean waves slowly lapping upon the shore.  Visions of his naked body above mine, and his erect cock dancing upon the end of my tongue as I savor the flavor of his 'forbidden fruit'.

Mmmm, wearing nylons!

Something about stockings, just make me so horny when I have them on.  Encased in nylon, then 'gartered in', I love the feel against my bare legs, so long and soft.  But then, shaking my bare tushy around and feeling the air against my bare skin is so intoxicating.  I can't help myself but to bend over, exposing my bare tushy, and imagining my Mistress (or a man) is about to stare at my swaying target and invade me like I so need!

So overwhelming is the urge, that each time I put them on, I feel the urge to prance outside, and to put on a show, even if it is in the confines of my fenced in backyard.  But then, imagine what the neighbors would say!  I wonder if they are talking now, gathering together with binoculars, enjoying my show as I prance about. Biting my lip, I consider this.  Oh, I don't care!  In stockings, garter and high heels is the only time I feel alive!

Who knows, maybe there is another nearby with the same desires I have, screaming to get out and find 'a girl' to befriend.  :giggles:  Hhhmmm, I wonder.... 

Wouldn't that be fun?

The more I look, the more I need

The more I discover, the more 'shopping' becomes a sacred addiction.  What is it that makes nylons drive me so wild?  I am dressed for work!  An Italian business suit over my stockings, garter, and thong, and I can feel my entire body tingle with excitement!  I just can't stop, and must have more!

Oh this look in her eyes just says it all to me, calling out to me even more! 

She just makes me feel so naughty!  Looking at her, I want to be her!  Dress like her, go out, bring home another female and become such a slut!

There is something about the simplicity of the coloring that is still so sexy about this picture.  

Beginning the day, and my Secret

I guess I am in one of those moods today.  I began this blog last night, and I couldn't sleep all night.  Like coming out of the closet, my mind became alive with what to wear under my work clothes today, and how it will feel next to my skin.

I feel like a little school girl, trying to get away with something naughty. Yet it all feels so fun, I can't help it, and go ahead anyway.  As I awake, I step into the shower, feeling the water slide down my naked body.  Lathering soap in my hand, I run it along first my calf, then around my shin, then run the razor along.  My toes pointed as I am feeling so feminine now and visions of what I had layed out for myself to wear dance through my mind.  I continue on up to my thighs, careful to remove any stubble.  I giggle as I look down at the little 'heart-shaped' tuft I had shaved the day before just above my clitty.  'Oh I am feeling so naughty!'.  A slight girlish giggle escapes from my lips.  

Stepping from the shower, I dab myself dry.  

I saunter back into my room wearing only a towel. Picking up the first stocking, I sit, point my toes, scrunching up the nylon, and slowly slide them over my feet, along my ankle, up my calf.  The exhilaration as I stretch them up my thigh.  I take a dip breath, holding back the excitement as I grab the other and repeat the first step.  I have to stand and stare at myself in the mirror, looking side-to-side, and making sure the seam to my cuban heeled stockings is straight on either leg.  Then comes the...yes...I admit it....the thong.  I purchased one that will make today seem even more naughty.

Oh, I feel like such a harlot.  The material is so sheer and soft, yet so delicate with that adorable ribbon.  And the back!  The word says it all.  I pause to wonder if any of this will show under my clothes.  Then shake it off as if to tempt fate!  I MUST have this!

Then the garter, (as if any of the prior would show more than the garter straps).  Sliding it on, then carefully attaching the straps to the stockings.  I have to let out a deep breath.  Oh I feel so naughty, but I am now so addicted to the feel of this, I can't imagine a day without it, and still feeling whole.  

Standing in front of the mirror, I admire the vision.  Oh so yummy! (Did I just say 'yummy'?)  I turn from side to side, then around to admire my tush.  (Oh, and there is that word again...'tush'!)

I bite my lip, then throw on my outer layer.  The business suit!  Ack!  The cloak to cover my inner desires, and the secret I live.