I’m a stockings gal. Garters, seams, French heel. I would normally not be seen dead in tights, let alone garishly coloured pantyhose, but when Leanne told me what she was planning that Saturday evening, well, I was more than a little intrigued.
Apparently, the new gal pal activity was to go out, buy the softest, sheerest, most brightly coloured tights, put them on and then go home and remove them. Sounds bonkers right? But it often led to lots of sexy fun, I’d been told, and I’d had my eye on Leanne for a very long time.
As I waited for the taxi to arrive, I couldn’t help a shiver going from my nape all the way down my spine as I imagined my nails scraping up the nylon. It was a love/hate thing with me. Knowing full well tights were the order of the day, I was sure to pull my best stockings on… handmade in Italy, exquisite items of pure silk that took care and respect to slide into. The double palm shuffle to straighten a wobbly seam and only using the flat pad of your fingertips and thumbs so ensure absolutely no snagging as you adjust the welt.
I take great care of my hands, spending a fortune on manicures to avoid any hangnail situations. I told you, I’m rather obsessed, so even now with the tantalising thought of maybe sharing a moment with my secret crush later, laddered tights are still sending me into spirals of conflicting thoughts.
At last the taxi arrives and takes me to Harvey Nicks where we are to meet for a cocktail before heading to the lingerie department.
Good god Leanne is stunning. She and her friend have chosen a window seat where they can cross their long legs and dangle their Louboutins seductively from pointed toes. So...
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Read all about the wonderful author: Tabitha Rayne
So good
Pls i need posy
Very sexy would love to be in the middle of those ladies with my hard member