As I entered the bedroom behind Sue, I was utterly dumbfounded and astonished when I saw Nancy standing in the far corner. It was not the Nancy that had just sat at the dinner table across from me; instead, she had completely changed into a different woman, a --- dominatrix! She wore shiny black high-heeled knee-high leather boots and had smooth black nylon stockings on her legs that were attached to six black garter belt...

"What size can I get for you?" The saleswoman asked. 'And what color?" "How about... 2 pairs of black stockings in size 10, and 2 pairs of tan ones in size 6." Again, although I wanted stockings in two different sizes, she didn't ask about this strange request in any way, probably, and rightly, assuming that the larger size pairs were actually for me. "Ok, great." She placed the four pairs I wanted on her cashier's counte...

The stunning brunette double-checked and triple-checked her makeup at least a dozen times in the bathroom mirror before leaving it to dress. Not less than two hours ago, she had been Linus; however, as each layer of makeup was applied, the male vanished, and Linda appeared, so she no longer referred to herself as a male after that. She approached the bed, shed her silky flowing dressing, and found the ensemble she had lai...

Seeing my sister looking so sad broke my heart. Unlike most teenage brother and sister relationships, we got along—always had—perhaps it was because we spent nine months together in our mother's womb. Even though fraternal rather than identical, we still seemed to share some of that mystical twin bond you hear so much about. I saw Sarah as my best friend. The one I could share all my secrets with, and she felt the same wa...

"When the body of the stocking is complete, the weaver lays them on a flat bed, folds them lengthwise and sews them along the back of the stocking, creating a gorgeous seam as they go. Then voila! You have a fully-fashioned nylon stocking." Hearing my Mom talk about nylons while looking and touching them on her legs was - inspiring. My cock was rock hard now. My little sex brain started to take over, emboldening me to ask...

Chapter 4 - Spanked By The Photocopier Salesman It was what I thought, just an average day in the office. I arrived wearing my usual office-type clothes. I had on a very short, smart blue pinstripe skirt and jacket with a crisp white blouse underneath. I was also wearing my trademark fully-fashioned nude stockings and a satin suspender belt which held them up with metal clasps and obviously I had on a sexy pair of high he...

Chapter 2 - Flirting And Flashing My Panties And Stockings At The Builders I do love to flirt and there are some very sexy-looking young builders who are working on a site not too far from where I live. I had been thinking about some sexy chat with one of these builders and it got me so turned on that I started to masturbate thinking about what our sexy chat could lead to. I thought about lots of very naughty things and a...

Monday I started noticing my mother as a real woman when I moved back home after my first year in college residence. When I arrived at the train station, she wrapped me in her arms and crushed me to her body. I returned the hug, of course, and having been exposed to the comings and goings of college women every day, I had gained a new appreciation for their more mature…attributes. Mom was wearing a mid-calf-length dress,...

I was feeling good because I had gotten off early from work. I was the assistant manager of a shoe store in a mall and I worked a very irregular schedule. I had worked four hours today, and at one o’clock I was off for the day. I was driving home, and on the seat beside me was a small paper bag with a gift in it for my wife, Linda. Light blue nylon stockings. They were really a present for both of us because I liked stock...

My printer had refused to work properly the entire day, and now I found myself at my wit's end literally; cursing everyone around me for my own misfortune. There was some luck left in my cup to drink, so to speak, as the whole floor was rather empty at that time. My eyes lingered at the golden watch on my wrist and I could not believe it. “Fuck…” I gritted my teeth realizing it was half-past 10 pm already. A sense of desp...

When James returned, he seemed preoccupied. A number of the others suggested he was still dealing with the loss of a family member. I knew different. He was simply paranoid that someone (mainly me) has discovered his little secret. He did seem especially funny towards me by looking at me after he made a joke, etc. I tried my best to act normally but knowing what I did about how he fantasized about me made it hard. There h...

My adventure began when a coworker was on vacation. James seemed like a nice enough guy. He was married with a kid. Good looking, well built. The kind of guy I would probably make out with if drunk at a Christmas party – if he wasn't married, of course. As it turned out, he had an aunt pass away and was granted three days leave to travel for the memorial. It was a very busy time of year within our organization, but as ano...

The inclusion of the black satin panties into his masturbation routine gave Ian pleasure beyond his imagination, especially when he wore them under his slip. Sometimes he would forgo rubbing himself and lie face down on his bed and slide his lower torso back and forth across the mattress so the sensation of slip and panties against each other was felt by his legs and cock. He was never disappointed when he seemed to finis...

As I inch down the hallway, I can feel my anxiety steadily increasing. With each shallow, shuffling step, my heart rate continues to climb. Part of me feels certain that every single coworker within the hallway can hear the thundering sound of my pulse, like a deep bass drum. Each smile and polite nod that I see is simply another indication that I’ve been discovered. Why else would they be so nice; why would they be so di...