Addict.
My name is Vanessa and i am an addict.
For years nothing gives me more pleasure and makes me wetter and hornier than pantyhose.
I love to wear them with no panties so that the nylon rubs me, makes me warm & juice and so sweet smelling.
I Love to see women with them, the sight of hosed legs just makes me get off, pantyhosed pussy all tight against the fabric is so damn sexy.
Yes i am an addict and NO i don't want to stop xxxx
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No need to seek help, just feed my addiction.
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Disclaimer. (images via internet) my addiction only, not me.
For years nothing gives me more pleasure and makes me wetter and hornier than pantyhose.
I love to wear them with no panties so that the nylon rubs me, makes me warm & juice and so sweet smelling.
I Love to see women with them, the sight of hosed legs just makes me get off, pantyhosed pussy all tight against the fabric is so damn sexy.
Yes i am an addict and NO i don't want to stop xxxx
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No need to seek help, just feed my addiction.
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Disclaimer. (images via internet) my addiction only, not me.
10 years ago
We also had a housekeeper who was in her 40s and wore nylon panthose all the time. When I was about 5 my parents started to have me stay over at her house on nights when they were entertaining guests for parties. One night when staying over, I misbehaved and to my shock she punished me by locking me in a dark cupboard under her stairs. I became upset and she let me out after an hour. I was sobbing. She wanted to calm me so let me lie on her lap as she sat on her couch listening to music. She was playing Beethoven's Pastorale, though I did not know the name of the music at the time. I lay on her lap and she caressed my hair softly. My cheek rested on the material of her plaid skirt which had a hem about three inches above her knees. I started to caress her nylon encased knee in synch with her touching my hair. After a while she asked if I liked the feel of the nylon, and I said yes. She asked me to sit up. She stoof briefly and unclipped her skirt at the left hip, allowing it to fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, bent over and picked it up, folding it and leaving it on the back of the couch. She sat down again and beckoned me to lie on her lap once more. She asked it the nylon felt nice on my face and I said yes.
She resumed caressing my hair but now parted her legs so my right hand could caress her right inner thigh, and she told me she like that. After a time she asked me to kneel in front of her, between her knees, and to lie on her lap bent forward. I did that and soon I was feeling the warmth of her soft thighs on both my cheeks and that special nylon sensation. She positioned my hands on her thighs where I could also enjoy the nylon. She was wearing white pants - more substantial than panties and made of cotton.
Soon the top of my head was pressing against the crotch of her pants and I felt her legs part even more, and then she was holding my head gently in her hands and rubbing herself against me through the cotton. She tensed and panted in shallow breaths until soon I was tightly in her grip and she was bucking against my head. She let out a groan and subsided, almost limp on the couch, her hands now at her sides. I was able to lift my head free and look at her pants from close. I noticed a musky warm smell and saw that her pants had a damp patch. There was no sexual arousal in this for me at the time, but years later I realised what it had meant for her. And now when I recall it, I too am highly aroused. Indeed, I have had many orgasms role-playing the situation with girlfriends and escorts over the years.