My honest confession
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Publié :27/2/2019 22h25
Dernière mise à jour :17/6/2020 11h04 2748 vues
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It was my first time in a long time that i wore thigh high stockings. I confess I was so scared and nervous to try them on I made excuses not to.
I'm unsure why..
Maybe it was because I was worried about how they would look, or maybe how they would feel, or let's be honest. If they would even fit right.
In a way it's so silly..
Honestly.
I used to wear thigh highs all of the time, and other naughty or sexy garments to sensualise my body and make myself feel sexy or cute, but in the realness of it all. It had been so long and so pushed away by someone I had been seeing for so long.
I had forgotten.
Forgotten how good it feels when the lace and cotton tingle against my smooth skin as I slide them on.
Forgotten how sexy it feels gliding my fingertips against my stocking covered leg as I gaze at my reflection in the mirror.
Forgotten how sensual and beautiful I feel as his eyes sparkle when they come to meet me.
I confess I loved how it felt putting those sexy little black thigh high stockings on
I confess I wish I would of done it sooner
I confess I crave to wear all the things I once was told not to
Honestly
I happily think back to that night from time to time..
..about how I slipped those little black stockings on
...about how good they felt
I confess to craving that feeling again..
Only hoping to be forgiven for forgetting how sexy and beautiful these garments truly are and how they deserve to be worn.. just as I deserve to wear them.
Here lies my honest confession ..
Xo
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Is it wrong
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Publié :6/12/2018 22h37
Dernière mise à jour :8/8/2019 10h27 2730 vues
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Is it wrong..
That when I'm at the store..
I see things.. Not imaginary things or things that are not there, but things that could be..
I see the mirror I could be standing in front of, as i look at the hand prints you've left on my bottom..
I see the candles that smell so good and make the mood so right to where I want to do things.. but I see all the pretty colors that could be drizzled and made into art onto me..
I see the clothing.. what i could be wearing for you.. what you could be undressing me in .. what you could be blindfolding me with..
I see the movies.. the ones you like.. and I like.. the ones that could be what we watch.. after all the fun .. or just because we want to.. when you look at me and tell me to come to you..and you pull me in close..
..yes when I am at the store I see what you see..
...but I see what could be...
..and it makes my wander ...
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