Erotic Experiment
Right now I’m thinking of running this as an erotic experiment. I’m going to post the stuff that turns me on – mentally and physically. That means audio, photos, and text; that means fantasies and experiences and things that are about sex without being sex – things that make me think.
Can you tell I’m excited about this yet?
…Never mind. You can probably tell from the way I’m crossing my legs.
Crossing my legs even feels better in stockings. It’s more sensual than a tight pair of jeans by far. My legs don’t stick skin to skin like they do when they’re bare; they just slide against each other, with a little nylon between them. I can feel the texture, just faintly, and it sends shivers down my spine.
Honestly, I only recently figured out I had a stocking fetish. I went into Target (laugh all you want) and just walking around the footwear/hosiery section made me extremely giddy. I was smiling, and bouncing, and I saw these soft-textured pink argyle knee socks and something low in me just twisted and started to throb. I picked out a new pair of tan stockings (real stockings, not hold ups) and the thought of them on my legs, around my thighs, tugged up by my black garters made my hands shake. Some older man walked past me while I was trying to decide between lace top or classic welt and I got so embarrassed I stashed the stockings behind some tights and ran into the shoe aisle.
Why would anyone turn red and run away if they were just innocently buying hoisery? Hah. I’d been denying it for a while and trying to pass my love of stockings off as an ex-goth thing, but that would just be ridiculous at this point. I might as well admit it’s an extreme turnon fetish.
