HNT - Flash!
Sit down.
Shut up.
Hold still.
You could tug my garters off with your teeth, from where you’re sitting.
You know it’s never going to happen, but I want you to think about it. Think about kissing me right where the nylon stocking tops almost give way to skin. Think about darting your tongue over that border, feeling the smooth texture of the nylon, tasting my thigh.
You’re leaning in so close; your head is almost under my skirt. My panties are just out of view but you can barely smell the tang of heat and musk. The nylon swish when I crisscross my legs distracts you, then you feel my bare stockinged foot pressed against you there - firmly - my toes pointed to heaven.
Do you want it?
Do you want me to touch you there, again, with my hands? Do you want to feel me run them over your thighs, up your sides, rubbing my palms over your nipples?
Do you want my tongue - I wet my lips - do you want my tongue there, or higher up? Tell me where you want it. I’ll straddle your lap and grind my wet lace panties against you right where my foot was and there will be no mercy until you tell me exactly where you want it.
You don’t have to use words. I’ll just experiment… you can just twitch, and breathe, and moan. Just don’t hold back. I love to see you squirm.
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March 9th, 2006 at 3:53 pm
Lovely legs! And stockings! HHNT!
March 9th, 2006 at 5:11 pm
Wow, that made my day. How will I get any work done now? I’m going to have to take a trip to the loo to take care of this. And my boss thinks I don’t do anything around here…
March 9th, 2006 at 9:16 pm
yes please do all to me I love it and you are sexy happy HNT
March 10th, 2006 at 10:28 am
I condur with the previous comments - that would surely do it for me, I’ve been captured by your spell!
March 17th, 2006 at 7:56 pm
I’m shutting up, but can’t hold still. It’s not my fault. You have already made me crazy. I’m not myself anymore. I’m tearing off your panties, you’re skirt is soon long gone. I want your lips and tongue, so I let you give them to me. I want it everywhere, and I want my tongue to make you crazy. Want to use it till you shiver of lust, until you scream “don’t stop”, and I won’t stop. I’ll enjoy myself watching you go crazy, and knowing that this is what you’ve longed for, for sooo long!!
June 2nd, 2006 at 2:35 am
[...] So he found me in the office, in a crisp white blouse and a knee-length black pencil skirt with a back slit (you might have seen it around here), with nude stockings held up by black garters underneath. My stockinged feet were tucked into black leather pumps. He was sitting in front of my desk and I knew he wanted me. [...]
June 5th, 2006 at 12:05 pm
great blog see you again