Cheating to Satisfy Your Foot & Nylon Fetish

Some women would get upset if their husband or boyfriend surfed for internet porn. Others would come unglued if their man called a phone sex line, had an instant messenger affair, exchanged pics with other online, saw a call girl, or flirted with the office staff. For me, I could go out and screw another woman and still not get in as much trouble as I would if I had kissed her stocking feet or purchased a pair of her worn pantyhose online.

Of course, the degree of trouble that you can potentially encounter is dependent on the woman in your life. My ex-wife had absolutely no interest in fetishes, which is why, other than me being a slut, I went to see professional women who could cater to my fetish needs. She couldn’t grasp the idea of a foot and nylon fetish, so she thought that I was having sex with the women that I saw. In reality, I had absolutely no interest in having sex with the women I was seeing, or coincidentally, with my ex-wife. I was looking for what I wasn’t getting at home, which was a dominant professionally dressed woman in pantyhose or stockings who would put me on my knees and have me worship her feet.

Now, when you do find a mate who shares your sexual fetishes with the same intensity that you do, wandering off to satisfy your fetishes with another is worse than actually having sex with that person. In this instance, having sex really would just be an act with no meaning attached to it, but pursing your fetish with another person would be the ultimate betrayal. However, having a foot and nylon fetish means that we are constantly confronted with new targets of interest. It’s different that being attracted to a woman’s breasts because it’s much easier to get caught staring at a pair of breats than at a woman’s shoe dangling from her stocking toes.

While it isn’t right to visit professional call girls or female dominants to satisfy your foot and nylon fetishes, if your mate doesn’t understand or is unwilling to participate in that part of your sex life, then part of the blame rests with her. I think that it’s best to be honest with who you are with any potential long term partner, otherwise, you’ll end up unsatisfied and end up hurting someone that you really care about. With the explosion of online fetish sites, message boards, and fetish dating sites, it’s getting much easier to talk to partners who may have never done anything kinky in their sex lives before. Taking things slow with a newcomer and helping here to understand your fetishes makes life much easier for everyone involved.

Have a Happy Easter everyone. You can see more of Amber Frank and her foot slave – HERE.

Lady in Control in Cuban Heel Stockings

Today’s blog entry is a special FEET-ure courtesy of one of my friends – Radio Kinkstress. She runs Kinkradi-oh.com where you can hear more of her erotic fetish stories. And for you submissive foot, ass and nylon fetishists, you can check out one of Radio Kinkstress’ other sites – OrgasmDenial.com.

I point my creamy white feet in front of me. I giggle at the red polish on my toe nails. Looks like cherries on top of cream. I glance sideways. Yes, my beloved is watching me. Might as well give him a show, so I scrunch up the sheer black stockings, point my toes, and glide my toes into my sheer black, Cuban-heeled stockings. Hmmm…it feels so good. My red toenails disappear into the reinforced toes, but I smile. It feels so sensuous sliding these stockings up over my heels…the nylon tickling my ankles…and then slowly up my calf and thigh. I look directly at my beloved while I do the same slow nylon tease up my other leg. I suppose one could say my legs are a phallus, and my nylon stockings are a silky pussy, grasping my cock…if one were to go that far…

He gulps. I wonder if he is thinking the same. I stand and purr at him to hook my stockings to my garter belt. Of course, he obliges, crawling over to me. I pat him on the head. I look down and see a wrinkle on my knee. It’s what happens with retro stockings; they just don’t cling like the modern hosiery. But I don’t care. I think the little wrinkles are sexy because I have my boy lick the wrinkles right out. Which reminds me…the seams better be straight! I tell my boy to straighten the seams with his tongue. I tingle as his tongue licks slowly and hotly up the back of my legs. This excites me as much as it does my pet, especially when he gets near the top. Damn, too bad I’m not wearing pantyhose today! I could do with a nice seam licking in other areas!

My beloved crawls around to the front after he completes his seam straightening. I see baby wants to hump. I ask, and he looks at me so pleadingly. I chuckle. I sit down, put my calves together and forward a little bit. I tell him he may fuck my nyloned legs. He starts thrusting in and out; he grabs the back of my stockinged calves for more leverage. He pumps faster. I watch his eyes intently. When he is close to cumming, I pull my calves apart…just a little. He loses that feeling. I laugh. He looks frantic.

I toy with him for … ohhh … about a half hour. I love teasing him with my nylons. I ask my baby if he’d like to become a part of my stockings and fuck me that way. He knows what that means, so he happily obliges. He gets up and puts his engorged and drippy cock between my leg and my stocking top, which provides a tight and silky grasp of his dick. He starts pumping inside my nylons. I watch the top part of his cock show below the opaqueness of the stocking top. In and out, in and out; the rhythm gaining in speed. I tell him he may cum, and I count him down. I watch as his creamy load pulses out underneath the sheer black stockings. Nylon, being a very open weave, quickly spreads and oozes his cum. I smile. I like watching the art spunk makes inside my stocking. I pat him on the head and tell him to pull his cock out and stick his tongue in. After all, rules are rules; he must clean up his mess.

Cheerleader Skirts and Panties Under Pantyhose

Panties and pantyhose go together like peanut butter and chocolate, milk and cookies, and scarlet and gray. It’s like an extra layer of wrapping paper, only in this case, it’s concealing something that’s better than any Christmas or birthday present can be. And, it’s another layer of scent filled, erection producing fabric that’s desired by any number of fetishists.

One time when I was walking through Ohio Stadium on a game day, back when they still had the honors dorms located in the stadium, a coed dropped a pair of panties out of her dorm room window into the mass of people below her, and hit my father on the head with her panties. It was at this time that my father took the opportunity that had presented itself to explain to me what a ‘panty raid’ was. While the dropping of panties onto a stranger’s head didn’t fit the definition of a panty raid, I can still remember the girl’s face that I saw looking out her dorm room window and laughing. I still like looking up at women who are laughing at me.

This was just the first of many gamedays that I privileged to attend, and the first of many other panty and pantyhose sightings on crisp Fall afternoons. The other defining game of my youth in terms of fetish impact was the Illinois game of 1986. I was stuck in C – deck in the north end of the stadium with a pair of binoculars, and Illinois had brought their band with them that day. Their drill team who danced with the band had a uniform that consisted of white boots, tan pantyhose and a sequined body suit with a little skirt, and white briefs. I can’t tell you who won the game that day, but I do remember that the drill team had 10 brunettes, 5 blondes and a red head.

It was a warm afternoon, and after performing their pre-game routine, the Illinois drill team took their seats on the track that surrounded the field. Most of the girls on the team took off their white boots, which explains why I don’t remember much of what happened on the field. Thankfully, my father had invested in a pretty powerful pair of binoculars, and I was zooming in on an entire row of college girl feet in pantyhose on the sidelines. All sorts of group foot worship and humiliation fantasies at the feet of those college girls raced through my head. Too bad the girls in the stadium honors dorms weren’t dropping pantyhose out of their windows that game day.

You can see more of Sativa Rose in her cheerleader uniform and blue pantyhose – HERE.

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