I used to love stealing stockings.
It’s a bit of a misnomer to say stealing, when in fact it should be said sneaking around and picking it up.
I went to art school and lived on campus. Six floors, three lower floors for the boys, three upper floors for the girls – the beautiful people in the acting department.
First of all, I am not a lewd and inferior sock lover, at least at that time (two years ago) I was still a handsome man, height in a meter eighty-one or so, and has a yellow not many fit body, and even there are not many not a few girls to chase me. But I was a very introverted person at that time, and the secret of my heart was known only to me – I liked stockings.
When I was a sophomore in college, a roommate and his girlfriend lived out of town and invited us to dinner. So one Sunday at noon we found his place, now near the Carrefour on South Daqiao Road.
Upstairs I happen to walk in the last, to the third floor when I found a drying rack hanging full of – stockings. Heart a moment was stirred up, eat dinner on the pretext of running downstairs to see, but just as a door opened, a beautiful young woman walked out, thin waist, slender legs, one meter six and a half of the appearance. I and she looked at each other, very like her, did not dare to think of what will happen later.
The next step was to go to my friend’s place often, see her often, and smile at each other often.
She is a proper Nurse (written in English in the hope that some people won’t read it so they don’t recognize her in the right place), cheerful, kind-hearted and a real angel. Her husband is a businessman, five years older than her, short and ugly, (about 6’7″) but truly loves her.
She was three years older than me. 26 at the time, but really pretty rather than beautiful.
A week later one night, went to a friend’s place to play a game, and the friend went out to buy snake rulers and didn’t return for a long time.
I was in the middle of a fight when someone knocked on the door, opened it, pretty young woman. Holding a bunch of grapes, says, “You eat.”
I had just finished saying thank you when she said, “Want to sit downstairs?”
So direct.
It was late at night and after a long conversation on her balcony, I wanted to smoke and she took out a pack of Yuxi, which her husband smokes. While I smoked she went to the balcony and looked out alone at night.
Waiting for me. Extinguished the cigarette and hugged her gently from behind. I didn’t expect her to turn around in a flash and hug me too, kissing passionately and caressing each other.
The one thing I was afraid to say, she said, “Can we? ……”
I stopped pretending to be a ball and picked her up and carried her into her room and laid her gently on the bed.
In early fall, the two of them together had only five pieces of clothing, and they were soon naked. As written in many pornographic novels, I have a penis that is the right size for my height; the novels are bullshit, but mine is real.
Not being a virgin anyway, I boldly lowered my head to her crotch and caressed her pink pussy lips and vagina with my tongue. She suddenly screamed in an exaggerated manner, especially exaggerated and sultry at three in the morning. The inside of her vagina began to ooze salty water, which I savored, lovingly teasing every part of her vagina, and every part of her anus.
Her sluttiness was so soul-crushing for a man, I lifted my head and wiped my mouth and said, “Jing, you screamed so beautifully.”
She turned her face away with a blush, and I thought she even looked like a shy wife, my wife.
I grabbed the gun, which was wet from her little mouth sucking, and slowly forced open the flowery little labia and inserted it. The first sensation was: it’s really small!
She kept crying out in pain, but wrapped her arms tightly around me again, her slender feet in flesh-colored stockings forked over my body. I kissed her feet, my penis was already so hard that it was about to break, but I still couldn’t bear to do it, so I had to use my glans to rub it slowly first and wait for her to get used to it. Luckily, it was moisturized by her saliva, and after like five or six minutes, it finally went in to the bottom – not all the way in, because her vagina was very short.
By this time we were both sweating profusely, and I was thrusting hard into her, enjoying her lustful expression and smelling the body odor she was emitting. The two not-so-small breasts were so tender that I couldn’t bear to touch them. No wonder her husband dotes on her so much!
I asked her what she would do when her husband returned. She said she was away on a business trip and had called today to say she was back at her mom’s house and told him to come back tomorrow. Look at that.
Hearing this, I was impulsive, grasping both of my soft, boneless, jade feet, each time pushing against the bottom of her vagina (I wasn’t sure if it was a uterus or not) and enjoying the beauty of the thick cock going in and out of her pink pussy. She was leaking a lot of water, thick white tape wrapped around the cock that was moving in and out of her.
Suddenly she lifted her head and winks at me, “Husband!!!”
I was impulsive and moved, hugging and fucking her tighter, saying, “Jing, will you marry me after I graduate?”
Nothing was said and we kissed each other tightly.
The pleasure of my cock was at its peak at this point, and I was thrusting wildly, then trying to pull out and shoot on her stomach, when her little hands tightened around my waist and she screamed her head off.
It all shot inside her.
There was caressing for a while, calming down, I hugged her, gently caressing her breasts, a little uneasy in my mind, not knowing if the seeds I had just planted would germinate.
She slowly slept like a kitten in my arms. There were a lot of pictures of the couple on the cabinet and a lot of wiped tissues still on the floor.
I looked at the clock before I went to bed and played with her for a total of one hour and forty minutes, topping her husband a full twenty times.
99% of what is written above is true because I don’t think there is such a thing as 100%.
If anyone likes it, I’ll continue to write about a later experience: a love affair with a young lady that took place from March-July of this year, including continuing to pick up clients while living with me.
The following is a brief experience about sock fetish
In my junior year, I picked up more than three times as many long and short stockings in the girls’ dormitory as I did here, all from the acting department.
During that time, the beauties upstairs graduated, some as models and some as chickens, and they didn’t have time to wash them before graduation, so they all threw them away. I went upstairs quietly in the middle of the night, lit a candle and slowly picked them up.
What form of all, while picking up the side to appreciate, pick up four or five pairs of after really can not help it, on the spot two shots, waste several pairs of stockings (I do like to sniff the side of the fight, do not like to set my brother), and then loaded the whole seven Hualian bag, took a taxi home. Unfortunately, I was afraid that my family would find out, and threw them away in four or five installments.
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I don’t dare to write too much for fear of being recognized. Besides, I’m not so obsessed with it now, just surfing the net.