Speaker 1: Finding the perfect pair his erotic pantyhose fetish fantasy, written
and narrated by Vivia Volupta. Chapter one, The First Time Flashback.
The first time that Dick discovered his nylon fetish was
an experience that still lingers in his mind to this day.
Dick had always been fascinated by the female form and
its mysterious beauty, but it wasn't until he met his
college girlfriend that he discovered his fantasy. It all started
when she left her things at his apartment. He opened
her bag and found one of several pairs of simple,
semi opaque black tights inside, but when she came back
for her things a few days later, she never noticed
that the pair had gone missing. He was instantly captivated.
He had been compelled by the thought of being able
to experience something new and exciting. Once he had them
in his possession, the feeling of anticipation and excitement that
he experienced was overwhelming. He felt the silky material between
his fingers and it felt so smooth and sensual. He
was entranced by the way the light shone through the
sheer material. He felt the urge to keep them close
to him, and as he did he felt his body
heat up with excitement. He took off his clothes and
lay down on the bed, holding the nylons. As he
ran his hands over the fabric, he began to feel aroused.
He gently rubbed himself with his hand inside the opening
like a glove, the sensation of the sheer material sending
shivers down him. Spine on his back with closed eyes,
the sensation enveloped him. He began to stroke himself slowly,
and soon he found himself lost in the sensation. He
felt a deep longing for something he had not yet
experienced and could not name. As his arousal increased, he
began to move his hands faster, feeling the fabric slippery
texture against his skin and the warmth of his own
body heat radiating through it. He felt his body responding
to the sensations, and he found himself unable to stop
the pleasure coursing through him. He imagined what it would
feel like to put them on, and he felt an
intense desire, even though he felt scared and embarrassed. He
kept rubbing, and soon he was ready to come, but
he held back, not wanting to ejaculate into the hose.
He just wanted to enjoy the pleasure for as long
as he could. Finally, he could no longer take it,
and he let out a deep moan of pleasure as
he reached his climax. At that moment, he realized that
he had a secret fetish for wearing women's pantyhose. He
slowly slid them over his legs, and the sensation was
unlike anything he had ever felt before. It felt as
if his entire body had been sheathed in a soft,
soothing and erotic embrace. Never before. Feeling as aroused, he
quickly made sure to hide them away so that he
could keep them for himself. The experience was so powerful
that he found himself wearing them whenever he could. He
would catch himself fantasizing about that first night when he
stole them, and he would experience the same rush of
excitement each time he started wearing them more and more,
exploring the different textures and colors and feeling a deep
sense of arousal and satis faction. He had discovered something
new about himself, and it changed his life forever. From
that day forward, he could not get enough of the
feel and sensation of wearing women's pantyhose. The experience of
discovering his fetish that first time still lingers in his mind,
and it is something that he enjoys reminiscing through his
own fantasies. It has become an important part of his
life ever since chapter two. The lingerie Store, Dick was
feeling particularly daring. The night was dark and quiet, yet
he felt like the the world was watching as he
made his way to the lingerie store. He walked slowly,
trying to appear casual, but his heart was racing. He
had never done anything like this before, wanting to do
it for so long, and finally he was ready. He
had been wanting to further explore his desires and his femininity.
The shop was lit with a soft glow, and the
lingerie displayed in the windows was inviting. Dick walked into
the store feeling a little apprehensive. The door closed behind
him with a quiet click. He was about to buy
pantyhose for himself, something he had never done before. He
browsed the racks looking for the perfect pair. He could
feel the eyes of the other women in the store
on him, and he knew exactly why. As he walked in,
the woman behind the counter eyed him suspiciously, he was
a man and he was buying female lingerie. Surely they
thought he must be buying them for a woman, but
they smiled and welcomed him anyway. Dick could feel the
eyes following him around the store. He nervously made his
way to the back of the store and quickly scanned
the small boutique for any familiar faces, and seeing none,
he felt more at ease to take his time and
look at the beautiful intimates all around. He ran his
fingers over the sheer fabrics, feeling the slight give beneath
his fingertips. He could feel a tingle run through his
body as he touched the garments. Then in the back
of the store, he found a wall of shelves holding
a variety of pantyhose packaged in cardboard and plastic. He
eventually chose a pair of twenty dinyere semi sheer black
with delicate lace trim. He walked confidently to the counter
to pay. Several women smiled at him, thinking he was
buying it for a woman. Little did they know his
secret fetish. He felt a twinge of desire as he
imagined himself wearing them. He could almost feel their eyes
tracing the lines of his body as if they were
imagining what he'd look like in them. He felt a
little embarrassed, but also strangely aroused. He paid for his
items and left the store, feeling a sense of relief,
yet also a thrill of excitement for his daring adventure.
As he left the store, he could feel the women's
eyes still burning into him, but this time with a
sort of admiration, as if they were all wishing they
knew his secret. He turned around to look back, and
woman winked at him. She was flirting with him, thinking
he was buying the lingerie for a woman, but little
did she know his secret fetish. He smiled to himself,
feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. He had finally satisfied
his secret fetish, and no one was the wiser. Dick
left the store feeling empowered. He had stepped out of
his comfort zone and felt liberated. He had bought something
special for himself and no one could take that away
from him. As he walked away, he could feel the
warmth of the clerk's eyes on his back, as if
she was trying to hypnotize him with their sensual, compelling gaze.
He went home, sat in bed, and opened the package
containing his first pair. His hands trembled as he slowly
peeled off the plastic wrap and felt the soft, silky
material between his fingers. He closed his eyes and inhaled
deeply the scent of the nylon, a scent that was
both familiar and exciting. Chapter three, A Bachelor's Secret Treasure.
Dick's secret was a part of him that he didn't
understand or feel comfortable talking about, but something he just
couldn't shake. So one day he decided to take his
secret to the next level. He purchased a small safe,
one that no one would ever suspect, that he placed
into the recesses of his closet. Inside he kept a
secret collection, bought from the the best lingerie stores he
could find. The luxurious fabric was like a soothing caress
against his skin, and the feeling of wearing them was
hypnotic and sensual. Every time he wore them, Dick felt
a sense of freedom, of elation that he couldn't find
anywhere else. He would often stay up late fantasizing about
the possibilities of what he could do with his panteos,
imagining all sorts of incredibly erotic scenarios. The feeling was
just so incredibly compelling, and he found himself wanting to
try out his fantasies in real life, even if it
meant taking risks. And so Dick kept his secret collection
deep in his closet, a place where no one would
ever suspect or discover his hidden fetish. It was his
little secret, a place where he could escape and express
his true self. Dick's collection was his secret pleasure treasure,
a carefully guarded trove of pantehose that he kept locked
away in a safe safe from view and knowledge of
anyone else. Deep in the depths of his secret closet,
Dick carefully arranged his collection every night. He had spent
a year amassing the collection. Silk, sheer, opaque, fish net,
and colorful. They were his most precious possessions. He loved
the way the fabric felt against his skin, the way
it clung to his legs, and the way it made
him feel both inside and out. When he touched it,
a wave of pleasure would run through his body, a
wave of sensuality that was both erotic and hypnotic. He
would caress the fabric running his fingers along its length
and admiring the way it shimmered in the light. The
sensation of silk against his skin was like a drug,
and he could not resist the urge to slip them
on and feel the sensuality of the fabric against his body.
The pleasure of wearing them was both intimate and exciting.
It was like an inner secret that only Dick knew.
He caressed the fabric of each pear, savoring the feel
of the soft, smooth nylon against his skin. His fingers
slid along the delicate lace of the waistband, and his
heart beat faster with each stroke. He was entranced by
the thought of wearing them and the thrill of the forbidden.
He loved the way they hugged his body, making him
feel more feminine and vulnerable. His skin tingled with anticipation
as he imagined how the fabric would cling to his body,
accentuating the curves of his legs and buttocks. He felt
a warmth radiating from within. The thought of wearing them
was both soothing and erotic. His body hummed with pleasure,
and he felt a deep, hypnotic pull from within. He
was compelled to put them on to experience the sensation
of the fabric against his skin. For him, wearing the
pantyhose was a ritualistic experience. He savored every moment, from
slipping into them to the feeling of the fabric against
his skin. He loved the feeling of his femininity being
amplified and of being one with the fabric. Dick's secret
collection was his own special indulgence and one he could
never get enough of. He was always in search of
the perfect pair. Chapter four, The Secret under his Suit.
Dick had been a man who liked to dress to impress.
He worked in a high power job and was always
conscious of making sure he was looking smart. He was
meticulous when it came to his attire and made sure
he was always well groomed and dressed in the finest suits.
One day, as he was getting dressed for work, he
had an idea. He thought that it would be a
great way to make himself feel more sensual and kinky
while feeling comfortable and confident. If he were to wear
a pair of opaque black tights underneath his slacks, but
they'd still be hidden from view. They would look just
like men's dress socks. If his pant legs rode up
when seated at his desk if anyone noticed. After some thought,
he decided to do it. He began to feel a
sense of freedom, as if his suit was an extension
of his body and he was in control of how
he wanted to feel. He began wearing them to work
every day, and as the weeks and months went by,
he began to feel more and more comfortable and confident
in them. He loved the sensation of the nylon against
his skin and the way it clung to his body.
He delighted in the naughty thrill of wearing something that
was hidden beneath his clothing, something that only his body
was aware of. They were a reminder of the pleasure
that was available to him, a reminder of the power
of his own body and its capacity for pleasure. He
was in control, and it was his own little paradise
of secret pleasure. Dick discovered a new level of confidence
in himself. He felt more power, powerful, and in command,
and it showed in his work. His success was noticed
by his superiors, and they began to view him in
a different light. His performance at work exceeded expectations, and
soon he got a promotion. Dick had discovered the power
of pantehose and it changed his life. Chapter five Buried Treasures.
Finally no longer a bachelor, Dick had been married for
six months, and for the first few months he had
been contented, utterly devoted to his wife and their relationship.
They had a small but comfortable home, and the days
were filled with laughter and love and a deep understanding
of one It was a happy at difficult time for Dick.
He had been living a secret life for so long,
and in the months before moving in together, he had
let go of the one thing he cherished the most,
his beloved collection. He had been wearing them secretly for
many years, and it would be too difficult a secret
to keep now that he was married. So he made
a pact with himself. He promised himself to try to
move on with his life. He made the difficult decision
and grudgingly buried his secret fetish in the dark depths
of his heart, planning for it to stay in his past.
It was a transformation for Dick. He felt lost for
a while, like he was missing a part of himself,
as if his identity was incomplete. He felt anxious and lonely,
but also a little bit relieved to finally be free
of his secret. Little by little, he felt found ways
to fill the void that was left after he stopped
wearing them, and eventually he began to find joy in
his new life. He spent all of his time with
his wife and started to build a life with her.
He found pleasure in the small things, like cooking dinner
with her and taking walks together in the evening. As
time passed, he realized he was more content and happy
than he had ever been before. But deep inside something
had been lurking, a dark, forbidden secret that he had
kept carefully hidden away. The thought had always stirred a
deep and powerful longing within him, a longing he had
never shared with another living soul. Though Dick no longer
wore pantyhose under his clothes or in his bedroom for
fantasy play, he still held a special place in his
heart for them. He still remembered the feeling of wearing
them and the secret pleasure they gave him. It was
a feeling that he would never forget. But as the
months went by, he found himself unable to keep his
secret buried any longer. He began to dream of slipping
into a pair of stockings. The sheer fabric, the way
it clung to his skin, the warm and tingling sensation
that only stalkings could bring. His longing for the sensation
only grew stronger, and his desire almost became a craving
Chapter six flash forward, Rekindling secret desires. Dick had been
married for a few years now, and his life's to
be going in a good direction. He had a successful job,
a nice home, and a happy marriage. But something was missing.
As much as he wanted to keep it hidden, his
secret fetish kept lurking in the forefront of his mind.
Dick had been denying himself of his secret fetish for
wearing women's pantyhose for years. He felt guilty, ashamed, and
embarrassed by it, and had been avoiding it altogether. Despite
his attempts to ignore it, his desire to experience it
kept growing. Then, after a particularly long and hard day
at work, Dick decided to take a risk. His wife
was away and he had the house to himself. He
made his way to the bedroom and began to undress.
With trembling hands, he looked through her drawer for pairs
with holes that he knew his wife would never wear
again and would never miss He pulled out one of
the many pairs of transparent tan hose that had very
visible snags and gently ran it over his skin. The
sensation brought back so many wonderful feelings. He felt a
deep sense of pleasure and desire as the fabric covered
his skin. Knowing his wife would be back home soon,
Dick quickly changed back into his regular clothes and pretended
as if nothing had happened. But in his heart, he
knew that he had taken a big step forward Chapter seven,
The Sneak Peek. After that day, he realized he could
no longer resist his fantasy, so after two years of
denying himself the pleasure, he began wearing them again in
the privacy of his own home whenever he was all alone,
making sure to never get caught. It was something he
made sure to keep hidden from his wife, fearing it
might end their marriage if she found out. But having
the house all to himself was impossible at night, when
his urges grew the strongest, yearning to explore his fantasy,
So that was the beginning of many nights. After his
wife fell asleep, he would sneak out of bed and
take out a pair of nylons from her drawer and
hurry into the bathroom and lock the door. Then he
would slip them on. The sensation was always intense and exhilarating.
He stood in front of the mirror, admiring the way
the stockings clung to his legs, his erection pressed against
the nylon. He was so turned on, and he quickly
and carefully unloaded himself every time, making sure not to
get them soiled, and then slip them back into her
drawer and snuck back into bed. He buried his secret
deep within himself, certain that he would never have to
share it with anyone. Though he had made a promise
to himself to let go of his secret collection, he
never truly said goodbye to his beloved fetish. It was
a part of him, and he would never forget the
pleasure and comfort it gave him. From then on, whenever
his wife was asleep, Dick would sneak into the bathroom
and put on a pair. He would slip into his
own little world of pleasure and desire, feeling the fabric
enveloping his body. Dick was finally able to embrace his
secret fetish and experience a deep sense of satisfaction. However,
now the thrill of sneaking behind his wife's back and
stealing her pantyhose was even more exciting than hoarding his own.
Chapter eight, Finally, Privacy. One day, while his wife was
out shopping, he stood in his bedroom alone, his heart pounding.
Wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs, he gazed
at his wife's lingerie drawer. His hands trembled, his throat dry,
and his mind wandered to the thought of her. He
slowly opened the drawer, his fingers lingering over the delicate
fabric of her lung andre. He took out a pair
of her sheer hose and clutched them to his chest.
He took in the sensuality of the fabric and the
intimate scent. As he touched the soft, silky material, he
felt the tension in his body melt away. He slowly
slid his feet into them, the fabric caressing his skin
like a lover. Then he carefully began to slide them
up his legs, feeling the fabric caress his skin with
each movement. His pulse quickened as his skin was embraced
by the stockings, and his senses heightened as he indulged
in the feeling of being held in something so intimate.
He took a deep breath and began to run his
hands up and down his legs, feeling the sensual texture
of the fabric. His body was overcome with deep, hypnotic
pleasure as he caressed himself. He looked at himself in
the mirror, feeling the softness of the fabric against his skin,
seeing the sheer beauty of it. His heart raised as
he admired how he looked and felt the undeniable allure
of wearing something so feminine. As he moved around, his
body felt remarkably light and free, a sensation he loved.
He savored every moment of this secret pleasure, feeling a
deep sense of liberation. His mind and body were in
perfect harmony, and he felt a powerful connection to his femininity.
He was overcome with emotion, and he felt a sense
of freedom and beauty he had never felt before. It
was a feeling he never wanted to let go of.
He continued to stroke his legs. His hand moved in gentle,
soothing circles. His breathing became deeper, and his mind began
to drift away into a state of blissful relaxation. His
entire body tingled with pleasure, and he felt himself becoming
so aroused. He slid his hands further up his body,
feeling the fabric glide over his skin. The fabric sensual
embrace was so wonderful. As his body responded to the
pleasurable sensations, his arousal increased, his penis so erect. He
continued to stroke his body, getting lost in the erotic pleasure.
He stood there, completely enthralled by the euphoria of the pantehose.
His mind filled with thoughts of his wife, and his
body shivered with anticipation. He smiled to himself, feeling content
and satisfied. He knew that his wife would never suspect
what he had done or his secret fetish, but he
delighted in the pleasure of her lingerie. He secretly wished
he could tell her and that she wouldn't hate it,
but he didn't want to take any chances. He was
okay with being all alone with his secret fantasy because
he knew he wasn't hurting or betraying anyone. He reached
for his wife's favorite perfume and carefully sprayed it around
his neck and chest. He couldn't help but feel a
deep sense of satisfaction as the scent filled the room.
Chapter nine, Getting Caught. He was in a trance, his
mind barely registering the sound of the bedroom door opening.
He felt a chill down his spine as his wife's
presence filled the room. He was about to panic when
he heard her take a deep breath and slowly walk
towards him. His wife slowly circled around him, her hand
slowly running up and down his body, and he moved
clockwise following her moves, her eyes never leaving his. He
was so entranced by her gaze he barely noticed when
she suddenly tore open a hole in the crotch, releasing
his erection and exposing his most intimate parts. He felt
a surge of pleasure as her hands touched his exposed skin,
her fingers slowly and rhythmically caressing him. His wife's eyes
were still locked on his, her gaze hypnotic, compelling, and
incredibly arousing. She stood in front of him, her eyes
glistening with anticipation, as she slowly peeled off her clothes,
her body was like a siren, calling out to him
with an irresistible allure. She stepped closer and delicately wrapped
her arms around his neck, her breath smoldering against his skin.
His hands wandered along her curves, exploring her body as
his heart raised with excitement. With a sly smirk, she
unhooked her braw and let it fall away, revealing her
delicious curves. He moved closer, pressing his body against hers
as they both gasped with desire. She took his hand
and guided it to her panties, her eyes filled with
burning hunger. His fingers danced around the fabric, teasingly tracing
the outlines of her hips. Dick felt his heart pound
as she pulled the panties down and stepped out of them.
Her body was a wonderland of curves and delight, and
he could not take his eyes off her. She smiled,
her eyes glimmering with pleasure. Then she turned around, went
to her drawer and took out a pair of nylons.
She stepped closer to him, and before he knew it,
she had pulled the pear over his head. She smiled
as she saw the surprise in his eyes, her lips
curved into a teasing smirk. He felt her hands slide
around his body, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest.
She stepped back, her eyes filled with a hypnotic glow
as she playfully grabbed the pear off his head and
bent over, teasing her ass a foot away from his
hard cock while slipping them on. His eyes widened as
he watched her. She slowly pushed him down onto the bed,
effortlessly mounting him and riding him with a passion he
had never experienced before. He gasped in pleasure as she moved,
her hips, grinding against his in a way that made
his world spin as if in a trance. He felt
himself letting go, allowing her to take him to a
new level of pleasure he never knew existed. He couldn't
believe the way she was making him feel, and he
couldn't help but whisper her name over and over as
she rode him. She ran her hands over his pantyhose
clad legs, feeling the slippery fabric, and then moved up
to his chest, feeling his broad muscles through the fabric.
She let her fingertips trail up his neck, caressing his
face before she leaned in and kissed him deeply. He
returned her kiss, their lips dancing together, their tongues exploring
each other. His hands ran down her back, feeling the
curves of her body through the fabric, and then moved
up to her breast, cupping them in his hands. He
moved his hands up her thighs, the fabric covering her skin,
feeling her body tremble with anticipation. They moved together, their
bodies intertwined, their hoes sliding against each other. Their orgasm
built up, both moaning together as she rode him until
they both peeked and she dropped to his side. Then
they lay in bed in nothing but their pantyhose, both
blissfully smiling. His secret was now shared, and he had
never felt so connected with his wife before Chapter ten,
Pleasure Unfolds. The next night, Dick's wife brought up the
idea of him wearing her pantyhose again, and he felt
a surge of excitement. This time, he was shocked at
her naughty proposition. Let's play lesbians together, she purred, her
voice soothing and yet compell His heart raised as he
looked into her eyes his body trembling with pleasure. He nodded,
unable to speak as her hands moved around his body,
exploring every inch of his flesh. His wife's eyes were
full of love and desire as she looked into his
Their naughty game was ready to begin. They stared into
each other's eyes, feeling a strong sensual connection between them.
He was fascinated by the idea and couldn't wait to
explore this new adventure with her. She began by helping
him into the pantehose. His excitement grew as her hands
moved over his body as the sensuous silk slid up
against his skin. Then he got down on his knees,
gently lifted her foot and slid one leg on and
then the other, And then he took a moment to
suck her toe under the hose, and she moaned at
the delightfully so prizing sensation. Then the two made their
way to the bed and got comfortable laying down on
their sides in a sixty nine position. As they began
to explore each other's bodies, they both felt a deep,
soothing arousal. He felt her warm breath on his skin
as she licked and sucked his cock through the hole,
and she felt his mouth on her pussy as he
kissed and sucked her through the torn opening. The room
was filled with the sounds of pleasure. As Dick and
his wife lay in bed together in oral bliss. The
pleasure that pulsated through them both was undeniable. Dick had
never felt more aroused in his life by enacting a
lesbian fantasy. His wife looked absolutely stunning with her curves
under the hose, and he couldn't help but want her
even more. He pulled down the untorn, super stretchy nylon
above the ripped gusset to cover her clit and licked
and sucked it under the material. The fabric felt so
soft against their skin, and it had a scent and
taste that was both sweet and musky. Each continued pleasuring
the other for hours. They devoured each other like lesbian
lovers through the nylon. The sensations were unlike anything either
had ever felt before, and it drove them wild. Now
you're a woman, his wife said to him in a hypnotic,
soothing voice. Now you're my lesbian lover. He felt himself
grow even more aroused, and he shuddered in pleasure as
her tongue swirled around him. The two continued their passionate
love making, exploring each other in a way that they
they had never done before. With each touch and each kiss,
their love for each other burned brighter and brighter. They
were lost in their own little world, and nothing else mattered.
Dick and his wife experienced a pleasure that was beyond words.
It was the most incredible feeling, a new energy between them,
and it was one that they would never forget or deny. Finally,
after what felt like an eternity, they both reached their climax,
their bodies shaking and trembling with pleasure. They lay there,
panting and exhausted, feeling a strong bond that was deeper
and more intimate than ever before. As they lay there
in each other's arms, they both knew that this was
only the beginning, and after that night, Dick became so
excited imagining himself as a lesbian. He started to fantasize
about the different ways they could make love, exploring each
other's bodies and enjoying every moment of pleasure. He loved
the feeling of wearing women's pantyhose and fantasizing about being
a lesbian. It was so freeing and empowering. He and
his wife really were the perfect pair. The end