#nylons stockings pretty dresses high heels.

[pantyhosequeen-24]

Hi everyone these are my pics and if you like them please direct messages me and we can chat ok thanks your forever good friend Brittany Rebecca Christensen

[tracylprince]

[spiceofvy]

SKZ - Reader is taller than them

cws: fem!reader, sfw, some nsfw-ish vibes, this is pure self-indulgence, mentions of insecurites about the readers height, mentions of people being rude/weird towards the reader due to their height, mentions of Chan being insecure, just fluff except for that

Chan: He is the one who struggles with it the most meaning: at all. He just always felt the need to be some sort of tall strong leader. And no matter how much he is into you, he did feel a bit fragile in his masculinity for a while when people would point out you being taller. He still sometimes wants to prove how strong he is, and how masculine but in the end he loves you more than anything in the world. 

Minho: Does not care. It is just not something he cares about. He loves you for you that's all that matters to him. But if he realizes that it's something you're insecure about. He comforts you and fights anyone who dares to be mean to you. Also, this might seem weird but he likes the action of taking off your thigh-high stockings in the evening, watching how the nylon peels off your skin just does something to him.

Changbin: Oh he is so into it! He didn't know that he would be, but now that he has you right in front of him he wants nothing more than to worship your long legs right here and there. There is nothing better to him than to have your legs lying over his shoulders, while he proves just how much he loves your body. Every delicious centimeter. This man just ended fragile masculinity.

Hyunjin: He was taken aback a bit when he first met you. He is not used to people being taller than him, especially people who are not guys. But he doesn't mind. He loves the aesthetic of your body. Be sure that you are the centerpiece of all his upcoming artworks, especially your pretty body. And when you wear something that shows off your long legs? He is done for.

Jisung: You can tell me a lot about him, but this man is down bad for tall women. Wear those heels. The higher the better, and any person that gives you weird looks for your height can go fuck himself. He is ready to fight them, full predebut Jisung moment. Actually don't just wear the high heels, let him put them on you will you? Full Cinderella moment, with his eyes slowly wandering up further and further. This man loves your height and will show you off.

Felix: He didn't realize it at first. When he met you he was so fully captured by your pretty eyes, warm smile, and kind voice that he didn't pay any attention to your height. But when he finally realizes it's too Late. He is already desperately in love with you. Also he just doesn't care about stuff like that. He loves you no matter how you look and will very much show that. (But he will steal your shirts. And hoodies. And maybe even your sweat pants if you don't stop him)

Seungmin: When Seungmin first saw you, his eyes trailed up your legs, higher and higher they never seemed to end. And he was down bad. That dress with a leg slit? Wear it, but only if you want it ripped off your body at the end of the evening. He never cared for his partner's height but now that he has you, fuck he is done for. He wants to spend his whole day between those legs.

Jeongin: He also has no strong feelings about it. But he likes to tease you "How is the weather up there" just for you to put stuff on the highest shelf so he couldn't get it. There is some possessive part of his brain that is really into you being able to wear his shirts out, like a normal piece of clothing. He just enjoys seeing you out in public wearing something that is his, and no one but the two of you knowing that he has "marked" you in such a way. Sometimes deliberately puts his clothes in your side of the closet.

[sapphosdesires]

Another night away from home for Cathy, another night with half a dozen missed calls from her sweet loving fiancé, another night working until the early hours after a conference with her high flying and demanding boss Carla.

When Cathy joined the firm she'd hoped to develop a career in marketing. She was ambitious and wanted to get to the top and so was soon spotted as a talent by the company. That's how she came to be assigned to the CEO's office and quickly came to the attention of Carla, who had an eye for a pretty attractive employee of hers. She watched her progress for a while before taking her on her first big business trip and then she became a regular to conferences and events that Carla was invited to. She enjoyed the attention, the travel, the big events, the increase in salary, dress allowance, but her fiancee was not so happy about her absences and she often seemed too tired to pay him attention. The first time Carla invited Cathy into her hotel room, for a nightcap, she'd felt flattered and didn't resist when the older woman who she looked up to with a kind of awe made it clear than she was interested in her for sexual reasons, stress relief after a busy day, and suggested it would from now on be part of her duties. Carla was a demanding lover but Cathy was a loyal employee and provided satisfaction. So much so that Carla wrote a new job description for her with a doubling of salary.

Carla is an elegant, statuesque, single woman in her early 50’s, always dressed head to toe in Chanel, Louis Vuitton and Louboutin. the whole company and most of the corporate world is scared of Carla, and so is Cathy if she’s completely honest about it. Tonight she sits nervously on the end of the bed in Carla’s suite, as she has done every night this week, watching this woman twice her age slowly undress from her elegant suit jacket and pencil skirt, watching the designer outfit fall to the floor, until she’s stood there in nothing but her stiletto heels, nylon stockings and delicate black AP lingerie. She ties her hair up in a tight bun and takes off her glasses. Another night getting fucked into the mattress and used like a stress toy for nervous, naive and ambitious young Cathy.

[wandaluvstacos]

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Adri Schvaneveldt has always felt split between two worlds. In one world, they are the adopted child of a large and conservative Mormon family. In another, she is the CEO of a burgeoning fashion empire that pushes boundaries. But in order to be the latter, Adri first has to find the funding. After gaining a hefty following as a social media influencer/model, Adri has the potential customers– if they can get a reliable production model pounded out. And that means a bit of groveling at the feet of investors, most of who have never even heard the term “non-binary”.

But Adri lucks out with Gideon Snow, whose youth and open mind bring much needed funds to make Adri’s dream of diverse, accessible fashion a reality. Of course, lifting a newborn company to its feet is no small task, and late nights drive Adri to occasional stays at Gideon’s nearby house, where their relationship begins stretching beyond business. Adri knows they can’t put an entire business venture at risk for the turbulent whims of their heart. But reason doesn’t always win out.

Excerpt:

Adri’s impractical six-inch heels didn’t do well on cobblestone, so at some point she took them off and carried them in a hand as she finished the rest of their journey to the room barefoot. Right before she pushed the door open, Gideon swung out an arm to stop her.

“What?” she asked, eyebrow raised.

“Because this is supposed to be a romantic vacation, I have to try something.”

“Like—oh!” Adri let out a surprised laugh as Gideon attempted to bend down and pick her up. But she was much heavier than she looked, and carrying her like a new bride into their hotel room proved much harder on his back and his ego than he’d predicted. Still, he did manage, and she seemed very amused and delighted by his attempt, which made it worth it.

“Easy peasy,” Gideon huffed, hoping he hadn’t pulled anything in his back. He was too old to be doing this shit.

“Consider me properly wooed,” Adri said, rubbing a hand over his arm. “You’re so cute.”

“Yeah, well.” He straightened with a wince. “That’s my job. You’re the smart successful business person, I’m the hot one. That’s the dynamic.”

Adri smoothed a hand over the collar of his shirt, smiling. “This smart successful business person is going to take a couple minutes to change into something more comfortable.”

“May I suggest five-inch heels?”

Adri knocked her shoes against his chest before stalking away. “If you don’t like me wearing the shoes, then maybe try not to stare at me so much when I wear them.” She looked at him over her shoulder with a smirk before vanishing into a bathroom.

“A couple minutes” turned into more like forty-five minutes, and Gideon was starting to wonder if Adri had drowned in a bathtub or something. He decided to go to the door and knock.

“You okay in there or do I need to call for an ambulance?” Gideon asked.

“One sec,” came Adri’s response.

“You said ‘a couple of minutes’ forty-five minutes ago so I’m starting to distrust your understanding of time. Was it something you ate?”

“Ew, Gideon, no, I’m just—two seconds, okay?”

“Oookay,” Gideon replied, then wandered back to the bed to twiddle his thumbs for a bit. It wasn’t two seconds, but it was a reasonable minute or so before the bathroom door opened and out walked Adri in the same heels she’d abandoned on the walk back to the hotel room, but the relatively conservative maroon dress was gone. In its place were thigh-high nylon stockings with garter straps and a garter belt, black underwear, and some kind of long and flowy black lace robe that was tightly affixed to her torso from the waist to her sternum but otherwise flowed out and away from her legs and arms. With a wily grin, she struck a pose with her back and one foot resting against the bathroom threshold, cocking a shoulder as she grabbed the bottom of her long robe and held it high like a tango dancer before tossing it away dramatically.

“Well? How does this smart successful business person look now?” Adri asked.

[pulpman2]

Guys and Nylons

“Gotcha now, sweet stuff!” leered Louie as he slowly got closer and closer to the girl reporter, automatic pistol in his hand. “Once I’ve smashed that camera of yours, I might just wrap those oh so silky stockings round your pretty little neck!” The thug eyed Kathy’s nyloned covered legs, shining in the half light of the gloomy garage. “Might be fun easing those sexy things off those cute pins of yours.” Kathy’s eyes darted around the workshop, searching for a means of escape. The man laughed. “No way out, sweetie!” he chuckled malevolently. Suddenly Kathy leapt up. The gangster blinked as she moved upwards out of his immediate vision. The young woman placed a shapely leg on a poorly stacked pile of tyres. Kathy’s red dress rode up, revealing the tops of her stockings. Her assailant’s eyes were immediately drawn to her legs, and that was the split secomd the woman needed. Her camera, packed as it was with evidence, swung wildly on her hip as the reporter pushed at the precarious stack of tyres with all her strength. “What..?” was all the man managed before the entire structure came collapsing down on him in a cascade of sliding and bouncing rubber. Soon all that could be seen of the thug was a pair of trousered legs, and all that could be heard from him was the sound of pitiful moaning. The gun lay far from the man’s reach, touching one of Kathy’s elegant black and high heeled shoes. She scooped it up. “What is it with guys and nylons?” she grinned. Her defeated opponent had lost his interest in the girl’s hosiery. “Let me up, ma’am, please…” he whined pathetically. Kathy pulled a coil of rope down from a hook on the wall. “Ok, but I’m going to tie you up.” she told the desperate gangster. “Anything, ma’am,” he begged, “just help me - I think I’ve got some cracked ribs here!”

By the time George, the garage owner arrived, wielding an ancient car starting handle dangerously, the miserable bad guy was already securely bound hand and foot, with Kathy happily snapping undignified photos of her prisoner. “You ok, Miss Hall?” George panted. “I got here as soon as I figured Benny here was the guy you were after.” He gazed down at his erstwhile employee. “But I see you handled him fine, miss.” Kathy flashed the owner a dazzling smile. “Thanks, George,” she beamed, “it was a piece of cake. Can you call the cops and keep an eye on bozo here while I go file the scoop of the year?” George grinned back. “Sure thing, Miss Hall.” he answered. “After all, you made sure the star of your piece ain’t goin’ nowhere, eh Bennie?” The tied up gangster simply glowered at them both as Kathy skipped away, with nary a run in her stockings!

My interpretation of the story behind the cover to The Deadly One by Robert A Garron, Private Detective Stories (September 1942)

[fishnettig]

The ladies prefer wearing leggings for some simple reasons

Tights are made of silk, cotton, wool and lycra and on the other hand stockings are generally made of nylons and other elastic materials. Tights have become the center of attention since the recent boom in the fashion industry and now made its way into the most popular legs wear in the UK. You can easily found all types of various designed and colored hosiery at the online shop of Legs-11. There are various types of hosieries available in the market. You must choose them by matching with your dress and killer heels color.. Hosiery tights can be used for dance, exercise or fashion accessories. Sheer tights and opaque tights China Wholesale Woven Tights refer to denier or thickness. The ladies prefer wearing leggings for some simple reasons. Stockings and tights are deeply involved with the history.You always should think about your body and leg shape when you want to buy legs hosiery.

A century ago, both men and women used to wear the earliest forms of tights and leggings. The peasants, royalties, nobilities were used to wear these types of hosiery to keep their body warm in winter. Hosiery tights also come in many different types and styles like control top, knee highs, thigh high and other forms. In modern age, the technology has revolutionized the leggings hosiery industry by producing hot fashion accessory wear for women such as seamless tights and sheer tights. The knee highs stockings tights denier, silky hosiery can make them feel absolutely sexy and desirable.In the last season it is observed that the fashion trends go towards the tights instead of jeans.Legs 11 Hosiery is your one stop destination for fully fashioned hosiery, leggings and stockings.

These are held up in mid thigh by the use of holdups and suspender belts. They can achieve their desired looks for a particular occasion by choosing various tights lycra, toeless hose from Legs 11. Footless tights or toeless stockings are the choice of high fashioned circles like the celebrities and suspender tights are always extra-ordinarily classy and feminine. The most important thing is that the Global Strategic Business Report says the color of a leg wear is a key determinant for selling leggings. Denier tights and fishnet tights are used in a very classic and sexy style with a dark dress and knee high boots around 1950s.

Buy them in shades, colors or patterns and instantly revitalize your outfits.Are you looking for various fashionable ways to keep your legs warm this winter and want to make yourself more pretty with new leggings? Legs 11 Hosiery introduces new pretty polly tights, stockings, hosiery thigh highs etc at the best market price and offers you free and fast delivery without any complicacy throughout whole UK. You can easily get these modern and pretty hosieries at affordable price

[bohobeaurose]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Dark Gray V-Neckline Lace Trim Tunic op with Lace Inset Detail.

[tracylprince]

[absolutelyterrifichonestly]

Ok but Sisters Coffee & Wine AU with Jinkx and Dela pwease 💜

☕🍷🌿

Dela has been working at the coffee shop for a few months but she's already part of the furniture. Her pastel coloured clothes, red high heels, dizzying hair and infectious smile make her look like she's twirled out of the pages of a book.

She beams and fusses and trots around behind the till, making drinks with a flick of her wrist and a flourish of steam. Her pink apron is dotted with pin badges, mostly puns and pride flags.

Jinkx is always ahead of you in the queue every morning. She lounges half her body on the counter, hair still in rollers, sunglasses on.

You're fascinated by her. She's tall, elegant, completely beautiful and totally terrifying. You can't help but stare every day, though you're pretty sure she thinks of you as a small insect beneath her shoe.

"The usual, baby." she sighs to Dela, her rose perfume and cigarette smell drifting back and hitting you in the face.

Her "usual" is black coffee, no sugar. She likes to add her own "extras" from her hip flask which Dela pretends not to notice.

She catches you staring and she lowers her sunglasses for long enough to give you a hard glare in return.

"You can get Irish coffee around the corner, you know." you say lightly, offering her a smile. "No need to DIY." She scoffs as if she's just been given life advice by a small child.

"I'm not paying for that," she says, sighing. "Mommy isn't made of money."

The way she calls herself Mommy straight away makes you stop in your tracks and your mind draws a blank when Dela asks what you'd like, her eyes twinkling. In a blind panic you blurt out "w-what she had...um... black coffee, please. With, um... lavender syrup?" you say, scanning the various flavours of syrup on the back shelf. You see Jinkx smirk out of the corner of your eye.

"Lavender syrup? That's gotta taste like a witch's pussy." she mutters, taking a long sip of her coffee. You pay for your drink with shaking hands, feeling entirely awkward.

Dela doesn't seem to think it's too strange an order. She's tried some of Jinkx's potions, after all.

Her fingers brush against your palm when she hands you your change and you blush.

She always writes your name on your cup in flowery cursive, with a big smiley face at the end.

It's raining outside today so you decide to stay in to drink your coffee. You take a sip and discover that yes, this absolutely tastes like a witch's pussy. If you had any idea what a witch's pussy tasted like.

Jinkx is scrolling through her phone on the sofa opposite you. When you sit down she glances up at you amusedly and mouths a few words to Dela (it looks like "told ya!"). You feel like you're the subject of a bet she just won and you don't know how to feel about that yet.

"I can sit somewhere else," you say, your mouth going dry. "if I'm disturbing you."

Jinkx looks around the nearly deserted coffee shop.

"And where else would you like to sit?"

On your lap, you think, but instead you blush deeper and look away. Jinkx chuckles.

"Y'know, you just earned me a free coffee for the rest of the week. I figured you'd find a reason to come and sit with me sooner or later. Dela said not a chance, I'm too old to attract little kittens anymore, blah blah blah. So we decided to make it interesting."

You feel your mouth hanging open with indignation. Little kitten?

"And wouldn't you know it," Jinkx continues. "not a few minutes later here you are."

"Don't listen to her, honey!" Dela calls to you cheerfully from the front counter. "She's just an excitable old lady."

You figure you must be tomato red by this point. Jinkx crosses her legs and leans forward, showing you her dark red lipstick smile.

"I'm glad you sat with me. I've noticed you every morning too, you know. Admiring me."

"S-sorry," you stutter. She simpers.

"You're just too cute, aren't you?"

Dela has walked over to clear some of the other tables. Her curves look delicious in her skin tight dress, nylon stockings covering her pale, plump thighs.

"Admiring her too, are we Kitten?" Jinkx notices, tutting sarcastically. Dela smiles at you, taking a seat next to Jinkx. You feel exposed, but strangely safe.

"You know that Ms Monsoon and I are...close." Dela says, taking her turn to blush a little. Jinkx smirks and places her manicured hand on Dela's thigh. Dela continues.

"And we've noticed you noticing us, so we thought...if you were interested... we could all spend some time together."

Your heart is racing so fast you feel faint. Both of these older women are looking at you with such amusement, but there's a deep care there too, and you know they'll respect your decision no matter what it is.

All at once, you feel yourself nodding. You wriggle in the leather cushioned seat, feeling the wetness between your thighs as you realise just how turned on you are by them both. Jinkx moves over so she's sitting next to you and gently takes your hand.

"Let's take this slow, okay Kitten? How about we all meet for coffee tomorrow, somewhere that Dela doesn't work?"

You giggle and nod again, the scent of lavender and coffee mixing with Jinkx's perfume and Dela's hairspray, and you find yourself wondering if the same smells will stick to your skin when they're done with you. God, you hope so.

[gettin-bi-bi-bi]

(NSFW) Hi! Do you think one of you could tell me the difference between a fetish, a preference, a kink, etc (if there are other terms, then those too please)? Also, are there any kinks/fetishes/preferences that are bad? I think I may have something where I am fetishizing a group of people and I feel very guilty and bad about it. It is private, just for my fantasies, but still it upsets me. Thank you!

That’s probably gonna end up being a long answer. I’ll try my best to be coherent but I guess it’s best I just write what comes to mind and if you have any more questions just send another message.

Usually a fetish is considered something that a person finds sexually arousing that is not a primary or secondary sex organ (genitals and breasts). By that definition for example you get things like “foot fetish”. Feet are not considered sexual body parts by most people and they certainly aren’t reproductive organs but for some people they trigger sexual arousal. Other people have fetishes for certain materials like rubber and find the texture of that arousing so they may dress up in latex suits. Depending on how tight or loose someone’s definition of “fetish” is they’d also group any kind of attraction to certain clothing as a fetish. How many people find nylon stockings or tuxedos or high-heels arousing? A fuck ton of people! There’s no real reason why they would evolutionary be attracted to that but it is still a common thing and if you define “fetish” as any sexual interest in features that are not sex organs then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ well... fetishes they are.

Some interpretations go as far as sorting the use of any kind of sex toy (even just a good ol’ dildo) into fetishism/kink because it’s ~sexual gratification with the use of an object~. I find that interpretation rather extreme but alas, it’s one way to look at it.

Now, why do some people have fetishes and kinks? Pfff... science pretty much has shown that to a certain degree fetishes are a very common variance in human sexuality and often develop in childhood. Either at random or through some formative experience.

There’s often the idea that kinks (especially kinks in the BDSM corner - more on that later) are always born out of trauma but that’s a misconception. Though that can sometimes be the case it doesn’t have to be. That “formative experience” which manifests in a kink can mean anything and doesn’t have to be traumatic. And whatever the reason may be for someone’s fetish/kink - there is hardly anything that is “inherently unhealthy”. There are healthy ways to engage in kink and unhealthy ones. And for some people kink is actually a way to work through a trauma.

If you want to know if there is actually a difference between the terms “fetish” and “kink” then I’d say it’s just a slight nuance. In my personal observation and experience I’d say “kink” is a wider term that can encompass anything that is not strictly vanilla genital stimulation. So that means: fetishes about certain body parts, textiles, places; role play in one way or another; BDSM ---- all of that falls under the term “kink”.

and for clarification: “vanilla” is a term to refer to sex that does not involve any kink. so you could say “vanilla” and “kinky” are opposites.

BDSM stands for bondage/discipline - Dominant/submissive - sadism/masochism. That is itself a very large field and not everyone who is into BDSM is into all of those letters. For example one might be into role play that involves dominance and submission but doesn’t like bondage. And the closer you look at it the more individual it may become. Someone who likes pain play might (probably!) not like every kind of pain. That’s why open and clear communication along with informed consent are the biggest rules in healthy kink and BDSM. It is common to agree on safe words and signs or to even discuss beforehand exactly what you want to do with your partner.

Now, I’d say to a certain degree even vanilla people might prefer either taking a more dominant role or a more submissive role during sex. But that’s usually a smaller nuance than it would be during a BDSM session. And note that not every kinky person always has kinky sex. In my opinion this is also a spectrum. How many people have tried fluffy handcuffs but wouldn’t particularily call themselves members of the BDSM community because of that? And I know that sometimes there can still be kinky vibes in the dynamic with a partner even when you don’t feel like getting out the whip collection every time.

For many kinksters this isn’t just “a way to have sex”. Many of us consider it part of our sexual identity just like one’s sexual orientation. Like: just like I cannot imagine not being bisexual, I also cannot imagine not being kinky. That’s not a choice I made but so deeply woven into my sexuality that I can’t just switch it off permanently. Not all but a lot of kinksters feel a similar way.

God, I am going on a tangent here and I really also want to get into this "guilt” that you say you have for your fantasies. Now, I don’t know what those fantasies are and you don’t have to tell me. But it is very important that you know that fantasies can hurt no one. They are in your head and nothing more. So whatever is going on there it is safe up there in your head.

Of course, if it upsets you that you have those fantasies (which may or may not be considered kinky) - try finding out where that guilt is coming from. Do you maybe experience sexual shame in general? Kink is often somehow seen as ~more sexual~ than vanilla sex which is bullshit. If anything it’s just a different kind of sexual. But still, if you aren’t really comfortable with sexuality in general (maybe bc of a conservative or religious upbringing) then obviously you’d feel even more shameful about sex acts that seem taboo or unconventional.

There is also a lot of kink-negativity on tumblr (and in certain brands of feminism and in mainstream media) so for a lot of kinky people it takes time and effort to embrace their fantasies as they are and be comfy with them - ideally to the point where they can realise them in a fulfilling way. And lack of knowledge can often make it difficult to understand one’s own fantasies and communicate those needs so in order to have a fulfillling sexuality it is vital that you educate yourself further and learn to be able to talk about these things.

Above I said that there is hardly anything that’s inherently unhealthy/toxic and I truly mean it - as long as your partner(s) consent and you all are aware of the possible risks then have fun! Of course it sucks to experience sexual shame or kink shame but you aren’t doing any harm by engaging in kink with someone who has consented to being part of that and you both take the necessary precautions to reduce potential risks. (Note: there are kinks that can never be risk free. if you wanna spank your partner there is a likely risk they’ll end up with bruises. but that doesn’t make the act of consensual spanking bad or abusive or whatever. many things in life are risky and people still consent to them willingly and enthusiastically. sports is the best example.)

You say you might “fetishise a group of people” and that could really mean anything so I can’t get into much detail when talking about that. There’s some things like oversexualisation of people of colour for example where it can definitly be a racist “fetish” that white people like to get off to because it seems ~exotic~. I would argue that that’s not a “fetish” though and the word “fetishisation” is often misused and overused, especially on tumblr. There is nothing inherently immoral to be attracted to certain physical features or to find someone attractive who belongs to a group of people (marginalised or not). However, there is a respectful way to deal with that and a disrespectful way. If you dehumanise that group to the point where you don’t give a fuck about the individual then that is very shitty. But I get the feeling that’s not the case here with you. Or... I don’t know. Can’t really know what’s going on without knowing more details.

I don’t know if I helped you in any way or opened up the floodgates for more questions. Again, feel free to ask further. You can also message me directly via my personal blog @apicturewithasmile because some things are better discussed and explained in a dialogue.

Maddie

[pantyhosequeen28]

Is there anyone who loves wearing pretty dresses and some smooth pantyhose or nylons or tights or stockings and high heels or spike heels if so please message me ok and will chat ok thanks your friend Brittany Rebecca Christensen

[sonipanda]

Yep I have my hands on another pair of amazeballs What Katie Did Stockings, and in another amazeballs colour! This gorgeous pair was also gifted from my Amazon Wishlist.

Now as I dressed these quite casual and colourful, I wanted to go the opposite this time and dress them for the office.

To see my previous reviews, hit the links below (opens in a new tab):

What Katie Did Seamed Stockings Contrast Pink Glamour

What Katie Did: Glamour Contrast Seamed Stockings

The Spec

Colour: Teal

Size: S-M

Denier: 15

Materials: 74% Polyamide, 14% Elastane, 12% Polypropylene

Price: £10.00

Website: Amazon – What Katie Did Seamed Stockings Teal Glamour

My Outfit

I kept it proper simple with a black dress and black court shoes with this pair, just so they become the statement piece! I added small earrings to complete the look.

My Deets

Dress: H&M 

Stockings: What Katie Did

Heels: Office

    The Review

From The Website: Take a look at 1950s fashion and one thing that stands out is the colour: from bright eyeshadow to vibrant dresses. Teal seamed stockings might not have been around in the 1950s, but if they had you can bet woman would have worn them! As far as we’re aware, no other hosiery manufacturer is making nylons with a peacock seam so if you see anyone else wearing them give them a little nod as they’ll be fellow fans of What Katie Did. The welt on these nylons is nice and wide which is more authentic to the 1950s and more more flattering and comfortable on curvier legs.

Brighten up your day with these unique peacock seamed nylons Classic 15 denier seamed nylons with a translucent champagne leg and peacock teal point heel, seam and welt 74% Polyamide, 14% Elastane, 12% Polypropylene 5052518132259 Deep retro style welt Made from stretch nylon and elastane for ease of fit

  The Packaging: I love their packaging. I think it looks adorable and it’s super retro-like too. I like that you can see the stockings at the front of the packaging and the back goes into a little more detail about the brand. You can also find the size at the front too.

When you get in, you will find these wrapped around patterned card and folded neatly. This pair has foot and leg shaping to it with amazing bands!

  Getting Them On: the same way I got my last pair on; I took my time to get them over my anklets and then get that backseam as straight as I can until I set the band in place. They were super easy to glide on!

  On The Legs: that teal is just stunning; I get proper Summer vibes just by looking at these. They are such a sensual pair that allow you to play with colour if you feel like it. I obviously kept mine simple to show you how to dress them to work, but otherwise I would pair up with contrasting colours as well as similar to really show them off.

With the nude, I did some shots where flash was used. This is to show you what they can be like when you’re dancing away in the evening in high light! Although I have to say the nude shade is one that makes my legs look slightly lighter, so I’m not too keen on this. You will see an image where I have a bare leg with one stocking on so you can see the colour difference. It’s not massive, but you can tell and it’s a little annoying that it does shade lighter.

The quality is just great once again; I didn’t have any issues with snagging or ripping in this pair. They had plenty of stretch in them for great leg coverage too.

The fit is exactly the same; stretchy so it can fit most people. I would recommend checking the sizing guide before purchasing so you know for sure if it will fit you.

The feel of them are amazeballs once again; they are smooth and soft to touch on the legs and they don’t irritate either.

  The Toes & Ankle: still in those toe rings to test them out under hosiery!

Around the toes I had plenty of wiggle room to them, and there was no pressure added on either. I did find hem to be slightly big at first, but then it was fine once I started to wear them in a little.

Around the feet and ankles, it’s a lovely fitted finish. I am loving that sole piece underneath which works it’s magic into the backseam.

  The Bands: once again I am working with some amazing bands!  I love that gorgeous thicker denier band, which helps to clasp on well too. This is a slightly different material to the rest of the legs, but it works so well against the nude.

It is pretty stretchy so it can fit your thighs and it holds up so well around the legs too. This is one band where you can stretch it out and it won’t ruin easily!

  My Thoughts?

I would certainly recommend this for sure; I love the colour, I liked the fit and the quality for sure.

What Katie Did Seamed Stockings Teal Glamour Yep I have my hands on another pair of amazeballs What Katie Did Stockings, and in another amazeballs colour! 

[tightsqueen24]

I love wearing pretty dresses and some smooth pantyhose or nylons or tights or stockings and high heels or spike heels in public 24/7. And.i love woman or cds or tgs or tvs no men please.

[submissive-seeking-day]

A SUBMISSIVE-SEEKING SUNSET STORY

" 50 Shades of Tumblr of Porn is just as dangerous as the original 50 Shades.

And for the record, I am currently wanted for murder of silk thigh highs just trying to put the damned things on!!!

So there I am in a beautiful sky high apartment over looking Lady Liberty waiting for Him to arrive. I’m wearing a short little black cocktail dress with the fancy lingerie and ridiculously high heels and I’m pretty sure enough makeup to kill Batman in. But God Dammit I shredded the top of the silk stockings trying to get them up and into those fucking weird ass hook thingies.

So, there I am, leaned over the counter, eyes lowered per instructions, with shredded stockings. So as long as I don’t move, He won’t be able to see the rips immediately.

I am completely dying inside.

But wait, there’s more!

I arrived the night before. Set the alarm for early, got up, turned on the wall heater below the huge windows. I set it on fire. So there I am at 3:30 am trying to put out the fire, and then air the place out. But THE WINDOWS DO NOT OPEN MORE THAN A CRACK. FUUUCCCKKKK!!!

So when he walks in an hour late due to traffic, there I am in the fancy NY apartment with amazing views smelling like Tupperware melted in the dishwasher and shredded nylons probably not hooked right, and starving.

Why starving you ask? Because of the stupid fake fingernails. I couldn’t use the cooking utensils to save my life. That’s why.

So, well, that’s how that went! So, anyways, He finally walks in and all I can think about is how I fucked up His well laid plans for the fancy, frilly, D/s NYC adventure.

So within 5 minutes after the first SWAT I end up half crying and babbling about the stupid stockings.

But the sunset later was stunning …

Welcome to real D/s side of Tumblr "

Taken from a reply to this @crusoesampersand post

[cd-stories]

First Time in Public

I was always curious about dressing as a woman, remembering when I was younger trying on my older sister’s clothes and getting so excited wearing pantyhose and heels, but the feeling past as I got older. I am about 5’10” and thin at 185 lbs. I always had very feminine features and with a good wig, I could easily pass as a woman (a few eyebrow plucks would help). I was in theater in high school, so I wasn’t afraid around make-up and wigs. I had worn my sister’s heels so that didn’t worry me either, a lap or two around the house and I would get the walk down. Some control top pantyhose would do the trick on hiding my male parts easily since I didn’t have large genitals.

I fantasized about dressing again and again even checking out a few online stores to purchase the right size heels, dresses, and wigs. My fantasies went on for quite a long time. After I got married, I kept my feminine side a hidden secret. But slowly, the urge began to grow bigger and bigger. I found myself wanting to dress up as a woman again. I got dressed a few times but it wasn’t any fun since I was not dressed fully from head to toe. One day my wife, Debra told me that she would be going to Chicago for some business. She would be gone for a whole week. I tried to sound disappointed, but in the back of my head I knew that I was going to order the dresses, wigs and heels and become a woman for the week. She would leave on a Monday and return the next Monday. She had asked if I could take a few days off and come with her. I quickly made some story about one of my biggest clients would be in town that week, and it wouldn’t be wise to take off just then. She seemed disappointed, but never raised the question again.

I opened a new credit card under my name only and ordered some size 13 black heel pumps with 4 inch heels. I also got a couple pairs of control top pantyhose, black and white sheer stockings, two black knee length dresses, a blonde wig, and some jewelry. I also purchased some breast fillers and corset tops to wear as well. The corset would help with my upper body figure and the breast fillers would come in a size c, a cup size bigger than my wife.

I scheduled everything to arrive at the house the Monday Debra was leaving. I took some time off from work, telling them that I would be going to Florida for some personal work. I told them to forward all my work calls to my cell phone. Even if Debra was going to call my office, she would still get a hold of me and wouldn’t arouse much suspicion. It was setting up to be a perfect week being a woman. And when the weekend arrived before Debra’s trip, I couldn’t wait to do some light makeup shopping and settle in to silky, feminine clothes. I helped her pack and told her I took a half day to take her to the airport.

As I carried her bag through the terminal my mind was fantasizing about my heels and dresses. I kissed Debra passionately before she went through security and we promised to call each other when we had the chance.

As soon as she had left, I jumped back in the car and went to the makeup store and purchased makeup and some hair-removal wax to thin out my eyebrows and soften my beard growth. I spent the rest of the morning shaving my body. I really couldn’t believe that I was going all out for this fantasy. After my shower, I couldn’t stop touching my smooth legs and underarms as I used whatever my wife left for lotion and perfume. Next were my eyebrows, which I took the wax and began to painfully shape my brow for a more girly look. I stepped back to look at my more girlish face. I almost didn’t recognize myself around my eyes, and I smiled broadly as I looked back at a more womanly me, and I had yet to apply any makeup. As I was feeling proud of myself, the door bell rang.

I ignored the weird look I got from the delivery man and tore into the package as soon as he left. I could hardly contain my excitement as I pulled out black heels and black dresses. First I pulled out the tan control top hose and slipped them on. The feeling of pantyhose sliding up my long smooth hairless legs was exhilarating. I tried my best to keep my hormones under control. Next I fitted the corset and wrapped it around my body. The breast inserts fit perfectly into the cups and I felt womanly as I moved it into place. As I looked down I couldn’t believe how my body was being transformed in to something so sexy.

Next was the blonde wig that was shoulder length, I fitted it on my head and moved it around. I didn’t spend much time styling the hair, which was a good thing. I don’t think I could spend the time doing it up. I stood back and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt my manhood start to get aroused.

I was barely able to recognize myself as I looked on. With a little sexy makeup I doubt I could be mistaken at all as a man in drag. I looked that good. I turned and rubbed my hands all over my flat stomach and legs. My hands shook a little as I began applying my makeup. A little rogue and some lipstick and eyeliner, I was beginning to become more and more of a woman. When I finished with make-up and tried not to dwell on my face and carefully slipped into one of my black dresses.

The dress fit like a glove, even around my bust and hips. My sister’s dresses never fit, and wearing Debra’s things was really out of the question, they would just be too tight and rip at the seams. I just never wore anything that was this womanly that fit me. It was black dress that was tight with spaghetti straps and was about knee length. It had a white lace trim at the top and on the hem. A small skinny belt went around the waist.

I pulled out some black sheer stockings I ordered and slipped them on over the tan hose. I sat on the bed and fixed the stockings to the garter straps on the corset. Catching myself in the mirror, I once again could not believe it was really me looking back. I stood in the full length mirror and. I would lean to show my cleavage, which was a pleasant surprise with the corset creating a natural looking cleavage.

To the passing eye, I was an athletic tall blonde haired woman with long beautiful legs and slight hour glass look to my body. I was so excited I could no longer hide my arousal through the pantyhose, a definite outline surfaced at my crotch. Trying to keep from getting aroused again I practiced on my walk and sitting up and down with a dress on.

I was surprised how easily I picked up sitting up straight as a girl and keeping my knees together as I stood up and sat down. I also worked on a feminine voice, which wasn’t hard for me in the first place. Many telemarketers would call me ma’am on the phone when I would answer. I practiced in the bathroom where the echo would help out, and then I called a few numbers to friends as a telemarketer to see if I could pass as a woman. It only took the first call as I tricked a friend of my wife’s. I even flirted a little with him, surprised how easy it was. I was feeling pretty good about how I looked and how it felt. I finally worked up my courage and slipped out of the house after dark and took Debra’s car, a little convertible, and took a drive toward downtown. I packed one of my wife’s purses, and made sure I had everything a girl would have, even some tampons. I also slipped on a pair of black panties to go over the hose for added security that my little member wouldn’t make an appearance. I touched up my makeup and gave a final look in the full length mirror. I was surprised how womanly I looked. Finally I tied one of Debra’s scarves around my neck and adorned jewelry. My heart was in my throat as my heels clicked on the garage floor and I unlock the red convertible.

I had some difficulty getting in on the driver-side; it was very unlady-like. I moved the seat back and adjusted everything to accommodate my size. Then I practiced both getting in and exiting the small car. It took me about a half hour to get it down right, although, I could still be doing something wrong. I had to get my brain around moving and reacting as a woman would do. I just kept imagining I was a beautiful girl all my life. There is no need to act muscularly. Getting my heels to work with the pedals was also a challenge. Realizing that I was going to be as comfortable as I was going to get, I turned the ignition and slowly pulled out of the garage and pulled onto our street.

I wanted to get out of my neighborhood as fast as I could so as not to arouse suspicion with neighbors seeing a strange lady driving my wife’s car. I felt more and more comfortable driving in heels as I hit the interstate and headed for downtown. But where should I go? I was almost just content on driving around for my first night out as a woman. Stopped at a light a car pulled up beside me and I turned to look. The blood drained from my face as I realized it was one of Debra’s girlfriends. She rolled down the window to talk and I nervously looked around for the window button, what would I tell her?

Her name was Katie, a cute petite red head that was always the wild one of Debra’s friends. She had a tight body and breasts that were much bigger than her frame. She had always wanted to get a breast reduction, but I always thought that was a part of her attractiveness. She had amazing legs. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them when she was around wearing skirts or shorts. In heels her legs looked even softer and more sensual. She was the last person I really wanted to see right now. As I lowered my window she screamed at me to pull over, I reluctantly did and both cars came to stop on an empty block. She slid out of her SUV and she was dressed as if on a date. Short white cocktail dress, tan nylons and white heel pumps. I felt a twinge of lust for her as she approached my little convertible.

“Hi, I am sorry but I know the people that own this car, and they are out of town,” she said, very direct, “I will call the cops, what are you doing with my friend’s car?”

“I am sorry,” I said as fem as I could, I figure I didn’t have to hide the fact that I was scared, because I was. “I… I work with Greg, and my car broke down,” I lied, trying to keep the story simple. “He told me his wife was out of town and I could borrow his car.”

“Oh,” she looked surprised, and she glanced down at my legs. “I have been to his work before, I don’t remember seeing you.”

Being as fem in my voice as I could, I turned it back on her, “I am sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Oh sorry,” she said backing off a little, “my name is Katie.”

“Hi Katie, I’m Ginger,” I thought it sounded good. “I just started working with Greg. He is a great guy, very cute too.” Why not throw in a little ad for myself. I hardly believed it when I said it either. “He is out with some guys tonight but you can call him later and confirm with him.” “Ok,” she smiled. “Well, I guess that is fine. To tell you the truth I have had sort of a rough night. If your new here, would you like to join me for a drink tonight.”

She must have seen a little fear in my eyes because she began to back off the offer telling me about a rough evening. I told her that I would be glad to grab a quick drink. I figured I needed it after that exchange, and after all, “Ginger” would have loved some company. I couldn’t believe really to what was going on. I thought for the most part that I had fooled her, but could I really be that stupid to accept to spend some time with a woman that could easily expose me? I felt sick to my stomach as I followed her to a quaint little bar that was not far from Katie’s house.

On the ride over, my cell phone began to ring. It was Katie calling confirm “Ginger’s” story. I answered it in the gruffest voice I had. Sure enough, she asked me about Ginger. At first I pretended not to know what she was talking about then suddenly remembered. I figured it added a tinge of realism. Once at the bar I concentrated on being a woman again. Watching how I got out of the car and remembering my purse and trying not to let the feel of hose on my legs turn me on.

She smiled as she stepped down off her SUV. I smiled back, more at the irony of me driving a little convertible and Katie in a large truck. She saw my height for the first time and I felt her eyes on me trying to find something wrong. I immediately felt self conscious as we walked in the smoky bar. With no real tables open we sat in a corner booth and Katie sat very close to me. At one point our nylon cased legs rubbed together, I quickly withdrew my leg and smiled at her, she did the same.

My mind raced as I knew I could not just order a beer. As the waitress approached our table I was almost in a panic as to what to order. The waitress looked to me and I grab the little drink menu at our table and told her to ask Katie first what she wanted. She ordered a dirty martini and I said the same. I hated martinis but it should fall into the character I was playing. After ordering a strange silence fell between us. I feared maybe she knew or that she could sense something wasn’t right. I felt I better get her talking about her or it would be a nightmarish night.

As we talked, mostly about her, our drinks arrived and I felt more and more comfortable talking and with my legs crossed. I even picked up a cute little laugh. Katie seemed lost in her story about her failed date that evening and talked about her frustration with men. I would nod and shake my head at certain parts in her story, and tried to keep my mind on controlling my body as a woman.

My transformation was defiantly having an effect on me because the martini was actually very good, and I even enjoyed some of the looks from other men in the bar at Katie and me.

Something else was also happening as I sat sipping my martini and listening to Katie’s woes. I was extremely turned on. It was an extraordinary feeling. I felt horny, and fantasized about some nasty sex dressed, but I stayed limp and hidden.

My heart pounded and my head swirled as I started to feel a buzz from the strong drink, and sitting listening to Katie put my brain into a trance. I almost forgot about my inhibitions and felt as if I were meant to be in makeup, long hair, and heels. I kept my wrists limp and kept as loose and feminine as I could be. When our second round came, I was feeling more and more as a woman.

Then it happened. Half way through our second round a couple of large men found their way through the crowd and was staring at us. They seemed goofy and drunk and asked to sit with us for a little bit. Before I could call it a night, Katie welcomed them to our table and a rather burly man sat next to me. He smelled of cheap beer and body odor, I wrinkled my nose every time he leaned in to join the conversation. He had dark hair and a 5 o’clock shadow.

He was a little cute; I could see that women would not be turned off by his looks. Katie was not bothered by her man at all, in fact welcoming the little touches and closeness of him next to her.

Conversations turned into flirting on Katie’s side and soon they were in their own little world. The man next to me, Adam, was going to school at the local college and didn’t like all those small girls on campus. I tried not to show any interest in touching or feeling, but also I was not trying to act out of character as a woman in any way. It was my first true test. I sipped away at my martini and tried to feel comfortable.

Before I knew it, we were somewhere in our fourth round of martinis when my worst nightmare came true. Katie started making out with her boy and Adam’s hands were starting to touch my legs. I was starting to get nervous and horny as he began getting closer and touchier. Luckily my penis stayed limp. His hands were amazing, soft and firm, slipping up my dress. I pressed my legs together and crossed them so he would not find something out of whack, then submitted to his eyes.

I was returning his flirts, and I started loving the attention. Katie was really fooling around with the guy next to her while Adam couldn’t keep his hands off my legs. As long as he wasn’t going near my private area,I found myself welcoming his advances. The stench of beer and odor from him turned it to an intoxicating blend of bitter sexual appeal and horny bodies. I felt his arm around me, so strong, and I left a hand on his leg. I never considered myself a homosexual, guys are not my type. But I felt something different, more than just sex, but a validation of being a woman. I was so curious to see if I was turning him on.

He leaned in, and I couldn’t help but wanting to kiss him deeply. My mind raced, my heart skipped a beat as he leaned in more and laid a wet juicy kiss on my lips. To tell you the truth he was a horrible kisser but I found myself kissing back. His strong hand slid under my dress around the outside of my thigh to my ass and pulled me in closer to him. Then out of nowhere I slipped my hand to his special area. The feeling was incredible. He was so horny for me. It was the first time I had felt another man’s special part, even if it was through his jeans. He was large, much larger than me. I felt a sense of pride that I was womanly enough to turn on a man, so, I was turned on. After a few seconds of rubbing him and kissing, the kissing actually started to go bad. He did something strange with his tongue and it didn’t feel right. I stopped him and came out of the trance that the martinis started.

“I’m sorry,” I told him. “But I really have to be going.” The look on Adam’s face was pained. I had been there before. I told him that he was a sweetheart and he was a great kisser, but I had a meeting in the morning and I needed some rest.

My apparent awakening also got the attention of Katie. They stopped and she too was gathering her things. The boys politely paid for our drinks, and Katie and I stood and left. My mind was replaying everything, and I was feeling woozy from the drinks and the extreme sexual experience I just had as a woman. I was both horny and sickened at the same time.

Katie must have realized something because she stopped me from entering my little car. “Why don’t you and I grab some drinks at my place?” I told her that I was done for the evening. We then said good byes and left.

For the first time I felt so free. I have never been able to do that in a while. There was just something so sexy about making out with a strange guy. The drive home was relatively quick and my head was heavy and my body felt it had been in a fight. I parked in the garage and my heels clicked as I entered the house. My hair and clothes smelt of cigarettes and a tinge of Katie’s perfume. My feet felt some relief as I slipped out of the heels, and I looked at myself in the mirror. I was still aroused at the figure looking back. Then my phone rang. It was Debra.

Katie had informed Debra about what happened and she was a really angry. I was trapped now. I had no idea about how to explain it to her. My only choice was to tell her the truth. So, I started telling her everything. Debra was in complete shock and said she would come back home immediately. It was not going to be a week that I was expecting.

The End