Tag: nylon
Your Weakness
“No excuses. You know better.” “Do I?” you say before you can stop yourself. I grin. “Do you need a reminder?” Over my knee, you grab onto my ankle. Silky nylon. A moment of softness before my hand meets your skin. Hot and stinging. You reach your hand back, without thinking. I grip your wrist…
Stockholm Syndrome
The sound of the door knob turning makes you twitch in arousal. You wish it wasn’t this way. Nothing you can do now. Next comes the swish of my nylons as I cross the room. “Drooling yet?” Nylon meets your knee. Its almost enough. You’re that desperate. I unlock your hands. You rest them in…