Tights Fetishist, Sex In A Body Made Of Tulle Or Polyamide

Every addiction has a beginning and a cause. I’m really addicted to women’s stockings, tights and all sorts of ingenious creations for women’s clothing and a little more. It awakens the pure pleasure in me to fuck until it comes to both of us.

AEverything had started when I got my first catalog from an erotic mail-order company got into the hand and on a whole page the most refined structures were shown. My girlfriend, whom I had at that time – she was just eighteen – was then royally spoiled by me. Everything I dragged on, what I liked in the catalogs and what I wanted to see on her body. In anticipation of a wonderful night – it was not our first – I first gave her a so – called sex tights. She was shamelessly open at the crotch and had very large openings on the side to kiss the bare skin. I could actually convince her to try the fine webbing in front of my eyes. Otherwise she wore nothing. However, I did not first intoxicate myself to her beautiful breasts or anything that showed in the open step. No, I stroked for a long time on the very fine tissue and was thereby supermegageil. Sure, that I then had pleasure in her lovesick pussy and her longing breasts. I fucked her half the night through the open crotch.

I inject very deep in her butt, it was a horny ass fuck

When we parted, the sweet part was ready for disposal. It was not only glued everywhere, but also shredded here and there by our rage. It got even better a few days later. In my home was already a black body made of stretch tulle ready. Only he left the shoulders free, the breasts and the crotch. This was a much nicer feeling for me. I was able to rub my naked body against the bizarre tissue throughout our union. That made me think that after the first round I did not even need a break. I fucked her to her second orgasm, chased the concentrated cargo just on her stomach or on the black tulle and turned them around their own axis. She had previously asked me to try it with my anal once.

She did not know that yet, had only once heated up her sweet butt with such a double dildo. I was dazzled as part of her tight cheeks and the cute rosette laughed at me through the recess of the step. With the special cream I made everything pretty slippery. We screamed in duet as my fat man pierced the magnificent narrowness. “Come on,” she urged, because I acted only when I had crept in. We were both thrilled with how easy it was and the wonderful feelings we had with us. All the while I rubbed my palms over the fine webbing on her back. I was getting more and more upset. As I exhale deep in her ass, I grabbed and ripped her tulle over the whole back and over half the back.

That was just the beginning. It was not long before I even slipped into stockings or tights

I carried her secretly throughout the day. Only my normal socks over camouflaged me. I just did not feel well anymore if I did not have such fine tissue on my legs and abdomen. I did not prefer any specimens that were open at the crotch. On the contrary. Stramm had to sit all around my good piece and over the butt. There came a time when I did not mind showing off in pantyhose when I made a conquest. Strange, not just a woman had understanding. One, I still remember, was terribly outraged that I stroked her at the first movie visit under the skirt and on the tights. Later, in the park, as I ran her hand through my fly and saw what I was wearing on my bare skin, it suddenly became accessible. Who knows, maybe she was just pretending to be in the cinema. In the park she soon took off her panties herself and lured her with wide legs to a round in the countryside.

My enthusiasm and needs have led me to have an unlikely collection of women’s stockings and tights today. Even they are still in my inventory, which I had torn in hot hours at this or that lady. As far as this is still possible, I love to slip into such specimens myself when I am alone and longing for my stockings. I am happy that Diana, my new relationship, not only accepts my fetishism but even loves to accept it over time. She also enjoys it the most when we are both in a body of tulle or polyamide during sex.

With Diana, such a pop-free part is also very good, because she wears a rose on each cheek as a tattoo. My latest achievements are a suspender tights, a string pantyhose and fishnet tights. There complain couples about the monotony in the marriage bed. If they could find out what alone can bring such a pair of refined legwear to new stimuli. It does not have to go anywhere as far as with me. I have already cultivated my special whimsy so much that I can get away with it by myself if I stick in such fine parts long enough and just caress myself long enough.