The Power of Black Stockings

Tonight I’m wearing red lingerie, red lipstick, and my favorite VS black stockings.

When he opens the door, there I’m waiting for him, standing there looking sexy. I rub my nipples through the silk lingerie, I just love the feel of silk on my skin. He loves seeing my nipples poke against the shiny red fabric.

I run my hands along my thighs and lift up my lingerie a little, just enough to show off the tops of my creamy white skin and the lace at the top of my stockings.

He has not even touched me or kissed me yet. He’s still standing in the doorway speechless. He’s watching my hands move along my body as if they were his hands. He slowly takes off his coat. He has a smile and a twinkle in his eyes. I know he’s hard for me by that look in his eyes.

He forgets that he wanted to watch the game tonight. I made him want to fuck me. He wants his hands and lips all over me. Now, he wants me as much as I want him. Neither of us have spoken a word, but the desire for each other builds between us.

As soon as he finds me waiting for him in lingerie and stockings, he becomes seduced by my curves and charms. The only thing that matters to him is getting me to the bedroom for a night of passion and erotic pleasure.