Sheer enjoyment

In the UK tights and pantyhose are the same thing and I absolutely hate them. I think this stems from having to wear those hideous thin skin toned ones as part of a work uniform and in that time I suffered horrible non-stop yeast infections. I did try to wear stockings instead but any hint of a suspender belt under my stupidly flimsy uniform was met with a ‘chat’ with my manager and being sent off to get tights. Thankfully those days are over and I never have to wear them again.

I do however occasionally wear the thicker patterned or coloured tights but that tends to be when I’m wearing shorts or where stockings just wouldn’t work. They’re not comfortable and they don’t feel or look sexy in my opinion. Apparently my arse does look good in them but I think my discomfort shows.

Then there are knee highs, which I adore, they can be cute or they can be sexy but I would pretty much class them as socks and for me that deserves a post all of their own.

I do like the look of hold ups but I’ve never yet found a pair that do what they say, I tend to spend the entire evening either with them collecting around my knees or trying to subtly trying to pull them up, again, neither of which is a sexy look! When I was very drunk one night I managed to pin Sir down and dragged one up his leg to see if the would stick to his hairy man legs but surprisingly enough they didn’t. Yes, I know, I’m my own worst enemy sometimes, luckily he saw the funny side but I still paid for it later!

And finally, we have stockings. These have to be my favourite out of all the hosiery types. The way black lacy tops and suspender belts frame a gorgeous milky arse or how a white pair looks so sexy yet innocent or how a red pair looks so devilishly naughty.

They feel so good to wear and I know they accentuate my long legs and make me feel sexy. I also get so distracted by others wearing them, especially fishnets, I can’t put my finger on why but they’re so hot!

There was a stage I went through when every time I popped to the shops I came home with a different pair of stockings, I still can’t resist collecting stockings, every time I see a different style I’m attracted to the like a magpie is attracted to shiny things but I have reduced my expensive habit somewhat.

I think their versatility is amazing, you can look elegant and classy and yet when they’re torn it transforms into a fantastic slutty look and then they can be totally ripped from me and used as bindings. But more than anything I love how irresistible they are to Sir, he can be busy working away but as soon as I appear next to him in stockings I know I have his full attention.