Pet hate number eighty-six
posted by sooyup
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Daily trivia
[Or in Emma’s case, number seven. She has less pet hates than I do.] When I worked in the industry decades ago, ladies stockings came in six foot-sizes, ranging from 8½ to 11, and each size came in three leg-lengths. Now, in the name of progress, it’s “one size fits all” both for stockings, of sacred memory, and for the accursed tights, invention of the devil. One size fits all what, may one ask? I remember sliding my hand up a teenage Emma’s leg (and get an erection even thinking about it). The welt of her stocking-top - remember the sudden change in texture? - was comfortable around her silken thigh. It was even loose enough to slip my hand down towards the knee - assuming I could resist or postpone the temptation to venture further up. But now? As often as not the stocking-top is as tight as a tourniquet, biting into those luscious white thighs like a garrotte. Nowadays Emma has to search hard to find stockings as comfortable and as convenient as those shown here.
[Or in Emma’s case, number seven. She has less pet hates than I do.] When I worked in the industry decades ago, ladies stockings came in six foot-sizes, ranging from 8½ to 11, and each size came in three leg-lengths. Now, in the name of progress, it’s “one size fits all” both for stockings, of sacred memory, and for the accursed tights, invention of the devil. One size fits all what, may one ask? I remember sliding my hand up a teenage Emma’s leg (and get an erection even thinking about it). The welt of her stocking-top - remember the sudden change in texture? - was comfortable around her silken thigh. It was even loose enough to slip my hand down towards the knee - assuming I could resist or postpone the temptation to venture further up. But now? As often as not the stocking-top is as tight as a tourniquet, biting into those luscious white thighs like a garrotte. Nowadays Emma has to search hard to find stockings as comfortable and as convenient as those shown here.
