I've worn nylons since as long as I can remember. Back in the nineties, it seems that all girls from middle school upwards did so. It just made sense. And it was always suntan pantyhose. They were the default choice for a girl. It never occurred to me to question why we wore them, what effect they had on those around us.
When I started to explore my sexuality, discovering strange fetish after strange fetish in a remarkable period of self-awareness, I finally understood the allure.
Tan pantyhose are incredibly sexy! They're not the drab, utilitarian workhorse of an outfit that fashionistas would have you believe. They ARE the outfit. They're a delicious surprise when you'd assumed a woman's legs were bare. They're an inviting texture, a toning contrast on otherwise pale legs.
I love to wear tan hose now - not because I feel I have to, but because I know what people are thinking when they look at me, the kinky thoughts that are conjured up by that silky soft, almost invisible temptation!
When I started to explore my sexuality, discovering strange fetish after strange fetish in a remarkable period of self-awareness, I finally understood the allure.
Tan pantyhose are incredibly sexy! They're not the drab, utilitarian workhorse of an outfit that fashionistas would have you believe. They ARE the outfit. They're a delicious surprise when you'd assumed a woman's legs were bare. They're an inviting texture, a toning contrast on otherwise pale legs.
I love to wear tan hose now - not because I feel I have to, but because I know what people are thinking when they look at me, the kinky thoughts that are conjured up by that silky soft, almost invisible temptation!
