Monday

I miss you on Sundays.

Monday mornings are wonderful because I get to speak to you again. I get to hear your voice again. If I could, I'd greet you at the front door every day just like this. Wearing pantyhose. I'd wear a different color and brand everyday. As soon as you walked into the door I'd let you start caressing the pantyhose. I'd let you explore every nuance of texture and color of the different pairs. I'd lay back and let you run your hands over my toes and my heels. I'd get wet when you stuck my toes in your mouth as your hands ran down the pantyhose covering my shins and my calves and my knees. I'd turn over and luxuriate in the touch of your hand over the pantyhose covering my ass, in the touch of your cock over the arch of my foot, over my ankle, down my calf. I'd caress the pantyhose covering my pussylips and feel it moisten as your cock fucked the back of my knee. I'd lay back for hours as your ran your face and your hands and your cock all over my pantyhose.  | ¶ 9:22 PM