Thursday

This morning I found a stache of old pantyhose at the bottom of my hamper. I sorted through them and found a real treasure. A pair of sheer nude pantyhose. I believe they're Hanes. They're lushishly different from the pantyhose I've been wearing lately. And much different from the other pairs in the hamper. Most of them were very coarse and scratchy. They're much softer and are a little big on me so that I can feel them rubbing my legs as I walk.

Today while I was at work talking on the phone, I would cross my right leg over the left and run my hands up and down my leg while I dangled my navyblue heels back and forth on my toe. I had difficulty concentrating on my phone calls because I kept becoming mesmerized by the sensation of the pantyhose on my fingertips and my palms. I ran my hands down my legs in the same direction of the weave and enjoyed it's smoothness, and I moved my fingertips back and forth against the weave and felt the roughness. I continued to run my hands all over the pantyhose and the lifted my fingertips and it made me really wet because they still tingled.  | ¶ 9:24 PM