Pantyhose

My pantyhose provoke me.
They hug my ass, make my crotch more sweaty, more moist.
I like to notice them, feel them.
Like the way my hands are attracted to them.
How I find myself petting my ankles, my thighs, my feet, through them.
How my body, and skin, are warmed, transformed, by them.
How I am softer, more willing, more inviting, in them.
How the tight band around my waist agitates me, cuts me, moves me.
Not in an unpleasant way. But, enough.
I like the tightness of them. The persistence.
The removal. The relief.
The mark, the itch, the reminder, they leave behind.

AnneSexton said:

My pantyhose provoke me.
They hug my ass, make my crotch more sweaty, more moist.
I like to notice them, feel them.
Like the way my hands are attracted to them.
How I find myself petting my ankles, my thighs, my feet, through them.
How my body, and skin, are warmed, transformed, by them.
How I am softer, more willing, more inviting, in them.
How the tight band around my waist agitates me, cuts me, moves me.
Not in an unpleasant way. But, enough.
I like the tightness of them. The persistence.
The removal. The relief.
The mark, the itch, the reminder, they leave behind.

Pantyhose

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Wow. You have described them in such a beautiful way.

AnneSexton said:

My pantyhose provoke me.
They hug my ass, make my crotch more sweaty, more moist.
I like to notice them, feel them.
Like the way my hands are attracted to them.
How I find myself petting my ankles, my thighs, my feet, through them.
How my body, and skin, are warmed, transformed, by them.
How I am softer, more willing, more inviting, in them.
How the tight band around my waist agitates me, cuts me, moves me.
Not in an unpleasant way. But, enough.
I like the tightness of them. The persistence.
The removal. The relief.
The mark, the itch, the reminder, they leave behind.

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Women these days don't realize the affect pantyhose have on men as well. Men are visual creatures and when you dress up tour legs, men notice. They are like make up for your legs. It doesn't matter how pretty you are, you wouldn't dream of leaving the house without doing your face.

You mentioned some of the biggest complaints women have about pantyhose but most are making two mistakes when it comes to pantyhose. They buy cheap hosiery and they buy the wrong size.

As far as quality goes, I hate to say it but the European brands have ours beat. You can get amazing pantyhose in the $8-$15 range that will blow your mind (and senses). I think the size problem is an ego thing for women, they buy them too small then complain they're too tight. I can't tell you how many woman I've told this to and they thought I was nuts. But when they followed my advice, almost everyone of them agreed with me.

I'm glad to see these is still women out there that like wearing pantyhose. Keep up the good work Anne.

AnneSexton said:

My pantyhose provoke me.
They hug my ass, make my crotch more sweaty, more moist.
I like to notice them, feel them.
Like the way my hands are attracted to them.
How I find myself petting my ankles, my thighs, my feet, through them.
How my body, and skin, are warmed, transformed, by them.
How I am softer, more willing, more inviting, in them.
How the tight band around my waist agitates me, cuts me, moves me.
Not in an unpleasant way. But, enough.
I like the tightness of them. The persistence.
The removal. The relief.
The mark, the itch, the reminder, they leave behind.

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You're a poet! I had never considered pantyhoses under that light

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand, I'm aroused. Thank you for jump starting my morning.

yes too

pantyhose....please tell us more...

I have such good memories of sneaking peaks at them,,,, hugs and thanks for posting...

My pantyhose provoke me.
They hug my ass, make my crotch more sweaty, more moist.
I like to notice them, feel them.
Like the way my hands are attracted to them.
How I find myself petting my ankles, my thighs, my feet, through them.
How my body, and skin, are warmed, transformed, by them.
How I am softer, more willing, more inviting, in them.
How the tight band around my waist agitates me, cuts me, moves me.
Not in an unpleasant way. But, enough.
I like the tightness of them. The persistence.
The removal. The relief.
The mark, the itch, the reminder, they leave behind.

Thank you, I now know there is at least one woman wearing pantyhose today. I love women wearing pantyhose. Instant turn on seeing a pair or legs encased in hose. Most women these days don’t realize the power a pair of pantyhose have on is men. Keep on wearing them.

A giant YUM to panty hose, all the better of that’s all that she’s wearing!