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stocking lust

stocking lust

He likes them lace
fishnet and sheer
he likes to feel them 
rip them up
he looks at them 
fantasizes too much
needs the buzz of excitement
to feel and touch
a pair a day
i cant afford to pay
to ignite his inner passion
wish time would change
with something else
for stockings to go out of fashion
he feels his way
for half an hour
too long i stand and wait
i'm fed up now 
so throw him out
stockings on out the garden gate!

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Jai Masters

what are these stockings doing

do they not know their power?

ay from Jai:) 

Hot write!! Best to you Tina 

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Tina Moore

haha!  jai i love your witty comments ,new year ,new stockings lol    tina x

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Tina Moore

lol thanx susan  dont know how i came up with this one lol   tina x

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Valerie Beasley...

Tina…enjoyed this write!  I wonder if stockings will ever go out of fashion…  after all they are essential when doing a stripe tease for your special someone!

val

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Tina Moore

lol  not if your man wears them haha!    thanx valerie ,im enjoying the feedback on this one   happy new year tina x

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