La Perla Back seam stockings

Today I wore the most divine stockings. They are La Perla. As you can see, they are black with La Perla written in red up the back seam. These stockings turn heads when worn. I swear that when I wear these stockings men follow behind me in droves.... it is quite the turn on! When a girl is armed with the knowledge that a simple slip of sheer material clinging to the legs can cause a man to become desperate to worship at your feet.







You can see my freshly painted toes peaking through... perhaps I would have been best to paint them bright red to match the La Perla seam... I did not think that part through!

Here you can see the juicy, soft pad of my foot encased in expensive stocking with the exclusive La Perla slicing through the middle...



Whenever I wear stockings, I want to contort my feet... point and flex my toes and watch the material strain against my skin...



The first time I ever wore these stockings was for a very important meeting at work. I had to make a presentation in front of my bosses and co workers... I was nervous and took care to select an empowering outfit. My black suit would have been drab had it not been for these stockings. Whenever I turned to write on the board I could feel all eyes had moved to my legs and my feet... men and women stared with envy and lust.





The only problem with these stockings is the smell. It seems the more expensive the stocking, the worse the stench. After a day in these stockings you are certain that every person on the bus as you ride home is crinkling their nose with disgust at the acrid fragrance seeping from your feet. I don't know what it is about stockings...







So as you read on, imagine the pungent musk of foot odor oozing from my stockinged feet. Imagine sitting on the bus minding your own business when this toxic scent wafts into your nasal cavity. You look around and see nostrils curling with disgust and you can feel yourself growing hard. You slyly glance at the women around you, checking for a faint register of guilt or shame. Unable to locate the offiendor you study the feet of the women as they leave the bus. Soon it is only you and I left alone on the bus. The odor is still strong as we make eye contact. We both know the truth, the stench that filled the bus was mine.

Imagine what it would be like if I took my stockinged foot and place it against your crotch, patting and wriggling my toes across your hardness. My stockinged feet to run over your face, pressing the balls of my feet, the material stiff with dry sweat into your nostrils, forcing you to inhale my strong smell and nothing else. What it would be like to slowly peel my La Perla stockings from my feet and suck the material to your face with desparate gasps. To take my sweaty, soiled foot and lick it from heel to toe with one broad tongue stroke - tasting the days toils on my feet. To feel my cool, clammy toes as they gently pinch your face, teasingly stroking your lips... Sliding your tongue around my toes, darting your tongue in and out, savouring my unique scent...











If you are interested in purhasing these revolting yet strangely intoxicating stockings at the end of the week... email me at alexis_kellyxxx@hotmail.com



If you ask me very nicely I might even see fit to wear them whilst teaching pole dancing. I shudder to think what revolting odor would come from that!!!