kaoticarter: You're supposed to stroke it.
Since we first got together, he's always had something for my legs. They're rather long, and despite the ocassional bruise and a few childhood scars, they're nice. Probably my favorite feature about myself, I'm always wearing heels to make them look longer and perhaps get closer to his height. But honestly, they look best tangled with his tan ones or around his waist.
Often, there are nights when he'll come home and I'll already be in one of his shirts with nothing else on, laying on the couch. He'll move my legs and prop them up into his lap. His fingers like to explore every inch of them, running over the bare skin. A single finger will trace every curve, from my hip down to my ankle and back up again. He could do that for hours.
He walked in on me the other day sitting on the edge of the bathtub with a razor and legs covered in a foam lather. I nearly sliced my skin when he kissed the back of my neck, arms wrapping around me as he kneeled by the bathtub. I scolded him, trying to smack away his fingers which were drawing small designs over my legs. He rinsed his fingers off in the water, peeking around me at a bag that was sitting under the outfit I had hung on the doorknob. I told him he'd see it later, flicking water at him as I kicked him out of the bathroom. I wanted to make it worth it.
Long skirts, and I'm talking about knee-length skirts, went out of style awhile ago. There's still the Bohemian look, but I'm really not a fan of that. Shirt skirts are all the rage, and it works well if you have extremely long legs. But there's one thing you really can't wear with short skirts and that is garter belts. It look extremely unprofessional. And for some reason, that appealed to me. Kristin said something about buying one awhile back so I finally purchased one along with a pair of sockings. I wanted to surprise him, because usually I'm very conservative, and I guess I just wanted to try something different. I like the way it looked, how when you twisted a certain way you could see just where the stockings began. Not to mention the jade color was almost noticable under the beige skirt.
I came home later that night, only to find him laying at the foot of the bed. I pulled off the skirt and rested my feet on his back. He went to pull on the stocking, muttering something about how much he hated them before he looked up and noticed that they were connected.
I like giving him something to play with.
Often, there are nights when he'll come home and I'll already be in one of his shirts with nothing else on, laying on the couch. He'll move my legs and prop them up into his lap. His fingers like to explore every inch of them, running over the bare skin. A single finger will trace every curve, from my hip down to my ankle and back up again. He could do that for hours.
He walked in on me the other day sitting on the edge of the bathtub with a razor and legs covered in a foam lather. I nearly sliced my skin when he kissed the back of my neck, arms wrapping around me as he kneeled by the bathtub. I scolded him, trying to smack away his fingers which were drawing small designs over my legs. He rinsed his fingers off in the water, peeking around me at a bag that was sitting under the outfit I had hung on the doorknob. I told him he'd see it later, flicking water at him as I kicked him out of the bathroom. I wanted to make it worth it.
Long skirts, and I'm talking about knee-length skirts, went out of style awhile ago. There's still the Bohemian look, but I'm really not a fan of that. Shirt skirts are all the rage, and it works well if you have extremely long legs. But there's one thing you really can't wear with short skirts and that is garter belts. It look extremely unprofessional. And for some reason, that appealed to me. Kristin said something about buying one awhile back so I finally purchased one along with a pair of sockings. I wanted to surprise him, because usually I'm very conservative, and I guess I just wanted to try something different. I like the way it looked, how when you twisted a certain way you could see just where the stockings began. Not to mention the jade color was almost noticable under the beige skirt.
I came home later that night, only to find him laying at the foot of the bed. I pulled off the skirt and rested my feet on his back. He went to pull on the stocking, muttering something about how much he hated them before he looked up and noticed that they were connected.
I like giving him something to play with.