Sliding on my leather gloves, I begin to talk about you and your lusty perversions. Your nylon fixation, your pantyhose fetish. What is it that gets your pulse racing. Let me tease you, let me manipulate you with my pantyhose feet, dangling my high heel. Worship my feet and trace the back seam of my pantyhose with your tongue and bury your nose between my toes. You don't know what it is, but the power I have over you is all consuming. You'll always be my good, good pantyhose pervert. Waiting for the next fix of my nylons and my words that control your brain.
