A blog devoted to the love of stockings, more specifically a woman in stockings.

Where to begin. This is the first posting I have made although I have written tens of stories involving stocking sex.

Where to begin – well, the beginning. I was just a kid, 7 or 8, and had a babysitter. Now before you think incestual thoughts, hear me out. We had a coffee table that I would play under. Naturally feet would sit on the lower shelf which happened to be where I would play. I clearly remember sniffing nylon feet and noticing the that distinct smell – the mixture of nylon, leather heels and natural odor. My assumption is that, as I was crawling within the confined space, my dick was rubbing against the table etc and a fetish was born. Any psych majors out there are welcome to comment.

From there – there have been a number of memorable events through my life. Growing up in a church there was never a shortage of nylon legs. Only now do I think back and wonder who was wearing stockings under their dresses.

Sunday school one morning we had a special speaker in our small group. He brought his daughter who, of course, was wearing a skirt and hose. They sat across the room from my friend and me – her father talking about God knows what. I didn’t dare stare as she was sitting beside him but as we finished up, during a prayer, my friend gave me a shove and I looked to see him nod towards her. She had opened her legs slightly and I could clearly see pink cotton panties between her tan hose. Thinking back, I assumed she did this thinking no one would notice her flashing us during a prayer. I coulnt help but stare. She kept her head down the entire time, although I could see a smile on her face – she clearly knew what she was doing.

A few years later I had another experience. By this point I was into my teen years and was being bombarded with sexual stimulation. This was before the internet so department store catalogs were your best source for jerk-off fodder. Christmas was especially good as many retailers would send out “special” gift flyers. Page after page of lingerie. It was literally hours of fun.

One of those years I was in a larger store shopping with my mother. It was later in the evening and things were wrapping up. I was waiting for her to purchase some gifts when a store clerk came over to a number of stock boxes on the floor. She began to unload then and sat on the floor – commenting to my mother about how long a day it had been. I hadn’t paid much attention to her before that, she was probably mid 30s and average looking with a longer skirt and sweater – not exactly a teen boy’s fantasy. Then she sat on the floor, her legs under her, and her skirt rode up clearly exposing her stocking top and garter strap. Memorized, I stared. Neither my mother nor the woman seemed to notice. Tan stockings with a white garter, and on an average looking retail clerk! To that point I had assumed stockings were for sex and fancy dress up events. I would never look at any woman wearing leg coverings the same way again – you really never know who has that slightly wild side to them.

Fast-forward to today and the apparently busy lifestyles of most women who lazily elect to wear pantyhose over stockings. Although (we must recognize) in some ways, it does make a stocking sighting that much more special!

I look forward to sharing some of my stories with you and invite you to share any tales, links and/or pics with me as well. I am constantly bewildered by the lack of stocking stories sites on the net. A plethora of stocking pics and movies dominate but I feel there is still something to be said for letting us create the images on our own.

Enjoy!