When the soft material covers the glans
Widespread in the exciting and colorful fetish world is the desire and longing for a certain material. I once had an extremely erotic encounter with a nylon lover. At first, I thought a nylon fetishist only liked to see tights or garters on legs, but I was wrong. While that is part of the pleasure, this form of fetish also involves feeling, smelling, and tasting the material.
He was a handsome man in his forties. His body was well-trained and defined; he offered a truly exquisite sight. Dark blond, green eyes, full hair, white teeth, very well-groomed, somewhat tattooed, and a stubbled chin. Purely visually, he would have had no problem finding women for sex. But apparently, it's not that easy to meet a woman when a fetish preference is present, he also confirmed in a conversation we had. Does fetish somehow deter people? Does a man become a freak or an oddball to a woman when he mentions his special desires? This supposed difficulty for a fetishist to find a suitable partner who participates lustfully and of their own accord. This is probably how many fetish followers feel.
I got into conversation with this handsome man. He had previously done some repair work for me with his company, and that's how we met. As I recall, I was wearing tights and a skirt on the day he did the repair. I noticed how he almost constantly stared at my legs without being obvious. Somehow, his gaze was more intense and penetrating than that of other men. Only my legs seemed to interest him.
Fishnet stockings and sheer stockings during sex
"Do you like my stockings?" I asked him sharply, as the staring started to get on my nerves. After all, the man was there to concentrate on a repair. He looked at me sincerely and seriously when I asked my question. Respectfully, he apologized and said that it was by no means his intention to pursue me or harass me with his gaze. He couldn't always control it. Nylons magically attracted him. Then he said he expected me to throw him out, but he felt that he could tell me so openly. However, it wasn't easy for him, as many women in his life had already laughed at him for it.
The man fascinated me from the start. Of course, he was very attractive, but that wasn't all. I can also find a certain car model great, but I wouldn't buy a car just for that. I know this comparison might seem a little sexist and crude, but metaphorically, it fits quite well. Despite his beauty and even though he was very likeable, things could never have become serious between us. Nevertheless, we were like friends who had known each other for a long time, right from the beginning.
We talked extensively, and I developed a desire for him and a desire to try out this fetish. Eventually, he invited me to his place, lovingly set the table, and cooked fine food. He was a very attentive man, a good catch for any woman looking for a sincere man. As we ate, I realized that he not only looked good on the outside but also possessed many wonderful inner qualities. Moreover, he was well-read and expressed himself in educated language, so we never ran out of conversation topics. Suddenly, I felt internally that I was now ready for him and our special sex.
Tights in Nylon Fetishism
I stood up, walked over to him, and pushed the skirt of my dress up a bit so he could see my stockings well. I wasn't wearing panties and had already thoroughly wet my stockings. His eyes began to gleam. From that moment on, he barely noticed me, as all his concentration was on this nylon. I placed one leg on the chair next to him, on which he was sitting. Then I took his head between my hands and guided it towards my crotch. Even I could smell myself from my core, as the synthetic fiber of nylon transports odors quite well.
He took a few deep breaths, practically inhaling my scent. Then he began to press his tongue against the stockings and licked me through the thin fabric. Somehow, he even managed to suck and nibble on my clitoris despite the barrier. I had never experienced such licking. It felt so completely different than usual, when there is no fabric between tongue and clitoris. He did it with such devotion that I quickly came. I poured my nectar into the stockings. He took the stockings by the waistband and pulled them down so far that he could see the distributed nectar of my pussy hanging from the inside of the nylon. Normally, I would have been somewhat ashamed, as my handling of bodily fluids was not yet as open and natural as it is today.
But he took away all my shyness, stroked my belly and breasts, and began to rub my nipples. I had told him earlier that this excited me a lot and that he could rub vigorously until my nipples became red and swollen. While he firmly worked on my nipples, twisting and pulling them, he first licked the nylon clean below, only to return to my clitoris. Since it sometimes stimulates me to film myself during masturbation or sex, I held my phone over us. He had previously given his permission and agreed, as filming another person against their will or secretly is a criminal offense.
Black pantyhose or ouvert pantyhose?
My nipples gradually turned red, and a slight pain set in. I asked him to rub and press even harder, if possible. In response, he just grinned at me from below. He himself was not a BDSM lover, but he enjoyed giving me pleasure. So we combined our two fetishes in an exciting and wonderful way. My nipples were now swollen and showed the first slight cracks. In addition, they began to burn pleasantly. When the nipples are rubbed so that tiny injuries occur, but no serious damage remains, this represents the transition to becoming sore. I now spat on my nipples to further increase the pain from the friction. Suddenly, I came again with a violent orgasm, more intense and powerful than the first time.
I let him drink my nectar again. Then I helped him up and led him to the sofa. I gave him to understand that he should lie down. All of a sudden, I had taken over the lead that he had previously held. Instinctively, I acted in my lust and imagined what he might like, how I could give him such beautiful feelings, just as he had given them to me before. I sat on his face, still wearing the stockings. He had told me in our preliminary conversation that he would also like to drink "natural champagne" from the source, and whether I would be open to that. Since we were both healthy, I was more than open to it, as I am also a big fan of "natural champagne" games. Since we were on the sofa, I very carefully let my urine flow. I moved very gently as I pressed my nylon pussy onto his mouth.
Since I had already gained experience with natural champagne, I was able to control this physically. It takes a bit of practice, but with regular training, it becomes easier and easier to control one's own urine flow. Drop by drop he drank my natural champagne that dripped from my nylon. I felt very naughty doing it, because somehow it felt like breaking a taboo to pee in clothes. While he drank with enjoyment, he began to masturbate.
White pantyhose or sexy nylons full of urine and pussy juice?
By the way, he not only had an attractive face and a muscular body, but he also had a heavenly dick. This man is truly blessed, I thought to myself. When I finished peeing, I got off his face and let him pull down my pantyhose. He performed each of his movements carefully and considerately. Then I slipped one nylon leg over my hand up to my upper arm. With my nylon-clad hand, I then stroked his entire body, gently and intensely, so that he could abundantly feel his beloved material on his skin.
Finally, I returned to his dick and stroked his scrotum, the area around the base of his penis, and the entire horny, hard shaft. What a magnificent member it was. It twitched and swayed in response to me. This helped me to understand what pleased him and which movements particularly stimulated him. Giving pleasure to an unfamiliar phallus is not as easy as one might generally assume. Every dick is as unique as its owner. Every dick has its individual characteristics, just like its owner. They often even look like their owners, in stature, size, and hairstyle.
This dick was so kind and loving to me and very communicative, just like its owner. I almost heard his dick say: "Nylon again at last, how long have I missed this feeling!" I gave his magnificent dick waves of pleasure. Meanwhile, I pulled the stockings over his dick like a condom. I tied the legs of the stockings around the shaft and gently and carefully around the scrotum. Since I knew he wasn't looking for pain and didn't want it, I only pulled lightly. I connected the two ends and saw a male genital completely wrapped in nylon in front of me. So that he could later in life draw pleasure from our experience beyond the memories, I quickly took a few pictures of this special and exciting sight.
Then I rubbed that amazing member with gentle but firm pressure up and down, alternately pressing his glans and his balls. With a loud scream, he came soon after. He ejaculated into the nylon fabric, which I then removed so he could smell and taste the material. I believe I couldn't have given this wonderful man a more beautiful gift in that moment!
Note: Tying off genitals, even lightly, requires a very careful approach and should be practiced beforehand. The well-being and health of the other person always come first! And: Only with mutual consent!
