The Phone Sex Bar

Have you ever caught yourself looking at a girl’s legs and losing all train of thought? Don’t lie, I know you have. As a woman, I know what my legs can do to you, the shape of my calves, the perfect lines of my feminine legs. I often will cross my legs and toy with my high heels, as I dangle them from my perfectly pedicured toe. Oh, I love to toy with your heart boy, and you really don’t stand a chance against me.

I was getting excited thinking of what my legs will do to you covered in a pair of silky nylons.

So it was, Monday morning, and I was getting ready for work, picking out my outfit. I work a professional job but am a real mistress in bed, and I was feeling the heat. The need to just wrap a boy around my fingers, and make him putty. Normally I would wear pantyhose to the office, maybe a pair of black L’eggs sheer energy, I mean this is a professional office you know, no place for fishnets. But today, the sheer silk of a pair of sexy stockings caught my eye. These girls are gorgeous, and just what I need to lure in some unsuspecting man to be my toy for the night. Black stockings, with a seam down the back, and a cute Cuban heel on them too. Maybe a little racy for the office, but honey, I am horny, and setting the bait to catch you. After all, pantyhose isn’t really made for sex, like a pair of silk stockings. I sit in front of the mirror, and eye my perfect curves, as I roll a pair up my smooth, silky legs. Admiring my French pedicure, as those white tips shine through the luxurious silken mist that these stockings are. They feel amazing, oh I can imagine what you would do to be able to run your hands along my legs in this manner. To get this close to me, to smell me, to feel my thighs. Oh, if my boss only knew what a dominatrix I am under that business skirt suit.

The thought of you being seduced and dominated by my silky stocking covered legs excites me to no end!

My thoughts drift off to tonight’s plans, as I grab my coffee, slip on my heels, and grab the keys to my shiny red sports car. You know, a sports car is to a minivan like stockings are to pantyhose, they both get the job done, but one is oh, oh so much more seductive, (as I bite my lower lip thinking about it). Tonight, tonight you will be MINE, I promise you, call me, call Mistress Kristi!