My resolute admiration of femininity begins with fully fashioned (or at the very least RHT) nylons, flimsy panties and stilettos. My ideal Literotica lady offers a veneer of respectability, bolstered by just enough feeble resistance to be amusing, which then collapses to reveal the tart beneath. She might be a regular churchgoer but the heels are too high, the necklines too low and the makeup too heavy. And the sound of those heels tapping and nyloned thighs rubbing together as she trots down the aisle ... love it. And thanks to my fellow sufferers for providing such. I shall contribute, but it might take a while. Meanwhile, thanks to one and all, and particularly the architects of Literotica for making so much possible.
Location
Above the Indian Ocean