Nylon Conquest Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Nylon Conquest Ch. 01

... examples of patients burning themselves without even realizing it until they smell their flesh. However, in extremely rare cases, particularly involving the spinal cord, the pathways from the embedded neurons in the skin can be enhanced and sensitized. Your patient appears to be an extreme example even for this phenomenon, which I can only describe as a scientific miracle. I would be honored for the opportunity to study this patient in person."

So no to that. I have no interest in being a test subject for some egghead who wants to get famous studying the remarkable me.

But how can I take advantage of this gift? Is it even a gift? It could be curse. Probably I'll get hurt a lot. I can't imagine what it'll be like if I cut my finger. I may have to wear gloves all the time. Shit.

But surely something good will come of this.

Oh. There's something I haven't mentioned yet. Partly because I'm kinda worried about it. It's not the sort of thing you talk about to just anyone. I haven't even mentioned it to my wife.

Larissa. She is a goddess. 5 foot 11, with a thick black mane hanging in loose curls to her tiny waist. Beautiful jade eyes, high cheekbones and full lips, made for kissing. Her breasts are perfect, full and round (I'm not embarrassed to say those gravity-defying size D's have probably been surgically enhanced. She's not saying, but no woman with 5% body fat can have magnificent breasts like that without a little help).

But her best feature, without a ...

... doubt, is her legs. She has the shapeliest, most gorgeous legs I have ever seen. Long, lean, muscular, and athletic. Thirty-eight inches of legs so sexy and hot they should showcase them in the Smithsonian. She puts ten hours a week in the gym working on those legs and her core. Never underestimate the power of those legs. They've paid for our apartment and a lot more. I worship them. She knows it and she loves that I do. For her birthday, I bought her a mixed case of the highest quality nylons so she'd never have to do without. She wears them eagerly and proudly. I bought her pantyhose in nude and black, dore and brown, seamed and unseamed. I bought her stockings. I found a source for vintage silk stockings too, with elaborately detailed seams and complex heel stitching. She ooohed in delight when she got those. But the most daring thing I got her was so sexy, so transfixing, that I get hard just thinking about it. I was nervous when I gave them to her, but she screamed in delight and stripped off her black holdups and pulled them on without delay. They were oil-shine sheer nude stockings with a red seam up the back. They drew the eye immediately to the greatest pair of legs in the history of humanity. And they're all mine.

The best part is she knows how sexy she is. And she flaunts it. She knows exactly the effect her legs have on men (and women as I've noticed more than a few times). I walked with Larissa into the Campbell Apartment bar at Grand Central just before my ...