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Watch the Film Sitting on my grey chair looking into my mirror, I am alone, but not in my thoughts. I allow my hands to caress my skin and awaken my yearning as he would, my fingers trail across my body, my mind arouses all my senses and I yearn to feel that pleasure again.

I think of nothing else as my clit starts to pulse and ache, a feeling combined with my lips, which moisten as they swell and bulge with pleasure. This is my naughty, dirty solo, my female masturbation story and the pleasure is all mine.

Is it right that I feel so aroused that I tare at my clothes to touch and feel my body. But I have never enjoyed such intense pleasure on my own, as I did that morning. Such a toxic combination of memories, lust and physical sensation, I let go of what seemed right, and allowed my indulgence to wash all over my body with such a strong sexual urge. I begin stretching the fine mesh of fabric over my delicate fingers before inserting each foot carefully in, allowing my toe, foot and thereafter my leg to ease themself into the structure of my fragile hosiery.

Fine, sheer, they fall and cling instantly onto my body, bringing shape and smoothness to my long limbs. Ah, I admit my legs do look good in them, I love to feel the texture on my skin and see the effect they give me.

Running my hand and fingertips up the length of my leg, I feel the silky softness and take pleasure in the feeling. As I stroke and adjust my tights, I stand and bend before the mirror, squatting up and down, easing and adjusting more leg into the delicate fibres, drawing and stroking delicately up and down my leg until the effect is concluded, my tights perfectly in place. As I do watch myself, my mind has a naughty giggle as the realisation of my lack of underwear allows me to feel my delicate skin pressed up against my tights.

My hand lingers a little longer over my pussy as I enjoy the sensation, the texture rubbing against me too satisfying as I sit and allow the sensual opportunity to be such a pleasure. Without hesitating I instantly think of him, as my hand slips into my tights.

How his hand will touch me, how he knows just where I would burn with pleasure, my feeling swells as I start to twitch with increased desire. I allow my touch to focus clearly on my clit.

Ah the agony, the sweet pleasure, as I rub and finger my pussy, feeling the dampness start to build on my fingers. My mind all the time thinking of him and how he enjoys me. Hmm this self-indulgence is all for me, hearing the song in my head just plays with my fantasy, of being touched again and cumming so hard on his fingers that my juices ran down his hands.

As the sound bounces in my head, my mind frolics, my senses all tingle and come together so gloriously. My hand continues but struggles to keep up with my need. Without thinking, my reaction is just to rip at my tights, I want them away from my burning clit, I wanted to feel free to explore and savage my hungry pussy. I need more, want so much more. He will give me so much more I know when I meet him again.

With my tights ripped away I can explore and continue my desire. His hand would slip in there too and seek my nipple to make me moan. Just as I thought of that time, my hand reaches for my nipple, pulling and tweaking as my pussy aches with its sort after pleasure. I carry on sliding and pressing my fingers along my wet slit, every so often letting them penetrate inside me. My mind continues to pick up my play and lets me imagine him here, in me, taking me fully as he does, deeper and deeper consuming all I have, his fucking is relentless but it pushes me into a place of delicious, sweet, erotic desire.

More and more I play and tease until it starts. The full, sheer ecstasy of feeling works its magic and I continue as long as I can, struggling to keep my hand in place while I see how long it can last.

Taking no more I relax and withdraw my naughty influence and my body calms but still can feel some of the pleasure I just received. I sit for a moment, pulling my mind back into order.

Adjust my green button dress, but feel now is not the time to remove my beautiful hidden ripped hosiery.

With my dress brushed down, what is seen looks perfect and delicate, who would know anyway what lurked further beneath my dress, but me and my naughty little desire. As I consider these thoughts I decide that I would leave well alone but let him know as we sit down at our lunch in a few hours time just what I had been doing before I met him, and let him discover the ripped tights I hide underneath.

Maybe I might find myself enjoying feeling his fingers expose my wanton lips again.

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Watch the Film Sitting on my grey chair looking into my mirror, I am alone, but not in my thoughts. I allow my hands to caress my skin and awaken my yearning as he would, my fingers trail across my body, my mind arouses all my senses and I yearn to feel that pleasure again. I think of nothing else as my clit starts to pulse and ache, a feeling combined with my lips, which moisten as they swell and bulge with pleasure.

This is my naughty, dirty solo, my female masturbation story and the pleasure is all mine. Is it right that I feel so aroused that I tare at my clothes to touch and feel my body. But I have never enjoyed such intense pleasure on my own, as I did that morning. Such a toxic combination of memories, lust and physical sensation, I let go of what seemed right, and allowed my indulgence to wash all over my body with such a strong sexual urge.

I begin stretching the fine mesh of fabric over my delicate fingers before inserting each foot carefully in, allowing my toe, foot and thereafter my leg to ease themself into the structure of my fragile hosiery. Fine, sheer, they fall and cling instantly onto my body, bringing shape and smoothness to my long limbs. Ah, I admit my legs do look good in them, I love to feel the texture on my skin and see the effect they give me.

Running my hand and fingertips up the length of my leg, I feel the silky softness and take pleasure in the feeling. As I stroke and adjust my tights, I stand and bend before the mirror, squatting up and down, easing and adjusting more leg into the delicate fibres, drawing and stroking delicately up and down my leg until the effect is concluded, my tights perfectly in place.

As I do watch myself, my mind has a naughty giggle as the realisation of my lack of underwear allows me to feel my delicate skin pressed up against my tights. My hand lingers a little longer over my pussy as I enjoy the sensation, the texture rubbing against me too satisfying as I sit and allow the sensual opportunity to be such a pleasure.

Without hesitating I instantly think of him, as my hand slips into my tights. How his hand will touch me, how he knows just where I would burn with pleasure, my feeling swells as I start to twitch with increased desire. I allow my touch to focus clearly on my clit. Ah the agony, the sweet pleasure, as I rub and finger my pussy, feeling the dampness start to build on my fingers.

My mind all the time thinking of him and how he enjoys me. Hmm this self-indulgence is all for me, hearing the song in my head just plays with my fantasy, of being touched again and cumming so hard on his fingers that my juices ran down his hands. As the sound bounces in my head, my mind frolics, my senses all tingle and come together so gloriously. My hand continues but struggles to keep up with my need. Without thinking, my reaction is just to rip at my tights, I want them away from my burning clit, I wanted to feel free to explore and savage my hungry pussy.

I need more, want so much more. He will give me so much more I know when I meet him again. With my tights ripped away I can explore and continue my desire. His hand would slip in there too and seek my nipple to make me moan. Just as I thought of that time, my hand reaches for my nipple, pulling and tweaking as my pussy aches with its sort after pleasure.

I carry on sliding and pressing my fingers along my wet slit, every so often letting them penetrate inside me. My mind continues to pick up my play and lets me imagine him here, in me, taking me fully as he does, deeper and deeper consuming all I have, his fucking is relentless but it pushes me into a place of delicious, sweet, erotic desire. More and more I play and tease until it starts. The full, sheer ecstasy of feeling works its magic and I continue as long as I can, struggling to keep my hand in place while I see how long it can last.

Taking no more I relax and withdraw my naughty influence and my body calms but still can feel some of the pleasure I just received. I sit for a moment, pulling my mind back into order. Adjust my green button dress, but feel now is not the time to remove my beautiful hidden ripped hosiery. With my dress brushed down, what is seen looks perfect and delicate, who would know anyway what lurked further beneath my dress, but me and my naughty little desire.

As I consider these thoughts I decide that I would leave well alone but let him know as we sit down at our lunch in a few hours time just what I had been doing before I met him, and let him discover the ripped tights I hide underneath. Maybe I might find myself enjoying feeling his fingers expose my wanton lips again.

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  1. My mind all the time thinking of him and how he enjoys me. Hmm this self-indulgence is all for me, hearing the song in my head just plays with my fantasy, of being touched again and cumming so hard on his fingers that my juices ran down his hands.

  2. Taking no more I relax and withdraw my naughty influence and my body calms but still can feel some of the pleasure I just received.

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