The Surrender to Femininity

Gathering that first stocking up in my hand, feeling the lush fabric, the sensuous nylon brush against my fingers was so calming, so relaxing that one could if laid flat almost drift into a peace, serene slumber. It never fails to amaze me how the buzz of my feminine character always responds, how my mind and body just slips so easily into the desired wish, nothing has changed from been a kid of six, who nervously went about hiding away to dress, the same delectable sensations still exist, the only difference is the urges and desire have grown stronger these days.

Sat upon the bed's edge, I slip my foot into the welcoming domain of nylon jaws, feeling the material encompass and mould itself to my shape, its soft seductive charms grow as slowly, it is inched up, embracing flesh that is hungry to feel its wanton magic. So the first leg is fully embraced, the second has begun my lower body is vibrant, my mind enthralled, relaxation comes over me in waves of pure delight, every muscle in my body loosens and aches just float away.

I cannot do it justice, to explain how it makes me feel, to let the true me expand and release, to be free from the narrow mindedness of those that do not understand or don't want to. It awakes emotions within me that are deep and profound, brings forth the craving, want and desire to exist in this form for the rest of my natural life. The suspender belt sits snugly around my waist, the clasps are drawn taut and hold the stockings firmly, seductively in place. For a moment I just stand there, a smile on my face, and glimmer of delight in my eye, this is me, the true me coming out and I adore it so much.

Dressed in tanned, glimmering stockings, matching suspender belt and white fine lace/satin panties, I soak up the bliss of that moment, knowing there is more to come, the trapped female within me is yearning for release and in truth, I want her released. I slip into a black pencil skirt, feeling it brush my nylon clad legs as it ascend, a caressing hand of loving devotion perhaps is how my mind sees it, or how I wish it was. The air of confidence that my body feels is astronomical, from head to toe, I feel as though finally I'm sinking into the creation that not only I want to be but the creation that I should have been.