Stockings or Skin?

Stockings or Skin?

Times like this made cramming into a downtown Manhattan pub on a Saturday night worthwhile. Johnny Aklin took a long pull on his cigarette and arched in his chair to get a better look. Sleek, strong, and of course they went on for miles, he observed when they strutted through the door balanced elegantly on three-inch fire engine-red stilettos. Christ, a man could lose himself in legs like those.

Beyond the screaming guitar from the sound system and the laughter that boomed with a crowd of two-twenty he imagined the click of those heels against the golden oak hardwood as they made their way from the entrance to the single empty stool at the bar.

Smooth. Those legs were smooth.

He imagined his lips coasting up them from delicate ankle to slender inner thigh. Then they crossed themselves in that slow, tantalizing, brutally erotic look at me fashion. His blood caught flames and he reached for his glass. Certainly, those legs were made for his hands. He let the scotch roll over his tongue before he swallowed then yanked his tie loose and wondered…stockings or skin?

As an author of erotic romance, I’m highly interested in what appeals to the opposite sex. It’s always been up for debate. It could take place around the poker table, at a boy’s night out at the local pub after a baseball game or silently in the mind of your lover while he watches you in evening ritual stroking apricot lotion from ankle to hip. There’s no getting around it ladies, men will forever love legs. We’ve already established this but does your man have a preference on Stockings vs Skin?

Mine has a weakness for garter-belts—as most men probably do. On several occasions, I’ve heard him complain that the invention of the full pantyhose has made the use for garters obsolete when in the past with the thigh-high stockings they were absolute necessity. So for him, he would choose thigh-highs over skin but skin over full hose. He’s a complex character, isn’t he?

Personally, I love stockings of all kind. From the moment the nylon touches my toes, slides up my calf and hugs my thighs, I feel empowered, sexy and ready to take on the world. It could be I’m heading out for a night on the town, a romantic dinner or I’m just scooting over to the mall in need of new skirts to join my already immense wardrobe. Regardless of where I am or what I’m doing, when I’m in a pair of stockings I feel damn good about myself.

How about you, do you have a preference? Is there a reason you would choose one over the other?

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