All men have a weakness. Something that just gets right under their skin and turns then into panting little puppy. Yours happens to be pantyhose. A lovely, tan pair of silky nylons make you feel submissive, compliant and weak. Oh, and look; I happen to be wearing some now! I’m going to make u sniff, lick and kiss every inch of my pantyhose. You will breath in my scent. You will taste me on the fabric. You’ll admire and worship every last bit of my nylons until you’re nothing but a sad little pile of boy goo on the floor. Then I’ll have you right where I want you…