Fishnet Stocking Fetish ~ A Very Special Valentine Treat ♕

Valentine’s Day is here, and it’s the perfect time to explore my fishnet stocking fetish!

When I woke up this morning, I expected today to be like any other day. Unfortunately, my boyfriend had to go to work on the most romantic of all holidays. It’s quite a bummer when you work in the medical field, but what can you do. He’s always so incredibly sweet to me, though. I know he’ll at least have some chocolates or flowers for me when he comes home and we can enjoy each other’s company with a movie. I’m optimistic we’ll end the night in each other’s arms and hopefully with his cock buried deep in my pussy. I know he said he had something for me that would indulge my fishnet stocking fetish soon, though I’m sure I’ll have to wait for tomorrow.

As I walk through the dark house, I see that it’s lit with some candles along the way. The smell of roses and lavender coming from them makes me sigh in bliss—my two favorite scents. When I get to the top of the stairs, I notice a trail of rose petals leading down them and into the living room. A smile plays at my lips as I follow them through the archway leading into the dining room. When I arrive, I see a box on the table, surrounded by more petals, a bouquet, a box of chocolates, and a stuffed animal of a little lion with a heart stitched in its mane. There’s a note in the front, “Fill yourself with pleasure until I get home, my love. At least until I can make you roar with pleasure… XOXO.”

I hope whatever is in that box gives me something new for my fishnet stocking fetish.

Of course, the first thing I do after I read the card is open up the box of chocolates. I lick my lips, hoping to find my favorite first. I pull out a piece that looks darker than the rest and put it to my lips. Then I take a slow bite, savoring the dark chocolate taste and the creamy coconut inside. Perfect. I moan out at the taste, already feeling excited for my Day. After I finish the piece, I pick up the flowers and smell them and fuck do they smell amazing. I place them in a vase and display them in the middle of the table before turning my attention to the most important thing of all. I open the pink box, slipping the red ribbon off with ease. Inside I find the piece to my fishnet stocking fetish dreams!

There is a gorgeous black lave lingerie dress. Corsetted up, the waist barely covers the tits, and the part that does is so see-through it wouldn’t matter. The skirt flares out in ruffled lace with a sweet grey swirly trim at its base. It’s so short it would cover about half of my ass. I notice the garter hookups on the piece and can’t help but jump in glee like a child. Underneath, he hid the ultimate prize; those sexy fishnet stockings. The top trim lace on them matches the bottom lace of the lingerie.

There’s no time to waste! I have to try them on!

I don’t waste time rushing back upstairs. Entering the living room, I don’t bother with the blinds as I remove my robe and slide it off my naked skin. It falls to the floor, and I’m left naked, standing with the blinds wide open. I grab the soft fabric of the lingerie and slide it on over my tits. My nipples become hard as the lace brushes over them. I slowly slide the rest over my stomach, my pussy getting wetter with the fabric turning me on. Then I let it lay over my pussy and ass as I prepare for the final piece. I let out a breath, knowing what’s coming next. My fishnet stocking fetish is sure to make me cum.

I make sure the garter attachments are in place before picking up the left fishnet. Then I sit down on the edge of the coffee table and start to roll the stocking up my foot. It tickles a little, and the feeling makes me shiver. Especially as I roll it up over my ankle and calf. When I get to the back of my knee, my pussy is dripping to my thighs. I finally get it rolled up to my thigh and clasp it in place without cumming too quick. Then repeat the process with the other. When I roll the right one up to my thigh, I can’t help myself. My fishnet stocking fetish makes me cum so hard I drench the whole table.

The door opens, and in walks my boyfriend home early from work.

He catches me mid-orgasm as he walks into the living room. Arms crossed on his chest, the orgasm relentless and not stopping, his smirk telling me he has more planned. He pushes me back on the table and pulls his pants off. “You ready for me to make you roar, Baby?” He asks before plunging his cock deep in my wet pussy and making me scream!

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