I haven’t gotten to finishing my story yet – it’s all written down in notes I took after the said evening and I’ve misplaced my Molskine somewhere…I just can’t remember where !
Evenings have been a bit chilly here in Montreal, although not as cold as they should be. Nevertheless, I still sport my black tights under my pants when it’s a bit too cold for my tastes. I have a great pair of thick black tights I bought some time ago and I usually take them out during this time of the year when this humid skin-pearcing January cold comes around. I hate wearing longjohns because they’re simply too thick and it gets too warm down below – so I’ve opted for tights and haven’t turned back.
There’s also an element of pleasure in this as I always wonder what people would think if they knew what I was wearing…I mean, it has happened on occasion while sitting down or crossing my legs someone would get a glance at the tights, but you would really have to know they’re tights because they actually just look like black socks.
Still, I still kind of close my eyes in the subway and dream of being dragged in a dark corner by a rather dominating woman so she can open my pants and see my nylon covered cock and rub her hands all over it…
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