Wolford Makes a Damn Sexy Stocking Belt

Sheery in a Wolford Stocking Belt

It’s not news that I’m a lover of Wolford, especially my beloved Neon 40. There’s nothing like draping your legs in pure pantyhose perfection, paying a small fortune to do it and then feel like the queen you always dreamed of being. I have six pairs now that get use on those special occasions and make me 100% happy to be a crossdresser.

If you ever looked around the Wolford Boutique, away from the Neon 40 page, though, those perfect models showcasing the Wolford line of luxury lingerie are quick to grab your eye. Personally, I’m left wondering how that 100 EUR bra and 50 EUR panty would look paired with their luxurious hose. Then I default to the 20 EUR Wonderbra and 15 EUR matching thong panty and use the savings on an alcoholic binge.

One particular item caught my eye, however, which was the Satin Deluxe Stocking Belt which was strange because I don’t really have a thing for garter belts or stockings. Sure, I’d be open to wearing them and, of course, they turn me on like they would seeing them on another sexy crossdresser. I just don’t currently have stockings or a garter belt and haven’t tried one on since I was maybe eighteen years old. Nope, take that back, I do have those black stockings from when I was eighteen. How time flies…

So what the fuck, I got the belt and some stockings to match. Since I’m a lover of suntan pantyhose, I got the belt in a more flesh tone color, cosmetic, and managed to score some Wolford Neon hold-up stockings in a suntan color (Gobi). Note that instead of the Wolford Boutique, I purchased the stocking belt on eBay, where I found a much better price. The stockings were a different story, however, since they were discontinued. You only live once though, right?

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Daring to Date Another Crossdresser

Sheery in Elly 40 pantyhose and a teddy

It’s not news that I have constant fantasies of other crossdressers (or anyone of the “T” variety really) who like to doll themselves up in silky pantyhose and later make a meal out of me. I can’t think of a way to feel more womanly that to be violated on both ends then swallowing that hot creamed oyster for dessert. Being a woman is the name of the crossdresser game when all is said and done, right?

Yet I never cease to wonder after such a passionate sexual encounter, what kind of emotional attachment would result. Mutual kissing, sucking, sex or even just rubbing my pantyhosed toes down a CD lover’s smooth nyloned legs results in an intimacy that I would believe difficult to leave behind after a single fling. Add to that the fact that we as humans are drawn to pleasure and we’ll seek it where we know we can get it. If a fling turned out that lusty sex of my dreams, I sure as hell would want more.

Ok, so maybe in the past I haven’t had quite the sexy fantasy-in-lace experience I had hoped for. It was more of a man-in-tights going at it with the experienced transvestite and, no, I wasn’t the transvestite. I have to chalk that up to lack of experience, much like the first time having sex with that genetic girl. I guess you can say that the cock/rear access complicated things a bit since I had been used to a vagina in all the years prior.

Then there is that fucking label. Am I bisexual now? Oh shit, I can’t say I’m hetero any longer. What’s a queer little crossdresser to do?

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Oh Mrs. Rainwater, Where Art Thou?

Sheery the Crossdresser

Dear Mrs. Rainwater,

I’ve always been very curious when recalling my path leading up to becoming a crossdresser (and likely a future transvestite roaming the streets). It all seems to trace back to you as my teacher in my very first year of school when I was just five years old at the time. Actually those memories of you are still quite vivid in my mind.

I remember you would always wear those blue tights with sandals that would let those glorious hosed feet show. On those days, I would obsess over those gorgeous blue legs adding to the innocent boyhood crush I had on you. Of course, how could I forget, there was that one day where you lined up me and all of the other students and gave each one of us a big kiss on the cheek in appreciation of having us as students.

I’m sure you’re aware that doing that today would send you right to jail. However, I took it for what you intended it to be: reaffirming that crush I had on you was the real thing, even though I was five.

Since then, I wanted to be just like you, starting with the tights.

I became so obsessed with tights, that is, starting with the pairs I stole from my sister, who was catching on to my love for them. Then one day, I scrounged up my allowance money to buy my own pair of L’Eggs Sheer Energy pantyhose in an off-black color. My very own shiny, sensual, nylon-covered legs gave me such a thrill, almost as much as that smooch you laid on me years before.

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I’m a Bit Tied Up Now, Sweetie, Maybe Later, Part V

Nothing on but pantyhose and heels

Part IV: Wish Fulfillment

Part III: Reality

Part II: Happier Hour

Part I: Happy Hour

Part V: Acquired Tastes

Jim and Dave were each admiring to themselves the beauty that was before them. Yet they had no idea that underneath that well dolled-up woman named Carla, standing in front of them, was a crossdresser forced by his own wife to act out his fetish in pantyhose, lingerie and a sexy dress and heels. And now in front of other people or, better yet, men who Carla could tell were ogling her with their eyes.

Yet, despite the terrorizing fear she had of being outed, not only by Amy, she was almost equally excited bathed in the silky tightness of her lingerie, hearing her pantyhose rustle and knowing full well that she achieved the status of a passable woman.

After handing Carla, Jim and Dave their screwdrivers, Amy returned to the kitchen and prepared the dinner. Meanwhile, the other three began sipping their screwdrivers and their chit-chat. Carla continued in her feminine voice as before since it had done her well up to this point.

“So, what do you do Carla?” Dave asked.

“I’m a stylist,” she replied, obviously a lie.

The conversation continued with the usual boring get-to-know dribble when Amy came out from the kitchen and pulled Carla back into it, tugging on her dress.

“You’re going to do exactly as I tell you from now on,” Amy whispered angrily to Carla. “If not, I tell everyone at your job, your family, EVERYONE about your little girly crossdressing side,” she continued, pushing Carla back toward the dining area.

“Ok,” was all that Carla could mutter.

“Oh, and I won’t skip the the part about those tranny sluts Chelsea and Jenna,” Amy added as Carla was leaving the kitchen.

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Top Ten Reasons I’m Feeling More Like a Woman These Days

Satin Teddy and Wolford Pantyhose

I’d have to say that between today and five years ago, I’ve grown quite a bit as a woman (OK, a wannabe but still). Boys are calling me (albeit feminized ones), I wear a bra around all the time and I do things like shave my legs and put makeup on routinely… like a chore. You know what though? I get my kicks out of feeling like and being a (wannabe) woman and here are my top ten reasons why.

Not that I need them of course. Bitch.

10. I seem to be enjoying pruning the hedges more.

9. 5 o’ clock shadow refers now to legs these days…

8. Which, coincidentally, is also referred to “black pantyhose day.”

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I’m a Bit Tied Up Now, Sweetie, Maybe Later, Part IV

Pantyhose and heels in bed

Part III: Reality

Part II: Happier Hour

Part I: Happy Hour

Part IV: Wish Fulfillment

Carl returned home from work, and a quick drink with his crossdressing “mistresses” as well, to find a note left by Amy saying she was leaving their daughter, Amanda, with their babysitter. “Hmm, this is odd” he thought, “Is she planning something for us tonight?”

In the meantime, he just couldn’t stop thinking about Chelsea and Jenna and their sexy three-way romp the previous night. The thought turned him on so much, in fact, he wondered if he could slip into his favorite lace teddy and Wolford pantyhose hidden away in the trunk of his car and wank one out before Amy returned. Without giving a second thought, he ran back to the garage, retrieved his ladies wear and ran into the bathroom, slipping on the teddy and pantyhose, and reliving every memory of that night with her greased up hand.

Yet before she was just about to erupt into orgasm, she heard the front door open and close. Quickly, she slipped out of her lingerie and pantyhose, hiding them under a towel,  turned on the shower and got in. Carl didn’t bother to blow his juicy wad, opting instead to finishing his usual post-work shower and greet Amy afterwards.

Little did he know, however, what Amy was up to already being in the know about his affair. Initially, she was extremely shocked at the fact that it was with, what she considered, sex with two gay, crossdressing men. Yet, despite several moments of rage, she had quickly come to terms with Carla’s secret lingerie and pantyhose fetish and the deep desires that came with it.

And Carla was about to be on the receiving end of those terms.

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Platino Knows What I Love in Lingerie

Platno Tana Bodysuit with CdR Rubino Pantyhose

I absolutely love wearing lingerie with my pantyhose yet, somehow, I usually end up buying way more pantyhose than lingerie. Chalk it up to my lingering pantyhose fetish but that’s just how it is. So when I do make a girly unmentionables purchase, it’s usually something special that I need to slip on my body right this second.

Naturally, I was surfing around for pantyhose on the Shapings website and came (literally) across something so simply sexy that I had to try it, the Platino Tana Bodysuit. And I mean simple, as in no lacy trim or shiny satin or embellishments of any kind. It’s just a regular bodysuit in a thong cut and in a brown color at that. Yet it turned out to be one of my sexiest pieces of lingerie that I now absolutely adore.

I’m already very familiar with Platino pantyhose and, given that those are a favorite of mine, it wasn’t a hard decision to give the Tana bodysuit a try. This is despite the fact that there really wasn’t even a clear image of what it was, only a picture of the packaging on the website. However, when I ripped into that little pantyhose-style package and hurried to slip into this, I was not let down at all.

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I’m a Bit Tied Up Now, Sweetie, Maybe Later, Part III

Black Pantyhose in Bed

Part II: Happier Hour

Part I: Happy Hour

Part III: Reality

The excitement of Carla’s trist with Chelsea and Jenna began to fade as Carla realized it was already late into the evening and she needed to get home. Carla slipped out of her lingerie and crotch ripped pantyhose and changed back into his suit and tie. He then went into the bathroom, grabbed a washrag and scrubbed every last bit of makeup off of his face thinking of excuses he could tell his wife Amy for his tardiness without even a phone call.

“Let’s do this again,” a cleaned-up Carl said to the two satisfied crossdressers and still high from their foray with Carla.

“Anytime,” Jenna responded as she and Chelsea walked him out the door along with giving a peck on the cheek, which Carl quickly wiped away.

Carl walked back to the garage just a few blocks away, got into his car and into a panic. “Let’s see, we had a crisis at the bank and an emergency meeting that lasted hours,” he thought to himself as the excuse he was going to tell his wife. “Yep, I’ll stick with that.”

He arrived home to a visibly angry Amy as he walked through the door.

“Where the hell have you been? I was worried sick!” Amy said. “You don’t even answer your phone?”

Carl, realizing he left his cell phone at the office, was at a loss. “I’m so sorry dear.”

He proceed to tell his lie about how he had spent the last few hours, obviously omitting the details about the romp in his lingerie and pantyhose with two crossdresser he had just met at that time. Amy listened, appearing to believe every word, but really knew Carl well enough to tell the signs of when he lied.

“Well, OK, next time call though please,” Amy responded with a noticeable change in tone from anger to sympathy. Carl believed his story had worked and was off the hook but, little did he know, Amy was on to his scent. Quite literally, too, as she could smell traces of perfume on him, yet she didn’t say a word. Instead, she would be doing a little detective work on her own.

The very next day, Carl left for work, business as usual. Amy, however, had her own plan to leave their daughter, Sara, with their neighbor for a couple hours, then see what Carl was really up to after work. As the hour where Carl left approached, Amy positioned herself, parked in her car, and with a clear view of the entrance of his bank.

Like clockwork, Carl exited and made his was up the block towards the garage. Amy got out of the car and followed closely on foot but out of his view. By coincidence, and perhaps bad luck, Jenna and Chelsea just happened to be along the way in Carl’s walk to the garage.

“Hello darling,” Jenna said to Carl, who gives each a warm kiss on the cheek. The sight of the two in their skin-tight dresses, sexy shiny pantyhose and stilettos gave him chills of excitement just like the previous day.

“Shall we have a quick drink?” Carl asked the two pointing to the patio bar just in front of them. “Oh, I mean screwdriver,” he added flirtatiously. Chelsea and Jenna took him up on the offer. Amy, heart dropped to the floor, stood in a hidden spot across the street and looked on.

As the three seated themselves and ordered a round of screwdrivers, Carl couldn’t help but to slide his hands, caressing the pantyhose on the legs of Chelsea and Jenna who were to either side of him. Jenna instinctively reached down his pants and discovered he had on a pair of Wolford Neon pantyhose as she playfully pulled the waistband up and out of his pants.

“You naught girl you,” Jenna said the Carl, still with a grip on the waistband.

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Are Krystelle 30 Seamless Pantyhose The Next Wolford Fatal Neon?

Sheery wearing Krystelle 30 Seamless pantyhose

As you may know, I’ve been dying to try the Krystelle Seamless 30 pantyhose as soon as I saw them on the Shapings website. Well, I sprung for a pair for 40 CAD (about 32 USD) in the “tea” shade and finally got them in the mail. Since I’m a total virgin to the seamless pantyhose style, I just could not wait to slip my just-shaved legs into these beauties which, of course, I did without hesitation.

The first thing I noticed after slowly sliding these up my right thigh is that they don’t have the typical slippery “spandex” feel normally found on shiny pantyhose, not to mention, something I highly covet in legwear. The Krystelle 30, instead, has a microfiber composite that can best described as a matte feel with a bit of shine on it. Though I prefer the spandex feel and shine, I wouldn’t call it a knock on these since it is a high-quality material after all. There is sufficient shine but it just isn’t at the level of, say, the Wolford Neon or it’s sexier cousin, the Wolford Fatal Neon.

Left leg all hosed up, time to pull them up to my waist and, WHOA, they are very low-rise! With some easing, I could get the waistband just barely to my navel, having to do a pantyhose wedgy on my butt in the process but you know what? It’s something I actually liked about the Krystelle 30. I could remember those pictures of old Fatal Neon packages with those tights perfectly wedged up the ass of those models giving an almost painted on look. The Krystelle 30 replicated that perfectly.

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I’m a Bit Tied Up Now, Sweetie, Maybe Later, Part II

Pantyhose in Bed

Part I: Happy Hour

Part II: Happier Hour

“Don’t you look delicious,” Chelsea whispered to Carla, who just exited the bathroom.

“Oh really?” responded Carla, bashfully.

Jenna walked over from the kitchen with a stiffly made screwdriver in each hand and handed one to the both. She then took a quick glance at the sexy bra, panty and pantyhose ladened Carla and gave her a flirty nod of approval before returning to the kitchen for her own drink.

Meanwhile, Chelsea sat herself down comfortably on the sofa and motioned for Carla to join her, who did not hesitate to take a seat right next to her. Chelsea then began to caress the Wolford pantyhose covering Carla’s thigh.

“So you obviously like dressing up. What else do you like?” Chelsea asked with a grin then taking a large gulp of her screwdriver.

Jenna, meanwhile, sat herself on the other side of Carla and ran her hand through her wig, just to let her know she was there and also awaiting the response to Chelsea’s question.

“Well, for starters…,” Carla said beginning her lifelong story of the extreme lingerie and pantyhose fetishes and all the fantasies she had in them. She rambled on and on, nearly killing the sensual mood between the three. Luckily, the screwdrivers were keeping Chelsea and Jenna afloat, but just barely. That was until Carla got to the part about her fantasy being pantyhose bound and raped.

Chelsea’s and Jenna’s faces lit up.

“Well, we happen to like that too dear,” said Jenna, who got up clutching Carla’s hand and lightly pulling her towards her and Chelsea’s bedroom. Chelsea got up and followed them into the bedroom, drink in hand.

“Lie down on the bed,” said Jenna, to which Carla happily obliged.

Jenna then went to a drawer pulling out several pairs of worn pantyhose. Chelsea put her drink down, kicked off her stiletto heels then slipped out of her black minidress revealing a stylish black camisole, thong panties and, of course, her own natural shade of Wolford pantyhose underneath. She then grabbed a pair of the worn hose from Jenna and began tying up Carla’s legs wrapping them tight.

Chelsea took another pair of the hose and tied up Carla’s wrists behind her, then stuffed the last pair entirely into her mouth.

“Oh look, isn’t she so cute,” Jenna said to Chelsea with a wink. Carla was enjoying every moment letting out a girly whimper to communicate her joyously bound predicament. Jenna then slipped out of her own heels and dress revealing a more slutty blue shelf bra, exposing her “breasts,” a matching thong and the seemingly required pantyhose, her brand being Pierre Mantoux.

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