When choosing out a pair of pantyhose to buy and try out, I usually first see some image of it online likely modeled incredibly well on a beautiful woman. A smooth, silky appearance and lovely shine are what normally grab my attention. So when I saw an image similar to the above with those gorgeous legs I knew I just had to have them right away. Preferably right off of her own legs.
Which then brought me to a search of who made these, easy to find on Google sure enough. They are “Raula” pantyhose from a Polish company called Fiore. Poland isn’t exactly known for their hosiery, usually reserved for that special region in Italy, however this very pair of gorgeous pantyhose is rather easily available for purchase online.
Then my jaw dropped at the price, running between $5 and $8 a pair. Normally a pantyhose fetishist like myself wouldn’t mind paying $50 or so for a premium pair of fine hosiery (hello there Wolford). So, while a bit skeptical of what I’d get, I went ahead and ordered two pairs, one in a “plum” (purplish) shade and the other in “cappuccino.”
I don’t know about you but there are days where the stubble on my legs is a little too long and I need something to hide it. Or maybe it is a bit too cold and I want something warmer for my legs. Usually, though, I like to once in a while look at my legs shine as if they were covered in gold plating.
In my perspective, I equate pantyhose, seen on classy women, as the ultimate garment in making me feel feminine and sexy. Tights, on the other hand, are quite thicker (higher denier), very shiny and are mostly associated with dancers, costumes and as a part of exercise apparel. In other words, they are also sexy and feminine but in a dress-up-in-a-costume sort of way.
It just so happens that, often, I love throwing on that leotard or skimpy police woman set for a little role play. And there is nothing better than to have bright shiny legs being the star of (your own) show. Luckily, I’ve tried out many of the “favorite” brands out there and have come to my own conclusions on what will make your legs look the hottest.
Note that, while Wolford Neon 40 could easily make the list here, it was left out since that was an obvious favorite. That said, here we go in worst to first order…
Not too long ago, I discovered a long lost piece of lingerie from way back, a body shaping slip bought about twenty years ago. Yet ever since that moment of rediscovery and, let’s face it, somewhat sadly reliving my teenage crossdressing days, I’ve become obsessed with this particular piece of lovely lingerie.
Normally, I’m not really into shapewear. More often than not it is just a garment with all kinds of weird tight stretchy panels looking like a bathing suit your grandma once wore proudly. Nothing really sexy to them in my eyes anyway and, therefore, I never really kept up with the trends of shaping.
Yet the trends brought us to the age of Spanx, which really looks similar to those ultra modern swimsuits used in the Olympics. Still not something I’d go for when I want something sexy to throw on with my pantyhose to feel nice and girly (or cheap).
Throwing on that now-vintage Flexees shaping slip, however, changed my whole impression of shapewear for the time being. ZQJNP7XS7MC5
Being a frequent buyer of pantyhose, always looking for that perfect color, shine, silky feel etc, as I go through many trials with new brands. This one was no different. So I decided to try an Italian pantyhose brand, Filodoro Diana 40, so at the very least I would know that the quality would be there.
From the look of the description and then the package before I opened them, they seemed to be everything I was looking for: glossy shine, semi-sheer and available in a suntanish color I like to set my comparisons to. But would it be up to the challenge of satisfying a picky pantyhose fetish?
Initially, well, sort of. They are indeed silky and a little bit snug and definitely comfortable. The shine, however, was something a bit left to be desired by yours truly. I enjoy a lustrous, glossy shine yet these pair, in color Playa (suntan), seemed to have a more dull finish with barely there glossy tones. Negative marks in my book.
Then, I happened to slip them on again but accidentally inside out. Oh what a change it brought!
Usually when I try a new brand of pantyhose, they fall under one of two categories, a complete dud or one to add to my favorites list. In fact, I have quite a collection of dud hosiery that I might have to recycle them as masks for my other job as a stick-up thief at night (joking).
More recently, it has been the Italian brands that have been more suited to my liking. First there was Silvia Grandi and now I can stand up and say that Oroblu has taken a piece of the pantyhose fetish pie with their Magie 40 pantyhose. It is quite remarkable, too, that I came about these by luck. You know, buy it and try it.
I am rather lucky to live out in Europe where pantyhose is all the rage the first time the early fall breeze puts goosebumps on the legs. Not to mention the selection and quality in these parts is outstanding. From my point of view, however, the further you are from Europe (e.g. the good old USA), the selection of crossdresser-quality pantyhose quite frankly goes to shit to the point where I would even ditch my longtime nylon fetish for something else.
I can see where it would be a lot more convenient to drive five minutes to the nearest drug store and pick up that “expensive” store brand that happens to be the two for one special today. Or you may really treat yourself by going to a department store while you get off on the sales clerk wondering if you are actually a crossdresser or tranny while she is wearing an even shittier pair herself.
There is nothing like opening a package and trying on a new brand of pantyhose, like a kid unwrapping a Christmas gift, and eagerly anticipating how sexy your legs will look. Well, actually it is awaiting how nice and silky they feel just before you accidentally come all over them.
Having the pantyhose fetish that I do, so quite the tester, usually about half of the new pairs I try disappoint me. Either the shade turns out quite repulsive or something about them gives away that they are cheaply made, usually a waistband that likes to roll down as if it were afraid of your belly button. Maybe even its aura is off for me, who knows?
Sure, as crossdressers, transvestites or weekend femme-seeking warriors, we like to dress the part and maybe prance around doing that walk that makes our hips shake. I’m willing to bet, however, that most of us haven’t had the pleasure of partaking in another feminine pleasure.
That is, the ever popular vibrator.
Yes, I know it may seem a somewhat odd choice given our anatomy but truth is it can actually be an incredibly pleasurable and addictive experience. I can even tell this to you first hand.
For maybe the past year and a half or so, I’ve been infatuated with a pair of pantyhose in which I couldn’t find out what the brand was or where they could be purchased. I had first noticed these on Bodysheen.com, pantyhose that appear more on the opaque side, impeccably smooth and shiny and would look sooo delicious on me if I can only just get my hands on them.
I was betting that these could even give my favorite Wolford Neon 40 tights a run for title of my absolute favorite.
Then, to my sheer joy, I came across Southernlegs.com which had a model in the exact same pantyhose. I could tell they were the same by the shade and the sandal toe which seems very unique to these. There was even a caption with the brand. Are you ready?
JC Penney Fitness Tights?! Are you kidding me, JC Penney?
I’ve tried on so many brands of pantyhose (I’ll go out on a limb and say more than most women) that it is becoming increasingly difficult to make an impression with me with a new pair I haven’t tried yet. Usually, these new pairs end up in a box designated for the dogs.
But while surfing around and catching up on my (*cough*) news, I occasionally find myself drooling over a pair so elegantly worn that I can’t myself but to impulsively buy a pair or three. I could even have some wild masturbation sessions from the anticipation of receiving that upcoming package in the mail.
For a change, I wasn’t disappointed this time.