AMY

I walked into the room slowly, feeling the soft embrace of my tights with every step. The fabric hugged my legs just right, making me move with a little more confidence than usual. I liked the way the warm light touched the sheer material, making my silhouette look smoother, softer.

I sat down on the edge of the chair and crossed my legs, letting the motion linger. The nylon stretched gently over my skin, and I felt a quiet thrill knowing how it looked. I slid my fingers under the hem of my skirt for a moment, adjusting the band of my pantyhose, feeling the delicate texture glide beneath my touch.