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 [more]
