Monday, 29 March 2010
Tights Hamper
I bet they all took their tights off when they got home and left them in a little rolled up hamper with the knickers still inside on the bathroom floor.
Sunday, 21 March 2010
LOOKING FOR BLOG AUTHORS
Would you like to be able to post to this blog? I can currently looking for authors to submit articles, experiences and pictures to this site, as little or much as you would like. To be an author of this blog, you must;
- enjoy sniffing ladies tights
- keep your pictures and post on theme
- use the word tights not pantyhose
If anyone would like to help, please message me or drop an email to intights@ymail.com
Thanks - Tights
Are my tights sniffing days over?
To me, sniffing worn/used ladies tights is one of the most harmless of sexual thrills there is. The female seller gets money for tights that may otherwise have been thrown in the bin and the buyer gets a pair of tights with the smell of the ladies vagina and feet that can help the buyer achieve many heightened orgasms, not just from the odour of the tights but from the thrill of waiting and opening the tights. Many times I myself have been hard all morning waiting for the postman to drop them through the door. I have silly and exciting thoughts like, has the postman scanned the contents of the soft package at the depot or worked out what they are just by experience and the feel of the tights through the envelope. I have even had tights posted where the brown envelope has been torn to reveal a peep at the tights through the transparent snappy bag inside.
The next thrill is opening the package on my computer desk and removing the tights from the airtight bag, sometimes I can still see where the ladies feet have stretched the tights out of shape. I have never really been one for stains, with me it's just the odour of the feet especially and then the vagina. I will leave the details of actually sniffing and masturbating using a pair of worn ladies tights for another blog entry. One thrill I have no covered is the sexual thrill of thinking "I should not be doing this", this guilt feeling only heightens my orgasms and adds to the overall tights sniffing experience.
I am afraid my tights sniffing days may be numbered though, which is such a shame. To be frank, dishonestly and greed have spoiled it all. You only have to look on Ebay to see all the men posing as female tights sellers, I bet there is less than 10% genuine tights sellers on Ebay and those that are will send you a new pair or a pair that does not remotely smell of her or anything. I have been sent brand new pairs of tights myself. The seller knows you will never complain or be able to tell anyone who could possibly do something about it because they are advertised as washed or new, so you are getting what the advert says, even though in private mails before hand the seller promises to fulfil your requests in full. I have even had readers of this blog offer me their wife's tights only to be ripped off again. It's the sheer disappointment (pardon the pun) and dishonesty of it all rather than the money lost to be honest.
Over the years I have found a couple of honest genuine ordinary working ladies who have been very nice and sold me some great pairs of 'after work' tights. One of the ladies worked in a bank and the other worked in a supermarket. Over the years I have lost touch with those female friends and have never really found friends like that since. I am still on the lookout for that one genuine female seller but I fear it's all about making money with most people these days, however they can, and not about the fun of it all, friendship and the sexual thrill of the experience.
Thanks for reading this entry, please feel free to comment if you have had similar experiences or a story to tell on the subject.
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Tights | intights@ymail.com
Saturday, 20 March 2010
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
Sunday, 14 March 2010
Sister's Tights (Readers Story)
I can always remmember having a thing for tights and when I was about 14/15 I lived with my Mum and older sister(who is a year older than me). Things were hard for our Mum, she had two jobs were she worked in a shop in the day then at night she would work in a pub, which meant that me and Amy (not her real name) would have to do alot of chores but we did'nt mind because we knew Mum had it tough.
One night Amy was out with her mates and I was doing some laundry when I noticed a pair of Mums tights near the washing machine. I had to pick them up and feel them, they were so soft and sexy( a pair of tan tights ) That I pulled out my cock and masterbated there and then. I cleaned up and felt strange and thought that I was some knid of freak.
The next morning before school Amy came down and asked Mum had she seen her clean skirt and has I looked up there she was in just her school blouse, tie, and black tights. I know it's wrong but I got a hard on has I watched her bend over and see her white knickers through her lovely tights. I knew then that I had to try them tights on.
That night when they where both out I went straight into her room and straight into her laundry basket and there they where on top all rolled up with the knickers still in there. I took them straight back to my room and just started to sniff them round the feet and gusset area and they smelled so good and then I pulled them on and just lay on my bed feeling the sexiest I had ever felt in my life. Then when done would put them back and regret what I had done.
I kept this up for ages each time getting more daring, like one time I put on her whole uniform and walked round the house, or masturbating in her bed, always cleaning up and putting everything back. It was great.
Anyway there I was one night with a pair of her tights and sniffing another pair in her bedroom when she walked in on me...."WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU LITTLE PERVERT"...."GET OUT, GET OUT OF MY ROOM"...I just ran out and into my room. I just lay under the covers in the dark crying. About an hour later she came in my room and seemed to have calmed down a little bit, "wright we need to talk about this" she said "are you gay?". "No" I said "well maybe a bit....but I do like girls as well". "OK I know it's confusing...I like boys and girls myself" she said," But why did you have my tights on?" I replied "I don't know, I just like them, they feel nice and when I ware them I feel nice." Then I begged her not tell anyone and after a while she agreed as long as I bought her all new tights and did her chores for her.
Things got wierd for a while but then she said that if I wanted I could ware round the house as long as it was just us in and anyone come round I had go change. Even after school she would let me massage her feet (as long as she had tights on) Then she would give me her old tights and we would go shopping together on Saturdays. I think she thought of me as the ideal brother from then on as the sister she never had and best friend all in one and the secret we had made us so close.
One night Amy was out with her mates and I was doing some laundry when I noticed a pair of Mums tights near the washing machine. I had to pick them up and feel them, they were so soft and sexy( a pair of tan tights ) That I pulled out my cock and masterbated there and then. I cleaned up and felt strange and thought that I was some knid of freak.
The next morning before school Amy came down and asked Mum had she seen her clean skirt and has I looked up there she was in just her school blouse, tie, and black tights. I know it's wrong but I got a hard on has I watched her bend over and see her white knickers through her lovely tights. I knew then that I had to try them tights on.
That night when they where both out I went straight into her room and straight into her laundry basket and there they where on top all rolled up with the knickers still in there. I took them straight back to my room and just started to sniff them round the feet and gusset area and they smelled so good and then I pulled them on and just lay on my bed feeling the sexiest I had ever felt in my life. Then when done would put them back and regret what I had done.
I kept this up for ages each time getting more daring, like one time I put on her whole uniform and walked round the house, or masturbating in her bed, always cleaning up and putting everything back. It was great.
Anyway there I was one night with a pair of her tights and sniffing another pair in her bedroom when she walked in on me...."WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU LITTLE PERVERT"...."GET OUT, GET OUT OF MY ROOM"...I just ran out and into my room. I just lay under the covers in the dark crying. About an hour later she came in my room and seemed to have calmed down a little bit, "wright we need to talk about this" she said "are you gay?". "No" I said "well maybe a bit....but I do like girls as well". "OK I know it's confusing...I like boys and girls myself" she said," But why did you have my tights on?" I replied "I don't know, I just like them, they feel nice and when I ware them I feel nice." Then I begged her not tell anyone and after a while she agreed as long as I bought her all new tights and did her chores for her.
Things got wierd for a while but then she said that if I wanted I could ware round the house as long as it was just us in and anyone come round I had go change. Even after school she would let me massage her feet (as long as she had tights on) Then she would give me her old tights and we would go shopping together on Saturdays. I think she thought of me as the ideal brother from then on as the sister she never had and best friend all in one and the secret we had made us so close.
Saturday, 13 March 2010
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