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The Female Leg,
I am not going to give you a lesson in anatomy here. That is not
the object of my website pages. But I will try and describe the
female legs the way I have always been looking at them with my
own eyes.
Those of you who have read the first chapter of my book "Nylon
Anthology #1" already know how my own interest in women's
legs began at about age six. My habit of playing under the family
dining room and kitchen table had me physically close to my mother's,
my aunts' and all other female friend's legs and feet.
Also having been born in the mid forties I had the privilege to
see women in nylon stockings and high heel shoes almost every
day! In those days women very rarely spent their daytime in bare
legs. They all put on stockings in the morning and wore them until
they were ready to go to bed at night. The shoes my mother wore
were also very sexy, even those she was comfortable to wear on
a daily basis.
All women's shoes in those days had a fairly high heel to them.
I specifically remember a pair of sling backs with a wedge heel
than my mom wore almost constantly. Except during her meals, that
is… As when she was sitting down at the table, the sling
would inevitably slip from her heels and her nylon toes would
slowly escape from the open toe vamp and slide along the insoles
until her highly arched feet would stay there, resting down over
the rear part of the insoles, right on top of the heel part, pushing
the sling past the edge of the heel and remain caught behind the
back of the shoe. Then she would often sink her feet back inside
the soft suede uppers and wear those wedges as mules for a while,
not having to endure the thin strap behind her Achilles' tendons.
Crossing a leg, I would spend hours watching this repetitive and
automatic habit my mom had: she would let the shoe slowly escape
from her foot while balancing her crossed leg forward. On the
slippery nylon the shoe would easily slip off, for the lowered
back strap behind the back of the shoe had become useless in its
role of holding the wedge in place. I was fascinated by the fact
that mom rarely lost her shoe! She would quickly curl the toes
and pull her foot up by just rotating her slim ankle to prevent
the escaping wedge heel from falling to the floor… 
The balancing shoe would be held there precariously for a long
moment, the top edge of the leather vamp caught between her bigger
and the second toe, but at the very tip since the taught reinforced
nylon tip would prevent it from sinking into the crack between
those digits. Then slowly rotating her ankle sideways, mom would
make the shoe turn over her second toe while just the tip of the
big toenail actually had a grip from under the edge of the vamp…
Gravity pulled the shoe down while her slim foot took an angle
that permitted her toes to finally skip back in and fit snugly
inside their leather prison. And she would start all over again…to
my greatest amazement and satisfaction!
I examined the toes, with their red or sometimes pink paint on
the nails, barely visible through the thicker and darker tips
of the reinforced nylons. I also found that the curves her foot
made while she was holding the heel from her curled toes was totally
amazing! Under the big toe, the line emerged and went around the
ball of her delicate foot, then sank under her very high arches
before coming back out again and trace an almost perfect circle
arc around her very fleshy heels. I often cupped those heels in
my little hands, slipping my palms under the silky and warm nylon,
until my fingers reached my mother's toes and made the shoes fall
of completely off her feet and fall into my lap. Then I would
give her a great foot massage that she truly enjoyed. Her occasional
moaning and humming signaled her satisfaction, which pleased me
much.
My eyes feasted on the dark nylon, moving up from the slim ankle
and the protruding bones on each side, to the lower leg itself
that showed part of her athletic calf pushing at the stocking
towards the inside of her legs. Just as my eyes reached the knee
caps I would then begin to get very curious, wanting to look at
how those wonderfully soft and silky stockings were held up taught
like that. I would subtly pull one leg up until her foot was at
eye level and admire her tip toes from underneath as my thumbs
would push under the ball of her foot and make her little digits
fan and stretch the nylon reinforcement.
On Sundays and other holidays or special events, my mother and
all other women invited would then be wearing their really high
stiletto heels for such an occasion. My mom found my hands to
bring such a relief to her tired feet on such days, that she would
push her pelvis forward and extend her leg fully for me to reach
up her ankle and also massage her calves. This would inevitably
make her skirt rise way up, sometimes above the stocking welts
that would come into view and let me admire her strong muscular
thighs underneath the nylon.
Holding her leg in the air for me to caress its lower extremity,
her muscles were flexed and hard and if I lowered my head to the
side, I could see the rear garter pull really tightly at the back
of her stocking top. What a lovely sight to see as the inverted
"V" made by the thicker nylon welt came into view. Pulling
my head back up again, I would barely brush the tip of my nose
under her toe pads, feeling the soft caress of the nylon against
my sensitive skin. At the same time I inhaled as deeply as I could
to fill my lungs with that great foot odor… A marvelous mixture
of human body intimately associated to the leather scent of the
sometimes new but most often well worn shoe that made my body
shiver.
As I would let go of mom's leg and slowly lift her pump to fit
it back onto her pointing foot, I would push myself backwards
and admire the full view of her shapely members, stretched out
before me, with her skirt bunched up almost to her crotch. Um…
I loved those shiny gams encased in translucent nylon! I felt
sad as she pulled on the material to bring it back down over her
knees before getting up and go about her chores.
I would then stay under the table and watch her walk about in
front of me, as she would be picking up the empty plates and the
dirty dishes towards the kitchen counter. Then I would stare at
her legs from behind as she washed the dishes in the large double
sink, sometimes pushing at the front of her shoe to make the heel
snap out from the rear and relieve its grip from her lower ankle.
That heel cup would swiftly escape her tennis ball size flesh
and being released in such a rapid way, the stiletto tip would
come slamming down on the linoleum floor. Her toes would then
slide back and her foot would lift out of the shoe for a few seconds,
just long enough for her to wriggle them a bit before sinking
her lovely foot back inside the pump. The hissing sound of the
air escaping and the nylon brushing against the leather sides
of the footwear, as her foot slowly sank back into the vamp, is
something I will always remember…
On those special occasions, my aunts and many other young and
good looking females would also be there, and they would join
in to take care of the kitchen duties. Inevitably, all women would
do the same thing and at one time or another try and free their
little nylon tootsies from those skyscraper heels that had all
become too tight as their feet swelled. I just LOVED those holidays
and special occasions as it was then a time for me to admire so
many pairs of legs parading before my wide open and feasting eyes!
That is how my interest in women's legs was born. Of course over
time, it became associated with sexual pleasures and that has
remained with me for all of my life span. Thank God for creating
women with such a pair of shapely members and thank mankind for
discovering nylon and learning how to make high-heel shoes to
make those legs become even more shapely when wearing them! What
a fascinating and pleasurable pastime it has become for many men
to simply admire the feminine legs walking about each and every
day. In the streets, at the office, on the bus or train, waiting
in line at the bank or the supermarket, I never complain if there
are women around. I am always certain I will be getting a show
from one of them, especially if she is wearing nylons and high
heels…
I have had the chance
to find someone who accepted to play the role of my mother and
pose for a series of photos that show how I saw my mother's legs
when I was a kid, as described above. Go have a look at this series
of 47 photos:
for
members.
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