The Nut(ted) Cracker

When I was 13 I had my first (and last) fantasy through a dream, which by the way set the benchmark for all I search for in porn. I've been ashamed of this dream. Never told anyone, and the ones I've told reacted with a mocking laugh. This dream ignited my fetish for tights. Not just any tights. A ballet dancer in white tights, making his bulge, his ass, perfectly nuanced. I've searched and all that exist are some poorly shot clips of gay porn... and as much as I hoped it would satisfy me, I yearn for that same feeling I had 10 years ago.

I hope you'll read this story and (perhaps I'm hoping for too much) make this fantasy come alive. Here it goes...

[Applause thunders throughout the theater] I cannot keep my eyes off him. The way he moves and dances with such emotion, handling his partner with those harsh sweaty paws lifting her at ease.

Somehow, we end up in his hotel room. He is still dressed in the same costume. I can see the sweat patches under his dance belt and his sweat glistening on the rough stubble on his olive face.

He comes to me breathing down my neck as I slowly caress his bulge. I can feel it swell as our breaths become sharp. I can feel the moist soaking my underwear.

He lifts and carries me to the bed (which by the way is one of those medieval fairy like ones with wooden poles on all four corners). As he reaches down and caresses my dripping hairy lips, I unbutton his velvet costume revealing the thick, moist elastic suspenders of his tights. He brings my arms on top of my head and straps them down. I can feel his nylon legs brushing over mine as he climbs on top of me. He fingers me faster. I can hear the liquid collecting down there as turbulence against his fingers.

We he's done he lifts me up and carries me to the middle of the room. I reach down from his chest and let his bulging penis poke out of his tights. The tip rubbing against my clit as we tease each other, missing the opening each time. Then he slowly lowers me onto it as my moans echo the room. His strong arms thrusts my body up and down in a way completely out of my control.

He lowers me back onto the bed as he fucks me missionary, pressing my legs down beside both sides of my head. I can see the wet patch I've made on the bulge of his stained tights. The mirror in front of the bed makes the moment even better as I stare as his nylon wrapped gluts thrust each second.

Next thing we know, we climax at the same time.

And those white ballet tights are going to need a cleanse before the next show tomorrow.