Of all the questions concerning God and our Creator, the paradox of life, the convoluted mysteries of death and the beyond … the only enigma that has me baffled is: Why aren’t all women lesbians? We men are large, clumsy, hairy, and in most cases very inept … we’re proud, arrogant, and crude beasts. It has always completely eluded me – Why would any human desire an animal such as us, when they could feel the silky lips, the curvature of hips, thighs, and back … that could only be compared with the ebbs and swells of an ocean, the soft tease of hair against the delicious bite of nails of a lusty woman? It’s the aura of the infinite that encompasses women, avatars of life and passion. And when these divine creatures adorn those luscious leggings, it’s the equivalent of God in full armor, brandishing a sword above his head – a site that is, to use the cliché, awe-inspiring.
I’m still young and passionate, inexperienced in that I’m still with my first lover, but I’ll always remember that burst of life that shot through me when she first came to me in naught but those glorious stockings. It’s a momentary, fleeting, but blissful flavor of the nectar the gods must drink. As a man, to know she wants and loves you enough to use all the tools in her power to go above and beyond what is necessary to turn you on, is simply magnificent.
In two months, I leave for West Point, NY to the United States Military Academy. It’s a cause I wholeheartedly believe is worth defending, fighting, and dying for … no, I’m not talking about stockings [that wouldn’t be too corny…]. It’s for life and the passion that it inspires. It is the same passion that brings young lovers to each others arms, that pushes them to do more for one another, not only sexually, but financially, socially, and religiously. For those of us that worship women and the exotic, but sophisticated air about them, the stocking is a symbol of that passion – a banner that screams to all, the pleasures and motivations of all our furious endeavors and mule-stubborn drives.
Bare legs are for the lazy; pantyhose for the practical; stockings for the lovers of life. Besides, at the risk of destroying the credibility of all I just argued, stockings offer easier access.
