I recently ended my year long relationship with a man named James, and little had I known when it all began that I ended up dating a guy with a nylon fetish. He was sweet, kind, very handsome, but that interest he had in sheer stockings certainly threw me off. I hadn’t been with many guys, for sure, but I had never been with someone who had been into nylons. Apparently, thanks to the research I had did after our first night together, it’s a kink “so common it’s no longer seen as taboo” according to some internet denizens. It surprised me, because I had never heard of such a thing before until him!
My searching turned up a ton of information! There were YouTube channels, cam girl sites, blogs and dating sites dedicated to this sort of thing. I was absolutely shocked, to be frank! So many people were into this, it truly did seem to be the norm. But alas, it still bothered me a bit because it wasn’t something I was used to personally. Things like foot fetishes, or anal, were common to me. But something like this...? Not so much. It’s why I looked it up. I wondered if I had ended up with one of those people who were into some really weird things, but it turned out that he was actually into something super normal. I felt a bit ashamed of thinking such a thing, but nothing could be done. Apparently, nylon fetishes were even studied by Wikipedia. It was said that foot fetishes actually went hand in hand with a nylon fetish, and that it gave the impression of another “delicate, delicious skin.” Apparently, such fetishes can go so far as the woman (or man sometimes!) wearing an entire suit of nylon, allowing the partner to touch their entire body and feel nothing but the slippery material -- something I could absolutely NEVER imagine doing, no matter what.
James was very much into touching my legs, especially if I had stockings on. He wanted me to wear them when we went out, and he liked when I dressed smartly and sexily, in a skirt and nylon stockings and heels. I would go to dinner, or to parties, or even just short evenings on the town in such attire. He loved it, and I quite liked it too, to be honest! I felt like a big woman of the world, like I ran a million dollar company. But that wasn’t all.
He also wanted me to have my stockings on when we would make love. He begged me one night, after admitting to me how much he liked how I looked wearing them and wanted to pleasure himself with them. I remember thinking that he must have been crazy, but promising myself that we would be open in our desires, I obliged.
Our first time was... odd. To say the least. When we would have sex, he would want me to keep my stockings on. Nothing else, only my stockings. He would touch them, and touch himself, and would rub himself on my fabric-covered legs until he came all over them. It was a bit odd, but I could have thought of far odder things. After all, James always treated me nicely too. He always catered to my every whim, kind of like a servant. It was somewhat sexy, to be honest. I greatly enjoyed being taken care of, both sexually, financially and emotionally. It was nice, and no other man had done that for me before. I was unsure if he was paying me back for making him so happy sexually, or if he was just that kind of person, but it was wonderful. Even if his bedroom habits were less than common for me, I was happy to oblige in the end, and even learned a new way of pleasuring a man if I ran into another who was into such a thing.
Thinking back on it, I kind of would like to get back with him. Perhaps not as a significant other, as we didn’t quite see things eye to eye, but perhaps as just a “friend with benefits” as people tend to say. A fuck buddy, in blunt, simplistic terms. Perhaps the nicest thing about dating someone with such a fetish is that it’s far less expensive than a fetish like BDSM. BDSM goods require a lot of money for good quality items, but really all this costs me is a few dollars for a good pair of Leggs nylons! A little bit of money goes a long way pleasure wise!
If dating a man with a nylon fetish taught me anything, it taught me that there was no harm dressing up, or down, for your significant other. As long as you both are happy and satisfied (in every way), it shouldn’t matter how you dress. All it is is some fabric on your body! In the end, I learned about a very common fetish, a way to make a man very happy, and that despite all the terrible experiences I had with men before, they weren’t all so bad.