Julie Topper

The Spider Stockings Julie Topper

Me and my mates love the weekends. We meet up and go out together to pubs and clubs in the big midland UK city where we live and work. We have few drinks and lots of laughter, and then try to get chatted up by young men who are usually a bit tensed up and struggling with their hormones. We are always on the lookout for some fun, after all what else are weekends for. I'm not looking for a boyfriend. I'm 23 and I've done boyfriends and I find they quickly become a right bore. What can be worse than sitting at home watching videos with the same man every night, and knowing you're going to get the same style of sex later on as you always get. So I go out with my mates, my little protective group and we look out for guys we can have some fun with. We are all terrible teases and don't make it easy for the guys. I can be rather bad when in the mood. I like being in control. I get great fun from seeing how the different men I meet attempt to lead me from the chatting up in the pub or club to some explicit sexual action back in his flat, or even in the lane behind the pub. My story begins with me buying some really neat spider web patterned stockings. They must be magic as they led me into some very sexually exciting adventures. This what I remember of a couple of great months last summer.