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When I was growing up, my aunt used to tell me how lucky I was to be a ‘leggy blonde.’ It didn’t make sense to me until I was much older and realized all the benefits of being precisely what she said. “Leggy.” These long, smooth stems lure boys like the flame calls to the moth.
They flutter forward, hoping for warmth and protection, and then find themselves aflame. While the lust for my legs burns just as hot as the moth’s flickering flame, it’s only half as dangerous. My victims often escape with their lives and a reoccurring lust for my long leg.
Long Leg Fetish
After rolling up shiny, suntan nude stockings over the curves of my calves and toned thighs, then slipping my dainty toes into a tall pair of heels, men don’t stand a chance. Like a venus fly trap, then enter willingly, the tight embrace of my strong thighs. Practically begging me to squish them.
Can you blame them? Look at my long leg stretched before you to show off its attributes. Imagine caressing your hand around my ankle and up the back of my calf. Are you growing stiff at the idea? I’m sure you are. Let’s stroll deeper into the fantasy of touching my long leg.
Would you peel off my heel and press your nose to the ball of my sexy little foot? Is your hand wandering further along the back of my muscular thigh as you inhale the scent of my sweaty foot? Yeah, now you’re rock hard and ready to serve my long legs.
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