One of the nice things about living with Nils is the fact that we don’t need a lot of clothes, even in winter. A couple of years ago Nils had solar panels put on the roof and we’re able to heat the house from them no matter how cold it is outside. A couple of months a year, Nils even crows about having a credit on his power bills!

We also have a fireplace with an insert and that really heats the house up. We burn one log an hour and the fan on the insert pushes out the heat up to about 75 degrees! Of course, the house isn’t very big, but with that kind of temperature, it makes walking around without clothes on very pleasant, indeed.

I had gotten some new stockings. They were red and I couldn’t resist wearing them around the house. I know that’s not a real good idea because my stockings sometimes get ruined, with runs or even rips, but I really like the way they feel and look on my legs with everything else bare. Nils likes it, too, because he can make love to me whenever he has the urge. Of course, he always asks me if it’s OK, and I very seldom turn him down; I’m usually as horny as he is!

I like wearing stockings. They make me feel sexy. The feel of the silk or the fine nylon against my skin is very stimulating to me. When I’m putting them on, I make sure that my toenails are very short and I file them very smooth. Yes, pedicures are very sensuous, too, but I can’t afford them very often, so I do my own usually, and I’m very good at it. Once my nails are buffed and smooth, I put on clear nail polish so that the stockings don’t snag as I’m putting them on. I also buff the skin and calluses on my feet and heels, making sure they’re soft and pliable with lotion. You can’t be too careful with silk!

Nils loves watching me and I always try to put on a show for him. I’m usually on the side of the bed when I start: I bunch up the stockings and carefully pull them over my toes and slowly drag the material along my foot, feeling the smoothness of the material on the sensitive skin of my instep. Then, as I’m pulling the stocking up my leg, I’ll sometimes lay back in the bed, pulling the material back and forth up the contours of my leg. I usually get stay-up stockings that come just above my knee, leaving a bare expanse between the top of the stocking and my pussy.

Sometimes, Nils will be on his knees over me on the bed, smoothing the material upwards towards my pussy. When he does that, he often continues up my leg, with his big hands surrounding my thigh, smoothing all the way up to my pussy. He doesn’t stop there, though! He’ll do the other leg, and when he gets as high as he can go, he rubs my pussy so good. Sometimes he just uses his fingers there, sometimes his mouth, but he never quits until I’ve had an orgasm. He doesn’t always fuck me, but he never leaves me hanging. Usually, I’ll suck him until he cums, but sometimes, rarely, he’ll stop me just when I know he’s ready to explode and he’ll tell me to hold that thought until he returns. And, he always returns and before he’s satisfied, he makes sure that I’m satisfied.

Nils is a portrait painter and he sometimes puts together books that showcase his artistry. My favorites are his erotic portraits. He’s made so many of them, including many of me and my friends. He usually has his friend, Jon, do the photographs. Jon’s pictures are very true to the original paintings, and the books he and Nils put together are truly erotic. Of course, one of the models is Jon’s girlfriend, Lou, but that’s alright because he and Nils do not let her dominate the books. This most recent book features photographs of paintings Nils has done of Lou, me, Faith (in all her pregnant glow), Megan and even Ruth and her mother, Irma. Believe it or not, Irma, despite her age, is one very sexy woman!

I really like to look at Nils’ books, and last evening I couldn’t sleep. I forgot to take off my new red stockings when I went to bed, so they were a little bedraggled as I stumbled into the living room. I pulled them up and smoothed them down, then I made my way to the liquor cabinet. If I was going to be awake, then I was going to have something to drink while I flipped the pages and studied Nils’ works of art.

At the bar, I found that Nils had a couple of new bottles. One was something called a ‘single malt’ whiskey and the other a new brand of brandy. I opened each bottle and sniffed each of them and found the smell to be very intriguing. Nils was sound asleep, and I didn’t want to wake him to ask him about them, so I decided that I needed to try them both.

Nils had taught me that a brandy snifter was the only thing that brandy should be poured into because it allowed the ‘aromatics and tastes to be released better than just a glass.’ Well, I don’t know about that, but I followed his advice on how to pour the brandy. I held it in my hand just so, letting my hand warm it gently, swirling it so that the liquid washed around the inside of the snifter. Then I smelled it. It smelled just like brandy to me. Taking a small mouthful, just a sip, I drank some down. It still, after all the pretensions, tasted like cough medicine to me. Very good cough medicine, but medicine, just the same.

Well, after trying the brandy, I just had to try the whiskey. Now, I’ve had whiskey before, but usually only in mixed drinks. I love screwdrivers made with good whiskey, but I’ve never had a single-malt before, and I wondered what it would taste like, so I poured some into a whiskey glass. I’d heard of one- and two-finger’s worth, so I poured what I guessed was about two-fingers worth into the glass. I looked at it and it was a lighter color than the brandy, a golden-yellow rather than a purplish-brown. I took a sip. Actually, it was more like a gulp!