Black Lace Bodystocking, Sexy Fishnet Bodystocking

My whole plan revolved around a sexy black lace bodystocking.  I’d met him online.  His name was Mr X.  I was Summer Daze.  Our Dating Site names, obviously.  It all sounds so silly now…so trusting, yet screaming of desperate (possibly?).  But I wanted to break free and go for it…to take a chance on someone for once in my boring, empty existence.  We’d talked, and we’d talked, and we’d talked… for weeks, well… talking via email and texts only at that stage.  Did that count?  But tonight was the night.  Tonight we were to meet.  Tonight it would be real.  I’d invited him to my house for dinner and tonight I would be his!
 
Wearing this sensuous hot lace bodystocking, I knew I would turn Mr X on so much that he would have to take me. Take me, and never leave me.  He would ring the bell and I would throw open the door dressed in my deceitful silk robe.  Underneath would be his prize….this delightfully wicked temptress in a beautiful erotic piece of lingerie.  It would be all for him.  We had ‘sexted’ all that day…my heart raced as the texts became hotter and more and more passionate.  I had cast aside the meek and timid bra and panty lingerie.  I needed the ‘big guns’… I needed to be adventurous and exotic.  Something only six inch stilettos and a full-length sexy lace bodystocking could deliver. 
 
I waited for him to come to me.
And waited…..
 
Still in my, oh so erotic black lace bodystocking (a girl’s forever hopeful), I finally received a text from Mr X around midnight…a namby pamby apology and a promise to take me to dinner soon.  Apparently he’d gotten a better offer!  After running into some obscure long-lost mate who, amazing how it turns out, just happened to be having his Bucks night that very night.  Held at some dirty, back-alley strip club, Mr X had no choice but to go along and join the party. You can’t let a mate down...you gotta understand how it is…don’t you?
 
Oh I understood alright. I’d slid myself into this ridiculous lace bodystocking for nothing.  There was no knock on my door that night…no ring on my bell…no shrieks of passion as I surprised my mysterious new man with my exciting new lingerie.  I blew out the 4,000 candles I had dotted about my house and flicked on the lights in disgust.  I couldn’t believe Id been had…or more to the point – NOT had.  Thankfully, I never heard from the infamous Mr X again.  I was relieved and glad I didn’t know his name. 
 
I ripped the sexy lace bodystocking off myself and as I held a sacrificial burning of it (oops forgot about that last candle), I hopped into bed alone… had a good cry at my own naivety, and prayed he got a nasty dose of the clap.