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Once home she led me to the sofa, and she sat down and pulled me down making me fall to the floor. She had me sit facing her, with her feet, and high wicked heels, between my legs. She then began playing with my face, stroking forcefully at my cheeks, and sometimes down my forehead and eyes. Her stroking became harder and meaner, raising stinging welts. i was moaning mainly in bliss as i love her claws! Then she placed her feet on my crotch, with her 7" high heels squarely against my ridged shaft! She slowly pushed her wicked high heels in, flexing her perfect strong legs driving her spikes in harder and harder, while still pawing my face! "Your cock seems to be about like that big poor shrimp, even bigger and juicier!" she said as she really put some awesome force on her heels. "Ouchhhh Mistress!!!" i cried feeling her heels hurt my cock. She clawed at my face harder, covering me completely with red hot sore welts. She giggled in her fun, and said, "Now lick my sexy claws, suck on them." i did so, and was loving it. i truly love licking her feminine 3" red curved fingernails, running my tongue all over her nails. i would suck tightly as she pulled them from my lips, loving the sharp cutting sensation of her long nails underside edges. But i was in intense aching pain as her legs weight continued to rest atop her spike heels atop my poor dick! She again flexed her gorgeous gams impaling her tall spike heels into my poor cock, making my cry as i continue licking her long nails. "Oh I just want to rip you to RIBBONS! Get up here on the sofa!" she finally ordered. i sat on the sofa, in the corner of it, and she began pressing herself against me, madly kissing my face. Then she arched her back as she removed her jacket, revealing her awesome 36DD tanned breasts, and allowed me to caress them! Man her breasts felt so good, so warm and firm. Then she buried my face between them while squeezing her long nails into my scalp. i kissed and licked her breasts, making her moan and dig her nails in harder. i was loving this bit of gentleness feeling her big feminine breasts while still getting the thrill of feeling her sink her nails into my scalp. "My I could suffocate you with my big tits if I didn't let you back up for air, pinning you against my breasts with my wicked talons," she said as she dug her long nails in harder and harder. This gentle situation was turning mean and turning us both on. I was whimpering into her chest as she carved her claws in very hard, making me feel the incredable pain of her claws. She then placed her talons on my shoulders as she slid down me and again we kissed passionately, with her gripping her nails into me the whole kiss. After a long probing kiss she gripped my shirt and pulled it apart completely off of me. She then placed her hands on my chest and started slowly clenching up her fingers. This sent her 3" red talons slowly sinking into my chest. Her gorgeous hands and NAILS were really turning me on as i felt them digging in harder and harder. The sight and feeling was blowing my mind! "Oh I just LOVE this!!" she moaned as she pulled her claws down my chest drawing mean scratches over my already very sore chest. Her claw marks look so wicked and it really turns her on seeing what damage she can do with those NAILS. She outspread and clenched her nails on my chest again and raked harder still causing fresh bleeding scratches crisscrossing her earlier markings really hurting me and making my dick ooze big time! i love it when she gives me her feminine poor-baby-look as she rakes her long talons down me again and again. She's moaning in her pleasure, loving the feeling of her nails tearing my flesh, hearing my cries. "Oh yeahhhh......is your dick getting hard slave? Am I intensely HURTING you with my beautiful 3" long red curved fingernails, that are so strong and sharp and WICKED!!" she drawls out in her sexy desire rich voice as she forcefully carves and rakes her nails down again slowly. I'm crying in pain yet more turned on and erect than ever! "Yes Mistress Jessica, ohhhhh Mistress your nails hurt so much!! You're tearing me apart!" i said. "Oh I just lovvveeee destroying flesh with my feminine NAILS! Destroying men with my TALONS!" she moans out as she just starts digging her claws in sinking them deeper and deeper into my torn chest. Her nails are sinking deeper into my chest cavity, loudly penetrating my ribs that are in her way. i am screaming in pain, trapped in the taloned clutches of Catwoman Jessica, pinned in the corner of her sofa. Through my tear filled eyes i watched as her beautiful hands were clenched sinking her gorgeous 3" red curved fingernails so deeply into my chest. My breathing became erratic as her claws impaled my lungs, her nails an easy 2 inches into my chest. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned out as she orgasms, squeezing her nails in slowly to ALL 3 INCHES! i was crying and coughing up blood as she tortured me in her orgasm pulling her talons down my chest, her insanely strong sharp talons cutting and ripping down my ribcage, making gruesome cracking and clicking noises. "Ohhhh that was such a powerful orgasm, and I'm still so hot, so turned on for another..." she said glaring cruelly at me. "Mistress Jessica, i love you and our nails.....You are killing me......" i cried to her. My dick was still so hard and wet.....I couldn't believe i was ready to cum still! I'm nearly dead! "Oh your poor face," she wantonly says as she puts her hands on my face. i plead for mercy as she slowly pulls her sexy nails down my cheeks drawing mean scratches. Her glare is full of selfish desire as she rakes my face very hard slicing my cheeks open. I'm crying in pain and fear, still begging for mercy. "Is your Mistress HURTING you? Am I too rough, too extreme?" she moans out in her extreme excitement and bliss as she pulls her claws down my face again and again, raking me to bloody shreds. Then she places her hands on my bloody cheeks with her nail tips resting on my temples. She slowly squeezes my face, digging her awesome claws into my temples. She moans as she digs harder and harder, sinking her sharp claws deeper and deeper into my head, into my skull. I'm in such pain, still weakly crying to her for mercy and for her to let me live. Her moans become louder as she orgasms again, really driving her claws in. As her fingernails impale against my yielding cracking skull, she places her long curved thumbnails on my eyes and slowly drives them in! I'm crying out ,"NO NO PLEASE," as she glares at me with her fluttering eyelids in her blissful orgasm. My vision is now totally blurred as her strong wide thumbnails drive into my eyes, one eye getting totally impaled, the other having the nail drive to the side. "Ohhh yesss, I'm sinking my thumbnail so DEEPLY into your left EYE!! I love feeling it pop, as I drive my nail in harder! Oh this feels sooo good!!!" she moans as she digs her right thumbnail completely through my eyeball!! I'm in such a nail tortured state that i explode in waves of cum in my pants, exploding from feeling my orgasming Catwoman dig her claws into my face and eyes! Her beautiful thumbnails destroying my sight, her fingernails impaling through my temples! We were both screaming in intense sexual orgasm! "Oh yessss I love this, feeling my 3 inch fingernails impale your face, feeling my thumbnail impale your eye! Feeling your flesh's resistance as I dug my beautiful nails in deeply," she enthusiastically said, staring at me seeing all the damage she did. i was hardly there, breathing getting short and only seeing her through one blurred eye. i screamed as she withdrew her long fingernails, and felt blood pouring from the wounds. "Mistress....Please fix me, I'm barely alive," I managed to say, my lungs half collapsed and chest torn open to my belly. "But I want you to really realize the power of my nails, the intense damage and pain I can inflict with them," she said. I laid there weasing, slowly fading. "Oh all right already, I just love seeing what I did with my nails," she said as she began her mystical healing powers. In a matter of minuets i was completely healed, thank God!!! "Just be glad I don't make you wear my markings when I make them this WICKED!" she said. Paradise Found, in Las Vegas Chapter
1 As I approached more closely, she moved slightly. She was wearing dark glasses and I thought that odd for being in a fairly dimly lit casino. There was something else about her that caught my attention. She had her arms crossed and her hands were hidden, I thought. Then I noticed something move slightly down one side of her body. I practically had a heart attack when I realized that what looked like dark gold and cherry red curved accent ribbons from her dress streaming down her side were actually extremely long fingernails. I say they looked like ribbons because they were curved and slightly twisted in a spiral manner. This was her right hand and the nails must have been at least 7 inches long. I realized that the two colors were because the top of her nails were gold and the undersides painted dark cherry red. The twisting that occurred on each nail produced the two color effect from a distance. I was now trembling so much that I could hardly walk. She was facing away from me so I walked around her and paused on her other side. I knew that most women's left hands usually have the longest nails so I couldn't wait to see her other side. I wasn't disappointed, but I also couldn't believe my eyes. My quick impressions were that rather than just ribbons, they were much longer and more twisted than those on her right hand. They stretched down her body past her hips. I just had to make contact with her so I did the usual goofy thing and approached her and asked her for the time. As I did she looked at me and smiled slightly. Then she unfolded her arms and fully revealed her magnificent hands. She held up her left hand and used the right to push back her long sleeve to check her watch. The only way I can describe it was it looked like she had long swirling snakes on the end of her fingers. The nails clicked as they touched one another reaching for the watch. The sounds put me into a spasm of joy, and yet I somehow managed to contain myself as best I could. The ring finger and little finger nails of her left hand formed a very long claw like arch, and were curved and twisted around each other so as to look like some exotic gold and red lattice work. The end looked like a snakes tongue where the two nail tips separated. The thumb nail was the strangest of all. It curved out and then wrapped around over the top of her other nails and then twisted out at an odd angle down from her hand. The index nail on her left hand and what looked like the shortest, was at least 17 inches long. The middle nail was longer, and each of the nails was shaped and twisted differently like with a life of its own, so I knew they were real. As she held her hand up, it looked like a golden tree branch waving at me. At the base of her fingers the nails were very wide, thick, and looked very strong. Then they gradually tapered down towards the end of the nails. In a very soft yet throaty voice she gave me the time. I asked something lame like was it a.m. or p.m. since the casino had no windows and I had been in there so long. She laughed and said that she wasn't sure herself. She had been waiting for her sister, who was attending a conference at the hotel the casino was in, for so long she had lost track. She had decided that she was tired and needed to sit down and forget her sister. I suggested that maybe she might join me for a drink at the nearby lounge because I could use a rest myself. She slowly reached up and with the end of the 'shorter" 7 inch nails of her right hand she took off her dark glasses and looked at me for a bit. Now I could see that she looked to be in her mid-thirties, and appeared to be a combination of Asian, white and maybe a bit black. She had a long angular face, a nice pointed chin, and high cheek bones. Her large heavy lidded eyes under strong arching dark brows were almond shaped and a wonderful light golden-brown, and her gaze cut right through me. She smiled again slightly with a wonderfully full mouth, and then she said that she didn't normally even consider such an idea but I seemed like an OK person to at least sit down with and rest her weary feet. She then commented that she noticed me looking at her hands and that some people were afraid of her or avoided her because of them and was I sure that I didn't mind being seen with her. I said quite the contrary, that I thought they were beautiful as was she. She laughed quietly and suggested we go to the bar. Then as she started to move I noticed her feet. She was wearing open sandals that were elevated some 3 inches. Then I saw why. Her toe nails were beyond belief. They too were curved and twisted and had to be at least 5 inches long, angling off in different directions. Walking was a bit difficult for her and she asked if she could take my arm. I said of course. We told each other our names and proceeded. She said her name was Gwen. As she wrapped her left arm around mine, her nails matched the length of my entire arm and I almost died. It been electrocuted and then gone to heaven. She wore a wonderful tropical scented perfume and I felt engulfed by her. She looked over at me and gave me, this time, smile. We found a fairly dark corner booth at the lounge, and I helped her sit down. It took a bit of doing as she u: from me and then arranged her hands folding the effect was incredible, her sitting next to me candle on her twisted nails and her warm eyes. for the longest time before she spoke. She asked if it would be too forward for her t~ to me. I said "of course not". As she moved her toenails scrape against my leg. She looked she was sorry. I said no problem at all and s~ returned the smile, and then looked down, like embarrassed. I asked what she was thinking am wasn't sure. The cocktail waitress came with our drinks, and Gwen reached for the drink. The glass disappeared in a shimmering mass of her nails and I wondered how glass to her lips without stabbing herself. She watched me watching her. She said she had been on her left hand for 25 years so she was very things with them. When she was young she had ; them in junior high school because they grew so strong, and she realized that the boys loved also feared them. She also realized that they gave her incredible power. She said she kept her right hand nails "shorter" so she could do regular things. I asked her how on earth she could gamble, and could play the slots if they took paper money. was still difficult for her to get at the money. She hadn't been able to just talk to someone about the trivial things, and she seemed eager to share her life story. It seemed that she had married an Arab student she met at college who turned out to be quite rich. She spent most of her adult life in Saudi Arabia being kept, where all she did was serve as an object of his desires. He acted almost asexual towards her, so he didn't actually do much more than gaze at her. After 10 years she found out that he was basically gay and she got a divorce from him and became rich in the process. She now lived in Florida with her sister where she amused herself by growing her nails, shopping, and traveling here and there. She was in Las Vegas because her sister was attending a clothing design conference. I asked her the story behind her incredible nails and she said it was something that had just sort of happened, but now she loved them and couldn't stand the idea of ever cutting them. She said she thought that they were so strong because of the way they twisted. She said that both her mother and grandmother had had strong nails, and that her grandmother had grown hers very long for her day, some 6 inches long. She had been very fascinated by them when she was a little child. She said it was more and more difficult to do some things, so her sister helped her and pretty much served as her attendant, housekeeper, and companion. She said her sister was quite different from herself, but I didn't ask at that point how different. After 3 or 4 drinks I got up the courage to ask her if she would like a ride to her hotel. She said since her sister seemed to be occupied somewhere else, she would really appreciate it. As we left the casino, she drew gaping stares from all who saw her, and she didn't seem to even notice. She kept hold of me as before to help her walk, and as we approached the exit, she stumbled a bit, and her nails dug into my arm, and I thought she had severed it. She looked mortified, apologizing and I said I didn't mind, although the pain was almost more than I could deal with. Along with the pain, however was more of that electric shock feeling that her touch had on me. All I remember about the ride from the casino was that I could hardly drive. Her presence next to me made me almost pass out. Although she sat quietly, I could feel the heat radiating from her body. I lost control and came all over myself as I tried to drive. I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to do. She smelled my discharge and started to laugh. She said she was happy to have such an influence on me from a distance. She said she was starting to get hot thinking about it. She said she wondered what would happen if our bodies actually touched. She said not to worry, that she would help me clean up when we got to her hotel. Chapter 2 She said the first thing she wanted to do was leave a note for her sister to not disturb us. Then she said she wanted to get into something more relaxing and would I mind helping her. She said that then she would help me clean up. I said I would be delighted to help her change. As I approached her the perfume overpowered me again. First she asked me to help her unbutton her blouse. She said buttons were beyond her. As I went behind her she used her hands to lift the mass of hair so I could get to her buttons. There must have been 20 of the damn things, and I fumbled as I undid them because of my overpowering desire for her. And I came again. With the buttons undone, she asked me to lean in a bit towards her and then she let her hair drop, covering me down to my own back as it did. I couldn't believe the feeling, and she laughed again, saying she had always wanted to do that. I must have been almost hidden by her hair then she lifted it up again and held out her arms so I could remove the blouse. Although the sleeves were quite open and large, it still took some doing to get the blouse past the nails on her left hand. I had to guide it past the thumbnail of her left hand because of its shape. She quietly assisted me as she must have done others who had helped her. With her blouse off, she revealed her magnificent, large breasts, only slightly covered by her bras. Again, she smiled at me, and she then said she could manage the rest and that I could perhaps mix us a drink. I took that at a bit of modesty on her part so I got to mixing the drinks. When I turned back to her she had on a silken dark blue robe that went perfectly with her gold finger and toenails. I said I really wanted to clean up, so she suggested we go to the bathroom. I dropped my pants and ended up taking a shower because I was such a sticky mess. I didn't know what to do about my pants, but she said she would rinse them out while I showered. I joined her at her couch with a towel over my crotch, with the drinks, and we sat for a bit, saying nothing, but just enjoying the drinks, and both reflecting on the evening so far. I then asked her about the two nails on her left hand that had become entwined together. She said that that was the way they wanted to grow and at first she had tried to keep them separated, but they had a mind of their own, so she had let them do their thing. She said they were pretty much like fused together, and her two fingers acted as one. She held them up for me to check out more closely, and I marveled how complex her nail system was. I noticed how the two ends looked like a snakes tongue and she laughed. She said that after about two inches more growth they would join at the tips., and then separate again. She said that she needed help dressing and such because her thumb nail made her thumb almost useless for grasping or holding things. I said her left hand was like a sculpted work of art and she nodded in agreement, with a proud look on her face. She said this was where her sister came in because she did all the nail painting. She showed me how difficult it was to paint the two nails that were connected, especially with the underside in a different color. She said it took her sister almost a full day to do her nails. She said her sister loved her nails as much as she did, and was happy to paint them. I asked her if she ever kept them unpainted. She said she did every so often to let them breath. I said they must look like alabaster then and she said that was a good description. She said she didn't like to get the paint built up too much, so she stripped the nails after every 4 coats of polish. I asked her about her polish bill, and she laughed, saying she got it wholesale and in large jars. She also had her sister use a larger brush than the normal size. I asked her if she had ever broken a nail and she said, amazingly no. She kept her right hand nails at around 6 to 9 inches, and had to use strong scissors to cut them. She said she would like to grow them longer also, but didn't want to be totally helpless. I then asked her about her toenails. She still had her pumps on, and I asked her how she walked without them. She said she had to be very careful, especially about running into things with them. She said she wasn't sure how much longer she would grow them. She could no longer drive with them, and that bothered her. she then asked me to pull up the coffee table, so she could take off her pumps and put her feet up. I did that and then helped her get her shoes off. Her big toe nails were enormous and it looked like almost an inch and a half across. They truly looked like weapons of mass destruction. I commented that she must be murder on sheets, and she laughed saying that she certainly was. We finished our drinks, and she said she would like another. She asked me if I would like to dance a bit, and I said sure. I fixed her drink and then helped her get her pumps back on. I secured my towel around me, put a soft jazz station on, and helped her up. I realized again how tall she was, looking down a bit at me as we joined together to slow dance. She actually seemed much taller than I, who am 6'2", because of the height of her hair. She danced a little to the side of me, to keep her toe nails from cutting my bare legs, although they did graze me as we shuffled around the room. She enfolded me into her robe with her arms wrapped around me, her right hand in mine, and her left somehow wrapped around my neck. Her nails were so long that they extended out in front of my face from around the back of my neck. I couldn't believe it and I came again. With her right hand she somehow held my hand and had her nails trail up my forearm, almost to my elbow. She then gently caressed my arm as we swayed. 2 could feel the pressure of her nipples against my bare chest and I almost went mad. I reached her around and gave her a full kiss, which she returned, her lips taking mine in, her tongue, attacking my mouth like an hungry serpent. I said she was making me dizzy and that I needed to sit down. She said she would rather lay down, if I didn't mind. We danced, or stumbled into the bedroom, both smelling of seaman and vaginal juices. I felt a sharp pain to my neck and I realized that she was enclosing those enormous claws around my neck as we surged forward. I yelped and she retracted the pressure, saying she was sorry, but she smiled a bit as she said it. We then tumbled onto the bed. This time she yelped because I had landed on top of her left hand. I rolled over quickly, horrified at what I had done. I asked if I had done any damage, and she said she didn't know. As we looked at her hand, we saw that she was bleeding. As I had landed on her, my pressure had pushed her thumb nail into the top of her hand, slightly cutting it. I told her to hold her hand above her head to help stop the bleeding, and she did so. She then asked me if anything was broken, so I did a check of each nail. After a thorough look, I told her that everything seemed to be all right. She then said that we had better check my back. I hadn't even thought about that, although I had felt like I had landed on a set of sharp deer antlers. She said my back seemed to be unhurt, although there was an imprint of her lattice work nails on it. We then both started to laugh about our near disaster with her weapons of destruction. I told her to keep her hand up, and she said it was getting heavy. I sat up slightly and had her prop her hand on top of my shoulder. As I did so she let her nails drape down my chest and across my nipples. She then rolled over slightly towards me and, with her right hand, removed the towel from around my waist. She saw that I was covered with seaman. She looked at me and said since she had caused it she would clean me up. She asked me to check her cut left hand and I brought her mass of claws off my shoulder and looked her hand over. It had stopped bleeding and looked quite OK. With that, she placed her left hand on my chest, leaned over and started to lick me clean, like a cat might have done. She started with my testicles, then the pubic area, and then my penis, licking up the sides like she was licking a very, very hot sucker. Then she started sucking me off, all the time using her right hand to caress and scratch my thighs. Al1 I remember doing was moaning and groaning with total pleasure. She would suck me off, swallow the come, and then do it again, herself also beginning to moan. she then let her left hand explore my chest and face as she sucked me off. Her strange fingernails moved about my chest like snakes, exploring my nipples, my armpits, and at the same time reaching up to caress my mouth with her 17 inch index finger. I knew I had reached paradise, but then it got better. She said she wanted to make love, but she thought we better use a condom. She asked me if I had any. She said she hadn't been taking birth control pills for some time, and also the AIDS thing since we didn't know each other. I said there should be some in my wallet. She went to the bathroom where my pants were drying. When she returned she was naked except for her sandals, and oh, God what a sight! She had a very thin waist with very large hips, and the classic Afro butt. Her huge breasts stood out firm and strong. She had surprisingly wide shoulders. Her thighs were those of an athlete, which surprised me since I doubted that she did much exercise. She later proved me wrong. Most amazing, however, was how her fingernails looked as she slowly approached me. The nails on her right hand reached down to her knees and on her left almost to the floor. She came up to me where I sat on the bed, and stood before me gazing down at me. She sat down by me and asked if I would help her get her pumps off, and massage her feet. She said the toes, especially were very tired and sore. I got her pumps off, and started to slowly work over her feet. I kneaded the heel area, moving up the arch, and gradually to the front of her feet, one foot at a time. She laid back, her breasts starting to heave as I did my work. She asked if I would rub between her toes, but do it delicately. I asked if she would like me to lick between her toes, and she nodded, with those strange light, golden-brown eyes starting to glaze over. I held her foot by her toenails and started to lick all over her toes. I then licked under the toenails at the end of each toe. Apparently that area was very sensitive, because she jerked her foot and almost cut my nose off with one of her huqe big toenails. She checked me out to see how bad the damage was which turned out to be a good scratch, and then I resumed my licking of the other foot. By now she was moaning and beginning to writhe around the bed. I then worked slowly up her legs, caressing them and moved to her crotch area. At this point juice was seeping from her vagina. I asked her if she would like me to kiss her on the lips and she said, please yes!! I licked the juice off the surface and then began to slowly kiss and suck her entire vaginal area. She came at least twice as I did my oral work, and I cleaned her up each time as she had done me. All this time she had kept her hands by her side, later explaining to me that she was afraid she might kill me in her excitement as she was coming. She then suggested that I join along aside her and that we rest a bit and simply snuggle. It surprised me how such a sexual goddess could be so girlish and sweet, but I was quite happy to give my self a bit of a breather. Over the years, my wife has been increasingly satisfying my love for nails. The important part here is that I was able to get ha to change her nails without driving her away if I had seemed too obsessed. When we met at a party in college, she was wearing a backless angora sweater, jeans with holes in them, and no shoes. Her nails were about a quarter inch long with clear polish. At the time, that was good enough for me, but my fetish grew during my 20s. I was careful not to overwhelm her with my requests to grew her nails long or get acrylics put on. I did, however, mention it from time to time. She started letting me paint her nails, first the color she wanted, and later the dark red or black colors that I wanted. She used to insist that her nails all be the same length. If a couple nails broke, she'd cut them all off. Over time, I got her to only cut them to a certain length instead of completely off Later, she started letting some stay long after some broke. Now some nails are an inch and a half long even if some are broken. I like the look of a long pinkie nail, and those are the nails that usually don't break. Best of all, she's learned to use h~ nails expertly during sex. If she gives me a hand job, she often scratches my cock until I reach orgasm. During the hand job she occasionally moves her hand down my leg and digs her nails into my thighs. She drags her nails down my chest and stomach often. She uses her nails on my face, and lets me suck on them too. In fact, she loves it when I suck on her fingers. 'The best part is how she increases the pressure on her scratches on my back and shoulder as I get closer to orgasm. If I ask her to scratch harder, she does. She now Loves the gasps I let out when she scratches me in different ways. I like to check out the welts on my back afterwards and the long red scratches the next day. ------------------------------------------------------ I am a 41 year old Danish guy. I have been a nail fetishist about 1 5 years. Sadly only few Danish women have very long fingernails. 'I'herefore I have only met one girl here in Denmark with long Fingernails and she was only a one-night stand. Discovering NTC's long fingernail fetish site on the web almost blew my mind. It really is great stuff Now let me tell you one of my best long nail fantasies. I have this girlfriend Anna. She is not a stunning beauty, but still a fairly good looking woman. She has brown eyes and beautiful long dark brown hair falling down below her well shaped bottom. Anna has fantastic fingernails, never under 4 inches long. We like to play games. At times when Anna's fingernails gets 6 or 7 inches long and quite curled, She makes them completely pointed. .Sometimes they are painted red, blood red of course, sometimes they are not painted. One of the things I enjoy most is when she let me paint the talons. It is an incredible experience, because this way I can really worship them, primarily by looks of course. Anna then puts on long thigh high leather boots with 5 inch stiletto heels and for instance a short leather jacket and panties, all in black. She enters the room, where I am sitting in an armchair. She comes towards me and sits down in the sofa opposite me. She looks incredible. I watch her fingers with her unbelievable pointed fingernails slide down the leather boot and play with the high heels. Then she takes off the leather jacket and she slowly massages her breasts, thighs and vagina. After having enjoyed Anna s performance a while from a distance I just have to be close to her on the sofa. 1 sit down next to her. She takes off my shirt and with the back of her hand and her lingers, hut without using the talons, she strokes my stomach, my back, my thighs, my lips and my penis, it is fabulous. Then she touches my lips gently with one nail, and one by one I have the pleasure of first kissing and then liking all of her terrific claws. Of course I have to be careful, otherwise blood will be drawn from my tongue. Suddenly Anna stops me. She scratches my stomach with her talons. She does not press very much, hut it is enough for making a little blood trickle out. Anna also scratches my back, my thighs, my chest and my stomach, but without any blood flowing. The culmination is when she strokes my penis and my balls with her claws. The feeling is incredible and 1 burst into the most fantastic orgasm. Anna I really do love you. always reinforced her on just how beautiful long fingernails are on a woman, how beautiful hers were and how much nicer they would look even longer. Little did I know what fruit this little seed I planted would grow into. When I got back home we talked on the telephone and decided we would go on our first "date". As we all know friend's don't date, but dinner and dancing seemed like the right move for friends who haven't seen each other in person for 3 years. Just lots of letters and some phone calls. Even a few pictures. One in particular had caught my attention; Bonnie was on a beach in Mexico in her bikini, but what caught my attention was her nails. They were beautiful, long (1" past her fingertips) and polished bright pink. The next time I called her I asked her about her fingernails and she said she was wearing them longer than other women and yes they were real. She also told me that my encouragement helped to motivate her in this area. Well, let's get back to our first "date". We are now a little older. I'm around 21 and Bonnie is 18-19 years old. Bonnie is living at her mothers house and I go there to pick her up. I go to the door, nicely dressed with flowers in hand. She opens the door and I can't believe what I am seeing. My friend the paper girl was definitely a woman. My kind of woman. She was dressed in a red evening dress that showed her womanly figure and her hair was dark brown, long and flowing down her back. When she reached for me to hug, I got one of the most pleasant surprises of my life. Her fingernails were absolutely stunning. All I could do was reach for her hands to admire them. All of them were at least 22 inches long, perfectly shaped and polished with a very glossy deep red. While holding her hands, she looked me in the eyes and said yes they are real and she had started growing them very long for this very day, for me. Bonnie than kissed me and said that's not all and pointed to her feet. She had on red high heeled sandals with that showed 10 beautiful long toenails. The big toenails were 1" past the tips of her toes and the others were about 2" past the tips. You have got to realize that never in even my wildest long nail fantasies could I have expected this moment. We went out to a very classy restaurant for dinner, drinks, and some very exciting dancing. For the whole evening I had a hard time taking my eyes off her beautiful long nails. In the car in front of her mothers house she told me she was very happy that I appreciated her love offering to me. She had put in a lot of time and effort to make our first "date" absolutely memorable and she hoped that I realized that she was my woman. By this time my pants were about ready to burst. I tried and tried to get her pants off, but she beat me off at every turn. The next day my arms had the scratch marks to prove it. What could I say? She took her 2 1/2 long nailed right pointer finger and scratched her phone number into my right forearm. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I thought I saw the longest nails when I saw the new blond in Frank's page recently. They probably are longer than this recent viewing, but I have to admit that I am becoming a true nail voyeur. I feel a sudden rush of heat through my body, like a "hot flash" when I see these 10 remarkable works of wonder. I have actually devised a way of filming some of my prey in public areas and they do not know that I am recording them. Just recently on a routine trip to the shopping mall, I felt that hot rush through my body. Just after acquiring a pair of tennis shoes I saw this sexy lady with the biggest hairdo that I have ever seen. I am starting to learn that ladies with sexy hairdos pay special attention to their nails also!! I saw a sudden flash of red and I was on my way. I increased my pace and finally caught up with her. I was hoping that she was not leaving the mall, but just beginning her shopping. To no avail I had the pleasure of following this sexy, 5'10" thin redhead in stretch pants with an open blouse with a set of spike heels. Her nails were curved so extremely that it was hard for me to guess how long they were. I kept a safe distance and started my video camera which is in a book bag. I have a big logo on it that keeps attention away from the lens that is under the flap of the bag. I have a wide angle lens which allows me to film a general area other that a fixed area. The zoom works in the small remote that I carry in the palm of my hand. You might think that I go to very extreme measures to pull this off (I think I do to!), but my fixation with nails is intense! These nails were a dark red, like the color of a port wine. She had some jewelry on the pinkie nails that was really flashy. She entered a card store and was browsing through some B-Day cards which allowed me to move in for a better glimpse. She was picking through the cards with those long nails and opening the cards and reading them giving me the greatest angle views. She would put a hand up to her face and suck lightly on the jewelry adorned pinkie. That drove me nuts. I backed away for a shot with my video camera and started filming for about 5 minutes. She picked a card and I bought one for the hell of it and preceded to follow her out of the store. She went into some ladies apparel stores and I decided to keep back a long distance. I kept her in my sight due to the fact I did not want to lose this one. Then it finally dawned on me after reading all the different experiences that my fellow voyeurs have in NTC, I decided that I wanted to meet this lady! She was leaving an apparel shop and preceded to the mall directory. This was my opportunity to strike up a conversation. She was very responsive as I began to compliment her on her nails. She said that they were actually 3" in length, but she had extensions put on them that were unnoticeable. She said they were 6" in total length. She told me that her sister runs a nail salon in town and does her nails twice a month. All this time she is moving her hands and showing off her nails to me. It was hard to converse eye to eye with her. She asked me if I liked nails and I said yes. She really caught me off guard with that one, but she knew it all the time we were conversing. She mentioned a trade show that was coming into town soon. It was a hair and nail salon show and said that she helps her sister in the booth. She told me it was the best place to see all kinds of nails, nail jewelry etc. Manner of fact she said she could give me a schedule of all these shows throughout the USA. She gave me her sisters business card, which I loved watching her rummage through her purse for. She let me touch her nails, while I complimented the jewelry. It was hard for me to leave her but the time finally came. We shook hands and I got a final glimpse of those sexy nails and I followed her for a short while I pushed the button on the old camera again. I could not wait to get home to see the video, which came out OK. I wish I could learn how to crop these into regular pictures. I have a buddy that says he knows how to. Maybe that is something that a fellow voyeur can talk about in Okay, here is one my fantasies. I have never really written anything like this, so it may not be as good as some of the others you receive. Oh, and I don't know if you post these, but if you do could you not include my email address...I would like it to be private. Thanks Well, one of the biggest turn-ons for me with long nails is being tickled by them or seeing others tickled by them, especially on the feet. I have this one fantasy where my girlfriend and I are somehow captured and tied up in by unknown people. We find ourselves tied to chairs sitting up next to each other. Our feet are tied up, but are tied to a foot rest so that our soles are showing. We are left alone there for a few minutes not having any idea what is going on...then a door opens. We both turn and see two women walk in the door...they both walk in front of us but then kneel down in front of my girlfriend. My girlfriend starts too look a little confused and I just look on waiting to see what happens. They then both raise their hands so that she can see. I almost melt in my seat when I see this because both of them have incredibly long nails, both at least 3 inches long. They still don't speak a word. They then take their nails and begin to lightly run then along the top of her feet, each woman taking a separate foot. I can't take my eyes from this, and have a great view of their nails since they are running them along the tops in my direction. They continue this, lightly scratching them up and down even up to her toes. My girlfriend is very ticklish, but is trying to control herself as to not let them know that they have found a weak spot. One of the women then looks at me and smiles and tells me that I'm next so I had better pay attention so that I know what is coming for me. She then looks at my girlfriend and then begins to tickler her more quickly now. Both women start to work both of her feet over with their nails, now tickling the soles and the sides along with the tops. My girlfriend can't control herself any more and laughs out loud. I was ordering a drink at a bar when I noticed "her" sitting at the end of the bar. She picked up a glass of wine and I almost fainted. Her fingernails were almost a foot long. I just had to get closer to those nails. So I gathered up my courage and stumbled in her direction. As I sat my drink down, near hers, my hands were trembling so badly that I spilled some of my drink. I held my breath and told her that her nails were so beautiful that I could not take my eyes off of them. She said thank you and held them out so that I could get a better look at them. As she drew them back she dragged one nail down my arm - I thought I was going to die. I had never been this nervous around any woman in my entire life. However, it must have been very obvious to her. I asked her the usual questions like how long are they. She said 10 inches. Then I asked her how long it has taken to grow them. She told me that it has taken about 6 years to get them that long. All right, I was getting a little braver and so I asked "what does a girl do with such long nails?" she fiendishly grinned and looked at her drink. I sat there for a moment and thought that NOW I was never going to get the girl of my fantasies. So I figured what the hell and asked if I could kiss her nails. SURE! She said - but you have to get down on your knees... She turned around on the bar stool and as I dropped to my knees she placed her hands in front of my face. I have never been so embarrassed or felt such bliss in my entire life. As I started to kiss them, she said slow down - one at a time... I slowly kissed each nail thinking how intoxicating the smell of her fresh polish was. When I got to the last nail - the pinkie finger on her left hand she said do this one slower. She slowly slid it down my throat. By now my shorts were soaked with pre-come. As she finished her drink she asked if I would like to come home with her and have a cocktail. I thought either I am dreaming or I have died and gone to heaven. Well, I said YES!! Of course. So we went out side and got into her truck and in few minutes we were standing in her living room. I was told to make myself comfortable while she changed into something more comfortable. With out saying a word - all of a sudden she was standing behind me. Her hands slowly came up and her nails came within inches of my face. I said MY GOD - what are you doing. Relax she said - you can not resist the power of my nails. She was hypnotizing me with her nails. Once I was completely under the spell of her wonderful nails. She jabbed at my eyes with one pointed nail - to test me as if I was really hypnotized. Satisfied, she ordered me to make love to her nails. I began to deep throat the nails on her left hand. my lips took the nails all the way down to her fingertips. She walked around the couch never taking her nails from my throat. She smiled and slowly removed her long nails as she knelt in front of me. She unbuckled my pants and started stroking my dick down its sides with only the nail tips of both hands. She chanted CUM - CUM - CUM. I had no control as I shot loads of jism all over her 10 divine nails. Then she made me lick my own cum off her nails. She inserted her one shiny nail into her wet spot. It disappeared into that hairy hole. She moaned for a few minutes and pulled her juicy nail out and I licked that clean as well. I was ordered to lie on the floor - and quickly she straddled me and squatted over my cock and stroked only my member with all 10 of her nails until I was hard again. She eased herself onto my cock and she rode me scratching me violently all over, we both exploded in incredible orgasms. What a night! She licked my mouth. I returned the favor, and the next thing we knew, we were madly kissing each other. She then asked me to quickly put the condom on. I reached over to the table for it, and after fumbling for a bit, got it on. I then began fingering her clit, easily at first, and then more vigorously as she directed me. She reached over with her "short nails" and grabbed my penis. She stroked it just with her nails, and then yelled for me to enter her. As I did she grabbed me around the back and pulled me down to her, scraping me severely as she did. I yelled in pain, but kept screwing her. We went on for what seemed like 5 minutes, and then she exploded, screaming as she did. I came right after that into the condom. She then grabbed me and yelled that this was the best sex she had ever had. I said it was better than best for me, and we both laid there laughing like teenagers. As we laid there, I asked her if I could lick her fingers and nails. She said she thought I would never ask. God what an experience that was!!! I started with her short nailed hand with the mere 7 inch nails. I started under the tips of her fingers as I had done with her toes. Then I licked between the fingers. Then I traced the entire nails, following the incredible twists and turns out to each end. With each nail, I came again, so I finally had to remove the condom because it was full. As I worked on her right hand, Gwen licked my penis and balls clean in her catlike manner, even purring as she licked. Then it was time to do the left hand. I didn't know where to start, it was so complex. She suggested that I start with the more "normal nails", so I did. As I licked the index and middle nails, I was looking directly at the crazy thumbnail, wrapped around her entire hand. I held onto the thumbnail as I worked, and it was a magnificent experience. Then I worked on the intertwined ring and little finger nails. I took my tongue and thrust it between the two fingers. She looked at me in startled surprise. She had not realized that the area was so raw and sensitive, and she started to pull her hand back. Then she gained control and asked me to continue. I licked down the lattice work to the strange double tip, and then set out to tackle the thumbnail. I could see why the thumbnail was so strange because the beginning of the nail grew away from the thumb at a strange angle right away. She said she used to be ashamed of how it looked, but after it grew out a ways, it looked interesting and not weird, like it had when her nails were short. She guessed that might have been why she had started growing her nails long in the first place. I said thank God for her strange thumbnail. She said she had a tape measure in her purse she used for that purpose, if I would get it along with the drinks. I said I would be most happy to do that. I returned with the tape and drinks and we set about our task. She said that she hadn't measured them in over 9 months so she wasn't sure of their length. I noticed right away that they were very large nails, probably because her hands were quite large. I started with the "shorter" nails on her right hand. Her thumbnail was closer to 8 inches rather than the 7 she had estimated and it was very wide at the base, almost an inch across. Her other nails were also almost 8 inches long and also wide, except for the little fingernail which was 9 inches long. The nails were very curved around and formed into very deep channels on the underside of the nails. The difference in measurement may have been because she said she usually measured them straight along the nail, not taking into account the curves as they twisted along the length. I then tackled the measurement of the left hand. The two braided nails were actually 22 inches long when carefully measured. The middle nail was 19 inches and the index nail was 19 1/2 inches long. It took some doing to measure the thumbnail. She had to hold the tape as I wound it over her hand and then out to the end. It measured a whopping 23 inches long. I told her it must be a world record. She said she didn't know about such things, and didn't much care either. She told me that she tended to "rest" her thumbnail on top of her hand because it was in the way if she didn't. However, she said sometimes she would hook it under her hand across her palm and down. It depended on her situation. I had noticed that she wore a ring on her left little finger, and I asked how she ever got it on over the lattice work. She said it was easy, and she showed me how her ring was more like a small bracelet, with a clasp to open it up and remove it. I thought that was quite clever, and she said it had been her ex™husband's idea for her wedding ring, which she no longer wore. I asked her if she had an idea how long she would grow her nails and she said it depended. As she said this she looked down a bit shyly. She said she was actually in a quandary because her sister might have to leave and stop helping her. Her sister had a possible job offer in New York that was too good to pass up. Gwen said she didn't know what she could do on her own any more, but she didn't like the idea of hiring a stranger to care for her. She said she might even have to cut her nails and certainly her toe nails if she found that she had to live alone. The thought of this horrified me, and I think it did her as well. I rapidly thought about my own situation, fresh out of a divorce, a good job designing computer game software, but living at the opposite end of the country. I looked over at her and saw that she was watching me. She asked what I was thinking. I said certainly that I wanted to see more of her and to get to know her better. She said she felt the same towards me. I asked how much longer she planned to stay in Las Vegas and she said just another couple of days. I said my situation was flexible, since I had combined some vacation time with my business in Vegas which would be completed the day after tomorrow. She looked excited and asked if I would like to return to Florida with her and her sister, stay a while, and we could talk more about our situation. I said that sounded very generous, and fantastic. With that, she wrapped her left hand around my chest and pulled me to her. She said she hadn't been so excited about anything in a long time. Then she began kissing me all over my face, and then started sucking my tits, grabbing for my penis as she did so. I, of course, immediately came all over her hand. She giggled and began licking each of her fingers and nails to clean them off. I objected saying that was my job. She moved her nails over to my mouth and said she was sorry she had been so selfish. As I licked her nails and fingers, she resumed sucking my tits. God, it was heaven, and I thought I might have a stroke or something the way I was being aroused. Just how many times could I come in one night? With my one free hand, I reached down and began caressing her clit and lips and then inserted 3 fingers into her. She began moaning and pushing up to receive my fingers. I started slowly but increased the speed, driving her into a frenzy of excitement. My hand was completely soaked with her juices but I kept it up. She would come in an explosion, calm down a bit, and then come again. At one point I thought she had bitten off one of my nipples as she came, and she had drawn blood, but the nipple was intact. She yelled for me to get another condom, and once again, I struggled to get the damn thing on. This time she mounted me slowly, moving up and then down. She took her left hand and without even having to reach, began caressing my face, then my chest, and then my mouth. She let me bite at the double ended twisted nails, and then she reached inside my mouth tickling my palate and my tongue. Then she moved her joined nails back out and inserted her index nail. This nail, which was the "straightest" of them all she put at least 5 inches in my mouth and I felt like I was swallowing a sword. She carefully moved it down my throat, and it was the strangest sensation I had ever felt. She said that maybe with practice I could handle even more inches. I said I was sure willing to try. I then reached up and grabbed her nipples and twisted them slowly as she continued to hump me. As she leaned forward her hair came cascading down all over me, and at that time I exploded, over and over again. She then laid down on top of me, and we rested and dozed off, me still inside of her. We must have been asleep for an hour or so when we heard a faint tapping at the door. Gwen called out who was it, and her sister replied that she needed to get something if she could. Gwen covered me with the sheets, got her pumps on, and struggled to the door. I heard her talking to her sister, and then she came into the room. I heard her sister comment how it smelled and then she left. Gwen said she had mentioned to her sister that I would be coming with them back to Florida, and her sister thought that was fine. She said her sister was going to get a room of her own, and I said that sounded very terrific. With that, we decided to call it a night, and we both fell asleep. She reached over to me with them. She traced my body with them and then reached up to my face. She moved the nails past my face and rested her palm near my lips. I kissed her hand reverently and then reached over to embrace her. We hugged for a long time, both deliriously happy. I then started licking her eyelids, and stuck my tongue into her ear. She yelped with delight and then proceeded to attack me. She jumped on me and held me down with her hands. I didn't protest too much for fear of breaking one of her nails. She laughed loudly and said I was now in her power. She then reached down and kissed me on the lips and then bent over so her tits could rest on mine, all the time still holding me down. She said that she now owned me completely. I said I surrendered to her and would always do so. She was an average looking Asian lady, nothing to lose your mind over looking at, who happen to be wearing open toed shoes at the time. Upon realizing that, the alarm immediately went off in my head, may she has long toenails. Or so I'd at least verify if this was the case or not. I walked around the vegetable section, and approach her from behind. As I got closer, I noticed that she had fingernails that extended about an inch and a half past the tips. Although non attractive, she already posted a 10 on the scale. Now, it was time to see if she was a 20 or at least an 18. Her back faced me as I got even closer. My heart was racing with anticipation. I got beside her, and she looked up at me and smiled. I returned the smile and looked the oranges in front of me. As I started to look down, she turned to her left, and again her back faced me, before I could get a good look. I though to myself, to hell with this, I want to know. I walked around her to the other side and looked down. Upon eye contact with her toenails, my heart began to beat so hard, I could hear it in my ears. I tried not to stare too long, for fear of being caught. I bent down, to pretend to scratch my legs, so that I could get a closer look. She began flexing her toes and clawing at them inside of her sandals. Yes, I had a hard on by then, and my heart was still speaking to me in my ears. After a moment, I raised myself and walked away from where she was. After all, I was there to pick up a few things. While I searched for my groceries, I could help but think about this woman in the store with the long toenails. I couldn't forgive myself if I walked away from the thing I like best and not say something about it. At the check out counter, I made up my mind to speak to her. She was still in the vegetable section. I walked over to her, trying to keep my lie straight in my head as I approached her. She turned around to walk to some other vegetable there when I spoke to her. I first complemented her on her fingernails. She spoke with a strong accent and told me that they were natural and hers. I then asked her where she was from. She replied, Thailand. Next, complemented her on her toenails wanted to know if it was a customary thing for ladies in Thailand to grow there nails long. Unfortunately, I fumbled over my words so much, that she couldn't make out what I was asking. I immediately changed the question to, are you going to cut you toenails soon? Her response was that she wanted to let them grow for another couple of months, then she would cut them. She then surprised my by asking If I lived around here. I told her that I come around the area from time to time. I later found out that she owned an oriental store down the street. We walked to the check out counter together. I let her go in front of my, not because I was a gentleman, but because I wanted to saver the moment of staring at her toenails. While we were waiting, she'd pull her feet in and out of her sandals, spreading and clawing her toes. I could only hope she was doing this for my enjoyment. Since that day, I would visit her shop, rather infrequently. and position myself to enjoy the view of her delicate toes. She never really, cut her toenails, but she did file them down. and kept them constantly painted red. Last week, went to visit her, and found out that she had sold the store. It's still an oriental store, however, it's run by oriental men. I least that day it was. An Afternoon of Delight This is a true story. About two months ago I went to a computer store to look at the latest in computers and all but i was really there to check out some toes and some long toenails. Well I was looking in one of the software isles and I noticed a young lady, who was quite good looking, was in the same isle as me. I quickly noticed her feet and at a first glance she had sandals on of course but that was nothing. The thing that took my eye was that she had some long toenails, about an inch long!! As much as i loved toenails, I had my eyes glued to them. Of course I was still in a store so i had to look around so i won't look suspicious. Then she looked at me briefely and gave me a smile then turned around and walked over to the computers area. She walked and slowed up to a point where she looked like she wanted me to follow but i wasn't sure. She gave me another glance and then walked on. Of course I wasn't going to let this one get away (to the fact that I never had a girlfriend before) and walked in the same area. She was looking at one computer and was studying it and looked confused. Since i was knowledgeable in computers i was able to help her. First I introduced myself to her and she happily introduced herself to me. She said her name was Jacqualin and she is looking for a computer. She told me she was in her mid-20's and is in college. So after we told a bit about each other I was plenty nervous but I managed to comment on her toes. She looked at her feet and asked me, "you like my toes? I just did them yesterday." And i immediately said yes. Already i was getting hard in my pants. She then said that she likes to grow her toenails long because it gives her a sense of freedom. She told me that I was very interesting and I told her that she was interesting too. I really didn't expect to really touch on her lovely toes so I just finished explaining the computer to her. As i was talking I noticed how she wiggled her toes alot, expecting me to notice. I did of course and had a hard time concentrating on the computer. But I managed to finish and she said she will consider getting this computer. Then i had to leave; had other errands to run and I told her it was nice meeting you very much. She said the same back and gave me a big smile. So afterward I looked around the store a bit more and then I bought a computer game and checked out. Well I exited the store and was heading for my car when all of a sudden i heard my name called. It was Jacqualin! I didn't expect her to do that, knowing we just met but she came to me and said, "can you help me put this in my car?" I said sure happily (knowing i will see more of her toes) and walked with her to her minivan. As she opened the back doors I helped put the big box in and she suddenly put her foot right in front of me! She said, "I know you like my toenails, seeing the way you kept looking at them in the store. Would you like to rub them?" Boy I was shocked!! I never expected to hear this, and we just met. Heck, I heartily agreed and I felt my fingers all over her long toenails and kept rubbing them. All the while she wiggled her toed in my hand and repeatedly said how good that felt. Then to my next surprise she said "how bout you ride with me for a minute? It won't take long?" My breath was taken and my heart was pounding, I obeyed like a servant. I went inside her van and since her windows were very dark tinted, you could barely see outside. She drove her van to an very isolated area of a parking lot where very few people go at. Then she stopped the motor, turned on the radio and suddenly told me to lay down. I couldn't believe what was happening. I did as instructed, and when i did she put her feet right on my chest, and slid her sandals right off and her long tonailed feet was rubbing my chest. Boy was my dick hard! She rubbed them on my dick, then i quickly unzipped my pants and she dug her feet to my dick. She said, "you like that don't you? I had a feeling you had a foot fetish and now I'm making your dream a reality!" I said nothing, I was sucking her long one inch toenails while she had her other foot on my balls. I already had precum and i just let her massage my dick with intensity while scratching her long toenails gently on my balls. She was fingering herself too and i watched with enjoyment and amazement. After a few minutes, my dick had flowed cum all over her long toenails and i just let myself go on her toes. Then she came too and made moaning sounds as she said how good that was. After we cleaned ourselves up she told me, "Bet you didn't expect that huh? And we just met. The truth was, I was turned on the moment you commented on my toes. I've always wanted someone like that and it seems now I finally found that person." She gave me a big smile, and I knew right away that it was me she was referring to. So then she drove me back to the main parking lot area and she gave me her phone number and i gave her mine. She told me to call her whenever you're available and told me she'll call me to whenever she needs me. I said OK, and we both smiled at each other, knowing what fun we just had and smiled. Then she finally left and I went back to my car, feeling very happy and energized. That was the best afternoons I ever had in my life. Mall Lady Part#2 I did not think I ever would have the nerve to follow up with my initial meeting with this Goddess! But, like a good sales rep. I called her! To my surprise she was elated that I called. She said "you are the guy that liked my long nails!" I replied "Thank you for remembering me!!" We did some small talk on the phone for a while then I asked her to have dinner with me at a posh restaurant in town. I called the florist and had a bouquet of roses waiting at the table. (Smart move) As I made the reservation, I talked to the maitre'd and requested one of the curved booth tables, so i could have this vixen sitting right next to me. I picked her up at her house and she was dressed to kill!! Short evening cocktail dress with sheer sexy black nylons and heels that went about 4". I immediately looked at her 5" nails and almost dropped dead to my knees! The old ticker started beating quicker and I could almost feel it coming out of my chest! She had some sexy nail jewelry that was not present at our first meeting. It was gold, with diamonds with little fine chains between the pinkie nails and the next nail on each hand!! She asked If she could smoke in my car, which really surprised me as being real forward but I obliged of course. I do not smoke and have never had one lit in my J-30, but the sight of her hand and those nails going up to her face I know will drive me nuts!! We arrived at the restaurant and was
escorted to our table. You should have seen the looks we (her)
received when we entered the room!! That dress and the waist
long black hair and her Goddess looking nails and legs! "I am obsessed with long nails
and please do not think that I am nuts" is what I told her!
She laughed and said that her ex husband had a thing for them
too and that is why she started growing them long. The next course
was the main course. She did not want salad, but I ordered a
great Merlot. That when I felt her hand on my leg! Oh man!! Instant
hard-on!! My little wee-wee was harder than Chinese mathematics.
She had a delicious smile on her face due to the fact that she
knew she was driving me crazy! The dinner continued on and we
skipped dessert. She noticed the bulge in my pants and remarked that this is turning you on , isn't it? Fellow nail lovers, I was receiving my 1st long nail hand job (authentic one) She ran her pinkie nail down the length of my hard member and back up and circled the nail around the head! Then she used all the nails and cupped my hardness and caressed it from the middle of the shaft to the head!! I was trying to keep my car straight!! (All of this and I only gave her a little peck on the cheek during dinner!) We finally made it to the cinema and we laughed because it was awkward walking with a hard-on and trying not to be noticed!! We found a private area in the theater and proceeded to watch the movie. I was so involved in her nails that I could not tell you if I was watching the "Caped Crusader" or the "Man of Steel". I took my suit coat off and put it over my lap as she started to give me the coveted "Long nail hand job" again. She was whispering sexy innuendoes in my ear as she was raking my hardness! She had my balls out and was scratching the living hell out of them. She continued to caress my stiffness until I blew my load under the jacket! My body started buckling and I tried to stay quiet but the moans overpowered me. I looked at her and she smiled. She put me back in my pants and left to the ladies room. Here I am in the middle of a theater, still with a bulging hard-on with a cum drenched suit coat! I finally managed to get to the bathroom to get cleaned up and had to go outside to put the coat away!! I met her back inside and continued to try to finish the movie. She was fascinated by my liking of her nails and continued caressing my legs. I was hard again in a minute. She continued her sweet things in my ear and I bent over and whispered to her, "I have to have you this evening." She smiled and nodded her head! As we left all I could do was stare at her nails!! I knew I was up for a good time when we got home!! So, nail lovers I will depart here and come back to you with part #3 of "The mall lady". ******************************* She licked my mouth. I returned the favor, and the next thing we knew, we were madly kissing each other. She then asked me to quickly put the condom on. I reached over to the table for it, and after fumbling for a bit, got it on. I then began fingering her clit, easily at first, and then more vigorously as she directed me. She reached over with her "short nails" and grabbed my penis. She stroked it just with her nails, and then yelled for me to enter her. As I did she grabbed me around the back and pulled me down to her, scraping me severely as she did. I yelled in pain, but kept screwing her. We went on for what seemed like 5 minutes, and then she exploded, screaming as she did. I came right after that into the condom. She then grabbed me and yelled that this was the best sex she had ever had. I said it was better than best for me, and we both laid there laughing like teenagers. As we laid there, I asked her if I could lick her fingers and nails. She said she thought I would never ask. God what an experience that was!!! I started with her short nailed hand with the mere 7 inch nails. I started under the tips of her fingers as I had done with her toes. Then I licked between the fingers. Then I traced the entire nails, following the incredible twists and turns out to each end. With each nail, I came again, so I finally had to remove the condom because it was full. As I worked on her right hand, Gwen licked my penis and balls clean in her catlike manner, even purring as she licked. Then it was time to do the left hand. I didn't know where to start, it was so complex. She suggested that I start with the more "normal nails", so I did. As I licked the index and middle nails, I was looking directly at the crazy thumbnail, wrapped around her entire hand. I held onto the thumbnail as I worked, and it was a magnificent experience. Then I worked on the intertwined ring and little finger nails. I took my tongue and thrust it between the two fingers. She looked at me in startled surprise. She had not realized that the area was so raw and sensitive, and she started to pull her hand back. Then she gained control and asked me to continue. I licked down the lattice work to the strange double tip, and then set out to tackle the thumbnail. I could see why the thumbnail was so strange because the beginning of the nail grew away from the thumb at a strange angle right away. She said she used to be ashamed of how it looked, but after it grew out a ways, it looked interesting and not weird, like it had when her nails were short. She guessed that might have been why she had started growing her nails long in the first place. I said thank God for her strange thumbnail, and she'. She said she had a tape measure in her purse she used for that purpose, if I would get it along with the drinks. I said I would be most happy to do that. I returned with the tape and drinks and we set about our task. She said that she hadn't measured them in over 9 months so she wasn't sure of their length. I noticed right away that they were very large nails, probably because her hands were quite large. I started with the "shorter" nails on her right hand. Her thumbnail was closer to 8 inches rather than the 7 she had estimated and it was very wide at the base, almost an inch across. Her other nails were also almost 8 inches long and also wide, except for the little fingernail which was 9 inches long. The nails were very curved around and formed into very deep channels on the underside of the nails. The difference in measurement may have been because she said she usually measured them straight along the nail, not taking into account the curves as they twisted along the length. I then tackled the measurement of the left hand. The two braided nails were actually 22 inches long when carefully measured. The middle nail was 19 inches and the index nail was 19 1/2 inches long. It took some doing to measure the thumbnail. She had to hold the tape as I wound it over her hand and then out to the end. It measured a whopping 23 inches long. I told her it must be a world record. She said she didn't know about such things, and didn't much care either. She told me that she tended to "rest" her thumbnail on top of her hand because it was in the way if she didn't. However, she said sometimes she would hook it under her hand across her palm and down. It depended on her situation. I had noticed that she wore a ring on her left little finger, and I asked how she ever got it on over the lattice work. She said it was easy, and she showed me how her ring was more like a small bracelet, with a clasp to open it up and remove it. I thought that was quite clever, and she said it had been her ex™husband's idea for her wedding ring, which she no longer wore. I asked her if she had an idea how long she would grow her nails and she said it depended. As she said this she looked down a bit shyly. She said she was actually in a quandary because her sister might have to leave and stop helping her. Her sister had a possible job offer in New York that was too good to pass up. Gwen said she didn't know what she could do on her own any more, but she didn't like the idea of hiring a stranger to care for her. She said she might even have to cut her nails and certainly her toe nails if she found that she had to live alone. The thought of this horrified me, and I think it did her as well. I rapidly thought about my own situation, fresh out of a divorce, a good job designing computer game software, but living at the opposite end of the country. I looked over at her and saw that she was watching me. She asked what I was thinking. I said'ertain that I wanted to see more of her and to get to know her better. She said she felt the same towards me. I asked how much longer she planned to stay in Las Vegas and she said just another couple of days. I said my situation was flexible, since I had combined some vacation time with my business in Vegas which would be completed the day after tomorrow. She looked excited and asked if I would like to return to Florida with her and her sister, stay a while, and we could talk more about our situation. I said that sounded very generous, and fantastic. With that, she wrapped her left hand around my chest and pulled me to her. She said she hadn't been so excited about anything in a long time. Then she began kissing me all over my face, and then started sucking my tits, grabbing for my penis as she did so. I, of course, immediately came all over her hand. She giggled and began licking each of her fingers and nails to clean them off. I objected saying that was my job. She moved her nails over to my mouth and said she was sorry she had been so selfish. As I licked her nails and fingers, she resumed sucking my tits. God, it was heaven, and I thought I might have a stroke or something the way I was being aroused. Just how many times could I come in one night? With my one free hand, I reached down and began caressing her clit and lips and then inserted 3 fingers into her. She began moaning and pushing up to receive my fingers. I started slowly but increased the speed, driving her into a frenzy of excitement. My hand was completely soaked with her juices but I kept it up. She would come in an explosion, calm down a bit, and then come again. At one point I thought she had bitten off one of my nipples as she came, and she had drawn blood, but the nipple was intact. She yelled for me to get another condom, and once again, I struggled to get the damn thing on. This time she mounted me slowly, moving up and then down. She took her left hand and without even having to reach, began caressing my face, then my chest, and then my mouth. She let me bite at the double ended twisted nails, and then she reached inside my mouth tickling my palate and my tongue. Then she moved her joined nails back out and inserted her index nail. This nail, which was the "straightest" of them all she put at least 5 inches in my mouth and I felt like I was swallowing a sword. She carefully moved it down my throat, and it was the strangest sensation I had ever felt. She said that maybe with practice I could handle even more inches. I said I was sure willing to try. I then reached up and grabbed her nipples and twisted them slowly as she continued to hump me. As she leaned forward her hair came cascading down all over me, and at that time I exploded, over and over again. She then laid down on top of me, and we rested and dozed off, me still inside of her. We must have been asleep for an hour or so when we heard a faint tapping at the door. Gwen called out who was it, and her sister replied that she needed to get something if she could. Gwen covered me with the sheets, got her pumps on, and struggled to the door. I heard her talking to her sister, and then she came into the room. I heard her sister comment how it smelled and then she left. Gwen said she had mentioned to her sister that I would be coming with them back to Florida, and her sister thought that was fine. She said her sister was going to get a room of her own, and I said that sounded very terrific. With that, we decided to call it a night, and we both fell asleep. She reached over to me with them. She traced my body with them and then reached up to my face. She moved the nails past my face and rested her palm near my lips. I kissed her hand reverently and then reached over to embrace her. We hugged for a long time, both deliriously happy. I then started licking her eyelids, and stuck my tongue into her ear. She yelped with delight and then proceeded to attack me. She jumped on me and held me down with her hands. I didn't protest too much for fear of breaking one of her nails. She laughed loudly and said I was now in her power. She then reached down and kissed me on the lips and then bent over so her tits could rest on mine, all the time still holding me down. She said that she now owned me completely. I said I surrendered to her and would always do so. |