LUCKY IN VEGAS PT.1

This short piece is the first in a series of "Nailhangers". Hope you enjoy it. Pete Russell plopped down in a seat in the waiting area. It was early Monday evening and he was at gate C28 of the Midfield Terminal of Dulles International Airport in the suburbs of Northern Virginia. He had picked a seat near the gate that gave him a good view of the waiting area. Never know what you might see while waiting for a plane. He quickly scanned the waiting women with a trained eye. "Nothing to get excited about here", he thought, "yet." He pulled out his ticket and looked at it. He had a direct flight to LAX in Los Angeles where he would catch a connecting flight to Los Vegas. At least he had a direct to LA. He checked his watch. They should announce boarding soon. He sighed and put his ticket back in the zippered pocket of his carry-on.

It was already late. He was sort of hacked off at this boss for making him work a full day before leaving. Now he had to take a late flight. Even with the time change it was going to be midnight before he got to his hotel room in Vegas. He was also hacked because his boss had sat on the paperwork to register, so instead of getting in one of the hotels really close to the convention center, he was at the MGM Grand. He had been told that was a swank hotel, but he appreciated convenience&emdash;especially when in a strange town. But he couldn't be too mad. He was sort of going on a boondoggle and was looking forward to a fun week. He was supposed to be going to a computer conference to see the latest and greatest and attend talks and sessions. In reality he was going to booze it up and party his butt off in Vegas and attend as little of the "talks and sessions" as he thought he could get away with.

For a computer-type, he was actually pretty good looking. He had just turned 31, was single, and had a decent build. He worked out in the gym (another good place for sightings). But like many computer-types he was painfully shy, which is one reason he was still single. He loved women. But unlike other guys who liked breasts, legs, butts, or whatever, his obsession was fingernails. The longer the better. He didn't know why, but he had always been attracted to them. Airports were great places for sightings, so he had his "antennas up". His favorite airports were Dallas Fort Worth and the one he was going to, LAX. For some reason there seemed to be lots of long-nailed beauties at those airports.

He had brought his company-owned laptop with him. For "note taking" and to "check my email" he had said. What he really wanted it for was to view the long fingernail pictures he had downloaded off the Internet. He had put a large collection of his favorites on a couple of floppies. What he really loved to do was to build a briefing file using PowerPoint with one picture on each "slide". He would then set it up in "slide show" mode with each picture displaying for 10 seconds or so. Then all he needed to do was sit back and enjoy as the pictures automatically displayed over and over. That left his hands free...

He was looking forward to getting to his hotel, relaxing with a drink, and firing up the laptop. He hoped he wouldn't be too tired or too late.

A flight attendant at the gate desk picked up the paging phone and started to make the usual boarding announcements. "...we'll be boarding by rows, anyone with small children or those requiring special assistance..." He waited for his row to be announced. Since he had three pieces of carry-on, counting his laptop, he wanted to be sure and get on right away to guarantee space in the overhead for his stuff. The attendant finally announced his row and he made his way to the gate. He held out his ticket to the attendant at the gate and checked out her hands as she took it. Nice nails he thought. Not too long but nice. He hoped she would be working the coach section. She gave him a big smile "have a nice flight."

"Thank you" he smiled back.

This was the part he hated&emdash;or at least one of the parts&emdash;waiting in a long, slow moving line to get to his seat. As he made his way into and through the plane, he checked out the nails of every flight attendant and every woman in first class. Nothing to get excited about.

He found his seat on the starboard side and stashed his garment bag and laptop in the overhead. Since it was a late flight, the attendants had put blankets and pillows on the seats. He picked up his blanket and pillow and sat down in his aisle seat and stuffed his cargo bag under the seat in front of him. He pondered for a second what to do with the blanket and pillow and laid them on the seat next to him. He was in a row of three seats. Maybe there would be no one else in his row and he could stretch out, he wondered.

As it turned out, the flight was lightly populated and he started to wonder if he would be by himself. As the last passengers took their seats, he saw that the plane was only about a third full and so far the seats next to him were still empty. For once he would have the luxury of room! Then he looked up and saw a late boarder. She was a stunningly beautiful women with long, straight blond hair with bangs. She looked to be around 27-28. She was tall and willowy with a short, tight leather skirt, dark stockings on extremely long and shapely legs, and pert, full breasts beneath her tight sweater. She was obviously a women that worked out. He couldn't quite see her hands though, since she was carrying her bags. He noticed that she was wearing red high heels on very shapely, small feet.

Then she paused and dropped one bag and lifted her hand to look at her boarding pass. His heart stopped. She had the most beautiful nails he had ever seen. They were all long, maybe 2 inches or more past her fingertips, uniform in length and shape, and painted a brilliant day-glo pink. They had just the slightest curve to them. Oh please, he pleaded to himself, let her sit somewhere close so I can look at those nails!

She picked up her bag again and shuffled down the narrow aisle looking at the row numbers on the overhead bins and stopped in front of him. She looked at Pete and smiled "I'm sorry, I have the window seat" she said, pointing with a long pink nail at the seat.

"Oh, OK" stammers Pete. He gets up and steps into the aisle. She starts to lift up her carry-on to put it in the overhead compartment. "Here, let me help you" offers Pete. He takes her bag. As he does, her nails lightly trail against his fingers. He lifts and places her bag next to his.

"Thank you" she murmurs looking into his eyes. Her eyes are a piercing blue and wonderfully make up. Long lashes. Moist. Bedroom eyes. Now, close to her, he can smell her intoxicating perfume.

She starts to try and get to her seat, but it is awkward and she starts to loose her balance. She reaches out and puts her hand on his chest to steady herself. He can feel her nails through his shirt. "Oh, sorry" she says.

"Not a problem" he says. You can touch me all you want, he thinks. She takes her seat and starts rummaging in her handbag. He takes his seat and hears the flight attendants securing the hatch. There will be no other passengers. It is just her and him in that row all the way to LA. There is an empty seat between them&emdash;but she is so close!

He glances over at her. She sees him looking and smiles as she takes a magazine out of her bag and places the bag under the seat in front of her. She reaches up and turns on the light with a long pink nail and starts to read. It's a copy of Nails magazine. His heart is beating like a drum. What can he say? He must say something to meet this woman! He can't help but stare at her long, perfect nails. Now that she is closer he can see that they are each at least 2 ½ inches long. Pink and shiny with just the slightest curve. Just the kind that really turn him on. His crotch swells as he gets an erection. It's going to be a long, wonderful flight, he sighs.

She notices him staring at her nails with a sidelong glance and just smiles. He could swear she looked at his crotch as he looks away embarrassed. He picks up his own book and tries to concentrate on it, but he keeps reading the same paragraph over and over. All he can think about are those nails. Periodically he steals a glance. Eventually the flight attendants start the beverage service before the meal. As the beverage cart gets close to them, she puts her magazine down and lowers her tray. She looks over at Pete and extends her hand "By the way, my name's Serena Boudreau. You are?"

Pete reaches to take Serena's hand and as he does, she pokes him "accidentally" with one of her nails. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I poke you?" she asks innocently. Her hands are warm and she gives his hand a gentle squeeze. He could swear she poked him deliberately.

"Oh, that's OK" he says. "I'm Pete Russell. Do you live in LA?"

"Actually, I live in New York" Serena purrs. But I'm on my way to Vegas for a convention."

"Oh really?" says Pete. Now this was interesting. "So am I. Are you going to the UNIX Developer's Conference?"

"Oh god no!" giggles Serena. "I'm going to NailShow West. It's being held at the MGM Grand."

Pete's mind begins to race. A nail show at his hotel! And she is going to be there! Was he dreaming? "What's NailShow West?" he asks innocently.

She smiles and lowers her eyelids "Somehow I think you know" she chides, "but if you don't, it's a big trade show for people in the nail business. I have my own company called US Nail and we're an exhibitor at the show. We make a variety of nail products but my big item right now is a revolutionary nail hardener. Go ahead, feel them." She extended her hand to him. He couldn't believe what was happening. He reached up timidly and touched her nails.

"I said feel them" she said again for emphasis. The way she said it sounded almost like a command. This time he carefully felt and examined her nails. They were incredibly healthy, smooth, and strong.

"I call the product "Tempered Steel" and I'm announcing it at the show" she explains. "Its got silica in it and makes nails absolutely rock hard and virtually unbreakable. Sort of like what happens when bones turn into fossils. You can grow them as long as you want" she smiles, then leans over closer to him and repeats deeply, drawing out the words, "Just-as-long-as-you-want."

He now has a full blown erection and wonders if she notices. She continues, "Listen,

it's kind of awkward talking across this seat, why don't you move over for the meal? Then it will be easier to talk."

"Sure" he says. Anything to get closer to those nails. He unbuckles his seat belt and lifts the arm rest to slide over. The enormous bulge in his crotch is quite obvious. She glances at it but pretends to take no notice. Again with that little smile.

As they wait for the food, she drums her nails lightly on the tray looking over at him playfully, just loud enough for him to hear. He can't help but watch, savoring every moment. They are so long and beautiful, so perfect. She notices, and smiles. She's deliberately teasing me, he thinks. Oh if only they weren't on this plane!

During dinner, she does things to tease him while she eats her food. She holds bits of food in-between her thumbnail and index finger nail and eats it, making sure he sees. She uses her nails to pull apart her dinner roll with her fingers never touching the roll, just her nails. At one point she turns to him to lick some sauce off a nail, putting her nail to her mouth and licking it with her pink tongue.

Pete starts to wonder if he is going to have to excuse himself and go to the lavatory and relieve himself. His hard-on is beginning to ache. But he doesn't want to miss a second of this performance.

After they have finished eating, Serena starts to talk about how different guys like different things. Some like legs, some like breasts, some likes asses. She turns to Pete and puts her hand on his thigh, brushing her nails against his leg and whispers in his ear "And you like nails don't you Pete?"

Totally flustered and taken aback he stammers "Ye-ye-yes. Big time."

Now she brushes her nails up his arm and whispers again, her mouth right in his ear "My nails really turn you on don't they?"

"Oh god yes" he moans. His erection is somehow even bigger, harder than before, straining at the fabric in his crotch. He can feel a wet sensation on the tip of his penis. He wonders if his cock is going to explode.

She continues whispering in his ear, now gripping his arm with her nails "After they pick up the trays, they'll show the movie. Everyone will turn out their lights. If you want, we can have some fun then. Everyone will be watching the movie, and anyway, there's hardly anyone on board. No one will notice. That is of course, unless you'd rather watch the movie?"

"Y-y-yes, I mean n-n-no" he stammers.

She raises the armrest between them and moves a bit closer to him. "There," she says, "that will be more comfortable. Why don't you lower the other one?" she asks. "That will keep you nice and snug next to me." He obeys. He didn't care what was going to happen next or what anyone would think. There was no way he was going to miss this!

Finally the flight attendants came through the cabin and removed the food trays. Pete thought it would never happen. Serena raised her fold down tray and tells him to do the same. "Don't need that in our way" she says.

She holds his hand while they are waiting, and lets him feel her nails. She runs them up his palm and lower arm. "Not much longer" she says.

The movie finally starts and overhead lights are turned off all around. The flight attendant requests others to turn off their lights to make it easier to see the movie. Serena reaches up and pokes the light button with her nail.

"Now," she whispers in his ear, "take the blanket and drape it over you like you're going to sleep. Recline your seat all the way back." He does. She also takes a blanket and puts it over herself, overlapping her blanket with his, and reclines her seat

"Now close your eyes" she says. He does. He feels her hand slowly move to his crotch under the blankets and start to stroke his cock through the fabric of his pants. He is so hard he just knows he is going to burst. She starts to try and unbutton his pants but has trouble since the pants are now so tight because of his erection.

"My nails are so long I can't unbutton your pants" she whispers. "Please help me." He unfastens his belt, and unbuttons his pants while she rubs and cups his genitals.

"Now relax" she says as she slowly lowers his zipper, "and remember, no matter what, you must be quiet." With her long nails jabbing and poking him in the most wonderful way she digs into his underwear and finally frees his straining cock. Slowly she strokes his cock up and down using only her nails. Then she concentrates just on the bulging head, lightly scraping and stroking. He has to bite his lip to keep from moaning. He feels her starting to poke one nail into the hole at the tip of his penis. He stiffens, wondering what she is going to do. "Relax" she says. She slowly inserts it a bit, moving it from side to side as she gently runs her nails up the shaft of his penis. She inserts the nail a bit deeper. He gasps. "Shh" she says.

"Do you like this?" she asks. He nods, his eyes closed. The pleasure is so intense. "Is this what you wanted?" she asks. Again he nods. "You and I, we're going to have lots of fun in Vegas" she whispers and slides her tongue in his ear. He had been so caught up in the moment that he had not even considered this! Good lord! If this could only go on and on for the whole trip!

She continues stroking and stroking, just with her nails, all the way up and down his shaft. Finally he can stand it no longer and erupts, spewing his molten fluid all over the underside of the blanket, and all over her beautiful hands. Lubricated with his own cum, she continues the stroking. His penis is now so sensitive that while she does this, the pleasure is so intense that he almost wants her to stop. Almost.

She cups the tip of his penis with her long thumbnail and moves it about. The rest of her beautiful, perfect nails curl around his shaft and gently stroke up and down. He wonders if he is going to get another erection so this absolute heaven can continue but his erection subsides. "You've made quite a mess" she says quietly. With her other hand she pulls a pocket size package of tissues from her purse. She pulls several out and starts to wipe off his penis slowly underneath the blanket, squeezing the tip gently. "I want to get every drop" she says smiling.

"Now that I've taken care of your needs, you need to take care of mine." She says.

"Yes, yes, anything" he says, wondering what would happen next.

"I'm going towards the lavatory at the rear of the plane. Wait exactly 5 minutes" she instructs him, "then walk on back and I'll meet you."

He removes the messy blanket, crams it under the seat in front of him, and gets up to let her out. She slides out with a smile and a "thank you" and walks towards the rear of the plane. He watches her walk for a bit in her high heels. What a beautiful ass he thinks to himself. Just look at her walk.

He sits back down and waits. There's no thinking about what is going to happen next. He knows he must. He has never wanted to do anything so bad in his entire life.

After the requested five minutes have gone by, he gets up and walks to the rear of the plane. No one really notices, they're all watching the movie. She's in the back, just casually staring out the window. There are no flight attendants near. There's no one in the lavatories. Everyone is watching the movie or sleeping. The drone of the engines is loud and muffles any sounds. They are alone. She reaches up to his shoulders and clutches them, digging her nails into him. She bends him down and kisses him gently at first, then thrusts her tongue eagerly into his mouth. Her breath is hot and sweet. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her to him and grabs that marvelous ass.

She reaches down with one hand and grips his crotch, her nails digging into his penis. He is already hard&emdash;again. With her other hand she reaches behind his head and bends his ear down to her mouth, all the time stroking the back of his head with her nails. She breaths into his ear "You love my nails don't you? I knew you'd get hard again&emdash;easy. All I have to do is touch you, or show you my nails and you get hard." She gripped his penis with just her nails for emphasis. "You're going to fuck me whenever and wherever I want. You make me happy, and I'll make you happy. Happier than you've ever been. Right now you're going to fuck me on this plane! Go in the lavatory and sit down on the toilet lid, I'll come in after you."

He knew he had to. He entered the lavatory, sat down, and closed the door but doesn't lock it. She looks around to be sure no one is watching, and then opens the door and squeezes in. It is very tight with both of them in the tiny lavatory. She manages to close the door and lock it, and turns to him with a smoldering look in her eyes...

HOW TO CAM CORD YOUR WAY TO MORE LONG NAILS

From Dc0007

I did several pictures with a hidden camera.. .A few of you have raised questions, asking me how I go about shooting a subject without them knowing it....The great part about doing it this way...is that you can keep going back to the same Burger King or shopping mall where she works...film her over and over again and no one but you knows you did it...And what a thrill to see your "catch" on video...Ya feel like ya got away with something...and you did!!!!

Some of you have the "camera zip" file...it is 2 pics of my camera bag...the bag cost me just $7. Pic #1 shows what the person you are shooting sees...just a bag you are carrying over your shoulder...notice the open pouch that is facing you?? there is a little battery operated TV in that pouch....much like a little walk man TV...this particular TV is actually a monitor for cam-corders..."Citizen" ($150) but i have used little cheap B+W battery operated TVs in the past and they work just fine...just make sure you have a way to plug your cam-corder into the TV so you can view your image without having to view it from the camera's own view finder...that wont work because the camera is inside the bag where no one can see it. (you can get everything you need including hook-up cables and the TV monitor at Radio Shack.)

QUESTION: "Wont the person see the bright light from the TV?"

ANSWER: NOPE...YOU MAKE A CARDBOARD HOOD TO GO AROUND THE TV FOR 2 REASONS....1) The hood will allow you to see the image under bright sunlight....

2)...the hood will prevent anyone but you from seeing the light or the image on the TV....just wrap a piece of   cardboard around the TV about 4" high...

All this stuff fits neatly in the front pouch of your bag, and you can close this pouch except for a 3" square opening that will allow you to watch the TV...just cut a little hole in the bag and feed the wires to your cam-corder. (black duct tape and a black or dark colored bag would be helpfull when customizing your bag). NYLON SHOULDER BAGS WORK BEST!!!!!!! (big pouch on both ends of the bag)

Pic 2 shows where you cut a round hole the size of your camera lens the hole gets cut underneath the pouch and no one can see this hole unless they stoop down to pick something up off the floor and look directly at it....when you are carrying the bag...it is not possible for someone to see the camera lens unless they are only about 2 feet tall. .because the pouch which is full (little TV monitor) is ABOVE the camera lens..

Tape the fabric around the cut hole to outside of your camera lens so the fabric doesn't cover the lens from time to time. this hole can be quite small...even smaller than the lens because when you zoom in on a subject...the camera only uses the very middle of the lens...not the full lens. but i have a hole about 2 1/2" big...no problem....believe me...no one can see the hole or the lens...look in a mirror when you wear the bag....you'll see what i mean.

it is a big plus to use a cam-corder that will auto focus through the lens instead of an image finder...if auto focus wont work like this on your camera...no problem...just stick your hand inside the bag and manual focus...

QUESTION: "Won't I look strange fumbling around inside my bag and standing in front of the long nailed girl who is talking on the pay phone?"

ANSWER: Nope...just pretend like you are looking for something...pull papers out of it from time to time...IE: Your camera is rolling on the chick...you are standing right there in front of her...she pays you no mind because your attentions are on finding something inside your bag...YOU DON'T EVEN NOTICE HER (she thinks....LOL:) when you get all set up..just pull something out of your bag and pretend to read it.

Your eyes are focused on that TV (in the front pouch) but she thinks you are just reading something, not even noticing her.

Here's a neat little trick I have tried many times. .it always works...Pretend you are from out of town...pull out a map and ask your long nailed subject to show you where the nearest shopping mall is...or if you are already in a mall...where is the next closest one? (you cant find the shoes you want here....LOL:) Hands. .and fingers...pointing all over that map...extreme close-ups....

Just a few suggestions on how to get more long nails into your lives....:)

Just some trends I've noticed recently and wondered if other nail-lovers agree. First, and I know this has been mentioned before-women with real long nails seem to be African American more frequently than other ethnic backgrounds. I haven't figured this one out yet. The other thing I realized the other day is women who work collecting money in toll booths, parking lots, and a few behind a movie ticket counter have a higher proportionate of long-taloned ladies. My guess is for the most part you only get to see their hands so they want to show that part of their body off. I get to do some travel in my job and while on a recent trip noticed this. I was driving on I-695 in Baltimore and had to go through a toll booth and pay a dollar. Out reached some two-inch daggers to retrieve my bill. I did get a glance of her face and saw an attractive, middle-aged black women. When I headed back and had to go through the toll again but in the opposite direction and different booth, another long-nailed black woman was working. This one had really long, claw-like nails, and were painted a variety of colors. I didn't get a good look at her face, but then don't remember looking up for it-I was memorized by her nails alone. I flew back home after that and as I was in line to pay for parking at the airport, I saw some of the longest nails extend out of the booth to collect money from the car in front. I felt my heart beat faster as I moved up to pay. She extended her three-inch beauties to collect my money. I handed her the money and drove off. I got about a mile away and before I reached the interstate had to turn around a go back for a second look. I was afraid she recognized me if I just drove in and drove out again and pay for 2-3 min so I parked and walked into the terminal for a soda. I was thinking about those long, curved nails while in line when I got an idea for maximum exposure. I asked for a dollars worth of change in nickels and dimes when I bought my soda. I waited for about 45 min to go by and walked out to my car again. I think I surprised her when I drove up as she was in the middle of filing her nails. This time I got a good look at her face and saw a fairly young, ok looking, African American woman. I extended my palm with the change in it and made her pick up the coins. I could feel her claw at my palm trying to pick up the coins. She had to make three grasps to get it all. I thought she dug in extra hard on her last scoop as she didn't seem happy about getting the money this way. I saw no one behind me so asked her the normal "Are those for real?" She extended them and gave me a front and back look and said "Deadly real!" She said her longest was three inches and shortest were her thumb nails which were two inches. She said she had them longer but had a harder time working with money and the cash register. I reached for my camera but didn't know what to say in trying to take a picture.This nail sighting will go down in the books as one of my best. I've thought about driving out to the airport again and take the chance she would be at work.

Yesterday I've talked with a girl who's very proud of her nails and has them over 1cm past the end of the finger, which is beautiful she gave me her phone number and told me an incredible story, 'candice-like': one day she & her mother were aggressed by a huge man with a gun he threatened her mother telling her to give her everything she had her mother did and after that he yelled at her : I'm gonna have this lady this, Isabelle could not stand and reacted instantly. she's now 38 and practices kung fu for 25 years, and this story was 10 years ago she wanted to kick him in the face but , yet she succeeded to throw his gun away, he suddenly attacked her and in one second he was above her, and very heavy she could not move then all she did was to throw her nails rapidly to his eyes, devastating them in one second only then she could escape and finished him by kicking his head violently in the end, the man lost an eye and his second eye was almost blind too .....

god what an incredible story!!! I thought this would interest you!

I've got her phone number and she was very interested in my fetishism because she LOVES her nails, and she loves to scratch of course she's not a killer... but I think when you mix martial arts & nails you can have powerful weapons! when I meet her (and I will) I'll let you know but she's quite far away (8/9 hour trip) so I'll have to wait!

 Frank, here is a tale of two nail sightings.

Nail Sighting Number One - I was at the airport terminal in Charlotte between flights. I was making strides toward my gate where I was to catch my connecting flight. I had a fair amount of time but not enough as you will come to realize in just a minute. As I was walking I did my customary watching of the ladies and as usual my radar was up for a long nail sighting.

Lately they have been so far and between that you start to wonder if you will ever see a long set again. Anyways as I was heading down a decline I noticed this black couple coming toward me. I instantly noticed features about the women that instinctively moved my eyes toward her fingers. It is amazing how you can pick them out. She was a classy looking African American, her hair was well braided, her make-up was just right, her clothes were tight fitting showing off a beautiful body. As I looked down at her hands my penis became instantly hard. It is amazing how fast that response takes with a long nail sighting. This women had 6" nails that had quite the curve to them. They were painted a crimson red that had me foaming at the mouth. The one hand was just hanging at her side giving me a full view of her nails, they were just outstanding. Her other hand was somewhat hidden by the baggage she was caring. When you make a good sighting you have to be careful about making sure the guy doesn't see you drooling over his wife's nails and so forth.

Anyways I let them pass me up and I have to make a quick decision, I make it look like I am looking for flight info on the monitors and slowly do a 180 degree turn. I quickly caught up with her and followed her at a close clip but not to close so not to bring about suspicion. I followed her all the way across the middle of the airport and down one wing before I had to turn around and head back to my gate. I just stared at these beautiful nails, 6" of pure delight right in front of my eyes. I had to carry by briefcase in front of my penis so noone would notice my huge erection. She moved her fingers from time to time giving me different vantage points. I was hoping she would stop off at a shop, that is where I really get to take a good look at the nails. She carried the thumb nail behind her hand indicating that the thumb nail had a huge curve to it. Anyways that is pretty much the end of that story, the rest is a huge fantasy in my mind.

Nail Sighting Number Two - I was leaving a golf tournament this past Sunday, walking across the parking lot when a white Pontiac slowly drove by. I noticed that it was an older woman, she had on a fur coat, she had blond hair and I noticed her hands on the wheel. At the end of her fingers were what appeared to be long nails but I couldn't be sure. My animal instincts and love for long nails got the better of me. I decided to follow her car across the parking lot because she looked as if she was looking for someone. I caught up with her around the first hole where she got out of her car to ask for some directions. When her hand hit the side of the car there they were, five beautiful crimson red nails about 1.5 inches in length. She was waving her hands all over the place and I was watching every move she made. It was amazing I saw other people noticing her nails as well, what a turn on. She got back in her car and started driving toward the other side of the parking lot, I followed her there on foot. She parked her car, locked it and headed toward a display tent. I decided to walk by the tent and steal a look, I got just a quick glance at her and her nails, she was helping a small group tear down the display tent. I noticed an ad for Carnival Cruise Lines when I went by. Today I called the Tournament Office and asked if they could tell me who set up that particular display and they were able to tell me. It belonged to a travel agency here in town, they were promoting a cruise line at this prestigious tournament. I got the address and headed down to the agency this afternoon. With my heart beating heavy with anticipation I watched for the address. I found the address and pulled into the lot and their was her car,

I couldn't believe it. I walked into the agency and there she was standing behind the back desk, in front of her was another gal who was fortunately on the phone. The woman asked me if she could help me, my heart was beating with anticipation. I calmly walked back to her and laid my business card down on her desk and introduced myself to her. I extended my hand to her which she took, at the end of all her fingers were beautiful crimson red 1.5 inch nails. I had to think quick in order to line up an extended conversation. I told her I was looking for cruise information and that I was also looking for an agency to work with our company. I sat down across from her with our faces maybe 4 feet apart. I leaned over her desk and left my hands near the middle of her desk. She was just a delightful woman, we got involved in all kinds of conversation. She loved to wave those nails all over the place and she touched me on the arm a number of times. She is 47 years old and owns the oldest agency in town. She talked about her earlier days when she wore wigs and didn't have long nails, I told her that I thought her nails were very beautiful, she took that as a compliment and thanked me.

A little later on I asked her who did her nails and she spoke of Nail Expo and a Vietnamese gal who does her nails. I asked her what was the longest she had ever had her nails and she responded about the length they are now.

I was with her for about 30 minutes, she handled forms in front of my face, she used those long talons to point out different things on the various froms and brochures, she would touch me. What an absolute delight, I couldn't believe my good fortune. She got married again a couple of years ago. She was telling me how she met this nice gentlman and that she is now married to him. She stated that if she hadn't met him that someone like me would have been perfect for her, my mind was in a whirlwind. This lady had a southernly charm that was second to none. I enjoyed every minute of my visit and hope to see her again. She is supposed to drop off some information at my office tommorrow morning. I won't hesitate to say something about her nails everytime I see her now. I also volunteered to assist her with some community work, what a price to pay for being side by side with a great set of nails. I would love to do lunch or dinner with her. I am going to write her a quick note thanking her for her time and tell her how delightful she was...

THE BLIND DATE

TOM AND I WERE GETTING READY FOR OUR DATES. WE WERE MEETING TOM'S GIRLFRIEND AND HER FRIEND, WHO WAS SUPPOSE TO BE MY BLIND DATE. I HAD NO IDEA OF WHAT SHE LOOKED LIKE, BUT I WAS TOLD SHE WAS CUTE AND VERY NICE. TOM AND I ARRIVED AT HIS GIRLFRIENDS HOUSE AND i WAS INTRODUCED TO JANE. SHE WAS A NICE LOOKING WOMEN THAT WAS IN GOOD SHAPE, BUT MOST OF ALL SHE HAD NICE NAILS, WHICH IS MY MAIN CRITERIA. JANE AND I GOT ALONG GREAT AS WE TALKED IN THE CAR ON OUR WAY TO DINNER. SHE CAUGHT ME SEVERAL TIMES STARING AT HER NAILS. THEY WERE ABOUT 2 INCHES LONG IN LENGTH AND HAD ABOUT A 60 DEGREE CURVE TO THEM, SO I KNEW THEY HAD TO BE STRONG. THE NIGHT WAS GOING GREAT, i HAD ALREADY COMPLIMENTED HER TWICE ON HER BEAUTIFUL NAILS. SHE THEN LEANED OVER AND ASKED ME, " DO MY NAILS TURN YOU ON?" I SAID, "YES, THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL." SHE THEN GRABBED MY HAND AND GENTLY RAN HER NAILS UP AND DOWN MY ARM, I WAS INSTANTLY HARD AND SHE KNEW IT. WE WHEN TO THE MOVIES NEXT, IT WAS HALLOWEEN SO WE WERE GOING TO SEE SOMETHING SCARY, THIS WOULD BE A PERFECT TIME TO FEEL HER NAILS HOLDING ON TIGHT. SHE HAD HER HAND ON MY KNEE AND I WAS ALREADY HARD, WE THEN SAW A SCARY SCENE AND SHE GRABBED THE INSIDE OF MY THIGH AND HER NAILS DUG IN, IT FELT GREAT. SHE NOTICED HOW MUCH I LIKED THAT AND BEGAN TO RUB HER NAILS UP AND DOWN MY LEGS AND GROIN AREA. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO EXPLODE. THE MOVIE ENDED AND WE WENT HOME, AS I WALKED HER TO THE DOOR I HAD TO GIVE HER A KISS. I STARTED TO KISS HER GOODNIGHT AND FELT HER NAILS DIGGING INTO THE BACK OF MY NECK, SHE THEN PULLED THEM TOWARD HER QUICKLY AND HARD LEAVING SCRATCH MARKS. SHE SAID, " THAT WILL GIVE

YOU SOMETHING TO REMEMBER ME BY." SINCE THAT NIGHT I HAVE BEEN SEEING JANE EVER SINCE AND WE PLAN TO GET MARRIED IN JULY, THERE IS A GOD. THANK YOU FOR JANE.

SABRINA BELADONNA  

She has 3 videos for sale - one of her alone is $100.  and two of her "nail- punishing"  men are $150. each.  If you her interested call her pager and she will return with a collect call.  1-213-508-2710  Be nice...  

Pay back Night. Tales from Arizona

"Sharp," she commented rather than asked. She extended her right hand to him, fingers flexed, smiling to tell him that she already knew the answer to her question.

Mechanically he touched each of the nails that extended from 2." to ? !" beyond her fingertips in succession. After he touched each, he affirmed her comment with a nod of his head and a gentle "whew."

"Sharp," he editorialized.

For the past hour she had set cross-legged on the bed as they watched television, shaping, honing, and sharpening the pastel- painted, natural. nails in which she took such great pride. He had watched the ritual countless times but it never ceased to amaze and consume him. He knew what came next. She was watching him as she finished up with a final few flourishes.

"Get ready," she commanded.

He slipped out of his underpants and lay spread-eagled naked on the bed.

"Get a towel," she ordered, "make sure you wet it down, we don't want blood on this bedspread, do we?"

Dutifully, he rose, secured a wetted towel and assumed his previous position on the bed. Effortlessly, she straddled him at his waist, placing her huge nail file to the side of the bed.

"Really," she asked with a cat-like grin.

"Ready," he replied, girding himself, wondering where and how she would start with what she called Saturday night pay back. "You'll think ready," she laughed.

She caught both his nipples between he thumb and fore nails and twisted violently. She pulled down, them up, and then to the side.

He groaned. But, as he opened his mouth in pain, she hooked both of the slightly curving thumbnails within the interiors of his cheeks and began stretching the skin up and out. He felt the nails break the skin inside his mouth and moaned. But as always the moaning never changed the tempo of the punishment. He felt his neck arch as his head was thrust up and back.

Suddenly, she changed positions, reclamping her right hand on his right nipple and continuing to pull up and out in his left cheek with her other hand.

Now the nails pulled him in two directions. He felt the pain grow unbearable. Then, a bright light exploded in his head as she released his right nipple.

The release had preceded a sharp, heavy slap that caught him across the exposed left side of his face. The blows fell on his face with a steady gathering intensity from her strong, long- fingered, richly-ringed hands. He heard the heavy silver bracelet on her arm jingled as her arm moved back and forth, only the slaps and his grunts breaking the silence of the bedroom.

Without warning, she again changed grips moving her right hand to his mouth, the left hand slapping. Again, the lights bolted through his head.

"Keep your hands at your sides," she sweetly directed," or else I'll have to get the cuffs and spreader bar."

The thought of those instruments and the torture that would follow kept his hands pinioned to his side.

"Tongue OUT!!, " She ordered . "Further," she ordered.

She caught his quivering tongue in her right hand, the claw like hand grasping, pulling and digging. She then placed four of the nails on her left hand against his closed eyelid and began to push his had back.

"Push and pull," she laughed, "You're actually torturing yourself. And you are already bleeding, my dear.

"Perhaps we can try a little something more," she said , sliding down his body. She regripped his cheeks in the fishhook grasp and pushed up. She then buried her head in his chest and begin biting his nipples alternately. Her 1/2" long toenails slashed against his exposed ankles.

"Pay back night, "she said ,raising her mouth from a throbbing nipple, You're really doing quite well. But we have plenty of time left, don't we. I think I'll sharpen my nails a little and then we can work on your back."

Gratefully, he rolled on his stomach as she reassumed her cross-legged position and began working once again on her nails.

I AM A WHITE, MIDDLE AGED, SUBMISSIVE MALE..........AND NOT ONLY DO I HAVE A FERVENT LONG NAIL FETISH, I ALSO HAVE, BY NATURE, A....SLAVE COMPULSION !! THAT IS TO SAY, I HAVE HAD, SINCE MY CHILDHOOD, THIS COMPULSION TO SERVE AS A SLAVE AND BE OWNED BY A LONG NAILED GODDESS, WITH MY ONLY RESPONSIBILITY TO SATISFY HER EVERY WHIM AND TAKE CARE OF HER NAILS, BOTH FINGERNAILS AND TOENAILS. T AM NOT ONLY OBSESSED WITH LONG, BEAUTIFUL, SHARP FINGERNAILS, BUT I HAVE A LONG TOENAIL AND FOOT FETISH AS WELL.

BUT NEEDLESS TO SAY, I CAN ONLY FANTASIZE ABOUT ALL OF THE ABOVE, IN THAT MY WIFE THINKS SUCH FANTASIES ARE PERVERTED.

HOWEVER, I HAVE BEEN ABLE OVER THE LAST FEW YEARS, WHAT WITH ALL THE "ALTERNATE LIFE STYLISTS" COMING OUT OF THE CLOSET

, SO TO SPEAK, BEEN ABLE TO PUT TOGETHER QUITE A COLLECTION OF "VISUAL AIDS" BY VIRTUE OF PHOTOGRAPHS, VIDEOS, AND EXCHANGES OF CORRESPONDENCE WITH A COUPLE OF LIKE MINDED FEMALES, NEITHER OF WHICH, I EVER HAD THE OPPORTUNITY OF MEETING FACE TO FACE. BUT, WHAT PINNACLES OF FASCINATION WERE REACHED THROUGH THEIR CORRESPONDENCE, PHOTOS AND VIDEOS.

SO MUCH FOR MYSELF.......NOW ON TO THE PURPOSE OF THIS LETTER.....THIS LETTER IS ADDRESSED TO ALL TEN OF THE MOST GORGEOUS CREATURES ON EARTH........ THOSE DELECTABLE, YET NEFARIOUS CREATIONS OF YOURS AT THE ENDS OF YOUR FINGERS AND THUMBS!!!!!!!

MY UTMOST HOPE IS THAT YOU ACTUALLY REALIZE THE POWER AND DOMINANCE YOU POSSESS IN THOSE ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE NAILS WITH THE LIKES OF SUBJECTS SUCH AS MYSELF. AND WHEN I SAY, "SUBJECT", I COULD BE UNDER YOUR SPELL AT THE MERE CLICK OF ONE OF THOSE NAILS.

SUSAN, TRUST ME, AS AN ARDENT ADMIRER OF LONG KEPT NAILS, I, AS A TRULY DEVOTED WORSHIPPER, CAN HONESTLY TELL YOU HOW MUCH A PERSON SUCH AS YOURSELF IS APPRECIATED AND ADMIRED....FOR I TRULY REALIZE HOW MUCH PATIENCE AND DEDICATION GOES INTO THOSE CREATIONS OF ART YOU HAVE IN YOUR POSSESSION. THE MONTHS AND YEARS OF DAILY, PAINSTAKING CARE THAT THEY MUST BE GIVEN; THE PAMPERING AND TENDER LOVING CARE REQUIRED EVERY WAKING MOMENT; AND THE RESTRICTIONS OF MANY DAILY ROUTINES THAT MOST PEOPLE WOULD TAKE FOR GRANTED. ONE MUST REALIZE THE PATIENCE A FEMALE SUCH AS YOURSELF MUST HAVE ON A DAILY

BASIS TO REALIZE AND PRESERVE HER PROJECT OF GROWING LONG NAILS. I KNOW THAT THE CHALLENGE INCREASES WEEKLY AND I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE THE MONTHLY EVER INCREASING PRECAUTIONS THAT MUST BE TAKEN IN THAT WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT A SINGLE PROJECT HERE, BUT WE ARE TALKING ABOUT TEN PROJECTS........ Simultaneously! ! ! !

THAT IS WHY A NAIL GODDESS SUCH AS YOURSELF SHOULD HAVE AND MOST CERTAINLY DESERVES, A MALE SLAVE IN HER KINGDOM, WHO IS AGREEABLE AND WILLING TO BOW AND WORSHIP THEM AND TAKE CARE OF HIS QUEEN'S EVERY WHIM AND CHORES SO AS TO PROTECT HER WORKS OF ART.

IF THE SITUATION WERE POSSIBLE, THIS PERSON WOULD BE MORE THAN WILLING TO BE SUCH A SLAVE, JUST TO BE IN THEIR PRESENCE. JUST THINK.....MOST SLAVES SERVE ONLY ONE MISTRESS. BUT IN YOUR CASE, HE COULD HAVE "TEN" MISTRESS' TO ATTEND TO , TAKE CARE OF AND KEEP PACIFIED. I, EVEN NOW, FANTASIZE HOW

INGENIOUS IT WOULD BE TO GIVE EACH OF THEM THEIR OWN INDIVIDUAL NAME, THEIR OWN INDIVIDUAL PERSONALITY SO TO SPEAK SO THAT I WOULD KNOW WHICH OF THEM YOU WERE SPEAKING OF WHEN ONE OF THEM NEEDED ATTENTION.

WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY........THEY ARE ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE!!!!......AWESOME !!!....BEYOND COMPREHENSION !!l. ..THE EIGHTH WONDER OF THE WORLD !!! NOT ONLY ARE THEY A BEAUTY TO BEHOLD, BUT AS I SAID ABOVE, THEY ARE NEFARIOUS !!!.....FOR I ALSO LOOK AT THEM AS ......."LETHAL WEAPONS"......APTLY SUITABLE FOR INFLICTING DOZENS AND DOZENS OF DIFFERENT TYPES OF INGENIOUS TORTURES AND PAIN UPON A HAPLESS, DISLOYAL SLAVE. MY IMAGINATION CAN REALLY RUN WILD UP THIS STREET OF FANTASY.

BUT NOW, BACK TO THE "REAL" WORLD.....THIS LETTER IS FOR THE PURPOSE OF EXPRESSING MY SINCERE LOVE FOR YOUR ONE OF A KIND CREATIONS OF SUCH EXQUISITE ART. I CAME TO KNOW THEM THANKS TO FRANK OF N.T.C. AND HE STATED THAT IF I REALLY ADORED AND ADMIRED THEM, TO WRITE YOU A LETTER EXPRESSING MY APPRECIATION.

I KNOW THAT I WOULD NEVER HAVE THE HONOR OF ACTUALLY BEING IN THEIR PRESENCE OR TO TOUCH AND FEEL OF THEM, BUT JUST THE PRIVILEGE OF BEING ABLE TO JUST SIT IN AWE AND JUST LOOK AT PICTURES OF THEM IN ADORATION IS REWARDING ENOUGH FOR YOUR HUMBLE SUBJECT. IN FACT, THIS PRIVILEGE FAR EXCEEDS MOST OF MY COMRADES WITH THESE FANTIZATIONS.

IN CLOSING, I HAVE ONE COMPELLING CURIOSITY FOR FEMS WHO POSSESS SUCH POWERS AS YOURSELF.....AND THAT IS, DO YOU ALL ACTUALLY REALIZE THE ABSOLUTE CONTROL AND MASSIVE POWERS YOU HOLD OVER ALL SUCH ADMIRERS AS MYSELF????.....HOW MUCH YOUR CREATIONS CAN MESMERIZE ONE OF YOUR SUBJECTS BY HIS MERELY "LOOKING" AT PICTURES OF THEM FOR HOURS AT THE TIME????.... HOW YOU COULD TOTALLY DOMINATE SUCH A SUBJECT BY THE MERE TAPPING OF A NAIL ON A HARD SURFACE?????

I AM GOING TO SEND THIS LETTER TO FRANK AND ASK HIM TO FORWARD IT TO YOU AND HOPE THAT I HAVE ENLIGHTENED YOU SOMEWHAT AS TO HOW YOU AFFECT AND WHAT YOU DO TO CERTAIN OTHER PEOPLE OUT HERE. I DO NOT KNOW TO WHAT EXTENT YOU ARE INVOLVED IN THIS, BUT IF YOU ARE INTO SELLING PHOTOS OR HAVE OTHER VIDEOS, OR ARE INTERESTED IN ORCHESTRATING ANOTHER CUSTOM VIDEO WITH SCENARIOS PROVIDED BY THE CLIENT, THEN YOU CAN SUBMIT A RESPONSE TO

IN SUMMATION, MY MOST HEARTFELT THANKS AND APPRECIATION GOES OUT TO YOU.....MY HAT'S OFF TO A LADY WHO HAS THE PRIDE TO TAKE MONTHS AND YEARS OF SUCH PAINSTAKING DEVOTION TO CREATING, WHAT I CALL, REAL PIECES OF ART......WHO I HOPE IS REWARDED BY MORE THAN JUST GAZES OF UTMOST AWE BY ADMIRERS OF SUCH (LIKE MYSELF). HOPE IT WILL BE POSSIBLE TO SEE A LOT MORE OF THEM IN THE FUTURE!!!!

I can not tell you in enough words how much your sexy nails turn me on!! The thought of you caressing with those works of wonder in the right places has me burning inside. I could picture yourself and I sitting across from each other at a plush restaurant and me just admiring the way you would smoke a cigarette and drink a glass of Dom. Frank has been kind enough to take a lot of his precious time to put together one of the finest fetish pages I have ever seen and we are privileged to have your sexy talons grace the page. I would personally like to see you and Susan do a video together. That would absolutely drive me nuts!! The name for it could be "A Battle of the Titans". I have had a fetish for sheer nylons and spike heels for a long time also. (I must be normal) The thought of you putting on some "full fashioned" sheer nylons and some 5" heels with your beautiful hands and nails would probably give me a cardiac arrest. (Might be a great idea for a future video). The only thing I wish I could experience is to be next to you while you are donning the lingerie, with your eyes seductively glued on mine hinting on what is to come later! Those beautiful hands and nails gliding up and down my member would have me in hysterics. I am going to stop now before my hunger increases and get back to work. This office is not big enough for Frank's page and Jami's gorgeous nails!!

I am an EMT for the local volunteer ambulance service we did a job(had a call) about 2 weeks ago man difficult breathing when we got there we found 2 people sparsely covered in blood not a lot but blood anyhow we ask all the right questions and we find out the guy and his girl were just moving into anew apt and we were told that he slipped and hurt his back due to a prior accident he was on medications that made him slightly drowsy and we all asked where did all the blood come from she had some on her too you don't get blood on you from hurting your back I noticed his face because I had to clean it and lo and behold there underneath all that blood there were scratches!! and I mean the good kind, at least you and I would think so.

I asked him where did they come from (because I wanted the same kind) and he said- get this "oh my cat did this" and I look at his woman's hands and she had great nails not too long but very curved and bloody for this kind of injury there was a lot of blood I pulled her aside and I asked her did you do this? She said yes, they had a fight and I guess she won. I cleaned her hands as well and I told her that these are weapons and somebody could get hurt  and I felt that was far enough, well he went to the hospital and she got locked up for the night. I just saw the same couple in a seven eleven about 30 min ago and neither one recognized me so I went up to them and told them who I was and they both thanked me and the ambulance crew but what got me was he had new CLAW MARKS ON HIS FACE AGAIN, THEY ARE AT IT AGAIN and these looked fresh(within 2 days or so) wow what a wench.

First, some early experiences. I remember this girl at summer camp who had grown her nails long and called them her weapons. She used to warn the guys that if they got on her bad side she would use her nails to hurt them. On a bus ride this guy sitting next to her was teasing her and she got pissed off. She pinned his head against the seat and dug her nails into his face. She used all five nails and wouldn't quit for a long time. The guy was helpless while she dug her nails in hard. She kept digging her nails in and asking him if he would give up. When she finally stopped, she was smiling at the damage she had done. He had five crescent-shaped gouges on his cheeks and forehead. He was scared. I saw him over the next couple of weeks and could always see the scabs left on his face. I actually wished it had been me!

I also had many encounters with my best friend's sister. We used to wrestle in the pool or around the house and it would sometimes get serious. I used to intentionally get her mad because she always used her nails to get even. She used to give me the "eagle claw" in which she would dig her nails into my scalp hard until I would give in. Many days I would go home with long, red welts extending across my chest and stomach. A couple of years ago I got together with the hairdresser who had been cutting my hair for about 6 months. She has always had long nails, about 3", so I always looked forward to seeing her. We had talked about her amazing nails off and on, but the last time I pursued it further. I told her that her nails were really gorgeous and asked how else she has worn them. She told me that when she was feeling wild she had had them over 4" long, and painted black. I asked if she had ever made them sharp and she said "yes"!. I told her that I thought that would be beautiful and I'd like to take her out on a date with her nails like that. She took me up on it!

When we went on our first date she went all out with the wicked look. She had on black high heels and a black dress with a big slit on the side. Best of all, her nails were as promised, and I was mesmerized with how sharp they looked. I had never actually seen long nails filed sharp before, so I was in heaven. She is one of those kind of girls who touches you on the arm a lot when she talks. She kept doing it during dinner, and with her nails filed sharp she would inevitably scratch me now and then. She even carved a small picture in the butter with her pinkie nail. I remember wishing that she would carve something in my back with one of those gorgeous nails. When we were leaving the restaurant, walking at each other's side, her hand swung back when mine was swinging forward and her nails lightly punctured the back of my hand. She apologized profusely, but I think she could tell I liked it. She commented that I should see what she can inflict if she tries and I was almost floored. This was the ice-breaker that led us to explore this later. When I took her home she made this catlike gesture of scratching me with a clawed hand while making a hissing sound. Then she smiled and laughed and we said goodnight.

I couldn't wait to take her out again. I kept fantasizing about her as this wicked catwoman. Our next date ended with the best sexual experience I've ever had. That night she raked my body all over, especially my shoulders and back. She did this cool thing where she would sit on my hips and dig her nails into my pecs and keep clinching her fingers. I had all of these little holes in the flesh on my chest because her nails were filed sharp. She would lightly drag her nails across my face and through my hair. She would also let me suck on her beautiful fingers and nails a lot. She would put her long, curved thumbnails in my mouth and poke into my tongue and inside of my cheeks. I even got to lick chocolate syrup off her nails. God she was awesome.

Susan, Yours are the best nails I've ever had the pleasure to see. The length, the curve, and the color are perfect. If I were with you I'd tell you all the time how gorgeous your nails are. Oh, how I'd love to suck and kiss each nail. If I were the guy in the supermarket, I would have gotten down on my knees. I'm imagining spending hours massaging your back, neck, and legs and then you scratching me how you please, soft or hard. You look into my eyes, your smile fades into seriousness, and you claw at me. Please let me be your scratching post!

Dear Long Nailed Jamie, let me start out by saying thank you on behalf of all the nail lovers out there. From where I come from and from where I have been the long nail sightings are far and few between. About a year ago I was lying in bed surfing the Internet. I have always been a fan of beautiful nails. I am currently 40 and can remember this infatuation with long nails since early childhood. Anyway, out of the blue I decided to type in "fingernails" and lo and behold I found a long nails page. I couldn't believe my great fortune. There were some incredible pictures to look at, I could save them and look at them anytime I wanted. The page kind of faded with time and then Frank got his page going and should be credited with putting together an absolutely incredible page. When I first saw the pictures of you I was truly impressed. The shorter nails you have come across as a beautiful pink on my monitor. They look well manicured, well shaped, and absolutely sexy. The longer nails which are a real turn on come over my screen as being painted a combination of white and black. I had to write so I could get a taste of even more. I don't get into the violence or the blood stuff that I seem to be reading more and more of. I would love to hold your hands and massage your palms and work my way up your fingertips. I can imagine doing this with your beautiful nails right in front of my face.

I can picture you gently scratching my entire body with your nails. I can picture you caressing your entire body with your fingers and nails fully extended. There are so many attractive things I look for in a female. I can appreciate beautiful hair, lips, cheek bones, beautiful breasts, a great abdomen, a great set of legs but the one feature that stands out for some reason is a beautiful set of nails. I love longer nails, the longer the better. My favorite picture on the Amazing Nail Page is of the lady with her nails hanging over the table edge. You can see part of her legs in the picture. Like yours they are long, slightly curved, beautifully painted, etc. There is something sensuous about a beautiful set of nails. I look forward to receiving your tape. I hope that Frank will put some more pictures of you on the page. Keep up the great work and I challenge you to present all of us nail lovers with more and more exciting views of your nails.

Why do I have a long nail fetish...

HI JAMIE, I JUST HAVE TO SAY YOUR NAILS ARE AN ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE. THEY'RE GROWN TO PERFECTION. I WOULD DO ANYTHING TO FEEL THOSE TEN BEAUTY'S ON EVERY INCH OF MY BODY. I DON'T THINK I COULD MAKE IT THOUGH A DATE WITHYOU WITHOUT PASSING OUT. I CAN IMAGINE STARING A YOUR NAILS DURING DINNER, FEELING THEM WHILE WE HOLD HANDS, AND WHEN THEY TOUCH MY CHEST OR BACK 1 WOULD PROBABLY EXPLODE. I HOPE YOU REALIZE THE POWER YOUR NAILS HAVE PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY OVER ANY MAN. NAILS like YOURS ARE SO HIGHLY DESIRED THAT MOST MEN WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU JUST TO FEEL OR BE AROUND SUCH A EXOTIC HAND. I HOPE TO SEE MORE PICTURES AND HERE MORE STORIES OF YOUR WONDERFUL NAILS.

THE BLIND DATE

TOM AND I WERE GETTING READY FOR OUR DATES. WE WERE MEETING TOM'S GIRLFRIEND AND HER FRIEND, WHO WAS SUPPOSE TO BE MY BLIND DATE. 1 HAD NO IDEA OF WHAT SHE LOOKED LIKE, BUT I WAS TOLD SHE WAS CUTE AND VERY NICE. TOM AND I ARRIVED AT HIS GIRLFRIENDS HOUSE AND I WAS INTRODUCED TO JANE. SHE WAS A NICE LOOKING WOMEN THAT WAS IN GOOD SHAPE, BUT MOST OF ALL SHE HAD NICE NAILS, WHICH IS MY MAIN CRITERIA. JANE AND I GOT ALONG GREAT AS WE TALKED IN THE CAR ON OUR WAY TO DINNER. SHE CAUGHT ME SEVERAL TIMES STARING AT HER NAILS. THEY WERE ABOUT 2 INCHES LONG IN LENGTH AND HAD ABOUT A 60 DEGREE CURVE TO THEM, SO I KNEW THEY HAD TO BE STRONG. THE NIGHT WAS GOING GREAT, I HAD ALREADY COMPLIMENTED HER TWICE ON HER BEAUTIFUL NAILS, SHE THEN LEANED OVER AND ASKED ME, " DO MY NAILS TURN YOU ON?" I SAID, "YES, THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL." SHE THEN GRABBED MY HAND AND GENTLY RAN HER NAILS UP AND DOWN MY ARM, I WAS INSTANTLY HARD AND SHE KNEW IT. WE WHEN TO THE MOVIES NEXT, IT WAS HALLOWEEN SO WE WERE GOING TO SEE SOMETHING SCARY, THIS WOULD BE A PERFECT TIME TO FEEL HER NAILS HOLDING ON TIGHT. SHE HAD HER HAND ON MY KNEE AND I WAS ALREADY HARD, WE THEN SAW A SCARY SCENE AND SHE GRABBED THE INSIDE OF MY THIGH AND HER NAILS DUG IN, IT FELT GREAT. SHE NOTICED HOW MUCH I LIKED THAT AND BEGAN TO RUB HER NAILS UP AND DOWN MY LEGS AND GROIN AREA. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO EXPLODE. THE MOVIE ENDED AND WE WENT HOME, AS I WALKED HER TO THE DOOR I HAD TO GIVE HER A KISS. I STARTED TO KISS HER GOODNIGHT AND FELT HER NAILS DIGGING INTO THE BACK OF MY NECK, SHE THEN PULLED THEM TOWARD HER LUCKILY AND HARD LEAVING SCRATCH MARKS. SHE SAID, " THAT WILL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO REMEMBER ME BY." SINCE THAT NIGHT I HAVE BEEN SEEING JANE EVER SINCE AND WE PLAN TO GET MARRIED IN JULY, THERE IS A GOD. THANK YOU FOR JANE.

Dear Susan,

When I read about your videotape in NTC#8 regarding Frank's remark that yours are the best long nails he has ever seen, I nearly went bezerk. I imagined that your nails were so exquisite, so perfect, so desiring to be worshipped by me. I have always loved very long nails since I was four years old (now 47) and I thought that I was the only one in the world for most of me life with such a fetish. I thought no one on earth could have such a powerful preoccupation with long beautiful nails. Thanks to Frank, I have learned that a small number of other nail freaks exists around the world for which I am eternally grateful. Frank is the Nail Guru and we must thank him for all his efforts. So when he mentioned that your nails are great, I know they are great!!! And when I read that you sometimes will hold your hand out the window of your truck, I jerked off for the fourth time thinking of you and your nails. I love the sight of a long-nailed hand limply hanging out of a car window as if nonchalantly showing the world these are the most incredible nails on earth and it's no big deal to me but I know that all you guys out there would love to just feel them on your skin. I'm jittery just typing this thinking about you and your gorgeous nails. I would love the opportunity to worship you and your nails, to caress them, to lick them, to suck on them, to be scratched and hurt by them. I would love to hear about your long-nailed sisters "on-line" and just have a rendezvous with all of you and be turned to jelly just by the sight of all the long nails. I would love for you to be the queen with us as the long nail worker bees following you around at a nail convention. I would love for you to dress up in a tight skirt, high heels, tights, etc. and tease me to death with your nails. I know you can do it. I am totally at your mercy, Susan, without even seeing you. Please accept me as one of your faithful, your loves, yours to do with whatever... I will be eternally thankful.

Yours in long nail heaven,

Hi Jami,

First, let me just tell you that your nails are truly unbelievable and I'm sure this is not the first, nor the last time that you will hear this. I did see you on Donahue and was just so captivated by those wonderful, long and beautiful nails. I was wishing that it was my face on which you placed your nail. So, what is this phenomenon of long nail worship which we are seeing? What does it mean? I can only say that for me, I have been extremely attracted to the look of long fingernails. I am 37 and it's been like forever that I've experienced this enthrallment with them. I don't know why and probably never will understand the cause or source of it. As far as the fetishistic aspect, I'm not really sure what thatmeans. I can, of course, only speak for myself and I would like to give you some insight into my own experience. It is, however, so exciting to see that there are others who also have the same "fetish", and also exciting to see the many various ways in which it is experienced.

I guess a more accurate definition, for me, as a nail fetishist, is that I get profoundly turned on by the sight of long nails. Long nails can be from an inch long to a foot long and beyond. I am married to a wonderful woman and have been for 12 years. She was

my first and only partner I have ever had. She is un-talonded. Never had `em, never will. No natural, no fake. Will not do it. I have come to terms with this in my own head (kind of) or at least have realized it's not her thing and not to push it. I am learning to separate reality from the fantasies inside. She is aware of my "fetish" and has also learned to accept it for what it is. Parenthetically, she is a sexy lady and we have no problems otherwise. What I'm getting at is that although long nails are such a turn on for me and I wish she had them, this does not cause a problem in bed. I understand that for others, it is a more deeper problem and that long nails are a prerequisite. This has been a concern for me, but I've dealt with it.

So, through the years, I have tried to get to see long nails on women, and unfortunately, it's not something you see every day. Until I got on the Net, I thought it was just me who had this obsession. Here now, I see more and more means by which I can see long nails via Web pages and so on. Specifically, The NTC page has made available the tape which you have created and naturally, it is something that would be so very enjoyable to me. Just to see your nails and you displaying them for us to see is so exciting and I will truly value it tremendously.

Summarily, I think it is really impossible to explain what this "nail fetish" thing is all about. For each of us, it means something different. Having spoken with a few fellow nail fanciers, I can see that we average people who just have a thing for the long nail look and enjoy it, extremely so. I would also like, very much, to answer any of your questions about my experience with this or anything else you may be curious to know. Please feel free to e-mail me directly or through Frank. He can provide you my e-mail address. In advance, I'd like to thank you for your efforts to share something that I (we) value so much. You are truly kind and I hope I have shed a little light on a subject that I, personally, had never been able to share before. Thank you so much.

Chapter 1

"Honey, I have something to tell you"

Steve looked at his watch. It was almost noon. Time for the daily walk. "Highlight of the day", he thought to himself. Get some fresh air, some exercise and maybe a some decent sightings. "They ought to pass a law, requiring women to wear their nails at least an inch long. Wonder if it would pass through Congress.

Wonder if any senators are long nail lovers, too", he pondered. Steve is a really nice guy. Even tempered, good worker, good husband and father. He often wondered if there were others out there. Those who were so overpowered by the sight of a woman with long, curvy fingernails. Do they get weak-kneed at the sight of long, gorgeous nails? Do their hearts beat incredibly fast, to the point that they feel faint?

Do their throats tighten up to where it is almost impossible to swallow? Maybe it's just me. I wonder if I'll ever know the feeling of the touch of a long nail, tracing the contour of my body. To hold such an endowed hand and to examine each and every nail at all possible aspects. Such a fantasy. But it was only that.

Steve has a wonderful woman for a wife. Terrific lover, great mom. Is everything that a man could want in a wife. There is, however, one exception for Steve. Her short nails. After having been married for 4 years, he had decided to reveal his secret to her.

What would her reaction be? He wondered if she would consider him a pervert or or psychologically challenged at least. It was a chance he was willing to take, at the risk of changing the relationship for better or for worse.

He recalled how they lay in bed, cuddling. He was considering how he would begin. He began to tremble with nervousness and she noticed. "What's wrong? How come you seem so nervous.?" Steve began, "Honey, I have something to tell you but I don't know where to begin." (I wonder how many of you have had the same moment in your lives.) She told him to continue and so he proceeded, "There is a secret fetish I have that I have never told anyone about. It is very difficult to tell you because I don't know what you'll think about it, or me. I guess I'll just go ahead in tell you. Long fingernails drive me wild. I'm so much turned on by them that I can't stand it, sometimes." She looked stunned and replied, "But I don't have them. Does this mean I don't turn you on. It's just NAILS? Wow. I never realized. You need help." This wasn't exactly the response that Steve was hoping for. In fact, he had thought that perhaps she would be understanding and even accommodate his fetish, once in a while. He then found out that she hated the look of long nails. She would never wear them and he could either live with that or not.

So, he wished that he had never spilled his guts. From that day, there had always been that rift between them. Not enough for a divorce, especially with two young kids. But Steve needed to satisfy his fetish somehow. Magazines, videos, and WWW helped.

He still realized that he would never have his fantasies come true.

So Steve left the office for his daily stroll. He took the elevator down to the first floor and began this fateful walk. Maybe I'll see someone walking down the street with 6 inch tapered talons and I can follow her, eyes glued to her nails. Hasn't happened yet, but you never know, do you? He followed the same route everyday. Down to the corner, then to the left, towards "Star Nails". Every day, Steve would walk by and glance to his left, through the window of the nail salon, hoping to get a glimpse of a great nail job, going on. Fortunately, they have the table right near the front window, so it was a great viewing place. Steve tried to be discreet as he strolled by the window,  hoping not to be noticed. This day would turn out quite different, however.

As he walked past the nail salon, he glanced in the window and noticed that nail tech with the 3 inch nails working on a client. He hoped each day to get to see her doing her magic. Maybe got to see her once or twice in a week. He continued to walk past and towards the mall when he heard a voice from behind. "Excuse me. Can I talk to you for a second?" He turned around and saw his favorite nail tech was calling him. His heart pumped, his knees weakened. He wondered why she was calling to him.

Maybe this was all a dream. He blinked a few times and realized it was real. She was real. He walked towards her and asked what it was she wanted to talk about. He realized that she noticed him glancing in. But don't people usually glance in at windows as they walk by? "Don't be nervous. Come on inside and let's talk." She took him into the salon and into an office in the back. She invited him to sit down. He wondered what was going to happen next. Was she going to call the cops? No. What had he done wrong? Then she smiled and said, "I've noticed that everyday at this time, you walk by and glance in the window. You never stop, though. Could you explain what's going on?" Steve was shaking and he began to speak in a nervous stutter. "I just, I mean I like, um it's only that I" and before he could say another word, she finished for him. "You like long nails, don't you? Really turns you on, doesn't it." She said this all with a big smile on her face and he didn't know what to make of it. It was all happening as if in a dream. "You like my nails, don't you?

You like how looong and curved they are. Isn't it true?" Steve could barely stand it. She placed her hands on the desk before him. "Enjoy them. Feel free to hold my hands. Touch my nails. Caress them. It's ok." And so he did. "They are so strong, aren't they. Hold your hands out, palms up," she said. She began to lightly scratch the surface of his palms and he came to complete erection. He fidgeted in his chair and she smiled again, knowingly. "You must be totally aroused by now," she laughed. "I bet I know what you would like." It was true. She absolutely did. But does he go further. Where would this lead? He was so excited at this moment that he didn't care about anything else but to feel those nails all over his body. Scratching him up and down and around.

And that she did, with such skill that he felt as if he'd entered heaven. Her magical hands worked him over. Her gentle scraping of his tender penile skin made him shiver with pure arousal. And she proceeded with her "hand job" until he was empty and  satisfied. When they had finished, he felt so good. Was this all a dream. He knew it was real. But sometimes, reality is cruel. As they walked out of the office, he realized his worst possible fear. There, standing in the doorway was his wife. And if looks could kill, Steve would be no more. He then began to see that this all had been a setup, a test, and that he didn't quite pass and this meant trouble.

Dear Jami,

I want to thank you for sharing your wonderfully gorgeous long fingernails with all of us. I don't know about other men out there, but I've been fantasizing about you every day since your pictures graced the Internet I imagine that you are my girl, and all the other men out thcrc want to get a glimpse of you and touch your nails and arc extremely jealous of me. I would love the feel of your nails all over my body, I would sharpen them for you, color them in the sexiest colors, then let you run them up and down my entire aching body. My nipples are especially sensitive, and would love to have your nails scratch them, you can then pinch both of them between the nails of your thumbs and forefingers, this makes me tingle with delight I would then imagine you're slowly unzipping my pants with your nails and reaching in to my private parts with all 5 razor sharp nails.......

I have just died and gone to heaven....... Love forever......

Dear Susan,

I would like to thank you for your wonderful gift of showing off your lovely and magnificent nails on the Internet. I for one have enjoyed looking at them almost every day. My wish is that one day I will be lucky enough to know you in person and be able to touch and feel those 10 gorgeous nails. I would love to kiss and then lick each one of them sloooowly and get my tongue between the nails and the tip of your fingers, this really gets my temperature rising. I would love for us to get naked together on a moon lit night at the beach, we would go into the water and you would have your nails rake both of our bodies, running them up and down my arms, my back and then my chest, circling and pinching my nipples. Your nails will then stroke and caress my private parts sending me into a world of ecstasy and heavenly delights.

This of course if I could only know you in person......in the meanwhile, I just have to keep dreaming of it....... Love forever........

Dear Goddess Jami!

Hi! Let me tell you the power you have on those fingers of yours!! To men anyway, those long nails of yours are like magic to us! When we see them it is totally impossible for us NOT to look at or stare! I have a quick question to ask, Do you think that long nails go along with 5" spiked stiletto shoes in the fashion world? I think that combo is excellent!! But anyway, I would do ANYTHING you would ask me to just to even get a look at those beautiful nails of yours and for you to rub those nails on my skin I would faint right there. It has always been my dream to feel nails as long and beautiful as yours on my skin, that's why I can't wait to see your tape so I can adore your beautiful nails as well as your beautiful sexy body!!! Please don't ever cut your nails - the length you have is perfect!! I hope you do more video's (maybe with Susan or ?? something KINKY) because I love long nails as you know and I wish I could just kiss yours finger-by-finger and be your slave! This fetish is very popular now more than ever since this page and is really cool!!! It's the BEST fetish I ever had heard about - Please listen to us men - we Love long fingernails whether or not we all admit to it- well, that's another story. I am glad that I had the opportunity to write a store to you about my feelings about your nails & can't wait to see your tape!!!

Next! I won't try to lie to you. Long fingernails are just plain sexy. I really don't know why. Maybe it is the danger they represent. Maybe it's some childhood thing. I don't know and I really don't care. Long fingernails just drive me wild and I think this is the case for a lot more men then admit it. Many who may deride your long lovely nails will go home and fantasize about them. They really wish that you would reach over and scratch their arm, or chin, or anywhere.

You must be used to people staring at and asking about your nails. Other women are threatened by you because they know men are attracted to you and your nails. Men stare because they want you. You could be wearing anything and your nails make you sexy. Then typical sexy clothing only enhance it.

You should continue to grow your nails long because- it's sexy, and everyone wants to be sexy.

JAMI

What a rare and beautiful woman you are that you have a talent and gift to excite that few women understand and appreciate. Some men are spell bound by the sight of long, pampered nails, polished to perfection and glistening in the light with the color of passion. It is quite literally as if the woman is displaying her sexuality through her fingertips. Like the many adornments that enhance a woman's natural allure like makeup, jewelry, high heels, revealing clothes and lingerie, nails like yours heighten and contrast the sexual differences between man and woman and excite the passion. Your nails are like beacons radiating excitement to those males who can respond. And we do respond in a big way if you know what I'm saying. In fact, nails like yours can be as hot a turn on as anything about a woman. Why? Well why do breasts or hot red lips or garters and heels, or any other visual queues excite? Because they accentuate the sexuality of the female and your long nails do it better than any I have seen. So please, keep up your great nails. Paint them red hot, and keep the thrills coming!

Dear Jami,

You have absolutely incredible nails!!! I'm a long nail lover-unless they're over an inch long I usually don't bother to look again. I was casually scanning the NTC page when your nails appeared-they took my breath away. Frank said you're new to this nail fetish thing. Let me give you my perspective. I consider myself an average nail lover. When I'm out where there are lot's of people-mall, airport, concert, etc I usually look at a woman's hands first, then make my way to their chest or behind (depending on direction she's facing). If she doesn't have long nails but has a great body I'll continue to watch her for a while before someone else show's up. However, if she has long nails, I stop there. Fortunately, most women who grow their nails long seem to take care of the rest of themselves too. I think you make my assumption true-great nails and great looking too! You have more power over a nail lover than the average guy. We will do any thing you ask just to stay in your presence and admire your nails. We hope you like us and will use your nails on us. Where the average guy probably would like you to softly scratch his back with your nails, we consider them talons or claws and want you to rake our complete body, drawing blood as you rip into our flesh. We also would crave for you to scratch our shaft with one hand while needling our balls with your other five nails. There's nothing like the ecstasy I feel while having sex with a long-nailed woman who digs her weapons into to my back, lightly at first, but then with increasing passion. Then, at that magic, moment digs them into to my back while we both come. I hope you have a better understanding of what a nail fetish is about.

Susan, the first thing I thought when I saw your picture was OH MY GOD!! Perfect nails. You fingernails are truly beautiful. And wicked looking too. Then you have great legs in high heels as well. I am the one from the grocery store. If that was me I would have fallen to my knees to kiss your wonderful nails. Maybe he was more of a behind closed door kind of guy.

As for me, I would love to be your scratching post slave and door mat. You could use your long nails and heels however you wished. When we are out you could tease me and draw attention to your nails as much as you wish. Pulling food apart with your nails would make me crazy. Feeding me small pieces. If I displeased you a good squeeze with your nails or a shove with your heels would bring quick submission from me.

Once home I would be yours totally. I would lay at your feet, so that you could wipe them clean. You could flex your hands and beautiful nails as much as you wish...

Susan, I have this fantasy of you and I eating dinner at a restaurant. We have a bottle of red wine and you casually point out that wine is as dark as your nails. You add to this statement by subtly clicking the crystal glass with your nail tips. BUT, of course my red is BLOOD red. She was not smiling. I guess I should be used to THAT color by now. I ask "Oh, they can be as dangerous as they are beautiful?" up to this point I just thought myself lucky to be going out with such a beautiful woman. I had tried not to make my staring at her beautiful nails so obvious. But, this was far too much for me too take.

Are you kidding? She said, do you see how LONG these are?? (emphasis on the word long) with that she stretched out her large beautiful hand, flexing her fingers and nails apart and ran those blood red nails coarsely across the white table cloth. The cloth showed the scratched and torn fibers that she left from her nails rough treatment. I peeked under the table cloth and the TABLE itself was actually marked. 5 indentations showed where the nails had just been. I quickly placed the cloth back down and looked up at her. The look in her eyes said that she knew she had me. I was so excited at the thought of how beautiful and strong her nails were. With her "victory". Her nails were now on total parade. My pants were about to burst.

So!! You loved my little display. I started to sweat and get weird feelings down in my stomach. Thank you for dinner! NOW it's time for desert!! With these words she ran her long red index finger down the length of the red table candle. We almost ran out of the restaurant. Everywhere she walked she moved like a cat. At her apartment she asked her if I would like some ice cream. I told her I would love some. Well, I am going to change into something more comfortable. Help yourself, there is some fresh vanilla in the freezer.

It was so hard it was like a frozen slab of marble and bent the serving spoon. When I told her it was frozen solid she said she would be right there. She came out in a black cat suit with black high heels. She grabbed the ice cream container and I foolishly started to say that I don't think you can do anything with that. She laughed and outstretched her long red nails and dug them into the ice cream. Easily scooping it up as she raked her nails across the top of this once unyielding mass. She brought out her hand and held it out for me - again in victory. I thought you said it was hard? She smiled wickedly. Now how am I going to get all this ice cream off my long beautiful fingernails??? She walked towards me. I dropped to my knees and she placed each ruby red nail into my mouth. I ran my tongue hungrily over and underneath each 3 inch nail sucking the sweet ice cream off each one. Her other hand was placed on the back of my head to guide me along. FINALLY!!

Someone who appreciates my long nails. I have been waiting so long for someone like you. I am going to do things to you that will make you scream with pleasure. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom and locked the door...

Susan, How do I love her nails? Let me count the ways. Her nails could scratch me all night long and I would beg for more upon the dawn. My genitals ache for a playful touch from those fabulous nails I love so much - I secretly wish she would be wicked & wild and rip me to shreds while I cry like a child.

Susan, your nails make me so hot - just looking at them ties me up in a knot. Your nails so long, curved crimson and bold - I would love to see them painted gold. I would worship them all day and pamper them all night - if you would just let me without putting up a fight. Your fingernails are incredible, toenails too - I'll love them forever, YES it is true.

PRESSURE POINTS - She had 2" nails slightly curved and as she stated they were "ALL MINE"!! Sitting cross-legged on the double bed she grasped his left nipple firmly in her hand. Then she began to dig and twist and pull the nipple with enthusiasm and strength.

Next she inserted her right hand into his mouth burying her nails in his cheek. As she pulled on the nipple and cheek she dug her toenails deep into his side and hip pushing him away. HURT??? She asked. YES he cried. GOOD !! she replied - digging and pulling and twisting even harder. I'm bleeding!! He sobbed. GOOD she shot back...let's continue...

ooouuuchhh!!!!

The above session was done recently!!!!

In fact, I had done a few sessions with this dominatrix (she's a pro but really cool and ok) and the previous one she had torn my ass to pieces this time her nails were a bit longer, more beautiful but in fact less effective I guess...

They don't have to be so long to perform hard scratching, just have to be very hard and very sharp some women have such nails, she has!

I'll try to make another session with her but it costs me money! :) I love it though... I'll see what I can do!

This woman is fascinating, really! She 's really sadistic, which is in fact quite rare. She don't do it for the money, just the pleasure of hurting and tearing with her nails. One day she told me a drunk man has annoyed her and she had scratched him back at the throat. Years after he still has the scars. She knows the power of her nails and she doesn't like to maintain them long, she says that they are no longer effective then...

Well, I'll bring you more material soon...

PS: the scars are still on my back but it's OK - some marks can stay about 3/4 weeks, depending on the type of skin, the nails themselves.... it would be interesting to dress a sort of 'body-map' showing areas that are sensitive , easy to scratch... it's clear that I can't stand hard nipple pinching with this dominatrix more than 10 seconds... it's terrific!

Before any of you contact me. This woman is in Europe.

I have a request.  I would like to find out how to say LONG FINGERNAILS in different languages.  Spanish, French, Russian and so on.  You never know when these may come in handy.  Can you help????  

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Discovering An Untapped Treasure

I'm a junior in high school. I've only lived in the town for one year, and that first year I was very much awkward. In the middle of puberty, not really knowing what was happening to me, and too embarrassed to ask. This year, I'm much more confident and know what I like.

I have always been attracted to women with long nails, even as a young boy. I don't remember when I saw my first set of long nails, but does that really matter. Now I wanted to have a girlfriend that had long nails. From the year before, I remember one girl, a senior, who had one inch long fingernails. I was hoping to find someone, unattached, who also had long nails. One day I found one. Her name was Brenda. She had one inch long nails. Though I was interested,she was only interested in being friends.

One day, we were to meet with some friends at the movies. I offered to pick her up and she accepted. When I arrived, I was met by her little sister. She was in eighth grade. I immediately noticed her hands. She had nails that were at least an inch and a half. I could not believe my luck. One house with two long nailed vixens. Unfortunately, the sister was too young to date. But, boy what fantasies I had about both of them.

Well, while friendship continued, I met a freshman, Lynda. She didn't have long nails, but did have the most beautiful hands I had ever seen. Without thinking, I asked her out, and she accepted. I couldn't believe that I had just asked a short nailed girl out on a date. Well, I decided to make the best of it.

On this date we were to go to the movies. I arrived at her house, on time, and we reviewed the movie section in the newspaper. As she past her hands across the page, I felt obligated to remark about her beautiful hands.

She responded, that she thought her fingers were too short. To this I responded, sort of in a knee-jerk reaction, if she ever considered long nails. To this she look at me right in the eyes and ask, if I liked long nails?

I was a bit taken aback. Was she asking cause she thought men who liked long nails were weird or because she was honestly interested?  I didn't have an answer, but she was waiting for one. I thought to myself, that this may be a good opportunity to get her interested in nails. I responded, yes.

With this she smiled and said that she always wanted long nails, but thought boys wouldn't like them. She continued, that she'd grow her nails long, at least while we were seeing eachother. I was in heaven, or so I thought.

At the end of the first month or out dating, she nails had grown a full 1/4 of an inch and they were extremely hard and strong. She also utilized thosed ten beauties almost constantly. If she was not digging them into something, she was tapping them on something else. I even once watched her dig her nails into her wooden ruler and gouge a complete whole through it. When she was done, she had this sort of contented look on her face.

We continued to date and her nails continued to grow. When they got to an inch long, she asked me if I still liked long nails, even as long as her's were. I told her that I thought her nails were terrific. She then asked if I'd mind if she grew her nails longer, much longer.

With this, my mind started racing. I want her to grow them as long as she likes, but don't want to limit her on their length. My main criteria was that she did not turn her hands into useless appendiges. I thought about it for a second and responded that I did not mind, but was curious as to how long she was considering.

Her response was, when she started, she thought she'd grow her nails to the length they were now, but now that they are this long she wanted them to be even longer. She was thining about maybe three inches or more.

I could not believe this. When I started dating her, I thought about how I could get out of this so that I could date a long nailed girl, and her she was suggesting that she grows her nails up to three inches or more. All I could say was that it sounded great.

We dated a few more months, when I asked her to the junior prom, which she quickly accepted.

The day before the prom, I saw her in school. Her nails were now a full two inches long and also perfectly manacured. All I could think about was our being together for an entire night all dress up and looking our best, with those nailed hands holding mine.

On the day of the prom, I went to get my tux. Lynda had picked it out so that it would match her dress, but she did not let me see the dress. She wanted it to be a surprize. After getting dressed, my parents tookthe usual roll or three of pictures, before I went to pick up Lynda.

When I arrived at Lynda's, I was full of anticipation as to what her dress was like. When she openned the door, my jaw must have dropped to the floor. Her gown was absolutely stunning. It was a gorgeous shade of blue, what was a perfect match for her eyes. It had thin spaghetti straps that, in front came straight down from the shoulder to a point above the center of each brest, in back the straps each split into three individual straps. The straps from one side cross her back to the other side at her waist separated by an inch or so and wrapped around her waist in a Greek style.

While I was taking this all in, she asked me what I think and put her hands out. What I saw took my breath away, again. She had lengthed each of her nails to a full three inches, each ending at almost a point. The only thing I could say was, breath-taking. With her natural nails, she couldn't place her hands flat on a table and have the tips of her fingers touch the table top. With the one inch extensions, this was even more true.

At this point we gave eachother a big hug. It was that that I realized how sharp these nails really were. Her nails dug through my tuxedo code, through my shirt and undershirt and into my skin. I was in heaven.

I'm not sure who else was at the prom. All I could see was her and her glorious nails. Whenever we slow danced, she would dig those daggers into my back and shoulders. I'm sure whe noticed how excited I was getting, but she never did say anything.

She did however, keep her nails at three inches until her own nail grew out. Currently, her nails are four inches long and razor sharp. She seems to enjoy digging them into stuff. She indicated that she was going to grow them even longer for my senior prom. I can't wait.

The beginning (fantasies like this should never end).

Like these nails?  Of course you do!!

These belong to Jami.  There are more of her photos NOW on the photo page.

ALSO, NTC has a exclusive custom made 30 minute video of  Jami and her long nails.  They are painted a dark red with sparkles in them. VERY NICE!!!