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90 lines
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The Nail Fetish
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by Alicia
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It's kind of hard to believe what has happened to me. It's even harder to
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try to organize it into this story. But I'm going to try. I think it all
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starts with my fetish. I mean, many people have fetishes. There are rubber
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fetishes, feet fetishes, many types. I have a fingernail fetish. In my
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mind, there is nothing more erotic than beautiful hands with long, perfectly
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painted nails dancing on a computer keyboard or a piano or tapping on the
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table. If I see a woman, I get hard instantly. Well, I used to get hard,
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anyway.
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It was a normal Monday night. I left my dorm and drove to the local
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Long John Silvers with a handful of coupons that I got in the mail (college
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students have to save money wherever possible). I was the only person there
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so I was waited on immediately. This beautiful girl was at the register,
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and when she reached her finger to hit the "Three Piece Chicken" button, I
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saw a perfectly manicured 1-inch long nail with glittery gold polish on it.
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It was beautiful! When her nails scraped my hand when she gave me my
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change, I almost came right in my pants. She put a bottle of "Special Malt
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Vinegar Sauce" on my tray and said it was good and to try it. I was still
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staring at those beautiful hands.
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I selected a table and sat down, debating if I should go to the john
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and jack off, but I didn't want anybody accidentally throwing away my food.
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So, I sprinkled some vinegar on my fish and took a bite. My watch beeped
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the hour at 8:00 PM, and a few minutes later the heavenly handed woman sat
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down across from me and intorduced herself as "Jeannie." I guessed that she
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was just getting off shift. I almost fainted when she reached out to shake my
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hand. And then she said something that totally caught me off guard.
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"I saw you staring at my hands. Do you like my nails? I do them
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different every day. I go to a beauty school and I'm working for my nail
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technician degree." All I could do is hyperventilate. "Would you like to
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come to my place and, er, study?"
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I couldn't say a word. All of a sudden, I felt her foot working
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it's way up my thigh. I looked down and saw her golden toenails, clad in
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sheer nylons, start to rub my cock. "I'll take that as a 'yes'!" she said
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when she felt my cock stiffen.
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She told me I could leave my car in the parking lot and we got into
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her Ford Escort. We ended up at a stylish studio apartment just outside of
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the city. On the way there, all I could do is watch her hand work the
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gearshift and hope that later it would be shifting my cock into gear.
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In school, she was practicing "nail tips" and she wanted to practice
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oon me. I figured what the hell, nail polish comes off. Well, before I
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knew it, I had 1 1/2" long nails and she was asking "what color?" I selected a
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"pink champagne" color and she said that was an excellent choice. I soon
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had very nice, translucently pink nails. You could just barely see a hint
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of the white tip that Jeannie put on.
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She then started untying my Nike's and wriggled them off. She wanted
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to give me a pedicure, too! She removed my socks, and started to file my
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toenails. She started coating them with bright red polish, but she stopped
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just before my last remaining toe and reached up and let my cock loose. She
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slowly engulfed it into her mouth, her long golden nails playing with my
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balls. Soon, I erupted, sending loads of thick gooey cum down into her
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throat. I had never been blown like that before. As I was spurting, she
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said something to the effect of "You deserved one last blow," but I wasn't
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really paying attention to her cum-dribbling mouth.
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She started to get back to work on my feet, finishing that last
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toenail. All of a sudden, I started to feel all funny inside. It started
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at my fingertips. I looked at them, and they started to feel very hot. I
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looked at the underside of one of my nails, and saw that the fake nail tip
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had fused itself to my real nail! Then, from my hands back, my arm hair
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started to thin out. As I realized what was happening to me, I passed out.
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I awoke to the sight of her face right above mine. Her beautiful,
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glossy pink lips were approaching my mouth so I happily opened my mouth and
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let her tongue slip inside. I saw my long-nailed fingeres run through her
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hair, and I wasn't surprised. But, when we broke our kiss, and I looked at
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her face, there was now red lipstick smeared around her glossy pink lips. I
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looked at the mirror, and there I was...well, there SHE was. Then, the
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events of the last night hit me...In the mirror, sitting on the bed, was a
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WOMAN. No cock. Big tits. Long, tan, shapely legs. A PUSSY! Long pink
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nails. Deep red toenails. A fully made up face. I was a fuckin' WOMAN!
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Jeannie looked at me and smiled. She said that I was named Alicia,
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and, since I liked nails so much, I will be going to the same cosmetology school
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that she is going to and get my manicurists degree so I can look at nails
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all the time. All I could ask is "How can this be? Why am I a woman?" and
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she started to explain. I can't remember exactly what she said, but I'll
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pass this moral to all of you guys that get turned on by nails: If you
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like to eat at Long John Silvers, and some beautiful girl with beautiful
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nails takes your order, DON'T TRY THE MALT VINEGAR SAUCE!
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