I love panties! I have a very large collection in all sorts of colours, designs, materials and cuts. My undies drawer is almost overflowing and yet I am always on the lookout for more. I love them all, lacy, cotton, patterned, plain, boy-shorts, thongs, bikini… the combinations are quite frankly endless and there are always new ones to be acquired. When I saw Jade’s prompt for Kink of the Week was panties I did an excited little eeek as I thought of all the lovely images I could take of me in various panties, again, oh the possibilities!
The funny thing is that despite my love of panties I actually spend a great deal of time not wearing them, both through choice and through direction. I used to be a dedicated panty wearer, although never ever at night. In my opinion that is just wrong, as I often tell people, you really must let the kitty breathe! Wrapping it up in fabric all the time is just not wise. Image doing the same thing to your mouth? How quickly would things get festy? So why on earth would you do that to your vagina?
Anyway I digress, as I said I used to wear them all time, no matter what outfit I had on there would be some sort of underwear in place beneath it but now-a-days it is more likely to be the opposite of that, I am without them far more often than I am within them and I have Sir to thank/blame for that change. He is very keen on no panties, not that he doesn’t like them because when I wear them he often admires me in them but in general when I wear a skirt or dress he will nearly always request* no panties. (*request in this case is not an optional thing as I found out to my cost once; To Kill A Mocking Bird) He likes to know I am bare beneath my skirt so that if the opportunity should arise he can slide his hand up there and touch me. However this is not an ‘all the time’ request and on most occasions I am free to choose for myself but as I have become increasingly comfortable pantiless I find myself opting to leave them off more and more and yet I still love them.
I love the way they feel against me, cutting across my skin and between my legs, I love how they capture my dampness leaving that little darkened patch in the fabric that marks me out as being wet, I love the way they look against my skin, hugging my arse and defining its shape and I love the way they hold my smell when I finally take them off and lift them to my face, breathing in, drawing my musky warm scent into my nostrils and as much as he likes me without them I know that he also likes me in them. Just the other day when I wandering round the house in a delicate pink lacy pair of boy shorts he looked up from his computer and said
“Damn it woman, you make work almost impossible sometimes”
Of course there is another reason he likes them, and me too, because they create a barrier, a hurdle if you like, something for me to be removed from and just as sliding them on can be a sexy sensual activity, taking them off is even more so. They can be slowly lowered in a teasing manner, they can be dragged down by firm searching hands and they can be torn from you, leaving hot fabric burn marks on your inner thighs and arse and then bundled up into a sweetly scented ball of material and pushed into your mouth, flooding you with your own taste and smell, reminding you of what you are for him.
Are panties a kink of mine? When I first started writing this I was going to go with no, I love them but they don’t get off but I was wrong because they do. I see them on other women and I want to reach inside and touch her, I see them in the shop and image them on me, sometimes they are playful and funny and something they are daring and suggestive, I see the look in his eye when I wear them as he ponders all the possible ways of removing them from me and I image the firm grasp of his hands as does so. Panties are sexy, panties are hot, panties are not ever JUST panties.
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