Thursday, June 17, 2010

Panties...


Panties, for me, are the necessary clothing – the one emphasizes the most important part of females – their form; their curves; their lines. Panties accentuate the glistening, brilliant shape that I crave. It accentuates the ass and the hips and my favorite part on a woman’s body: that triangle which is calculated in-between her hips and finalized down at her mound. In case my clitty. I love panties and have ever since I can remember stealing glimpse of my sisters panties... even wearing them at a very young age.
The thrill of being caught and punished by them because I was wearing their favorites just sent tingles down my back and made me harder. They both loved making me masturbate in front of them.
This is why I have an unending thirst for the low-rise pants. These may be the most inspired invention ever. Coupled with a cropped-top blouse or shirt and I have little mind, or space within, for anything else. If a girl is walking toward me, I grow lost in reveries of what type of panties is she wearing1
Because still, the most titillating, for me, is seeing panties peeking over the top – of pants, or skirts. And the low-rise pant perfectly enables this. I love spotting the strings arcing up and over the hips and dipping down the front – back down into her pants and into her hot triangle, or similarly, down the back – with those strings meeting neatly at the top of her gorgeous, voluptuous ass. All of this will stop me in my tracks.
I also love wearing my own low rises ... to catch the glimpses of men and other women trying to see what I am wearing....
Do you too

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