Panties

I have panties in every color imagineable. I have white lace thongs, black lace thongs, purple thongs. I have stripes and flowers and even a pair I call my "Dorothy Gale" panties, because they are blue and white gingham checks, like the dress Dorothy wore in The Wizard of Oz.

When organizing my lingerie drawers (note it's plural) the other day, I realized that I could wear a different pair of panties every day for at least a month and a half. Some say this is excessive, but like my shoe collection (of approximately the same magnitude as the panties) I say that it just makes things fun.

Today I wore my satin leopard print panties. I dug deep in my drawer like I was digging for hidden treasure, and maybe I was. I knew today would be a busy day at the office, filled with tight, almost impossible deadlines and I wanted to be ready. I ask you, who could have a bad day wearing cute leopard print panties? Not me, that's for sure.

I even have a few pairs of white cotton panties because I feel differently about them than some of my friends. Instead of being boring, I think they can be sexy in the right situation. It just depends on how you look at it.

With black fishnets and stiletto heels, it's black satin or lace all the way, if any at all. But with a pair of faded soft jeans, or a short skirt where the panties might just show, white cotton can be an awesome choice.

And while J frequently tells me to take my panties off, usually in the heat of the moment, my personal opinion is that a girl, in the presence of her lover, should NEVER have to remove her own panties.

He should always do it. Sliding them down my thighs slowly, or yanking them down quickly; either is intoxicating in its own right.

Hell, he can even tear them off me.

After all, I have plenty more where those came from.

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